{"id":3258,"date":"2021-02-17T21:01:27","date_gmt":"2021-02-18T05:01:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=3258"},"modified":"2021-01-31T15:51:14","modified_gmt":"2021-01-31T23:51:14","slug":"when-the-white-knight-falls-virginia-wallace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2021\/02\/17\/when-the-white-knight-falls-virginia-wallace\/","title":{"rendered":"New release!! When the White Knight Falls by Virginia Wallace"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"When<\/a>Alec had passion unlike anything she imagined.
\nBut passion can go two ways…<\/p>\n

BLURB:<\/strong>
\nThe lovely and talented Kate McCoy once thought that her future was predictable, and secure. Classical music was her passion, and she was inarguably the mistress of her craft.<\/p>\n

Then she met Alec Murdenson…<\/p>\n

Alec knows nothing of orchestras; he\u2019s a rocker, through and through. The ferocity of his music seems out of place when viewed alongside his easy smile, and his sense of humor\u2014not to mention his handsome face and striking green eyes.<\/p>\n

But there is something else lurking behind his riveting gaze, an entity that is both Alec and yet not Alec at all. That phantasm is more than a little disturbing; perhaps it is even a cold-blooded monster.<\/p>\n

As Kate becomes tangled within Alec\u2019s web, she is forced to re-think everything she once thought she knew. In so doing, she must make a horrific choice: Either run for the hills\u2026<\/p>\n

Or embrace a man who understands human depravity better than she ever could.<\/p>\n

Buy link:<\/strong> Amazon US <\/a><\/p>\n

Excerpt:
\n<\/strong>Vinyl car seats\u2026<\/p>\n

Vinyl car seats aren\u2019t comfy, not at all. They\u2019re not like old couch cushions, resting upon worn-out, well broken-in sofas, into which one can comfortably settle. No, vinyl seats are cold and unforgiving. They don\u2019t conform to the human posterior; they swelter in the summer and radiate winter\u2019s chill like a cowhide icicle. Kate hated vinyl cushions of any <\/em>kind. They reminded her of the leather seats in her father\u2019s chauffeured Bentley, and she hadn\u2019t liked those either.<\/p>\n

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Kate tried desperately to find a position that wouldn\u2019t make her behind ache. She was rather tall for a woman, and this backseat was, as Dr. Seuss would have put it, \u201cthree sizes too small\u201d for her frame. And this whole situation would have been much, much <\/em>easier without the handcuffs!<\/p>\n

Giving up on the prospect of finding an accommodating position, Kate leaned back and stared at herself in the rearview mirror. The police officer assigned as her \u201cbabysitter\u201d was sitting coolly in the front, listening to the radio. The Los Angeles Police had ordered a female officer to arrest her. Smart move<\/em>, thought Kate sourly. The last thing the LAPD needs is the famous Kathryn McCoy suing them for sexual harassment. <\/em><\/p>\n

Kate met her own brilliant sapphire gaze, hoping against hope that this was all just a bad dream. Just a little while ago she\u2019d been going about her business; she still had her makeup <\/em>on, for crying out loud! Not that most people thought she needed it. Her long, straight, jet black hair and porcelain complexion were usually adornment enough.<\/p>\n

This can\u2019t be happening<\/em>, thought Kate. But the flashing police lights belied her wishful thought. The street upon which the police car was parked was inarguably picturesque; palm trees lined the thoroughfare, and the surrounding cityscape was defined by beautiful stonework. This part of L.A. was no place for horror \u2026 but here she was<\/em>, living out a nightmare.<\/p>\n

Hanging her head in despair, Kate entertained a brief fantasy of suicide. She\u2019d just suffered a death in her family, and her exhausting career had pushed her to the breaking point. Relationship issues had caused her personal life to become an emotional roller coaster. She\u2019d been on the edge for quite some time \u2026 and now this<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The police car was rather stuffy. Kate wondered absently if her makeup had melted enough to expose those stubborn freckles across the bridge of her nose. She had been pampered and spoiled her entire life, from her upbringing in Long Island to her current situation in California. Being cuffed and rudely shoved into a cruiser was not something to which she was accustomed.<\/p>\n

Kate lifted her head as a detective approached the car. He motioned to the officer in the front seat and waited outside the rear door. \u201cI can exit myself<\/em>, thank you,\u201d said Kate as the officer opened the door. She was in no mood to be rough-housed out of the backseat. Stepping primly from the vehicle, she balanced carefully on her high heels, adjusting the back of her evening gown as best she could manage with cuffs on.<\/p>\n

\u201cMay I help <\/em>you?\u201d she asked the detective coldly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this yours, Miss McCoy?\u201d asked the detective calmly, reaching into an opaque evidence bag.<\/p>\n

Please don\u2019t<\/em>, pleaded Kate inside. I don\u2019t want to see it. <\/em>She turned her gaze away as the officer held up something upon which she couldn\u2019t bear to look: a violin bow, broken in half and covered in blood.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this yours?\u201d repeated the detective.<\/p>\n

Kate bit her lip, remembering vividly the words of her Virginian friend, old Jerry. If you\u2019re forced to defend yourself, NEVER talk to the police! One misspoken word, and they can hang you. Shut the hell up and wait for a lawyer! <\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cMiss McCoy,\u201d said the detective, assuming a patronizing tone. \u201cI need to know what happened in there. If you don\u2019t tell me what he did to you, I can\u2019t help you. I\u2019ll have to book you on the charge we arrested you for.\u201d<\/p>\n

A police officer can\u2019t help you, <\/em>Jerry had said. They work for the district attorney, and the district attorney\u2019s job is to convict you. <\/em>Resolved to keep her cool, Kate just stared defiantly at the detective.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss McCoy\u2014\u201d began the detective.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re going to grill me for the third time in four hours,\u201d said Kate between clenched teeth, \u201cthen by all means <\/em>call me \u2018Kate\u2019!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKate,\u201d re-started the detective, \u201cI need your story.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAsk my lawyer,\u201d retorted Kate.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen, Kate, you leave me no choice,\u201d sighed the detective. \u201cYour \u2018rock \u2018n\u2019 roll\u2019 friend is dead, apparently by your hand. This is your <\/em>violin bow, and there was no one else on the scene. You have blood on your hands and your dress, and your prints are all over the place.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLawyer!<\/em>\u201d said Kate firmly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard you the first time,\u201d said the detective.<\/p>\n

Kate waited for his next words, knowing that they would spell out her doom.<\/p>\n

\u201cKathryn Leigh McCoy,\u201d said the detective, \u201cI\u2019m going to charge you with murder in the second degree. Are you sure you don\u2019t have something to say?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kate looked away, half-amused by the detective\u2019s last-minute attempt to coerce a damning statement out of her. \u201cYes, sir,\u201d she said contritely. \u201cYes, I do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it, Kate?\u201d said the detective, assuming a falsely intimate tone. Kate looked daggers at him. \u201cKate?\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cMay I get back into the car, please?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s it, Miss McCoy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo!<\/em>\u201d spat Kate.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAND,\u201d screamed Kate at the top of her lungs, \u201cI WANT MY LAWYER ALREADY!!!\u201d<\/p>\n

Interview: Meet Virginia Wallace:<\/strong>
\nNA:<\/strong> What sort of research did you do to write this book?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>Honestly, I did none whatsoever. At the same time, I spent thousands of hours on research. My favorite genre of music has always been heavy metal. I\u2019ve been to countless concerts, listened to countless albums, and I\u2019ve even been blessed enough to actually meet a few of my musical heroes. I wanted to write a book that captured both the frantic energy and the raw pathos that metal so beautifully personifies. I think the romance market often overlooks a major demographic: \u2018Metal chicks,\u2019 and that was a niche that I wanted to fill while still appealing to mainstream romance readers.<\/p>\n

NA: What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>Romance novels are, at their core, fiction. So yes, they often feature such bewitching concepts as \u2018love at first sight.\u2019 This is often as it should be, because we read fiction to escape our lives. But there is also a place for stories that echo reality, and the reality behind relationships is this: They take work!<\/em> They\u2019re often confusing. Sometimes you\u2019re smitten with someone one day, and the next you wonder what you ever saw in them. You believe someone\u2019s your soul mate one day, and the next you wonder if they\u2019re maybe the Anti-Christ in disguise. What gets you through both the good days and the bad ones is commitment and perseverance. So I suppose what I\u2019d like my readers to take from my work is this: Love doesn\u2019t just happen. Nor is it simply a feeling; rather, it is an act of will.<\/p>\n

NA: A fun fact about writing your book.
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>Ostensibly, the title When the White Knight Falls<\/em> is a reference to the death of starry-eyed infatuation in a romantic relationship. But it\u2019s also a reference to one of my absolute favorite books: Lewis Carroll\u2019s Through the Looking Glass<\/em>, which features a scatterbrained \u2018White Knight\u2019 that keeps falling off his horse and landing on his head.<\/p>\n

NA: What started you on the path to writing?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>When I was a teenager, my best friends introduced me to the iconic role-playing game Dungeons and Dragons<\/em>. That was an absolute game-changer for me. I developed my creative chops by telling<\/em> stories, not writing them down; it would be years before I began putting my tales on paper. I\u2019d always thought of myself as an artist as a child and a teenager, but writing slowly began to eclipse that as I came to feel that could express myself more thoroughly as a writer.<\/p>\n

NA: What do your friends and family think about your being a writer?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>Half the time, I don\u2019t know! The curse of being a writer is that it\u2019s a very isolated pursuit; writers simply aren\u2019t as available as most people. But I suppose my more honest answer would be similar to any writer\u2019s: Some in my circle are proud of me, some think I\u2019m weird\u2026 and others wish I would just \u2018shut it,\u2019 and stop incessantly yapping about what I\u2019m working on!<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>The biggest surprise you had after becoming a writer
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>What an absolutely INSANE amount of work it is! People ask me sometimes how much time it takes to be a writer. My response is always \u2018how much time do you have? And before you answer, let me tell you that it\u2019s not enough.\u2019 There is no \u2018dabbling\u2019 in writing, at least not once you engage the publishing world. You either go \u2018whole hog\u2019 or you don\u2019t even bother. The hours are long and the pay is meager\u2026 but at the end of the day, you do it because you love writing. You do it because you can\u2019t imagine yourself doing anything else.<\/p>\n

NA: Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>I use kind of a hybrid approach. I write character outlines, and a loose plot. Then I write the finished ending first; it gives me something to write toward. I always laugh when writers announce on social media that they\u2019ve \u2018finally typed \u2018the end!\u2019\u2019 I\u2019m always like, I type that first!<\/em> After the ending is finished, I start at the beginning and move forward. I do make periodic adjustments to the outline as I go along, though. I feel that if I\u2019m too rigid, then I\u2019m not allowing my characters to tell their own stories.<\/p>\n

NA: What has been one of your most rewarding experiences as an author?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>When a reader tells me \u2018I loved your story\u2019! I don\u2019t think of myself as some kind of intellectual or artistic genius. I\u2019m just an entertainer, like countless others. If I pulled you out of your life for a day, or even just an afternoon, that makes me proud. Appreciative readers make the work well worth the effort!<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What are your top three favorite books of all time?|
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>There are three that I read every year like clockwork: \u2018Rebecca\u2019, by Daphne du Maurier, \u2018Huckleberry Finn\u2019, by Mark Twain, and \u2018The October Country\u2019 by Ray Bradbury. All three hold special places in my heart for a long list of reasons!<\/p>\n

NA: First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>You probably don\u2019t want me typing that here. I am NOT a morning person! I\u2019m fuzzy and foggy and it takes me a couple of hours to get moving. On the plus side, the moment I crawl out of bed the worst part of my day is over. No matter what happens, it\u2019s all uphill from there!<\/p>\n

NA: What errand\/chore do you despise the most?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>PROOFREADING!!! I\u2019m all about the characters, the ebb and flow of the story. The right word in exactly the right place. Looking for misspellings? Punctuation errors? I prefer that<\/em> to be someone else\u2019s job! That\u2019s partially why I so aggressively sought a gig with a traditional publishing company.\u00a0 Had I remained on the \u2018indie\u2019 scene, all that boring stuff would still be on me!<\/em><\/p>\n

NA: What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>Ozzy Osbourne! I wouldn\u2019t understand a word he said, mind you, but I\u2019m sure it\u2019d be a blast anyway. I saw him with Black Sabbath on their finale tour, and he was an absolute hoot. (Whenever I\u2019m feeling down about myself, I always remember: I\u2019m number one, because Ozzy told me so!) His books I am Ozzy<\/em> and Trust Me, I\u2019m Dr. Ozzy<\/em> are a riot. He has this dry sense of humor, and a way of sharing anecdotes that\u2019s very engaging.<\/p>\n

NA: What are you working on now?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>This interview! I\u2019m also working on a horror\/romance novel (yes, there is such a thing) entitled The Angel and Beast<\/em>. Once my wonderfully talented editor is finished gleefully raking me over the coals, it\u2019s on to \u2018submission time!\u2019<\/p>\n

NA: What is any question we didn\u2019t ask that you would like to answer?
\n<\/strong>VW: <\/strong>To whom do I credit my success?<\/p>\n

A writer isn\u2019t a lone entity, as many believe. A writer is part of a team. My friends taught me to create engaging characters as we sat around playing D&D and munching on Doritos. (And drinking Surge. LOTS of Surge! That stuff\u2019s poison. Seriously\u2026) I was home-schooled as a child; my mother taught me how to write, at least on a technical level. Over the years, beta readers have often offered just the right criticism \u2013 made just the right suggestion \u2013 to completely turn around a floundering manuscript. But all of that is still for nothing if you can\u2019t find the right publisher, one who believes in you and is willing to take a chance on your work\u2014and I have. And above all else, I believe this happened because I prayed for it. My efforts \u2013 and those of others \u2013 mean nothing without the blessings of God.<\/p>\n

So to whom do I credit my success? Everyone. All those who stuck with me, who carried me along as I fumbled my way through the confusing publishing world. Those who believe in my work now, encourage me, publish me, and help me hone my craft. God, who brought all of those wonderful people into my circle. I\u2019m living my dream, for sure. But I\u2019m not doing it alone, and that\u2019s the biggest blessing of all.<\/p>\n

About Virginia:
\n<\/strong>\"Virginia<\/a>Virginia Wallace is a native of the Chesapeake Bay region on the Southeast coast of the United States. Nomadic by nature, Virginia has lived all over, from the mountains of New England to the rolling hills of the American Heartland.<\/p>\n

She began her creative career during her late teens and early twenties, working as a freelance portrait and commercial artist. She slowly transitioned into writing, eventually self-publishing three novels for the \u2018indie\u2019 book market.<\/p>\n

As a writer, Virginia Wallace has always worked at meshing modern stories with a lush style reminiscent of 19th Century American and European literature.\u00a0When the White Knight Falls<\/em><\/strong><\/a> marks her debut into the mainstream book market.<\/p>\n

Where to find her:
\n<\/strong>Website<\/a>
\nFacebook<\/a>
\nTwitter<\/a> \u00a0(@VirginiaKWalla1)
\nMeWe<\/a>
\nLinkedIn<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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