Meet the Queen

October 3, 2016


I took the chance to interview Evangeline Black. 

 I met with Evangeline in her home in an opulent penthouse in a Denver high-rise. A busy woman, she only had a quick minute for me, but we got some good answers in. 

Singing is a passion of yours. What is your favorite song? 
That's like asking you which kid is your favorite child, sheesh! I can tell you my favorite song to sing, though. I'm in love with Raign's version of "Knocking on Heavens Door." 

I've heard it. It's a beautiful song, but I'm partial to the original, Bob Dylan version. Do you ever get a chance to sing in front of other people or did that stop in the 20s'? 
The Bob Dylan version is amazeballs, for sure. I don't have much time to sneak away to sing, to be honest. Running this 'kingdom' so to speak is daunting. 

How is that going BTW, the whole running the world shiz? 
I don't run the world, I just help. And it has its ups and downs. There is some pretty awful stuff heading our way if Aurelia has anything to say about it, so I'm not sitting back eating bon-bons just yet. It helps that I have a sexy man to bounce ideas off of and who has finally seen the light as far as the whole relationship stuff goes. 

Speaking of the relationship stuff, will we see some wedding bells and patter of little feet in the near future? 
The wedding stuff isn't really our thing - species-wise, anyway - so probably not. For us Wraiths, it is bite and boom: married. Way less headache and no need for the endless thank-you notes. The babies thing... we'll work on it in a bit, but I don't think it's the right time just yet, but who knows? 


You've had a multitude of changes recently. How are you dealing with how much your world has changed? 

I have good days and bad days. I miss my parents, of course, but then I look at how few years humans have with their parents and know that I got so many good years and memories with my Mom and Dad. It's hard sometimes because I want to call my Mom and tell her something or ask my Dad's advice about how to deal with a particular faction, and I can't. West and I have been dealing with their passing and the added responsibilities together, and together the pain is dimming some. 


It is so good that you two are leaning on each other. 

I think so, too. We are closer now than we've ever been. 


So, you dig the beard, huh? 

LOL, yes. The beard and I are very good friends. I think I'd boycott sex if he shaved it off. 



Thank you so much for speaking with me. Enjoy that beard for all of us, please. 


Are you dying to get a better look at the King's Assassin? 

You just might... 
Need a teaser to whet your pallet? 




~ Rising Ashes ~ 
Ashes to Ashes 
Book Three 


Evan – 1928 – Los Angeles, CA 


The first time I met West Carmichael, I was singing at a speakeasy in Los Angeles. My parents didn’t know where I was, and for the first time in a long time, neither did Aurelia. Hiding from a Seer is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but a special cloaking amulet from a witch friend seemed to have worked wonders. It was pretty. A sapphire the size of my thumbnail set in a silver filigree setting hanging from a thin chain that rests just below my collarbone. It wasn’t the nicest piece of jewelry I owned, but it was my favorite. 

Maybe because it granted my freedom. 

Or maybe because it matched my royal blue silk charmeuse gown to perfection. I used to hate dressing up, but this dress made me feel like a woman. It was an off the shoulder number with a daring sweetheart neckline – far ahead of its time. It fit like a second skin until it hit my thighs and then flared out like a calla lily into a delicate but short train. It may not have been the most comfortable dress I owned, but it made me feel like a sexy siren. Something that with my diminutive height, I rarely felt. 

I was alone – finally alone even in this sea of people– after so much time with the ones I loved breathing down my neck. It was like a vacation. I needed something of my own. A secret, a life, something to break away from my family. Something that didn’t say princess or royalty. 

Something that let me just be me. Singing was it for me. 

I was ending my five-song set with a favorite of mine, an old Jane Greene song when I saw him. I’d seen him around town a few times, when I was shopping by myself or when I watched a boxing match at the Olympic Auditorium, a scandalous activity for an unchaperoned young lady. 

But we’d never met. 

He was handsome. I even daresay beautiful, if you can call a man like that beautiful. He was tall – taller than anyone in the room by nearly a whole head –and built so powerfully he made the other men look like pitiful adolescents dressed up in their daddy’s clothes. It was difficult to tell if his hair was as dark as it seemed in the low light of the secret club, but it appeared black in the dim. Dressed to the nines in a brilliant black suit, he moved with grace through the crowd until he found his seat at the only open table in the joint, folding his huge frame into the chair with the grace of a jaguar. Papa had taken me to Brazil when I was just a little girl, and we saw the big cats roam the rainforests. He moved just like those jungle cats, scanning the room for prey and threats, watching everything with disinterest, as if he could take or leave the sights and sounds and people. As if he were bored in this raucous party that seemed to never end. 





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The Ashes to Ashes Series



Aurelia Constantine is having a rough century. 
Plagued by visions of murder, death and destruction, she has resigned herself to the nightmare her life has become. When an enemy from her past comes to her rescue, she must let go of old wounds and heal the breach so she may survive the evil poisoning her mind.
Rhys Stevens is guilty. 
Murder. Betrayal. Treason. Take your pick; he’s guilty of them all. On the path of redemption, he must beg for forgiveness from the one person he fought to save - the woman he has always loved. 
Thrown together in the trenches of war, they must work as a team to stop a monstrous puppet master from pulling their strings.
Ashes, ashes. We all fall down. Get ready to burn.



Mena Constantine is pissed off. Finally freed from her fifty-year imprisonment by a maniacal leader, she is desperately trying to recover and get her life back. Problem is, the life she had is long gone. Struggling under the weight of her memories and healing from the wounds of her captivity, she can't seem to catch a break. Every waking moment, death seems like a relief she would welcome.
Asher Crane is a dead man. As a Guardian to the King, his only purpose in life is to keep the King alive. And he's failing. Miserably. With the King ill, the Queen dying, and zero plans for a successor, he's pretty much screwed. Because if the King dies, the law says Asher dies, too.
As these two wounded souls collide in a series of bloody and unfortunate events, they will clutch to the last shreds of life before death beats down their door.



West Carmichael is not my real name. It is the name I pulled from thin air over five hundred years ago. I don’t come from royalty—I come from the dregs of the ethereal. As the King’s assassin, I have more blood on my hands than most. I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve anyone. But I will keep her safe. Even if I die trying.
Evangeline Black. My name sounds like the heroine of a historical romance novel – not that I read those or anything. My life so far: Dead parents? Check. Broken heart? Check. Evil mistress of darkness, hell-bent on power and thirsty for my death? Big. Honking. Check. But this mess won’t get cleaned up by itself. I’ve got a job to do.
As these two reluctant hearts fight their pull, they must decide if they want to fall apart in the midst of the chaos swarming around them or yield to their hearts…

and rise.

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