I had the privilege of chatting with the wonderful Elizabeth Noble and she agreed to answer a few questions. Along with the blurb for her new book ‘A Barlow Lens’ Circles book 2, she shares an excerpt from the book. So a BIG Thank You to Elizabeth for taking time out to talk to me. Lets give a big Rainbow Gold Reviews welcome to Elizabeth.
Why did you choose to write M/M stories.
The short answer is because I like to. The more complicated answer is I enjoy men, their interactions and dynamics with one another.
When you start a book do you have to whole story mapped out or does it build progressively?
I have a basic idea where the story is going and how it ends. Other than that I keep my options open and let the plot develop as I go.
How do you come up with the title?
I’m lucky, they just sort of come to me when I’m thinking about the basic plot.
If you could would you change anything about your first book?
Other than maybe some wording choices and fix some grammar if needed, no. I might add a bit more detail to some scenes, but it’s a book I still enjoy reading.
What is the hardest part about writing your books?
I think the most difficult part comes after writing when I’m waiting to see if that book will be contracted by a publisher.
Do your characters ever take over your writing and take the story somewhere you didn’t plan?
Absolutely! I think that’s an awesome. Characters, like plots are fluid. They grow and change. It’s part of the magic of writing. Once I get going on a story, really start to know my characters they take off and blossom, their story blossoms with them. That’s part of the reason I don’t have a hard and fast outline. Books take on a life of their own and we all know how life changes on a dime.
What makes you want to write?
I have to write, it’s not really a choice for me. It’s something I love. Why, I don’t know. You could ask the same question of anyone who loves any sort of activity. I think my brain is simply hardwired that way, I was born with the desire. Questioning why too much makes my head spin.
When and where do you like to write?
Four or five days out of the week, depending on the week I have to show up at work. I essentially have two full time jobs, the one where I’m a veterinary nurse and the one where I’m the author.
Most days I write when I get home from work in the evening. I’m not able to write at work, and probably wouldn’t even if I could, that’s not what they pay me to do there.
I have an office at home I use and a laptop I can take to my ‘outdoor’ office—my patio—when the weather permits.
Who is an author you want to meet and have dinner with?
I have met and had dinner—or some other meal—with quite a few authors at some conventions. Otherwise I’d love to meet Michio Kaku.
Do you have advise for other writers?
Don’t wait for inspiration, just sit down and write. Never give up.
Do you buy a book because of the cover, blurb, or some other reason?
I want to read a little bit, so while the cover and blurb might attract me, the excerpt seals the deal.
What do you always order at your favorite restaurant?
My favorite restaurant is the Buckeye Beer Engine. I usually order one of their burgers—rare—that has mushrooms and smoked cheese involved.
What talent do you wish you had?
I’m pretty happy with the talents I have, but I guess I would like to sing and not sound like a cat caught in a lawn mower.
Beer or wine?
Wine—sangria if you want to be specific
eBook or print books?
Heels or flats?
Favorite place to read & write?
I’ll read anywhere. My favorite place to write is outside.
While planning a future with his partner, Val, Wyatt’s past refuses to be forgotten. Wyatt’s old friend asks him to look into the mysterious death of her uncle in a fire back in 1927, when men were silent, tough, and did not love other men—except when they did. Working with Val, Wyatt digs up clues uncovering the truth behind the tragic school fire and the one responsible. The story of Tom and Philip slowly reveals itself, and Wyatt and Val realize nothing is as simple as they originally believed. As their trail heats up, an old enemy of Wyatt’s decides he’s waited long enough for revenge. If Wyatt can’t tie everything together, history might repeat itself.
TOM MANNING stopped just inside the heavy, wooden door and stomped the snow from his boots. He shrugged out of his overcoat and waited for his eyes to adjust to the lower lighting. A shiver worked its way down his spine. There was a fire, the room was warm, but it still took his body a few minutes to acclimate to the temperature without his coat. He turned to the right where one of the large coatracks stood next to the door and added his coat to the ones already there. Taking his hat off, he shook snow from the fabric and wiped one hand over his hair. He gave his head a little shake to clear off any excess snowflakes.
A radio in one corner provided music. Despite its scratchy reception, there were a few couples swaying on the dance floor. Tom had become a regular in this particular juice joint, even though it was far enough from his small apartment in the West Park section of Cleveland that it took planning and a little time to get there. That was just fine by Tom. It made the Canary, this joint’s name, safer. Most cops wouldn’t bother coming this far north and west, and if they did, there’d be plenty of warning. At least Tom hoped so.
The first few times he’d come there, he had worried about who might see him. Then he realized that if someone saw him, they’d come to the Canary for the same reason. This particular speakeasy catered to a select and secretive group of men and women.
Tom slid onto a stool and smiled when the bartender sashayed over with a plate of sandwiches thick with meat and cheese on freshly baked bread.
“We got a new shipment in this week. Care to give it a try, honey?” The bartender, Billy, flipped a towel over his shoulder and put his hand over Tom’s for an instant. He tipped his head at a table on the other side of the room. “He’s been asking after you. I’ll get you two of what he’s having.”
“Appreciate it,” Tom said. He twisted on the stool to get a better look at the man at the table. The man had dark hair and was built like a bull. His big hands cradled the glass of bootleg, and that sent a spark coursing right through Tom to his balls. Beefy hands that handled a glass gently. What would they do to Tom’s flesh?
Thanks to Billy and his need to be in everyone’s business, Tom might just find out.
Elizabeth Noble started telling stories before she actually knew how to write, and her family was very happy when she learned to put words on a page. Those words turned into fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M romance fiction. Being able to share her works with Dreamspinner is really a dream come true. She has a real love for a good mystery complete with murder and twisty plots as well as all things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural and a bit of an unnatural interest in a super-volcano in Wyoming.
Elizabeth has three grown children and is now happily owned by an adorable mixed breed canine princess named Rosie, and two cats, Murphy and Yeti. She lives in her native northeast Ohio, the perfect place for gardening, winter and summer sports (go Tribe!). When she’s not writing she’s working as a veterinary nurse, so don’t be surprised to see her men with a pet or three who are a very big part of their lives.
Two of Elizabeth’s books have received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards.
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Thank you for the awesome interview questions and for having me here today!
Great interview! Thank you for sharing! Congrats on your new book release Elizabeth =)
Interesting questions and answers. I’ve never read Black Beauty and must have missed out on it.
It’s a book you’d really enjoy if you’re a horse-lover. I guess now it would be historical fiction, but at the time it was written it would have been a contemporary I think.