Here’s the second part of the interview with Eden. Hope you all enjoy it!
Do you have a favorite genre to write? To read?
I pretty much read and write exclusively M/M these days, but as far as sub-genres, the door is wide open.
Who is/are your favorite author(s)?
Too many to name, and too many reasons. Some I admire for their word skills, some for their storytelling abilities, and some for who they are as people, and their selfless determination to make the world a better place.
What/who is your inspiration for writing?
There is a team of folks who inspire me, hold my hand on the journey, kick my hiney when I need it, and always, always have my back. They are many, and I’m afraid to name them individually, lest I omit someone.
What are you reading right now? Who is it by?
I’m currently beta reading a contemporary novel by P.D. Singer called Spokes, and I recently finished Made in China by Z. Allora. Both are awesome and highly recommended.
Are you enjoying it?
Yes. Very much. Both books required tons of research, and I love learning new facts while being captivated by a good fiction story.
Do you have a favorite book? What is it?
I have too many favorites to name, and they’re the ones I’ll go back to when I’m too tired to start something new, or want to revisit a particular scene or mood.
What is your favorite reader/writer interaction site?
You’ll find me on Facebook frequently, though I’m also on Goodreads.
If you could co-write a story with any published or self published author, who would it be? Why them? What would you write?
P.D. Singer. I admire her way with words. I’ve got a BDSM spoof I’m crafting that I’d love her input on.
Vampire or werewolf? Angel or demon?
All, though I also include the dreaded werepossum.
Favorite television show?
I don’t watch TV, but DVDs of Dante’s Cover are my guilty pleasure.
One thing you want to do/see before you die?
I’ve promised to take someone to visit Ireland, where her father was born. I intend to keep my promise.
What’s something your readers don’t know about you?
I’m the “Mom” of the office where I work, and have half a Walgreens in my file cabinet, stocked with everything from aspirin to sewing supplies. Got a headache? I’ve got you covered. Lost a button? No problem. Someone bet me I didn’t have a Q-tip. They lost.
Thanks for joining us, Eden!
First person that can name a dreaded creature Eden mentions gets a bonus point!
Here’s a real special treat from Eden, especially for fans of her bestselling Diversion Series!
Bonus Scene from the Diversion series
I’m Eden Winters, author of the Diversion series, stories revolving around a drug trafficker who’s turning his life around working for the good guys at the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau’s Department of Diversion Prevention and Control. At the time that I wrote Diversion, the first book in the series, I only intended to write one novel, but my protagonist, Lucky Lucklighter, had other ideas. Diversion was soon joined by Collusion and Corruption, and I’ve begun work on Manipulation, the next part of the story. .
While Lucky has made many enemies over the years, he’s constantly at odds with a co-worker, Keith, who has no actual face time in Diversion, and a few cameo appearances in the sequel, Collusion. In honor of Corruption’s publication on October 1, 2013, I give you a deleted scene that explains how they first came to antagonize each other.
Lucky sat behind his desk, chafing at the newness of an unfamiliar uniform. His cube offered a good view of the elevator, and he watched the morning rush scuttling down the hall like a damned bunch of vermin. He hated the uniform, hated the job, and hated his coworkers—but he hated prison more. After a week on the outside, he decided he never wanted to go back—ever.
A rookie plunked a box down on the desk next to his. “Oh hell, don’t they screen applicants at all anymore?”
Lucky rolled his eyes upward, taking in the sneer on his new cube-mate’s face. He said nothing. The piece of shit wasn’t worth the breath.
“You mean I went through four years of college to have to work with trash?” the guy taunted.
Lucky jumped from his chair, hands balled into fists. He bit his tongue, weighing the cost of teaching the asshole a lesson.
The arrogant jerk raked his eyes over Lucky, pausing at waist level. “Where’s your sidearm?” he asked, before breaking into a mocking grin. “Oh, that’s right, you’re a two-bit dope dealer; they don’t trust you to carry a gun.”
One second they stood a few feet apart, the next, Lucky flung the guy against the cube wall, knocking the partition loose. The wall fell, the asshole tumbled to the floor. Lucky snatched the prick by the collar, fist pulled back to fly.
“Excuse me, Lucky, might I have a word?” Walter Smith stood in what had once been the cubicle doorway. He glared down at the man on the floor. “Keith, I believe I told you to report for vehicle assignment.”
“Yes, sir!” Keith retorted. Walter turned his back and Keith mouthed, “Bye-bye. Sucked working with you,” to Lucky.
Resisting the urge to teach Keith a lesson not soon forgotten, Lucky trudged down the hall after his boss, for however long his new job lasted. No doubt he’d soon be viewing the world through bars again. Damn it. He hadn’t even lasted a month on the outside. He shuffled into the boss’s office, head held high. If he was going down, he’d go down swinging.
“Close the door, please,” Walter requested, “and have a seat.”
Oh shit. Closed doors meant bad things in Lucky’s world. He didn’t mean to be forceful; the door slammed with an ominous bang anyway. Oh well, nothing to be done about it now. Keeping his eyes on the floor, Lucky sank onto a chair in front of Walter’s desk. Slowly he raised his eyes, finding mounds of papers, several manila folders, and an open bag of potato chips on the desk. The huge man who held Lucky’s fate in his hands suddenly appeared more human, scowl fading. Walter released a sigh. “Lucky, whatever am I going to do with you?”
“Not send me back to prison, I hope.” In hindsight, Lucky reckoned he should’ve tried a little harder not to let loser Keith jerk his chain.
“No. I’m not.”
The knot of worry in Lucky’s gut eased a bit. Although he no longer lived in the lap of luxury he’d enjoyed with his wealthy lover, his apartment wasn’t too bad, and certainly beat a cell.
“I want you to understand something,” Walter said, in the kind way he had of making Lucky feel scolded without the benefit of an actual scolding. In the months of their negotiations, he’d done the same to Lucky many times, without actually condemning Lucky or seeming to look down on him for his less-than-stellar past. “The men and women working outside my door applied for positions with the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau. Some have a background in law enforcement, others came from other agencies. Regardless of their qualifications, they have one thing in common: they wanted to work here. If they don’t take pride in their jobs they won’t last long. Many won’t. The stress levels here are astronomical, and therefore I take care of my people. They’re valuable to me.”
“And I’m an ungrateful son of a bitch who got dumped on you, and I’m not like them.” Oh yeah. Lucky saw the handwriting on the wall. It said, “Welcome back to prison, bay-bee!”
“No, you’re not,” Walter agreed. He steepled his fingers, elbows resting on his desk “Since I hired Keith two days after you and I reached an agreement, I’ll use him as an example. I reviewed twenty-four resumes and conducted twelve interviews to fill his position. Although Keith came fresh from college and lacked practical knowledge, he above the other candidates possessed technical expertise the team lacked. You see, I’m not hiring individuals, I’m building a team. While four others interviewed stronger, the team needed Keith most.”
“Why am I here then? ‘The team’ certainly doesn’t want me.” Some days Lucky actually believed he’d be better off in prison, job-wise, but he wouldn’t trade the little freedom he had for anything.
“As good of a team as I built, they lacked something. They learned from textbooks and from time on the street, but they’d never gotten an inside view, couldn’t fully appreciate why anyone would live a life of crime.” He fixed Lucky with an intense gaze. Lucky wanted to squirm, but refused. He’d not let this man catch him sweating. “You didn’t grow up saying, ‘I want to break the law when I grow up’, did you?”
“Then you’ve witnessed first-hand what turns normally law-abiding people from the law. When I first pitched the idea of adding a convicted drug trafficker to the ranks, the brass laughed at me. It took some convincing, and make no mistake, this is a trial, but I stand by my belief that you have a lot to teach us.
“The reason you’re different, Lucky, is you didn’t come to me for a job. Once I received the go ahead to put my plan into action, I reviewed no less than five hundred candidates. I needed someone with inside information, no remaining ties to gangs or those who might sway them, and I needed someone strong enough to withstand the job and the stress it entails. No one else came close to you. You’re here because I want you here.”
He leaned toward Lucky, scrutinizing gaze nearly burning. “While I value my team, I don’t care what Keith or any other individual member says. If the group approaches me, I’ll listen, and no one’s come forward yet. I’m going to give you a test and tell you things today I shouldn’t. If they ever reach my ears, you’ve failed.”
Lucky couldn’t have ripped his attention away if he wanted to.
“If Keith walked out the door tomorrow and never looked back, I’d have a replacement sitting at his desk within the week. If you walk out the door, that’s it. I won’t be given another opportunity to prove whether or not my experiment works. In that sense, he’s expendable, you’re not. Do you understand? Keith was one of twenty-four; you were one of five hundred. Weigh the odds, if you will.”
What the hell? Lucky took a deep breath and slowly released it. Maybe he might not go to prison after all—for the time being. One wrong move and he’d no doubt Walter would cut his losses, losing face or no. “Yes, sir,” Lucky finally replied after Walter cleared his throat.
“I heard Keith teasing you. If I could give you a gun, I would, but my superiors drew the line. The moment I’m able, you’ll be armed. An unarmed field agent is a liability, not an asset.
“Now,” Walter continued, “I understand you boxed while at the corrections center. If you and Keith need to establish a pecking order, I’d suggest you work out your differences in a ring.”
Lucky arrived for work the next day with a bruised cheek. Keith had a black eye and a one arm in a sling, but he never again mentioned Lucky’s lack of a gun.
A quick note from Eden
I love interacting with readers and can’t wait to hang out with everyone at GayRomLit in Atlanta. Hugs, y’all!
Don’t forget to leave a comment to enter to win a copy of Eden’s new release and Third in the Deversion series, Corruption!
I’m so glad everyone is enjoying themselves so far.
When I first read The Telling I was blown away by how fleshed out the characters were. Eden took me on an emotional rollercoaster and it was just amazing. After that, I was just hooked on her writing. When I decided to get started writing, I thought to reach out to Eden and she was a bighelp. She hooked me up with a fantastic cover artist, and offered to help me in the future as well.
At last year’s GRL, I met her in her person and she was just as cool in person as online.
It was awesome really, because no matter what I will always consider myself a reader before a writer and meeting so many talented people was great.
I consider myself lucky to know such fantastic people, like Eden, and I can only help that my readers can enjoy themselves as much as I enjoy Eden’s books.
Don’t forget to comment to enter for a chance to win a giftcard from ARe and a copy of Eden’s Corruption!