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🌟 Please join me in welcoming author Kate Hawthorne to Stories That Make You Smile. Kate is here today celebrating the release of her wonderful new novel, A Thousand Lifetimes. She’s brought along a nice excerpt and a generous giveaway. Pull up a chair and join the conversation as Kate tells us a little about herself and her writing! 🌟
A Thousand Lifetimes by Kate Hawthorne
Is it not possible that in the past day we’ve lived a lifetime? Is it not possible you’ve already fallen in love with me a thousand times over? Isn’t that what a soul mate is?
Publisher: Kate Hawthorne
Cover Artist: Samantha Santana, Amai Designs
Release Date: October 3, 2019
Length: Novel / ~51k words / 192 pages
Pairing / Genre(s) / Keyword(s): M/M Paranormal Gay Romance (with implied off-page MMF for secondary characters), fated mates, vampire, cinnamon roll character
My name is Ezra Clarke, and I’m twenty-three.
If you’re counting in vampire years, I’m actually two-hundred and eight, and if living that long has taught me anything, it’s that nothing lasts forever. And that’s been fine. It’s… whatever. I’ve never wanted anything that long, anyway, which is why I’ve never taken a mate, but that all changed when I met Declan Byrne.
He’s young, handsome, and he doesn’t do what I tell him to. He smells like cinnamon and has eyes that remind me of the daytime sky. Every kiss we share feels like home, and no touch lasts long enough.
I need him to be mine.
And for the briefest moment he is, and life is perfect… and then it isn’t. Rogue vampires threaten to pull us apart, and complicated politics are painful reminders that a world exists beyond our privacy of our bedroom.
But if anyone thinks they can keep me away from Declan, they have another thing coming. My mate and I have a thousand lifetimes to live, and we’re just getting started.
The whole drive back to the house, Declan smiles at me like I’ve given him all of his Christmas presents a day early. It’s unreal, the way it makes hope and want and happiness bloom inside a place that’s sat vacant for two centuries. As soon as we get out of the car, he’s at my side, lacing our fingers together and he presses against me like he wants to be attached, and I don’t hate it. The way Declan acts around me makes me feel like I’m bigger than I am, like maybe I didn’t do such a bad thing after all.
I unlock the front door and hear clinking glassware from down the hallway. My parents are up, obviously. I want to pull Declan upstairs because I’m not ready to share him yet. I only want him to be mine and I want this time to be ours. Just for one more night.
That’s a lie.
A lot more nights.
I want at least four more years of nights before I need to worry about whatever my parents are about to unload on us.
“Ezra,” my father calls from the dining room, and the hope inside of me plummets into the floor.
“We’re going upstairs,” I answer.
“Ezra.” This time it’s my mother and I curse them both under my breath because they know I can’t say no to her. I’ve never been able to.
“It’s okay,” Declan whispers against my neck. “I hope they like me.”
I turn and cup his face in my hands, and I’m pretty sure it’s impossible for someone to not like him. He’s perfection.
I nod and lead him into the dining room where he stands nervously half a step behind me. My mom gets up and comes around the table and looks at me like I’ve done something wonderful. She has this proud smile on her face and her eyes shift to look at Declan.
“And who are you?” she asks in this soothing way she has about her. She’s trying to get him to relax, and I equal parts appreciate it and hate it.
“I’m Declan,” he answers, staying still. “Declan Byrne.”
“That’s what Ezra said.”
Her lips twitch into a smile. “How are you feeling, Declan? Let’s come and sit down.”
She returns to her seat at the table and we both follow. Declan slips into the chair he sat at earlier, and I take mine. My parents both have drinks in front of them, and my mom asks if we want anything. Declan reaches over and grabs my thigh, his fingertips treacherously close to my sac.
“I’m alright for now, thank you,” he says.
“Declan, these are my parents, Birdie and William Clarke.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“How are you fairing, then?” my mother asks again. She slides her hand across the table, palm up, and my father tangles their fingers together.
“Fine, I think.”
“He’s fine,” I answer. “We’re both fine.”
“You, darling, were far from fine when it was your time. Have things changed so much now that such a life changing experience can be so well-received?” my mother says, and I bristle at the insinuation. I reach beneath the table and take Declan’s hand.
“Our circumstances weren’t comparable,” I whisper, clearing my throat when the words catch. I don’t want to have this conversation.
“I really am doing okay,” Declan interjects. “I think it will be an adjustment, obviously. But it’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
A wave of fear and disgust washes over me and I blink Declan into focus. He’s looking across the table at my mother, but there’s no doubt we’re feeling the same way. I grip his hand tighter, and hope he knows that he has me now, and whatever happened to him in the past won’t ever happen again.
“I’m sure Ezra has told you the basics, yes?” My father finally speaks up.
“No sun. No food. No silver.”
“I assume since you’ve turned the two of you have… been intimate?” He looks properly embarrassed, and I wonder what he would have looked like if he could blush.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Was there… a blood exchange?”
“Yes,” I bite out.
“Good. The mate bond is sealed.”
“What now?” I cock my head to the side.
“Once the mate is turned, the bond is there, but it’s weak until it’s sealed with a blood exchange. If you’ve done that, the bond is sealed.”
“Why haven’t you ever told me that before?”
“I honestly never expected you to take a mate, Ezra,” my mother answers, taking her hand out of my fathers and folding them together neatly in front of her.
“You wanted to go to Hawaii,” I grumble.
“You’re such a wonderful boy.”
“I can hear his thoughts,” Declan blurts out. “Is that normal?”
My mother raises an eyebrow and shoots a quick glance at my father. “Sometimes.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means there’re different degrees.” He waves his hand in the air with a small flourish. “Sometimes the bond between mates is stronger, more solid.”
“Like soul mates,” my mother supplies.
“Soul mates?” I ask
“What else is there?” Declan speaks over me, and my parents ignore my question for his.
“It’s a list,” my mother laughs. “It varies, I think. Some of it develops over time, some never. Like William said, it varies.”
“What kinds of things though?”
“I don’t think that’s appropriate dinner conversation.”
“I’ve had dinner.” Declan shoots a challenging look across the table.
☆ Author Interview ☆
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
For a very brief time in elementary school, I wanted to bag groceries! LOL. That’s such a weird thing, but I was so obsessed with watching baggers toss things around and arrange them to fit like a real life tetris game. After I gave up on that, I went quite a few years not really knowing what I wanted to do and being terribly jealous of everyone who did. It wasn’t until my senior year in high school that I decided I wanted to teach English. Unfortunately, life had other plans for me and I’m about as far from the education field as a person could be. I love my job (most of the time), but I love writing more. Sometimes I think if I would have ended up being a writer if I had pursued English, and I can’t say yes, definitively, so I can’t lament the course my life has taken anymore.
You have a full time job? How do you balance that with writing?
Precariously? I work 40+ hours a week at my day job, I write in my spare time, and I have a family. I’ve never been a person who is good at self-care or relaxing, so I’ve never done well having down time. Writing has been great, in that it’s given me something productive to do when I would have otherwise just been watching TV or something. Now that my daughter is three, it’s a lot harder to write at home, but I try to carve time out every night after she goes to bed and I’ve caught up with my husband.
Are you a plotter or a pantser?
I am 100% a pantser. I don’t even begin to think about what’s happening in the next chapter until I’m around the 75% point in the book, but good luck even figuring out when that is! Haha. I definitely just let the characters tell me what’s going on with them and then I tell the readers all about it.
Were you a voracious reader as a child?
God, yes. My grandparents were huge readers, and I used to spend a lot of time with them when I was growing up. My grandpa was always reading James Patterson and Clive Cussler, and my grandma was always over with the Nora Roberts and Danielle Steele. I don’t remember ever stealing her books and reading them, but now I get why she was so into them! I used to read things like Goosebumps and Fear Street, which has played out through my childhood and turned into a HUGE love of horror. I didn’t start reading romance until I was in my twenties. I’ve been trying really hard to instill an early love of reading into my daughter, and I can’t wait until she’s able to read. Right now, she just likes to explain to me what’s happening in the pictures.
What are you working on now and when can we expect it?
A Thousand Lifetimes ends with two side relationships that I am excited to write in the future, so you can expect more vampires from me in 2020. Before then, I have a collaboration coming out with J.R. Gray called May the Best Man Win, and I’m planning an early 2020 release for my next solo title, Unfettered.
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