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What does your office look like? By A.L. Davore
Well, due to a recent move, my office is a bedroom too, so minus the bedroom furniture…
I have two desks, one that’s a standard desk with three drawers on one side and a spot for a chair. This desk has a bank of shelves over it that doesn't hold books but all kinds of little things that I love. I love small figurines that are carved out of wood or stone, interesting candle holders, cool gem stones, pottery, and little bric-a-brac. This desk is often where my cats sit to watch over my shoulder like creepers.
The other desk is an old school writing desk with a top that drops down. This is the one that I keep my laptop on. It has all sorts of cubbies and drawers. I use those for promo, business cards, and assorted mail. I also have a little cabinet in which I keep my "mojo." I'm a fairly spiritually open and superstitious person, so I have a goodly number of charms, various religious icons, and "things" I've deemed important to my balance as an artist in there. When I sit down to write, I open the cabinet door and symbolically let the mojo flow.
To sit in, I have a standard folding chair (very chic). People might think it's not very comfortable, but I've got plenty of built in padding, LOL. Constants at my desk are my mug warmer (I have tea at all times), a space heater, and a blanket. I naturally have a lower than normal body temperature, so I get very cold very quickly when I become inactive.
Obviously, I've got a number of shelves filled with books. I have to surround myself with books to feel that I'm a human being. My preferred genres are fantasy, paranormal romance, and historic fiction. So, there's a lot of that.
In the corner of the room with all the books, there is a comfy arm chair, a coffee table, and a fancy reading light (there's a blanket over there too), cause yeah…And there's probably a cat over there too.
Finally there is a lot of art on my walls. I love art and whenever I go to conventions, I usually buy a piece. I have to pick and choose what goes on the walls, but I have preferences. For starters, I collect circus and carnival paraphernalia, so I have my favorites of those pieces up. I have some brilliant photographic pieces, mostly wooded landscapes and wolves. I've got a number of pieces from my favorite modern artists: Renae Taylor, Echo Chernic, Nen, and Stephanie Pui-Mun Law. And of course, no room in my house would be complete without a couple of pieces of Pre-Raphaelite art. My on-the-wall favorites are Lilith by D.G. Rosetti, Boreas by J.W. Waterhouse, and Lady Godiva by J. Collier. J
And that's my work space!
For Your HeartBy A.L. DavroeA Hill Dweller Retellings Novel (Volume 1)Publisher: Tempest PressRelease date: October 30, 2013Genre: Fantasy/Fairy TalesLength: 345 PagesISBN: 978-1492263067ASIN: B00GBLWRVWAdd to GoodreadsAbout the book:Experience THE BALLAD OF TAM LIN like you’ve never read it before…
It has been seven years since Jeanette Sauderheim followed her best friend into Carver Hall Park...and came out alone. Jeanette has never gotten over his mysterious disappearance nor has she gone back into the park. While that traumatic night still haunts her, Jeanette distracts herself by balancing her time between trying to pass Spanish, hanging out with her friends, and reading the latest manga.
But, when a promise to a friend drives her back into the park, she's forced to re-live the memories of that night. Lost and confused, Jeanette crosses paths with Tamrin, whose violent reaction to her provides yet another reason to avoid the park.
Tamrin, a knight of the Summer Court, has been sent to Earth to guard a garden of roses that hold special meaning to the queen of the Summer faeries. When his distraction at meeting Jeanette leads to her picking one of the Summer Queen’s roses, Tamrin vows to right his failure to do his duty.
However, the equivalent of one of the queen’s roses is a human heart and Tamrin’s reluctance to readily exact the sum from Jeanette sets in motion a spiral of love, betrayal, and magic that could mean damnation for them both.
*This is an Upper YA paranormal romance novel with NA and contemporary fantasy appeal.
“You know, Lovely, you shouldn’t have run from me yesterday.”
Freezing, I look up. Green Man is sitting on the window sill, his long, raven-black hair outlining him like a death shroud.
Instinct kicks in and I turn to flee, but he magically appears in front of me, his massive body blocking the door. He flashes a dark smirk. “There really is no need to run.”
I backpedal until my butt hits a sink. Dread leaks to my toes, making my bones feel like linguini. Good thing I already went to the bathroom because I’d be peeing my pants in terror right now. Slapping my hands over my eyes, I start that age old manta, “You’re not real. You’re not real. You’re not real.”
“Aren’t I?” He’s so close I feel his breath on my face, sense his body on the tips of the tiny hairs on my face. “Shall I convince you I am real?”
I peek between my fingers. He’s there. He’s lost his Ren Faire garb and is dressed in a school uniform – which is weird – and his handsome face is near enough that too deep a breath would bring his nose to mine. I lean backward until I’m practically sitting in the sink. I want to turn away, to run, but he has his hands planted on both sides of me.
What do I do? How do I make him go away? Am I psychotic? Schizophrenic? Should I even be talking to him? Does humoring hallucinations make psychosis better or worse? Maybe if I can figure out what he wants, he’ll go away?
I struggle for my voice. “W-what do you want?”
He takes a step back, giving me room to breathe. “Just to talk.” He gestures toward my half tucked in shirt. “Please continue with your business.”
I ignore his prompt and back around the first sink. “T-talk? Y-you’re not going to hurt me?”
He cocks his head and raises his hands. “I don’t have any weapons.”
Glancing at his big paws, I say, “You don’t need weapons.”
He shoves his fingers into his pockets. “I’m only here to talk.” He circles me. I try to spin to keep tabs on him, but he’s back on the sill before I see him move. He’s quick. Unnaturally so. With reflexes that fast, he certainly could’ve done anything he wanted to me already.
“H-how do I know you won’t hurt me?”
“You have my word. I won’t hurt you.” He shrugs. “For now.”
I swallow the massive lump in my throat. “For now?”
He smirks. “For now.”
A.L. Davroe writes both YA and adult speculative fiction. Her debut YA paranormal romance novel, FOR YOUR HEART, releases October 31, 2013. By day, she lives in Connecticut her two feline hench-creatures. She’s a terrible blusher, has a weak spot for cuddly animals, loves Laffy Taffy and Cadbury MiniEggs, and she’s a huge advocate of alternative healing methods. She also wears Vibram five-finger toe shoes and corsets...Though not always in the same ensemble. She’s a Capricorn, a Hufflepuff, and a few nuggets short of a Happy Meal.