~Janis Susan May~
Author name(s): Janis Susan May (romance and other things) or Janis Patterson (cozy mysteries) or Janis Susan Patterson (childrens) or JSM Patterson (non-fiction and scholarly)
Fave food? Anything Mexican, or a really good steak.
Fave drink (non-alcoholic)? Diet Dr. Pepper—the national drink of Texas!
Fave candy bar? Snickers—or, failing that, the closest one.
Fave flower? Pink Roses
Fave gemstone? Diamonds, preferably in quantity.
Fave day of the week? Today (Remember, today is called ‘the present’ for a reason!)
Fave time of day to write? Anytime—I tend to write whenever/wherever I can.
Fave season? Autumn
Fave holiday? Christmas!
Fave color? Red
Fave animal? All of them! (We currently have two cats and a dog, but in the past in addition to cats and dogs I have had a rat, a boa, a chipmunk…)
Fave hobby? Making jewelry, sitting in the hot tub and vegging out in front of the TV.
Fave sport? Really! Isn’t this a family-oriented blog? Oh—you probably mean organized sport. To tell the truth, if organized sports ceased to exist tomorrow, someone would have to tell me that it had happened. Many years ago I used to like to go to hockey games, but that was just so I could wear my then-new fur coat inside. Once in a while I like a good horserace, especially if I know someone who has a horse running.
Fave song? Mi ch’iamano MiMi (La Boheme), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Garth Brooks), Nessun Dorma (Turandot), Climb Every Mountain (Sound of Music)—there are lots more, even though I am much more of an instrumental person. If instrumentals are included, anything by Chopin or Beethoven.
Fave TV show? Criminal Minds, CSI, The Unit, Endeavour, New Tricks, Magnum PI
Fave movie? American Dreamer, Mrs. Miniver, The Women (1939 version), Singing in the Rain, any Indiana Jones except the second one.
Fave book? Whichever one I’m currently working on.
Fave author? Barbara Michaels/Elizabeth Peters/Barbara Mertz, whichever incarnation she puts on the book.
Fave word? Fave WORD? How can you choose just one? There are so many luscious words…
Fave quote? Writing is easy; all you do is stare at a blank screen until drops of blood form upon your forehead.
Coffee or tea? When? Coffee in the morning, iced tea in the afternoon.
Cake or pie? Whatever is in front of me!
Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate!
Salty or sweet? Sweet
Veggies or fruit? Fruit
Owl or lark? Sleeping habits? Both—when I’m working on a book I can’t sleep—will get out of bed at an obscenely early hour because I get fidgety and disturb The Husband. When I’m not working on a book I tend to fall out of bed at the crack of noon.
Plot or not? Pantser all the way.
Desktop or laptop? Laptop—4 of them actually, stationed here and there around the house and a little bitty one I carry with me.
Pencil or pen? Pen—a blue marbled Waterman fountain pen, fine nib, with blue ink—liquid ink, of course, not a gel or ballpoint. Someday I dream of owning a top of the line
Rain or sun? Rain
Land or sea? Land—most of the time. I love the occasional cruise.
Plane or train? Depends—flying commercial isn’t really fun any more, so I would either drive or take the train whenever possible. However… if I can beg a flight with someone who has a private plane, I could stay aloft for days. European trains are nice, though, and I try to use them when I’m abroad.
Run or walk? Walk, and that only when I have to.
Casual or dressy? Dressy when seeing others, casual working at home.
Indoors or outdoors? Indoors
Theater or rental? Rental
Vampire or shifter? Neither—hate them both.
Jedi or Sith? Jedi (Handsome men in capes and tall boots… Yum!)
Tell us about your new/latest release:
Okay, this could get complicated. As I have been in a publishing blitz releasing two new books and all my backlist—one book every two weeks between 30 June and 30 October—I could inundate you with new releases. So—I am going to talk about my favorite in the blitz batch, one of the new ones and one that is set in one of my favorite places in the world.
Title: The Egyptian File
Genre: Romantic Suspense-Adventure
Melissa Warrender is trying to solve the strange death of her art-gallery owner father. Her father’s partner in Warrender’s Fine Art, Melissa’s specialty is paintings of the 17th and long 18th centuries, while her father primarily dealt in antiquities. Driven by an unexplained phone call which may or may not have come from her late father, she goes to Cairo to retrieve a mysterious file, not knowing that she is a prime suspect of a special task force set up to stop antiquities smuggling.
David El-Baradi is a professor of Egyptology in London, in Cairo on sabbatical to help the task force. Forced into masquerading as a taxi driver who befriends Melissa, he finds himself attracted to her and, eventually, becomes convinced of her innocence. David cannot reveal his true identity, especially when it starts to seem that the treasure is an undiscovered royal treasure. As the pair lurch across Egypt, dodging the murderous son of Warrender’s chief rival and unable to call on the task force for help, they finally decipher the cryptic clues and solve the mysteries of THE EGYPTIAN FILE, almost sacrificing their lives to do so.
The railroad station was smaller than she expected, but just as hot and dusty as the streets. Melissa thought she had never been so hot in her life. The muffling niqab was like a shroud, keeping away whatever breeze there was. Her hair was getting sweaty and clinging to her head and neck in warm, damp clumps.
Plus she was thirsty, as thirsty as she had ever been. How did women stand this mobile sauna? More importantly, how did they drink under this hood? Just breathing was hard enough.
She would get Gerard for making her endure this, she thought venomously. Once she got back to civilization she’d fix his little red wagon good. She wasn’t quite sure how such a satisfying end could be reached, but she would find out how.
And she would do it!
David went to the ticket window and Melissa followed, keeping a little closer now. She didn’t want to risk being separated in the crowd, which seemed to be just about twice too large for the space available. He jabbered in Arabic, then pulled out a thick wad of Egyptian pounds from the small breast pocket.
He must, Melissa realized, have changed the hundred I gave him when he bought the clothes. Good idea – American dollars would attract attention. Now there would be no need to dig into the money she had gotten from the ATM.
Two long, flimsy pieces of paper in his hand, he stepped away from the window and, without waiting to see if she followed, walked out to the loading platform. They were on the shady side of the station, for which a roasting Melissa was grateful, but if possible it was a little more crowded out here. A train had just pulled in and there was a half-comical mad scramble as just about as many people wanted to get off the train as wanted to get on.
Using the noise as a cover, David leaned forward and whispered very softly into her ear, “We have tickets for Cairo and leave in about two hours.”
“Can we get something to drink?” Melissa whispered back, preparing to complain about her thirst but stopping when suddenly David tensed. He didn’t move, and the expression on his face didn’t change, but within a heartbeat he was as taut as a bowstring and positively radiating danger.
Melissa had never known that fear was a tangible thing that could wash over her like a thick draft, but it was. It was like in the horror movies, when the monster comes up behind the unsuspecting heroine, ready to pounce and she can’t do anything about it.
Only it wasn’t a monster. It was Gerard Thenardier – a battered and angry Gerard, his nose swathed in a bright white bandage, cuts and bruises all over his face. What was truly frightening, though, was the expression of pure hatred on his face and the look of murder in his eyes.
Eyes that were looking straight at her.
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-egyptian-file-janis-susan-may/1120219797?ean=2940150512146
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-egyptian-file-janis-susan-may/1120219797?ean=9781941520086&itm=1&usri=the+egyptian+file