Celebrating POC Authors in Fantasy: R. A Boyd
R.A. Boyd is a writer, and reader, of paranormal romance, horror and urban fantasy. She lives in Maryland with her husband, daughter and her massive collection of books. Seriously. Her books have their own room. When she's not writing at three in the morning, she's binge-watching Netflix or plotting random scenes from her novels in the voice of her characters. It makes her daughter giggle but worries her husband.
Interview with R. A. Boyd
What genre(s) do you write in?
Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Horror shorts
When did you decide that you wanted to write in your Genre?
I was hooked on paranormal romance after I saw Bram Stoker's Dracula.
What things in your life do you draw inspiration from?
My inspiration comes from Christian Apocrypha and weird daydreams.
What is the purpose of your writing? Is there a specific message that you hope to convey?
This is a hard question to answer. The purpose behind my writing is the need to get it out and share it with other people who have the same passions as me. And if we don't share the same passions, it's still fun to swap stories and find uniqueness in our differences.
How much of yourself is reflected in your writing?
There is a little bit of me in every character. Parts of me I hide away from others or have been too ashamed to show. That's the fun part!
What can readers expect to see from you in the next year? Any new releases, features, or celebrations?
My new series begins in August. The Ghost Shifters of Salvatore is a spin-off, and I can't wait for everyone to meet my new fallen angels and their mates.
Check out The Shifter's Wish
One woman holds the key to making the fallen angels whole again…unless she allows the ghosts from the past to keep her from her future.
BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance
A new take on shifter lore.
Widow Cass Stephens wants to mourn in peace. A freak snowstorm, and the fear of no snacks, drives her out into the cold and into the arms of two sexy shifters who may or may not want to rob her of her can opener.
Jax and Damon have been cursed. They need Cass to complete their Alpha Triad and awaken the dormant beasts within them. And they really need that can opener.
Acceptance from their Clan is enough stress, but Cass’s presence brings unease to the surrounding packs and they’re willing to start a war to stop the Triad from forming. Cass will either prove she’s strong enough to be part of the most powerful Triad the shifter world has ever known or die at the hands of those who are afraid to find out.
Content warning: This book is for grown-ups. They do grown-up stuff. Explicit love scenes, threesomes, cursing, and violence. Oh, and sexy shifter fun. If this isn’t your thing, please skip this book. But if you love M/F, M/M/F, fun times, and men who lurv their woman then hop on in!
From the book:
Cass walked down the canned goods aisle in search of a can opener. There was one left, and she smiled. “Fluff, yeah,” she sang, reaching for the opener on the endcap of the aisle.
Just as her hand touched it, another hand reached around the other side and tried to grab the can opener. Cass snatched it and held it to her chest as if she were clutching her grandmother’s pearls. The hand felt for it again, and before Cass had a chance to claim her booty and make a run for it, a face rounded the corner and she stopped mid-escape.
Holy mushrooms. The guy was maybe in his mid-twenties with striking blue eyes, animated eyebrows, and hair so dark blond it was almost brown. He was tall, stocky, and his thighs were so thick it looked like he kicked down trees for a living. Ink crept up the neck of his black tee-shirt, and worn grey sweatpants encased his strong thighs.
Confusion blanketed his face and his eyebrows shot up. The side of his full lips quirked in a half-smile. “I need that,” he said, his deep voice sounding as if he should be harmonizing with a quartet of sexy tree kickers.
“Umm, not as much as I do,” Cass said, taking a step backward.
He smiled at her and pointed to the can opener she held. “The cashier just walked me over to get that. It’s the last one,” he said.
Cass wasn’t sure if he was looking at the can opener or her breasts. It didn’t matter. She’d wrestle him to the death for the blessed thing she held to her chest. “It still is,” she said, turning around and running into a warm wall of man chest.
A zing shot through Cass’s body as large hands wrapped around her shoulders and steadied her before she fell on her ample ass. At least it was good for something.