Interview with J.A. Saare~ Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between

12 February 2010

I would like to thank J.A. Saare for being her with us today, and also Goddess Fish Promotions for setting this all up:)

First off, can you tell us a little about yourself?

Let’s see…how can I make myself sound interesting? *grin*

Truthfully, the answer isn’t all that exciting. I’m a wife and mother who writes whenever she gets the opportunity.  Since those times are growing scarce, when I’m not creating new stories, I’m spending time with the family unit or partaking of my favorite things.

I can tell you what rocks my socks, if it helps. I’m a fan of smut, horror, fantasy, and just about anything else I can get my hands on.  I love movies, music, and can’t ever seem to satisfy my hunger to read.  

2: How long have you been writing? Where do you find your inspiration?  

Although I wrote a few snippets here and there in high school and college, I didn’t start “writing” until July 2008.  I remember it clearly as the story was Crimson Moon and it took a crow bar to pry me away from the computer.  When I wrote that story, I could not stop writing.  I spent all of my free time at the screen, and when I wasn’t there, I was scheming and plotting in my head. It was so bad I began carrying composition pads around to jot down ideas as they came.

I’ve always made these strange little videos in my head to certain songs, so that’s where the inspiration was born.  But I do enjoy taking ideas from movies or television, changing them around, and writing something unique. That’s one of my problems as a writer, and is one of many reasons I have so many WIP’s.  I can’t seem to write anything other than paranormal, and paranormal ideas are endless.  I love the freedom of creating anything I want, without limitation (within the laws for that particular world).

3: Can you tell us about "Dead, Undead or Somewhere In Between"? 

Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between is an urban fantasy that is told through the eyes of Rhiannon, a tough-as-nails woman who’s had a hard life.  One night while hustling some nine-ball at the local pool hall, she unwittingly reveals her necromancy to a couple of vampires.  Since she detests her “gift” to see the dead, she tries to blow them off.  Of course, if she did that, there wouldn’t be a story. *smile* Soon, she’s surrounded by creatures she’d rather not associate with, and even worse, there is a killer among them.
A little persuasion from Disco sees her traveling across the city to uncover clues as to who is killing off vampires and stealing their most precious commodity – their hearts.  Although I wouldn’t classify Dead as a suspense/mystery, I would say there is a trace of it along the journey.  There is also a touch of romance and a hint of darkness.

4: How important do you think the cover/title of a book is and did you have any say in that process?

Excellent question!
Thus far, all of my stories have titles that come from lines in the story.  I’ve been fortunate as all have been accepted and I haven’t been asked to change them. Cover art, on the other hand, is a very tricky (and touchy) subject for writers.  We want to share the image we see in our heads in regard to the work, but that’s not always a possibility. Many publishing houses have their own artists, and while they allow for some input, have total control over and the absolute final say over the cover art.

On one hand, I’m grateful that such talented people exist to make such lovely and captivating works, but on the other, I sympathize with those who get a cover that disappoints them.  I know the debate exists over sells v/s cover art, and I’m a staunch believer that a cover 100% sways a reader to take a chance on reading the blurb and excerpt.  It’s the first thing you see and is incredibly important.  Not to mention, authors are generally the primary advertisers of their work, and it’s difficult to be enthusiastic about a project when you dislike something as substantial as a cover.

As a side note, the cover for Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between was created by me. I was very thrilled when Eternal Press gave me the thumbs up to keep what I originally conceived.

5: Do you have any upcoming work that we should keep an eye out for? 

I actually have two full-length stories releasing this year.  Crimson Moon will be released on June 25th at The Wild Rose Press.  It’s a paranormal romance, and is the first in a trilogy.  My erotic romance novel, Eternity and a Day, has been contracted with Loose Id and will release sometime this year under my Aline Hunter alter ego.

6: Where can we find more of you? {websites, fan pages, twitter?}

You can always find updates on my website:
the ever addictive Twitter: @jasaare
 or you can drop me an email at jasaare .  
You can also check out my new website for Aline Hunter (which is under construction) at

Thanks for having me on the blog! It was great to be here and share!

Jaime aka J.A. Saare

Virtual Book Tour~ Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between~blurb& excerpt


One bad corpse can ruin your whole day. No one knows that better than Rhiannon Murphy. 
She’s left behind the flash and sass of Miami for the no-nonsense groove of New York City, eager for a clean slate and a fresh start. A bartender by trade, a loud mouth by choice, and a necromancer by chance; she’s managed to keep her nifty talent hidden from those around her – until now. 
The deliciously good-looking vampire Disco knows her secret, and when he strolls into her bar to solicit help investigating the mysterious disappearances of his kind from the city, she discovers he’s not the kind of person that appreciates the significance of the word no. 
But in a world where vampires peddle their blood as the latest and greatest drug of choice, it’s only a matter of time before the next big thing hits the market. Someone or something is killing vampires to steal their hearts, and unlike Rhiannon, this isn’t their first stroll around the undead block.

Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between excerpt:

I took my time walking down Goose’s street. Brooklyn Heights was a nice area and relatively safe to wander alone. It was quiet now, with only a few people walking across the street. I unwittingly drifted into Never-Never-Land, sorting through my past, present, and future. Things didn’t turn out the way I thought, and I wasn’t sure how I’d reached this point. Now that I was here, I didn’t know what to do or expect. 
I thought of Disco, and that wrenching sensation of being torn in two overwhelmed me—something that happened each time I pictured his face or those heavenly golden blue eyes. I had never been so conflicted in my life. Normally, I knew exactly where I stood in situations, but not so much anymore. The black and white areas that governed my decisions just took on a huge middle ground of grey. 
My daftness proved to be my undoing yet again. I thwacked into an older woman with her mixed breed ankle biter, our shoulders knocking each other off course. I took the “watch where the fuck you’re going” in stride, nodding and muttering a half-assed apology, eager to get downwind of the Icy Hot wafting from her body and into my nose. 
I closed my eyes and groaned when I heard chuckling. Disco was gentleman enough to laugh out loud instead of startling the piss out of me, but it didn’t erase the fact he was laughing. 
Being humiliated always made me cranky. 
“You do have a short attention span,” he teased.
I glanced up. He was waiting on the stairs, eyes sparkling in amusement. Dear God, would I always find ways to look like an asshole in his presence?
I was grateful I’d decided to make the extra effort with my appearance, because he had too. He was dressed in black, as usual, but in a different style, without the trench coat. The shirt was a nice long sleeve button down, the collar open around his throat. He’d also left his honey-blond hair unkempt, and I worried he might have read my mind that night I’d thought about just how amazing it made him look. 
“Laugh it up,” I grumbled.
He was busy taking me in, starting at my feet and working his way up. He approved of my change of attire and wanted me to know it, taking his time and allowing his eyes to linger. I looked away, annoyed by my awkwardness. 
“You look delectable.” He used his uncanny speed to close the distance between us. I gazed up into his eyes, utterly transfixed by the shifting colors. “I’m going to buy an entire wardrobe consisting of things just like this for you.”
How do you respond to a remark like that?  I had no clue, and at the present moment, I didn’t care. His close proximity made me remember that heat I experienced on the couch in his foyer, and this time, I couldn’t completely fault the blood. I was attracted to Disco whether I wanted to be or not, and he knew it. The smart thing to do would have been to back away, but I didn’t want to. That grey area expanded, melding black and white together until there was no concept of right or wrong.