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Welcome Vivi Andrews!
Monday, November 29th, 2010

I met Vivi Andrews at last year’s RT. She may say she’s ordinary in her blog, but she’s really a fun, smart, adventuresome lady. She’s giving away a download of winner’s choice of her backlist to one commenter at the Explosive contest! So…here’s Vivi.

I’ve been traveling recently and whenever my fellow tourists found out what I did for a living, they were instantly impressed and fascinated (which, frankly, is kind of weird since I’m not terribly impressive or fascinating). And they all, every single one, wanted to know if I was visiting these exotic foreign locales (Fiji, the Australian Outback, etc.) as research for my next book. I’m certain I disappointed them when I said no, I just wanted to go to Fiji and Australia ““same as they had. I might have shattered a few fantasy visions of the exotic species authorus romanticus by being nothing more exciting than a normal woman on a (semi) normal vacation.

I’m always intrigued by what people think a romance author should look and act like. The pink boas and bon-bons image may not be as prevalent as it once was, but the reality that most of us are stunningly normal seems to still be a bit hard to swallow. I run across a surprising number of people who expect me to be writing romance novels as thinly veiled auto-biographies. (Which, considering I write paranormal, would be a little freaky.) The truth is, I’m not a mirror image of the heroines in my books and I certainly don’t live their lives. (Thank God. I don’t have a very high tolerance for drama in my real life.)

There’s a little piece of me in each of my characters ““ with one it’s the sarcasm, another the freakish optimism, or the obsession with movies or the tendency to overanalyze everything. There’s always some access point, some commonality that lets me “get” the character, but they aren’t me. (And sadly, no studly bare-chested romance hero with washboard abs has tried to sweep me off my feet. Though hope springs eternal.)
The heroine in my upcoming release, No Angel, is the daughter of a celebrity family and marches into Hell (literally) to rescue her boyfriend, armed to the teeth. I can’t say that’s the kind of book I drew from personal experience. Write what you know will have to be applied loosely here. I’m just a boring, often fairly quiet girl with an overactive imagination and a tendency to make snarky remarks under my breath.
My books are funny; I’m really not. My heroines are extraordinary; I’m more-or-less standard issue. So I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m just a romance writer. If you want fun and fabulous and interesting, I’m afraid you’ll have to read the books.

No Angel Blurb

When Sasha’s boyfriend, Jay, is sucked through a fiery vortex to Hell, an angel reveals that Sasha’s been chosen as the Champion of Virtue in the battle for his immortal soul. As a perennial offender on Santa’s naughty list, Sasha can’t believe she’s anyone’s idea of a girl fighting on the side of the angels. But if she doesn’t save Jay, he’ll be stuck in Hell forever!
Jay—aka Jevroth—isn’t surprised to find himself back in Hell. His visa to visit the mortal plane expired three months ago, but to steal more time with Sasha he’s been ignoring his mother’s demands that he come home to spend time with his new stepfather: Lucifer.
Sasha has until dawn on the twenty-fifth of December to fight the Legions of Hell and rescue Jay, or be trapped there for eternity herself. But now she must decide if the lying son-of-a-demon is even worth saving…


Chapter One – Cloudy with a Chance of Angels

On the day Sasha Christian’s boyfriend got sucked into the fiery maw of Hell, she baked cookies.
This is not to say baking cookies will trigger abduction into the Underworld, but it is important to understand that this was not the sort of day on which one might expect one’s significant other to be kidnapped by demonic forces.
It was a Tuesday. And Christmas Eve.
Thirty minutes prior to the abduction, Sasha stood in the ten-items-or-less line at Ralph’s, holding a single bottle of molasses and fighting the temptation to count the items in the basket of the woman in front of her.
If she counted even eleven items, Sasha didn’t think she’d be able to stop herself from tackling the woman and bludgeoning her with her own canned yams until she retreated in blood-spattered shame to the three-mile-long non-express line. Since this would likely result in Sasha’s ejection from Ralph’s and force her to locate another grocery open at four-twenty on Christmas Eve where she could buy unsulfated molasses to finish her gingerbread cookies, she decided it was best to avert her eyes.
Instead, Sasha concentrated on the flat-screen above the checkstand where a twenty-four-hour news channel recapped the holiday frenzy in a highlight reel. Tinsel, holly, rosy-cheeked celebrity faces, blah blah blah.
She’d already seen the segment twice. Her oh-so-brilliant idea to pop out to the store had turned into a marathon shopping expedition. Just finding a parking space had taken more time than she’d planned for the entire trip.
Damn holiday crowds.
Sasha gritted her teeth and reminded herself that she loved the holidays. Jay was the Grinch in their relationship. During the rest of the year she might be the misanthropic one, but at Christmastime she was Tiny Tim, bouncing around God-bless-us-ing everyone…when she wasn’t entertaining violent fantasies about women who got in the ten-items-or-less line with at least eleven items, making her even later than she already was.
Four-twenty. Jay was due at her place in ten minutes and instead of the Christmas utopia she’d planned as a surprise for her bah-humbug boyfriend, he would find an empty apartment with a bowl of gingerbread goo in the kitchen.
If the apartment was still there at all. Sasha was reasonably certain she’d left the oven on.
The fact the news channel hadn’t broken in with a live aerial shot of her apartment building in flames was somewhat comforting. The holiday montage continued with footage of the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels from earlier that afternoon.
A slow, panning shot of the courtyard showed a throng worthy of Times Square on New Year’s Eve, jostling and chorusing a barely identifiable rendition of “Hark the Herald” as they stared skyward. The first angel mass always did draw a crowd.
Dark clouds—imported from Seattle for the occasion, no doubt—layered the Los Angeles sky above the blocky, geometric cathedral. On cue, as the bells began to peal, a hole opened in the clouds like a camera iris widening. Spears of sunlight streaked down to gild the tan stone of the cathedral, lighting the alabaster cross that thrust out over the plaza, but no one in the crowded courtyard was looking at the building.
All eyes were on the gap expanding in the clouds as a figure appeared, riding the rays of light.
Gold-kissed wings spread wide in an eight-foot span to slow his approach until the white-robed figure seemed to float on his graceful descent from the heavens
Sasha rolled her eyes. How cliché can you get? Trust an angel to play it up for the crowd. The holier-than-thou bastards were worse than starlets when it came to mugging for the cameras.

17 comments to “Welcome Vivi Andrews!”

  1. zina
      · November 29th, 2010 at 8:29 am · Link

    Now, now Vivi, you’re not ordinary let’s start with your name, I love it, it’s unusual, like mine, Zina, and you’re not boring , you have talent, an over active imagination as you call it and witt , you may be a normal person but you’re you and everyone is really extraordinary, hidden inside an ordinary wrapper.
    I enjoyed your excerpt, the only place I’ve seen a Ralph’s is in West Virginia.

  2. Valerie
      · November 29th, 2010 at 10:00 am · Link


    Well you certainly sound interesting to me!! I used to have an idea about romance writers going rather glamarous ladies…hehe. But I’ve seen photos of my fav writers and as you say, they are quite normal, just like me!!!!


    in Germany

  3. CrystalGB
      · November 29th, 2010 at 10:34 am · Link

    Hi Vivi. No Angel sounds great.

  4. SarahM
      · November 29th, 2010 at 11:50 am · Link

    Great post! You’re definitely not boring – I would love to be able to write such imaginative books 🙂

  5. Vivi Andrews
      · November 29th, 2010 at 11:52 am · Link

    Well, maybe I’m not 100% dull and normal – but I think the lack of a feather boa and an entourage might have disillusioned some of my fellow travelers. 🙂 (I do actually have a red feather boa. I guess I’ll have to start packing it.)

    And Zina, here’s to chicks with unique names! Woot!

    Thanks, ladies. I hope you enjoy No Angel!

  6. Chele Blades
      · November 29th, 2010 at 12:46 pm · Link

    great post!!! I love to read romance but as far as writing it and creating it that is where i leave it to you, beth and many other Great authors


  7. Beverly G aka SiNn
      · November 29th, 2010 at 3:07 pm · Link

    I love that your a normal author so that make syou extordinary simply because you have the gift of words needless to say not everyone has that and all i can say is i soooo sooo wanna read thatbook

    is it an e-book or print?

  8. Estella
      · November 29th, 2010 at 4:17 pm · Link

    I love paranormal books. No Angel sounds awesome!

  9. Cathy M
      · November 29th, 2010 at 4:42 pm · Link

    I adore your writing, Vivi. I am a paranormal romance girl, and I love your storylines, sexy characters, and your humor is always guaranteed to get me laughing.

    Can’t wait to read No Angels.

  10. Joder
      · November 29th, 2010 at 5:02 pm · Link

    Love the sound of the new book and how strong the heroine sounds. I like reading a heroine like that since I’ll never be that way in real life. So don’t feel bad, I’m average too.

  11. Amelia
      · November 29th, 2010 at 5:17 pm · Link

    Sounds intriquing. I read a lot of paranormal and like it when someone writes a new paranormal theme.

  12. Diva Donna
      · November 29th, 2010 at 5:50 pm · Link

    Vivi sounds more than normal. It sounds exotic. So we don’t want normal lives right. Life is too short. Break the rules. Forgive quickly. Kiss slowly, Love Truly. Laugh uncontrollbly and never regret anything that makes you smile. That why I read all these wonderful erotic adventures.

  13. Mary G
      · November 29th, 2010 at 7:05 pm · Link

    Lucky you Vivi.
    Fiji is hubby’s dream destination. Hope it inspires you. Hard to believe you’re not funny since your post was amusing.

  14. Vivi Andrews
      · November 29th, 2010 at 8:09 pm · Link

    No Angel is only in ebook, Beverly.

    Mary, Fiji was fabulous! I definitely recommend it! 333 islands – can you believe it?

    And big thanks to everyone who likes the taste of No Angel and especially to Beth for having me around to visit today!

  15. Fedora
      · November 29th, 2010 at 9:31 pm · Link

    Vivi, you may feel yourself ordinary but we know you’re anything but!! Thanks for the visit today, and please keep on writing your extraordinary stories! 🙂

  16. Sherry S.
      · November 29th, 2010 at 9:33 pm · Link

    Great post your excerpt was very good. I think this sounds like such a good book.

  17. Victoria CK
      · November 29th, 2010 at 10:32 pm · Link

    Well, the rest of us are just regular gals, so you will fit in great! I love your sense of humor, the post is wonderful & funny!

    This book sounds like a fun ride! Thanks for the contest!


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