Welcome back to Under the Covers, Amanda! We are so thrilled about this brand new Urban Fantasy series from you. Please tell us more about the Phoebe Meadows series please!
So happy to be back! The Phoebe Meadows series is what I’m calling: “Contemporary Fantasy.” It takes place in both New York City and in the Nine Worlds (Norse Mythology, specifically). It’s action/adventure with a side of romance. It’s tons of fun, and different from a lot of what’s out today. Phoebe Meadows gets “struck” by a strange light in the stockroom at Macy’s, and nothing is the same after that. It’s a fun ride with lots of interesting characters.
I’m a big fan of valkyries but we haven’t seen many books that tackle the mythology behind quite like your series does. What drew you to this fantasy element and was it difficult to integrate it into the Urban Fantasy style that you’re known for?
I’ve always been drawn to mythology (think Thor or Vikings. I mean, Thor! Come on). I love the stories about the gods, and shieldmaidens in particular. They are strong and fierce. I adore strong, fierce female leads. I actually started writing STRUCK when FULL BLOODED was out on submission in 2011. If I was going to write a new series, I wanted it to be different than the one I was submitting, so this was the perfect jumping off place. FULL BLOODED was picked up, and that became my focus for these past four years. But, I LOVE Valkyries. Who doesn’t? I was so excited to pick up STRUCK again. It was a joy to write.
STRUCK is the first book in the series. How many books do you plan to write in this series?
There will be at least three. FREED is next up, and that will be out this fall.
I fell in love with Fenrir almost instantly so I have to ask, what’s your favorite thing about his character?
Oh, that’s a tough one. What’s not my favorite? He’s bold, strong, soft, loyal, fierce, sweet, all wrapped into one. He’s been one of my favorite characters to write, and I write a lot of guys! I think fans are going to adore him.
What would you say readers would be most surprised about with this new series?
I’m not sure, I guess that it’s not exactly standard urban fantasy. It’s urban fantasy mixed with fantasy. If you loved the Thor movies, and liked the parts where he went back to Asgard, you won’t be disappointed. This series is also funnier than my Jessica McClain series, as Phoebe, my Valkyrie heroine, is witty. She has no idea what’s going on and has to use her smarts to figure out how to stay safe. It’s going to take her a while to figure out what being a Valkyrie means.
Let’s get to know you a little better with some quick-fire questions!
Sunset or sunrise? Sunset. Preferably by the ocean with a drink in hand.
Beach or mountains? Beach. See above.
Reading an ebook or reading a paperback? I would’ve said paperback hands down, until I got my ereader. They are just too convenient. So, I say ereader!
Favorite drink? Lately? Gin & tonic.
Favorite food? Potato anything.
Favorite hobby? Writing! Is it a hobby anymore? I think it still counts.
Thanks so much for chatting with me today!
Thank you for having me! It was a pleasure to stop by. Hope you all love STRUCK as much as I loved writing it!
Released: May 24, 2016
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Series: Phoebe Meadows #1
Published by Self Published
When Phoebe Meadows gets struck by a strange light in the stockroom of Macy’s, life as she knows it flies out the window. As if being hit by lightning isn’t bad enough, she’s accosted in the subway by a man with a missing hand, arrives home to find a raven on her kitchen counter, and her neighbor, Ingrid, shows up dressed like a gladiator hell-bent on protecting her.
Before Ingrid can shuttle her to safety, Phoebe is kidnapped and tossed into one of the Nine Worlds where she’s quickly forced to come to terms with what she is: A valkyrie. The only problem is, she has no idea what that means.
After a narrow escape, she finds an unlikely ally in Loki’s son, Fenrir. Together the valkyrie and the wolf must battle their way back to New York City and reach the valkyrie stronghold where Ingrid is waiting for her. But with danger and obstacles at every turn, she might not live long enough to learn the full truth about who and what she really is…
I blinked open my eyes to find two concerned faces hovering above me. I shifted my body, and a cascade of shoeboxes tumbled around me. “What happened?” I swallowed a few times. My throat felt funny.
“You tell us,” Sam said, hands on her hips, her blonde curls bouncing in agitation. “I was minding my own business helping a seventy-five-year-old lady cram her corns into a pair of high heels when all of a sudden what sounds like a sonic boom goes off. I run back to find you out cold, crumpled like a rag doll on top of a pile of Steve Maddens.” She extended her arm to help me up. Samantha Reed, my co-worker and recent best friend, was not amused. I grabbed on to her hand, scattering boxes and shoes as I went. “When I saw you lying here, I thought you were dead, Phoebe. Don’t scare me like that again. Ever.”
“Yeah,” Tom echoed in his standard monotone. “Don’t scare us like that.” Tom Levine, Macy’s resident eighteen-year-old stock boy, took a few steps back so I had enough room to fully clear myself of the mess. Apparently, I’d passed out, but I had no recollection of the event at all. “But, dude, at the same time it was freakin’ awesome. I thought the whole building was going to cave in or something. There was this huge kaboom.” Both his hands went out in front of him, mimicking an explosion. The story ended with a whooshing noise out of the side of his mouth. It was the most animated I’d ever seen the guy. “Then the lights flickered and…you were lying here.”
“Honestly,” I said, trying to smooth down my now static-frizzed hair, “I don’t remember much. I heard a noise and glanced up, right as a bolt of something shot out of the lights. It must’ve hit me, which is weird, because I didn’t feel anything and I’m not hurt. Next thing I knew, you guys were looking down on me.”
We all tilted our heads up to the ceiling.
Several long, narrow fluorescent bulbs hung from their fixtures at odd angles, rocking slowly back and forth. It was the only indication that my convoluted story held a kernel of truth.
“No way.” Tom moved under one of the bulbs and tried to reach it, jumping twice, but it was too high. He glanced over his shoulder, flipping his brown hair off his forehead in a single flick. “I wish this kind of stuff happened to me. It’s boring as hell back here.”
“I had no idea fluorescent lights could shock someone like that.” I rubbed my arms. My extremities were a little tingly, but other than that I felt fine. My throat was better after a couple of swallows. “A big store like Macy’s should insulate their lights better or check the circuits or hire better maintenance people.” I gestured to the broken fixtures. “That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.”
“Please, fluorescent lights can’t shock you like that.” Sam’s voice was full of authority as she marched forward to investigate. “It’s completely impossible. Electricity doesn’t arc that far at one hundred and ten volts, and even if it did, fluorescent lights are made up of electrons and gas, not wire filament. So essentially there’s no way on earth those light bulbs or that fixture”—she directed an angry finger toward the hanging bulbs that still had the audacity to rock back and forth—“shocked you from way up there.”
Sam was an aspiring actress, but she should’ve been an engineer. Her brain was vast and held more factoids than I thought possible for one person. She was one of the smartest people I’d ever met.
A sharp acidic smell hit the air.
I glanced down. The hemline of my skirt was smoking.
“Oh.” I licked my fingers and pressed them against the frayed edge, and a soft psst sounded as the tiny coal of heat was extinguished.
Sam met my eyes, her expression shocked. “Holy crap, Phoebe!” she cried, moving in front of me. “We need to get you to the doctor right away. Your skirt is smoking. How is that even possible?” She twisted her head up toward the ceiling and then back to look at me, her face incredulous.
“Dude, that’s freakin’ crazy.” Tom was giddy as he shuffled toward us. “I’ve never seen anyone on fire before.”
“I’m not on fire,” I answered testily as I checked the rest of my body for any other indication that I may, in fact, be on fire. This was beyond insane. “I’m totally fine. I promise. I have a great idea. Let’s call maintenance, and they can come in and check it out and we can all go back to work. The customers are probably crawling up the walls by now, and Nancy is going to be mad we’ve both been back here so long. I can’t afford to lose my job.”
“I don’t care if Nancy’s pissed or not. She can wait.” Sam placed her hands firmly on her hips. “This is much more important. Phoebe, if your clothes are smoking, that’s a pretty big indication that something calamitous just happened. People don’t just catch on fire. Something could be really wrong with you. I think we need to get you to a hospital, pronto.”
She might be right, except I felt better with each passing second.
In the short amount of time we’d been standing here, my body had become somehow more…energized. Like I’d downed an entire bag of Skittles, and the sugar high was kicking in. My fingers twitched, and my feet almost bounced on their own.
“Sam, I’m fine,” I reassured her. “I feel more awake, but that’s it. I actually feel like I could go for a run right now. Whatever happened, it didn’t hurt me. It worked the opposite.”
Sam wasn’t buying what I was selling. “It’s the middle of winter in New York City, and you hate running. You refer to runners as self-torturers who love inflicting pain on themselves. That alone means we should take you in. You’re not yourself, and this proves it.”
“Well, hm, you might be right about the running part,” I said. “But according to how I feel right now, I might have to alter my definition of self-torture. I could be missing out by not giving it a try.” She crossed her arms. “Seriously, Sam. I’m not lying. I feel amazing. I have no explanation for what happened, but I have no scorch marks on my body, no gaping holes in my chest, and nothing else is smoking. Let’s not make this a big deal, okay? Even though you said the noise was loud, you two seem to be the only ones who heard it. No one else is here.” I glanced at Tom. The kid had four looks: bored, ultra-bored, slightly happy, and confused. He was giving us confused now—the same expression he wore whenever we tried to explain how invoicing worked. I turned back to Sam. “Let’s get back to work. This entire thing is embarrassing, and we’ve been gone so long the customers are going to riot. Please, Sam. I can’t afford to have Nancy fire me. I can barely cover rent as it is.”
Sam rolled her eyes, dropping her arms. “Fine, but I’m keeping an eye on you for the rest of the day. If you so much as sneeze in the wrong direction, I’m calling an ambulance. I mean it, Phoebe. I’m not taking any chances.”
“Dude, you know”—Tom shoved his hands in his front jean pockets, tugging them down impossibly lower—“when you were lying there, you looked totally dead. I’ve only seen one other dead guy before, but you looked just like him. Kinda freaked me out.”
“Thanks, Tom. That’s really helpful.” Judging by the artful green leaves proudly displayed all over his attire, he was a real poster boy for Sherlock Holmes. Anything could look dead if it wasn’t moving. “I was clearly breathing the entire time, since I’m standing here alive. Fainting can look an awful lot like dead. The subtle difference would be in the chest movement.” I nodded to Sam. “I’ll just clean up these boxes and meet you out on the floor.” Macy’s didn’t mess around with their shoe department in New York. It spanned two floors, and it was always busy.
“Okay,” she relented. “If you’re not out in ten minutes, I’m coming back to find you.”
“Got it.” I was relieved when she finally walked out of the stock room. I wanted to forget this craziness had ever occurred.
Tom bent over to help me as I gathered up the errant shoes. “Dude,” he said, “can I touch your arm? I’ve never touched anyone who’s died before.”
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