Tricia Skinner

Interview with Tricia Skinner

Hi Tricia, thank you for hanging out with us today and for giving me an interview. We are looking forward to learning about Angel Bait. I have got to tell you... your cover is hot. The guns, the wings, the back... it pretty much tells us what to expect when we open the cover.

Cloey: When did you become interested in writing?

Tricia: I worked as a newspaper reporter in Detroit, like my heroine. I started as an 18-year-old intern at one of the largest newspapers in Michigan. At the time, that was my dream. I couldn’t wait to run around the city, asking strangers questions. It was a blast and fed my desire to write books.

Cloey: What inspired you to write Angel Bait?

Tricia: I always point to the television show Supernatural and its fan community on LiveJournal. I watched the show and was hooked, but I wanted more. I found the fan fiction community and lurked for a while. Finally I gathered enough courage to try writing a story, too. That’s one of the toughest things a fledgling writer can do. Putting your work up for others to read? I was terrified but the community was great. I tried different writing styles until I found one I enjoyed. Supernatural introduced angels into the storyline and those episodes sparked my own ideas. I kept messing with the mythology until I came up with my version of angels.

Cloey: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Tricia: I never consciously wrote with themes in mind, but that didn’t stop the messages from appearing in print. Perhaps the clearest message is about racism. The hero and his brothers are mixed race (angel and human) and have been mistreated their whole lives because of this. They’re supposed to be inferior because of their birth. Yet in my novel they are all heroes. My message? Never judge a person by their race. You’ll end up looking like an asshat.

Cloey: Who was your favorite character and who was your least favorite character to develop and why?

Tricia: This is different from the character I connected to most. My favorite character is Tanis, the angel sent to kill the nephilim when they were children. He saved them at great cost to himself. Not only is Tanis shunned by other angels and treated as poorly as his boys, but also his wings are horribly scarred. He has a tremendous strength to him that has nothing to do with muscles or superpowers. Any man who would forsake everything for the life of a child, like fire fighters or cops, is a real hero. I can’t wait to get more into his story.

I had a difficult time developing my heroine, Ionie. I adore her, but she and I had some nights where it was a cat fight to get her on the page. The problem was the books I’d read in the genre had influenced me. Urban fantasy heroines have a sort of calling card of “must do this” and I didn’t want her to be a carbon copy. I wrote Ionie as a real woman without hidden ninjutsu training or life-long skills in sword fighting. She’s strong and weak. She has good ideas and makes mistakes. It took a while for her to develop in a way I was happy.

Cloey:  What did you enjoy most about writing Angel Bait?

Tricia: I had a blast writing the action scenes. When I read them, I see the action as if I’m watching a movie. The characters amazed me. They’re rife with emotion. Getting a chance to push the heroes and villains to the edge and keeping the conflict high felt amazing.

Cloey: What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing the story to life?

Tricia: Any time an author deviates from the expected is a challenge. I had one contest judge complain that my version of angels was so far from what’s believed about the celestial beings she didn’t expect any publisher would touch the book. She was wrong. When publishers say they want something fresh, they mean it. A writer will only get so far cranking out the same stuff the next one is doing. I had to believe in my story even when it felt as though no one else would.

Cloey: What are you working on now?

Tricia: I’m writing book two, Angel Kin, and another project.

Cloey: What do you like to read in your free time?

Tricia: I had to give up finding books on my own. There are so many and my time is now limited. I count on blogs like yours to find me awesome books. So, thank you for all your hard work in that area. Based on some recent recommendations, I have a new urban fantasy romance, a YA thriller, and a horror story on my iPad to finish.

Cloey: Share with us something about yourself that we wouldn't see in your bio or on any other blogs.

Tricia: I dressed like a Goth in college and preferred industrial music. My best friend of 20 years could tell you stories about my skull earring. As an adult my tastes remain the same with more movie soundtracks thrown in. I love epic instrumental music; the stuff you hear in movie trailers. I may prefer Zombie Girl over Beyoncé, but I appreciate cool songs in most genres.

Cloey: Thank you so much for sharing with us today. Angel Bait sounds like a hot read - it's a different kind of urban fantasy/romance - that alone makes it a must read. I can't wait to get it into my reader because I have a feeling that it will be one of those books that makes me want to download the next book in the series before finishing the current one.

She leaned back and studied him, taking in the casual way his thigh rested against a chair. Her throat closed, smothering her clever retort. Jarrid angled his chiseled face to study items on her desk, and Ionie caught the awed stares of her passing colleagues.

One woman tripped over her own feet.


Another face-planted into a wall.


Jesus Christ.


The half-angel was so handsome it hurt. Jarrid didn’t seem to notice the attention directed at him. Or maybe he didn’t care.


“You’re upset I won’t allow photos, but you still plan to work with me,” he said, his fingers sliding over a shriveled dictionary. “I want to know why.”

Blunt and to the point.

“I’m not upset.” Ionie snorted, a sound she hoped made her seem indifferent. “You’ve answered my prayers. I’m used to working obits, or chasing the occasional fire truck.”

He flicked his head at the desk adjoining hers. “You work with someone?”

“I don’t do partners.”

“Yet you will do me.” The simple statement, spoken in his sexy rumble, liquefied the marrow in Ionie’s bones.

“Uh,” she said. “My work takes on a whole new meaning when you say it.”

He leaned in, a smooth slide of firm muscle and taut flesh. She caught a whiff of his scent; she hadn’t noticed it before. Something nameless, celestial like the man – the being – it belonged to. She inhaled deep, lulled by his nearness. Gorgeous. No other word fit him better.

“Is there a problem?” Jarrid’s lips curved down. His tone held an edge she couldn’t place.

“Problem?” Mario’s smooth voice yanked Ionie from her trance. She shook her head and leaned away from the nephilim. “You okay, kid?”

What the hell am I doing?

Ionie strained to smile at Jarrid. The half-angel’s face presented a solid mask, obscuring any hint of his reaction.

“I’m fine,” she said. “Mario, this is Jarrid. He’s with the Eternal Order ... and my new story. Jarrid, this is Mario Hernandez. He trained me on the graveyard shift.”

“Story?” The men exchanged handshakes. She could see Mario’s mind working behind his casual expression.

“On Patrick’s say so.” She suppressed some of her excitement. “I’m doing a feature on angel society.”

“Angels don’t seek attention. Why the switch?”


“Times change,” Jarrid said in a tight, controlled voice.


The older reporter narrowed his eyes at the flat tone. She didn’t blame him. “Doesn’t explain why the boys above have sent a nephilim. Aren’t you guys a bit high level for PR?”

The muscles in Jarrid’s arms ticked. “My work is classified.”


“I bet,” Mario said.


What the hell?

Ionie stared at her friend, then Jarrid. The corded line of his neck bulged with thick throbbing veins. Her source appeared ready to pounce on the curious old coot. She slid off her chair. “We should get going.”

Neither man moved. Ionie reached out and touched Jarrid’s bicep. His arm shifted beneath her hand like she’d branded him. She removed her fingers before he decided to break them off.

No touching. Got it.

Without a word, he marched from the office. With the weird question and answer session over, she grabbed her bag and hauled ass to catch up.

“What happened back there?” She jogged to keep pace with him, his long strides churning yards of polished marble floor in his wake. “Why are you acting like this?”

Jarrid turned on her with a scowl. “Your buddy is inquisitive.”

“Newsflash. He’s a reporter, like me. Nosey is what we do.” That didn’t help. Not the way Jarrid stared at her as if she’d sprouted horns. “You’re a big deal in Heaven, huh? If it’s a secret, you shouldn’t be hanging around journalists. We suck up secrets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“We keep to ourselves.” A tremor of annoyance filtered through the words.

“Not anymore.” The two of them standing in a newspaper lobby made the whole conversation seem ridiculous. Ionie stepped closer to Jarrid and angled her head to see his eyes. “Not many people can say they’ve seen, or met, an angel. Your kind might want to keep on the down low, but when you step out, you’re going to draw attention.”

His steady glare told her he didn’t believe a word. Or maybe he didn’t like what he heard. Or maybe he just liked glaring at her like she’d eventually shut the hell up.

Jerk. Angels weren’t the only ones who preferred seclusion. Try tracking down the Fae. Those bastards were near impossible to get out in the open. She’d tried.

“Angels and nephilim are private. I get the cloak and dagger bull, but you came to me. This covert thing? You want people to answer your questions?”

He gave a microscopic bob of his head.

“First lesson? People are naturally curious, especially humans.” Ionie moistened her bottom lip. She hated the nervous response, but Jarrid held a remote control on her anxiety. “They may have questions for you, too. We’re drawn to the unknown like butter to toast, at least according to my grandma. I’ll help you. You’ll help me. Everybody gets what they need.”

Silver eyes dipped to her lips.

The gap between them sizzled like someone had flipped on a low-voltage current. Every hair on her skin saluted. She stared into his eyes and her heartbeat doubled. By now she should be nervous, but the hint of danger she sensed in him only brought an embarrassing rush of arousal.

Her face must have flushed apple red because Jarrid’s mouth parted. His now wide gaze traced over her features, lingering on her cheeks and lips. She should kiss him. Kiss him right in the middle of her workplace. Kiss him in front of Stan the desk clerk who took classified ads. One kiss on the nephilim’s too-full lips. One hard press ....

She licked her lip again. His gaze tracked her tongue. Before she could lean into his body and act on the impulse, he jerked back and stepped out of reach.

“What are you doing?” His voice was low, dangerous.

What was she doing? She’d almost pounced on a guy at work! She didn’t jump her sources. Another wave of heat seared her face and she stared at her feet. “So ... we still have a deal?”

Jarrid didn’t reply. She chanced a peek at him. He looked pissed. His back was ramrod straight and his eyes glowed. Maybe she’d offended his angel sensibilities with her odd human reactions.

Wasn’t he half-Human? Did he feel an attraction to her? 


A miserable minute ticked by. 


“We still have a deal,” he said. “First, you meet my brothers.”





Angel Bait
Book 1 of the Angel Assassins Series
Tricia Skinner
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance


Publisher: Crimson Romance (F+W Media)
Date of Publication: February 18, 2013

ISBN 10: 1-4405-6515-5
ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-6515-1
eISBN 10: 1-4405-6516-3
eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-6516-8

Number of pages: 140
Word Count: 65,000




Book Description:

Saved by the angel sent to kill them, four half-angel boys are trained and employed as Heaven’s assassins. Jarrid and his nephilim brothers are raised as members of The Eternal Order, and must enforce Heaven’s laws by hunting down those who defy the Directorate.

His only shot at freedom is Ascension, but his employers won’t permit the ancient ritual. 

Then Jarrid learns a Renegade angel is in Detroit. Such a high-level take­down is the answer to his prayers—all the leverage he needs to Ascend.

For freedom, Jarrid is willing to do anything to lure his elusive enemy out of hiding.

Even use an innocent woman as bait.

News reporter Ionie Gifford has no clue an angel outlaw wants her dead. She agrees to help Jarrid, the enigmatic nephilim with penetrating silver eyes and a worship-worthy body, but only because he accepts her terms. He’s her all-access pass into the city’s supernatural underworld where she hopes to locate her mother’s killer.

Blind­sided by Ionie's beauty and tenacity, Jarrid soon finds the eternity-old glacier around his heart thawing. With duty and desire at war within him, he’s forced to make a choice—either save Ionie from the trap he snared and stay chained to Heaven, or allow her to become collateral damage.
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About the Author:

After spending several years as a newspaper reporter and corporate communications director, Tricia Skinner cast off traditional journalism for the freedom of novel writing. ANGEL BAIT is her urban fantasy romance debut. Her read­ing tastes are all over the place, but she’s mainly drawn to fan­tasy (and its sub­gen­res), para­nor­mal, sci-fi, and history.

In those rare moments when she’s not writ­ing, Tri­cia is a new­bie “green” prac­ti­tioner, a fit­ness pro­cras­ti­na­tor, and a tech­nol­ogy geek. She is a mother and a wife. Her fam­ily includes two Great Danes.

Tri­cia stays active in various writing communities. She’s the Web Edi­tor for Pony Express(ions), the online lit­er­ary jour­nal of the Mas­ters of Lib­eral Stud­ies Pro­gram at South­ern Methodist Uni­ver­sity; a vol­un­teer with SMU’s The Writ­ers Path; the Newsletter Editor and a Mud Puddle Critique Group moderator for the Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal Chapter of Romance Writers of America. . In Decem­ber 2012 she received a master’s degree with a Cre­ative Writ­ing focus from SMU.

She welcomes correspondence from readers.

Visit her online at www.TriciaSkinner.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorTriciaSkinner

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/triciaskinner

Twitter: @KaziWren  

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