Thursday, April 3, 2014

A Chat With Beth Caudill || ASSASSIN'S SOUL #Giveaway

Caitlyn Sinclair hides her magical need for souls behind her job as an assassin in the Miscreants Guild—the home of spies, thieves and assassins. She is a SoulEater, a mage who uses the aural energy of other people to fuel her spells. She has no choice but to take those lives, because without the infusion of life-force she will die. She's made a home for herself in the city of Ellemarlene, until the day she executes her Guild Master and is cast out. Her only chance at survival is to join the Mage Guild and embrace her magical nature. To become a terrible weapon, someone with the power to wipeout entire towns.

Hi Beth, thank you for joining me today!  So please tell us, what does your writing space look like?

An organized mess.  More specifically, my desk resides in the corner between the window and wall at the end of our bonus room. The desk is a simple piece of furniture with a flat top and two legs that my husband stained and added few coats of polyurethane to. On the wall to my left, is a corkboard full of notes: things like plot systems, research, 1000 verbs to write by, the 12 stages of intimacy.  Whatever I wanted a paper copy of that would be helpful to writing. In front of me is a blank wall that I fill with colorful post-it notes: notes about my current story, events, promo ideas, etc.
On top of my desk are three Jim Shore figurines: Eeyore, Sorcerer Mickey and a wolf. They're my make-you-smile—when-you-see-them inspiration. I also have a small whiteboard with my current overall goal for writing – make $10,000 a year from writing. (Got a long way to go) And words of wisdom like 'More books sell more copies' and 'Write the next book!' The rest is piles of paperwork notes, receipts and other miscellaneous office stuff.

To my right is the printer and then across the room is my one bookcase for writing. Don't mistake that I only have enough books for one bookcase. The floor has become a warzone of research books.  There's also a TV but I try not to use it when writing, it's for the kids…really.

Do you have a process for coming up with character names and book titles?

For my character names, my process is to scour the baby name sites and hope something clicks. Usually I have a feel for the first letter of the name (say A, M or R) and then I search the lists of that letter and check the meanings until the light bulb in my head goes off and I go yes, this is that character's name. I spend the most time on the main characters and randomly pick something for my secondary characters.
Title names are harder for me; I hate coming up with them. Usually they start as That Fantasy with a Griffin or The story inspired by Ladyhawke. As I write the story, something better may come along or I'll do a blog post asking for input from readers.  Assassin's Soul started as The Assassin Guild story and after writing the first draft, I settled on Assassin's Soul as a better title. 

Please tell us about your current work in progress.

I've just finished a fantasy with romantic elements novella entitled Assassin's Soul. Caitlyn Sinclair stays alive by taking the souls of other people. Working as an assassin, she's happy in Ellemarlene until her Guild Master betrays the order and she executes him. Cast out of the Miscreants Guild, she has no choice but to embrace her magical nature and allow the Mage Guild to train her. She's a SoulEater, a weapon capable of wiping out entire towns. 
My next book will be Book 2 in my Paranormals of Arilase series. It's tentatively titled Enchantress's Destiny and will feature Elves.  I'm still working out my characters powers and some plot points.

Do you write with music going in the background? What are some of your favorite types/bands?

At the start of every story, I generate a playlist of twenty to thirty songs consisting of a mix of New Age, Classical, Soundtracks and Pop. I try to pick songs to match a mood in the story or one of the main characters. Roxette and Pat Benetar appear at least once in every list, if not more. Bon Jovi and Enya appear about every other playlist.
For Assassin's Soul, the songs I played the most were Alone by Heart, Dreams are More Precious by Enya, and Rebel Heart by The Corrs. There were three Roxette songs: Lies, Secrets that She Keeps, and It Must Have Been Love and two Pat Benetar songs: Treat Me Right and Promises in the Dark.

Name one person, living or dead, you'd most like to meet.

Amelia Earhart – Growing up I wanted to be like her, to defy convention and do what I wanted to do, not what my parents wanted for me.

What is your favorite book genre? Who are your favorite authors?

My favorite genre is Epic Fantasy but really anything in speculative fiction goes. My favorite authors are Janny Wurts, Anne Bishop, Nalini Singh and Ilona Andrews. 

If you were stranded on a desert island, what three modern conveniences would you take with you?

A generator, my ipad mini - for all my books, and a Coleman Weather Master Screened 6 Person Tent – Why make do with a make-shift shelter when you can bring it with you.

Quick quiz: 
  • Favorite food? Ice Cream – it's cool, refreshing and comes in many flavors.
  • Favorite color? Purple – the darker the better
  • Favorite animal? Wolf (Dragon is my favorite fantasy animal)
  • Biggest pet peeve? Slow drivers in the fast lane.  Even if you are doing the speed limit, move over so faster drivers can get around you.
  • Dream car? The TF – X by Terrafugia This is a flying, hybrid car in development. If I had all the money in the world, I'd buy this. Otherwise a car is a car to me. If I can see out of it and can afford the insurance, I'm good.
Don't forget to get your pilot's license!
The author offering a pair of really cool earrings to one lucky winner randomly selected from commenters. So please comment with your email address for a chance to win!


Although Beth grew up in West Virginia, she currently resides in North Carolina with her husband and two sons. Blending the analytical and creative sides of her brain, she delights in creating fantasy worlds for others. Catch her online most days except when NCIS and Once Upon a Time air.


Excerpt Chapter One
                Stretched across the attic floor, amongst outdated furniture and boxes, Caitlyn listened to her target move around the first floor. She wiped a bead of sweat off her nose with the sleeve of her dark gray tunic. Surveillance in a hot, confined space was not her idea of a good time. Summer's heat turned the air into a furnace and she struggled for each breath.
Tendrils of her brown hair escaped the confines of her ponytail and stuck to the sides of her face, driving her insane with the need to scratch. But she was a professional, her focus remained centered on her prey.
An assassin by trade and need, she'd learned long ago to ignore environmental incidentals while on an assignment. Except for the dark, gloomy sensation in her gut driving her to dig deeper into this case. The details from her surveillance didn't correspond with the information Guild Master Jameson had given her; most disturbing, the bright white aura of her target. Only a person pure of heart possessed an aura that color.
Caitlyn had one rule for the assignments she undertook. The target had to be a Betrayer. A traitor to their family, work, or country. It didn't matter who they were, so long as they were an adult and unfaithful to the trust granted to them by others.
Usually she spent no more than three days surveying her targets, but the inconsistency in the target's aura spurred her to scrutinize everything. Now on her seventh day, her target's aura still glowed the pure bright white of innocence. Not a hint of betrayal or wicked intent. And the heavy lump of unease strangled Caitlyn's heart.
Betrayed by her Guild Master. But like the stealthy spikey-crowned monitor lizard waiting for its prey, she'd be patient and gather more evidence before denunciating the man before the guild.
The front door squeaked and Caitlyn rolled over to watch through a peephole.
"Marcus, I'm glad you're finally home." A momentary silence fraught with tension ensued. "What happened now?" Sarah Townberry asked her husband.
"It's nothing Sarah. Just a small cut."
"And how did you get it?" The bite of a steel dagger wouldn't cut as sharply as the tone of Sarah's voice.
"One of Prince Talley's personal guard shoved me."
Sarah paced the length of the small living room. "Maybe I should've slept with him. You wouldn't be attacked everyday if I hadn't turned him down."
Marcus crossed the room and wrapped Sarah in his arms. "Honey, you did the right thing. Most of the Paladins are ethical people. They uphold our laws. And it would've hurt me more than any physical punishment his guards give me if you'd gone to him."
The couple shared an intimate kiss and Caitlyn quietly moved away from the spy hole to the opposite end of the attic. While surveillance was a part of her job, she'd never been one for viewing other people's sexual exploits.
Perched on a large box, her mind processed the details of the case. First, the Guild Master had refused to tell her the name of the contractor. Not a requirement, but usually given to the assassins. More information always made a hit easier to undertake. Second, her target was innocent, had in fact refused to break her pledge bonds.
While three Masters ran the Miscreants Guild, only the Guild Master held responsibility for assignments. He had to have known of the target's innocence.  Why give this case to her? There were other, less particular members of the guild, who would've done the job without a thought. Was it an accident or a purposeful betrayal?
Time crept forward while she waited until dusk, when twilight's shroud provided concealment and people on the street rushed to get home. Folk paid more attention to their safety at full night than when the streets teamed with people intent on reaching their homes. After an hour, long shadows enclosed the attic in gloominess. The trick to a good escape was to act as if you were doing nothing wrong. If you tried to act stealthy, you'd be caught. No one cared about citizens who went about everyday, mundane activities.
Grabbing the hanging rope, she climbed to the hole where the vent usually resided. After swinging through it and then onto the roof, she coiled her rope, attached it to her belt and replaced the attic vent. Spinning together her dwindling reserve of life-force, she created a slide to the alley road.
No one else could see or use the glittery, golden magic. Eventually the magic dissipated and Caitlyn imagined whatever essence remained of her victim's soul returned to the aether. A soul acted as a catalyst for her magic, sparking many spells before needing to be renewed.
With a break in foot traffic, she walked out of the dark alley and joined the nighttime crowd. Strolling easily, she kept a wary eye on those nearby but didn't focus too hard. Most of the criminal element stayed away from this part of town. Near the palace and the center of law for Ellemarlene, Paladin knights frequently patrolled these streets and took a dim view of common criminals. 
Of course, if you were an uncommon criminal, like herself, the patrols only added to the excitement. At the end of the street, she turned right. Here, stone façade houses gave way to wooden homes. Lower ranked judicial workers mingled with members of the clergy.
Ellemarlene boasted more than 120 different religions. Some were small and some had large congregations but all of them had a place of worship within Blessed Acres, the large area between the city center and Shelbeigh Forest. Usually Caitlyn avoided this part of the city. While she didn't believe in a particular deity, she didn't want to be preached at on the street either.
Foot traffic increased and she found herself pushed against other pedestrians. Each contact roused the magic within her and the intense need to feed. Her last assignment had been over five months ago. Soon, her power would lash out and take what it needed but she refused to terminate an innocent's person life as long as she had a choice. What did the Guild Master know of her powers? Had he given her the assignment because he thought she might be desperate?
She found a shadowed nook between two storefronts to wait for the mass exodus to pass by.  One of the bigger churches must have been holding a service. Her stomach rumbled. At least she could feed one of her hungers. A few blocks over, there were some good taverns, so long as you didn't mind a monk having a philosophical discussion with you. Although, if you looked grim enough, they usually left you alone.
Foot traffic slowed to a trickle. Caitlyn stepped away from the nook and avoided the steaming messes left by draft horses on the cobblestone road. Around the corner, she crossed the street and stopped before a small wooden single-story house with a hanging white, gold, and green sign of a lizard lying on a desert stone.  The Sunshine Perch, home to the best corn pastry in Ellemarlene.


  1. Beth, the story sounds great! Your writing space looks a lot like mine. Only I have historical research books littering everywhere! Luck with the sales!

    1. Ilona - I really do need another desk because I have Regency and Medieval books in addition to the paranormal stuff. Since I write fantasy, I claim to need all sorts of weird books. Knights, castles, crystals, fairy never know where the next idea will come from.

      Thanks and I hope you have a great day.

  2. An organized mess! Love it! Your book sounds really interesting too! In going to add it to my reading list. :-)

    1. Thanks J. C. Assassin's Soul should be available any time now. It's percolating through the retailer sites.

  3. Hi Beth,
    Your desk is neater than mine! I find myself wanting to go out and buy a bunch of brightly colored post it notes now!

    Best of luck with your new release and thank you for visiting the Snarkology. :)

    1. I can't stand to have clutter around me when I'm being creative. I blame the kids because they leave stuff everywhere and I'm tired of picking up after them.

      Thanks for having me Melissa.

  4. I like y our dream car and your book as well.
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  5. Purple is also my favorite color!! Thanks for the AMAZING giveaway the earrings are GORGEOUS! Idk if I'm suppose to put my email up or not.... So I'll do it like the last above me! :-) spazmatic77 at gmail dot com

    1. Brandy - There is also a woman in my Scifi Book Club that loves purple. She has some amazing purple purses.

  6. Your work area looks a lot like mine -- ordered chaos! I know where everything is and I get a bit grumpy when someone tries to straighten it up! ~LOL~ Thanks for the great giveaway!

    1. Exactly. I always lose stuff when I 'clean up'.

  7. Nice excerpt

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  8. Congratulations to LadyDi77 who was randomly selected as the winner. Please email me at for details about your earrings.

  9. AWESOME! Thanks so much! I send you an email... **happy dancing**