Born and
raised in the rainy streets of the Seattle Area, L.P. Masters spent her fair
share of time staring out rain-streaked windows and writing books. Masters has
always had extremely vivid dreams, which often spark inspiration for her
novels. In 1999, after one such dream, Masters began her first writing project.
She has participated in National Novel Writer's Month every November since
2010. Writing isn't the only thing she can do with a pen in her hand, she also
enjoys sketching and drawing—with varying degrees of success. Masters now lives
in the slightly-less-dreary city of Spokane Washington with her husband, four
wonderful daughters, and two crazy dogs.
Gina’s plan
for her afterlife is simple: survive as long as possible. The afterlife is a
ghost-kill-ghost kind of place. When she meets newly-dead Alec, she can’t help
her desire to protect him. Before she knows it, she finds herself falling for
him, despite the little voice in her head telling her it’s a bad idea.
Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the afterlife... love is death.
Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the afterlife... love is death.
Q & A With the Author:
- When did you write your first novel? I started writing when I was 12 years
old. Most of my stories at that time would have been categorized more as
short stories or novellas. I didn’t start writing longer novel-length
stories until I was closer to college age.
- What drove you to write / why did you become
an author? I LOVE telling
stories. I LOVE creating characters and taking them through experiences.
I’m always thinking about what could be, what should be, what would be. I
have a passion for theme and always want my readers to get something out
of my stories, even if what they get is, “Don’t be as dumb as that
character was.” Usually my themes are deeper than that, but if they get
that much at least, I’m happy.
- How do you create your characters? A lot of times they create themselves.
I often really work on their names, because the names are really
important for my feelings toward the characters. I start writing the
characters, not really knowing who they are, and eventually I find out.
After a while I like to know a lot of history about them, so I do a lot
of character interviews. If I try a character interview before starting
the story, though, I often feel like I’m trying to force the character to
be what I want him or her to be, instead of allowing the character to
develop who they’re supposed to be.
- What is one thing you love about Fall /
Autumn? So hard to pick
one, but I’ll play by the rules, so I’m going to say the colors.
- Who is the person or group of people that
most support you in your writing? My
family. When I was younger and first starting out, it was definitely my
mom. After I got married, my husband has been very supportive. My mom is
still very helpful for me. I also have a group of friends I made doing
NaNoWriMo, and we meet throughout the year. We’re always helping and
supporting each other.
- What is your favorite Halloween Memory? One Halloween when I was pretty young,
I dressed up as a pumpkin. I wore my mom’s orange T-shirt, stuffed full
of pillows to make me round. As we were going out to trick-or-treat I
lost my balance and fell into a ditch. (Thankfully it was dry.) My sister
ran over to me and helped me up and asked, “Are you okay, Pumpkin?” We
all thought it was pretty funny.
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