Evolution Thursday: Siobhan Muir

Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shapeshifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she’s dreaming about the heroes and heroines who make up her world. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy since she was a kid, she began to write her own versions of fairytales and completed her first fan fiction novel at the age of 13. No, it will never see the light of day.

Always interested in human interaction, Siobhan believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan can be found on her blog, Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

Siobhan, what gave you the idea for Her Devoted Vampire?

Actually, it was my husband who gave me the idea. He said all romance was bunk, so I asked if I could try to write one he liked (and since I’m a paranormal author, I picked a vampire). I tried to write it in such a way that would be believable to a man while still enticing the female readers. He now loves my stories (and I ask for his help in getting the male psyche right). 

Do you recall the first scene you wrote?

This was one of those strange stories that wrote start to finish. I started with the coffee shop meet-cute (as they say in Hollywood) and let it go from there. Some of the other scenes were added later, but that’s the one I started with.

Did you have a scene that you loved but ended up cutting?

Not in this story. I actually added scenes to Her Devoted Vampire that made it more believable.

I usually have an a-ha moment, where an insignificant detail becomes something really important. Did you have a moment like that? Will it spoil the plot to tell me what it was?

I did, yes. I’d written the beginning of the story with Bridget, the heroine, reading a trashy romance as an escape from the mundane-ness of her life. At the time, I only used it as device to entertain my husband, but the line that really got me was Bridget’s inner thought after she reads the excerpt of her book (and no, I can’t reveal it to you). It was so telling and summed up what was to come, I just sat there a moment, mouth agape, thinking, “Whoa. That’s really cool.”

Are you surprised where the story took you? Or if ended up where you planned, were you surprised how you got there?

This story went where I wanted it to go, but I was surprised at how many others it engendered. There are characters that wanted their own tales and then I got to thinking about their siblings, friends, and coworkers. Suddenly I had four werewolf stories, another vamp tale, and a contemporary romantic suspense all explode out of this one little story. I didn’t realize it would be an introduction to a whole world of stories.

What story idea is sitting in the class right now, raising his hand madly, begging you to call on him?

LOL, just one? I have about four, three boys and a girl, all waving and demanding it’s his/her turn. Which is great for the readers – there will be at least that many out per year (if the characters will let me finish them).

Thanks so much for playing along!

Thanks so much for having me, Wendy.

In addition to paranormal romance, Siobhan hosts “Thursday Threads,” a flash fiction competition for blog badges and notoriety, open to whoever stumbles upon her blog. Why yes, astute visitor, it IS Thursday. Rules are simple…she gives you a prompt. You write a story around in 250 words or less and post it to the comments of today’s TT post. I hope you try it out.

Bridget doesn’t believe in vampires or werewolves, but that doesn’t stop one from kidnapping her.

Bridget Shanahan’s life seems bleak and boring until she gets mugged and abducted from her favorite coffee shop by the sexiest man she’s ever met. Unfortunately, he’s a lunatic who believes he’s some kind of vampire savior surrounded by a security force of werewolves. And he’s determined to keep her.

Fredrick Macgregor has been having visions of this woman in danger for the last six months. A woman he must protect because she’s the Avatar of the Goddess. However, when he brings her home, she doesn’t believe he’s a vampire or that she is the Avatar, and she definitely doesn’t want to stay. But the sense of danger persists and he’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if it means risking the loss of the only woman who makes his endless life bearable again.

Available from Amazon, Barnes & Nobel, and Kobo.


Thursday Threads: "He stared in horror at the body."

It’s Thursday, and the lovely Siobhan Muir has thrown down her 250 word challenge for the week. The prompt:

He Stared in Horror at the Body

Joey had seen a lot of atrocities during the course of his career. Not just the in the month he had been working for the department, but during his freelance years. And at school before then. In fact, the seedy underbelly of his chosen profession had caught his attention long before he ever gave thought to taking it personally. Others passed by, unknowing and uncaring, but not Joey.

These days when he saw a crime, he called upon the hosts of heaven and hell to avenge the wrong, not caring which arrived first, so long as someone had his back. And then grumbling, he’d set about sorting out the mess.

He stared in horror at the body. She looked like she had been stretched on a rack. Thinking that a girl’s legs went on for miles was one thing…but this sicko tried to see if they could. Arms, too. And neck.

What a mess, Joey thought, rubbing his face with his hands, wondering where he should start first. The unnatural limbs? The emaciated frame? The malnourished, jaundiced skin?

Looking close, he found artifacts in her hair and on her skin. The culprit was cocky, to be sure, but he was getting sloppy.

“Joey, can you fix that image, man?” He swiveled his chair around and pretended his eyes could shoot laser beams. His art director didn’t notice. “We’re due at the imagesetter after lunch.”

“This ain’t an image, Rick,” he growled. “It’s an effing crime scene.”

246 words

Please check out the other wonderful little stories built upon this prompt at Siobhan Muir’s (18+) blog.

"Thursday Threads" Honorable Mention

The fabulous Siobhan Muir (18+) holds a weekly flash fiction contest on her blog called “Thursday Threads.” She provides a line, taken from the winning entry the week before, and participants tell a story using that line in 250 words or less. This week, I gave the Easter Bunny a shout out and misled the judge into thinking my POV was on an acid trip. (I rock!)

Let’s Get This Over With.

“I haven’t been this nervous since…”

The latch closed. The action was careless, not angry, but the sound of the door closing echoed across the linoleum and masonry blocks like a detonation in closed quarters. The concussion rang in his ears, penetrated his flesh, made him want to duck and cover.

He shifted his eyes. On the opposite wall, a white bunny in a vest carried eggs in a basket. Further down the hallway, stick figure drawings hung from a wire by clothes pins. At the end of the hallway, a door opened and a single person walked out. Jon stepped back against the wall, his hand reaching for the sidearm that wasn’t there.

Shit, he thought. The shadow turned into a door half-way between him and the door at the far end of the corridor. He hadn’t felt this exposed since—no, he might have felt safer in Falluja. The only cover available for twenty yards in either direction was a janitor’s cart.

“Jon.” He snapped toward the woman’s voice to find his sister standing in the doorway, impractically dressed for walking in a skirt and three inch heels. She studied him with worry. “Are you ready?”

“Let’s get this over with,” he exhaled and followed her through the door, coming face to face with twenty second graders.

“Class,” she said. “This is my brother, Jonathan Seaver, Sergeant First Class in the US Army. He’s come to talk to us about the children he met in Iraq.”

Thursday Threads: The Scientist

Thursday Threads is a flash fiction competition that Siobhan Muir is hosting on her site. She gives a line and participants tell a story around it in 250 words or less.

“I heard this joke once. Or a parable, maybe…”

The bloodshot ghost paused to drag his smoke. He had manners, tilting his head back to blow his cancer straight up, rather than right at me. They were comical even; the smoke in this dive was so thick that I had needed the glow of neon to find the bar. He put his foot on the metal case beside him and slouched with his smoldering hand draped over his knee.

“You have five monkeys in a cage. The cage has a ladder to the top, and from the top hangs a banana. When any of them touch the ladder, you spray them all with water. When they give up the banana, you swap out a monkey. He doesn’t know about the water, goes for the prize, and the others will beat the shit out of him. Repeat. At the end, you have five monkeys that have never been sprayed with water, and yet, none of them will ever touch the ladder.”

I watched the next plume of smoke curl above his head. It had been so for centuries, Rachel said the last day he recognized her, but it had not always been so.

“The men upstairs like ‘the way things are.’” Ash flew as he flicked his fingers. “It allows for grunt armies and plausible deniability.” He pushed the case with his boot.

“The water hose?”

“No.” He tapped out the cigarette and collected his payment. “The scientist.” He left.

249 words

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