What made you decide to be an author? In college you can go to the advising office and say something like “I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.” And as one might suspect from a university, they say “We have a test for that!” I took a test and it told me I should be an English major because basically all I cared about was reading and writing. I changed my major that day and the rest is history!
What do you like best about being a writer? What do you like the least? I love making things up. Being a writer is a license to see how far my imagination can go and what I can dream up. Very few instances in the adult world allow for such freedom. My least favorite thing is the imposter syndrome that I live with day-to-day. That’s no fun.
How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing? Ha! How have they not prepared me is the better question…Life imitates art.
Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book--as if the words came of their own accord? If yes, which book did that happen with? I can’t say that it happens in the waking world so much, but it definitely happens in my dreams. At night, I’ll have very detailed and elaborate visuals (think: movie) play out with complete narratives and dialogue. And at the same time, I have running commentary like “Oh that would be an excellent line. And if I develop this part here, it will deepen the emotional impact when this happens later in the story.” What I find when I wake up and try to write the stories that play out in my dream is a sad fact—I’m a better dreamer than a writer.
You’ve written five Jesse Sullivan novels and are working on a 6th novel. What’s your favorite time management tip? Do the writing first. The longer you wait the more likely the demands of the day and life will take away the time you set aside for writing—or you’ll simply get too tired and the movitation will waver. So write first thing in the morning.
Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer? I’m a pantser. Heh. I just like to see what happens at least in the first draft. And then I go through and apply more stylized plots in the second and third drafts.
If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be? You have to finish things — that’s what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.—Neil Gaiman
Did music help you find your muse with this book? If yes, which song did you find yourself going back to over and over again as you wrote? I have a Nine Inch Nails Pandora station that works really well. And “Seven Devils” by Florence and the Machine is a particular favorite
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supernatural suspense novel about a snarky anti-heroine and her motley crew trying
to stop the unstoppable. The fifth novel in the popular Dying for a Living
series, Worth Dying For picks up two months after the events of Dying Light.
The
gang is in New York and much to Jesse’s surprise, they are all still alive.
Jesse, Ally, Rachel, Gideon and Maisie have managed to stay off of Caldwell’s
radar for months. But when your enemy can control minds and teleport, there
isn’t a safe place in the world where you can hide. They have a plan for
stopping his genocidal reign, but it will require a 2500-mile road trip to
Cochise, Arizona, the abandoned military base where it all began.
Shrum's writing is smart,
imaginative, and insanely addictive! I have begun to think of her books as my
Kory Krack. I beg of you to pick them up. You will NOT regret it! ~
Darynda Jones, New York Times Bestselling Author of the Charley Davidson series
This book and author are now among my
favorites! Wow! I might be a little partial to this story because I love morbid
comedy, urban fantasy, and a good mystery. I'm also a big fan of original
ideas, since they're so rare anymore. But this one has it all! ~ Angela
Roquet, author of the Lana Harvey Reapers Inc. series
Shrum is a master at blending a breezy
narrative with genuine weight to story and characters. Hysterical, moving, and
fascinating all at once. ~ John K. Addis, author of The Eaton
Excerpt:
“So what’ll it be?” I ask her. “Water?
Juice? I don’t think we actually have Gatorade, but I can walk down to the
store.”
“Water’s fine.” Ally falls back against
cushions and grins up at me. A light pink blush spreads over her cheeks. She
finger-combs her hair. “My hair is so pretty. I love my hair.”
I snort. “I love your hair too.”
“What else about me is cute?” she asks.
“Everything.” I fluff the pillow for her
and search the room for a blanket. I yank a red velvety throw off the back of a
chair as Gideon slips out of the bedroom and passes me on his way to the mini
fridge. He grabs one of the wrapped water glasses from the bar above.
“Grab us one too.” I have zero problems
assigning tasks to other people. Sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake going
into death-replacing. Sure, I was a great death replacement agent, and dying
for other people is cool, but I’m really good at bossing people around.
It’s like a calling.
Gideon fills two water glasses with some
fancy bottled water from the fridge and hands me a glass. I don’t dare remind
him that Ally vowed not to drink this water yesterday. She ranted about the
effect of plastic on the environment for ten whole minutes. I could’ve reminded
her that the planet is about to explode anyway, but that meant Gideon would’ve
won the argument and I’m Team Ally all the way.
I put the glass of water in her hand.
What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. “Here you go. Drink up.”
She waves her water around. “I just feel
so good, you know?”
I smile. “I can tell.”
She runs a hand through her hair. “It’s
a new year. A new beginning. And we have a great plan for kicking Caldwell’s
butt.”
“We do.”
“And you’re so cute and you kissed me.”
With arched eyebrows, Gideon closes the
bedroom door behind him. Thankfully, the sound of the television comes on,
affording us some privacy.
I sink down onto the sofa beside her.
“I’ll do it again if you want me too. I’ll kiss you a million times.”
She bites her lip and I’m about to lose
it. I lean forward to kiss her but she starts talking again, so I hang there
mid-smooch, lips puckered.
“Life is so good right now. No one is
stabbing us, burying us alive, beating us up, or kidnapping the dog,” she goes
on, her voice echoing inside her water glass. Her face pinches. “That means we
are probably about to die.”
I press my lips together and sigh.
“Don’t say that. You’ll jinx us.”
It’s difficult getting her to sit up,
but I manage it. I want her to drink this water. I tilt the glass toward her
lips, encouraging her.
“This is good,” she says and frowns at
the water. “Is this tap water?”
“Yep.”
“Because I’m not drinking that $15 water
Gideon bought.”
“It’s tap,” I say again. “You’re just
too drunk to taste it.”
Ally shrugs and finishes the glass. Then
she hands me her empty glass.
“You want more?”
“No,” she grins. “I want something
else.”
“We’ve got chips, but that’s about it.
And Rachel can’t close a bag to save her life, so they’re probably stale.”
She shakes her head, grinning.
Then I realize what she’s saying.
“Oh.” I smile. “Okay.”
She crawls over the pillow between us
and pulls herself into my lap. She straddles me, wrapping her arms around my
neck. She kisses me once on the cheek, probably a missed target rather than a
sweet gesture, and then manages to get my mouth the second time.
She pulls back. “God, is it you or is it
really hot in here?”
“We’re still wearing our coats.”
She laughs and looks down at herself.
“Oh. Right.”
I reach up behind her and pull her
jacket off. “Better?”
She snuggles up to me. “You’re still
hot.”
“Thanks for noticing.”
“Let me help you take your coat off.”
“Okay.” I let her attempt to pull off
the jacket, but it’s not really going anywhere and she accidentally pulls my
hair twice. So I help her get my jacket off and throw it over the arm of the
sofa. One of the throw pillows falls to the floor with a poof.
Ally doesn’t stop there. She slips her
hands under my shirt, giving me a curious look. “Is this okay?”
I try to find the voice to tell her it’s
more than okay. She would have been naked an hour ago in the grubby bathroom of
some bar if she wasn’t such a germaphobe.
She is so beautiful. Her eyes are
bright, reflecting the lamplight. Her face is flushed from the alcohol, her
smile lazy. Her eyes half-closed. My heart pounds in my chest, thudding against
my ribs so hard it hurts.
“What’s wrong?” A frown creases her face
and I think she can hear my heart throbbing. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
I reach up and pull her down into my
arms. I kiss her, even more deeply than I did on the balcony. I slip my hand
under her shirt and unsnap her bra with one twist of my fingers.
She gasps in my mouth and the sound of
it makes my whole body shudder.
“Lay down,” I command.
She laughs, surprised, but her voice
goes all deep and breathy. “Yes, sir.”
I climb on top of her, positioning
myself between her legs. I kiss her neck and she squirms, bucking her hips up
against mine.
“Do you love me?” she asks.
“More than anyone.”
“Are you sure?”
I cover her mouth with mine. “Please stop
talking.” I pull back. “Unless you want me to stop.”
“No, no.” She grabs the front of my
hoodie, twisting it up in her fists and pulls me down on top of her.
My Review Worth Dying For
is the fifth book in Kory Shrum’s series, Dying for a Living, that I've
had the pleasure of reading. In case you have not had the opportunity
to pick up this series, I highly recommend you do and that you read them
in order. The premise is that there are Necronites (don’t call them
zombies!) who serve as death replacements for people who purchase their
services. These living insurance policies work for the government which
has a hidden past specializing in internment camps for the Necronites
wherein “doctors” experimented on the Necronites to see just how well
they could heal and revive.
After
a series of adventures and narrow escapes this story brings us back to
the horror of these camps in a massive show down between our snarky
protagonist Jesse and her allies (Gideon, Gloria, Maisie, Ally, and
Nikki, and of course, the pug Winston) and Caldwell (her evil father)
and his wicked wife, Georgia. Somewhere in between stands Rachel,
Brinkley’s protégé and Jesse’s best friend—or is she? And then, there
are the angels—Gabriel and Uriel—or are they aliens? One backs Jesse and
the other backs Rachel in a mad rush to acquire each other’s super
powers until there is only one, the Apex, who will either save or
destroy the world.
No
spoilers from me, just know that it is just as compelling as the first
four in the series. It also left me panting for the sequel when I
flipped the last pages in my Kindle and realized the book was over—but
the saga wasn’t. I give this book five out of five firecrackers
befitting the fireworks in the story.
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Kory M. Shrum lives in Michigan
with her partner Kim and her ferocious guard pug Josephine. She is very fond of
naps and foods made of sugar, which is, as you can imagine, a deadly
combination. But she tries to compensate for her extreme physical laziness with
her overactive imagination. She's an active member of SFWA, HWA, and the Four
Horsemen of the Bookocalypse, where she's known as Conquest. She's the author
of five contemporary (and somewhat dark) fantasy novels in the Dying for a Living
series: Dying for a Living, Dying by the Hour, Dying for Her: A Companion
Novel, Dying Light, and Worth Dying For. Dying for a Living has over 190
5-star reviews and is a free ebook. When not writing, she can be found
teaching, traveling, and wearing a gi. She's very likely to tempt you to an
ominous tarot or palm reading--anything spooky-foo to pass the time until
Guardians of the Galaxy or Sherlock return. She's not-so-secretly dying for the
next season to begin.
