Jess Anastasi on the Timeless Desire Blog Tour

Today,I am featuring an interview with Jess Anastasi,author of the Sanctuary seriesavailable from Noble Romance Publishing
Blurb:  
Cadmiel, the Angel of Destiny, knows better thananyone what a bitch fate can be. Five hundred years ago, the only woman he everloved was killed, shredding his soul and leaving a void in place of his heart.Now Archangel Michael comes to him with a shocking and forbidden proposal. Hewants Cadmiel to travel back in time and save Emilyn. Though Cadmiel wishesbeyond all reasoning to do as the archangel asks, messing with time goesagainst his own beliefs and the very foundations of angel lore. But Michaeldoesn't give Cadmiel a choice and thrusts him through time and space, back to2012.
The first time Emilyn saw the gorgeous man, she wasaffected on a level she couldn't comprehend. Cadmiel isn't like any other guyshe's ever met, and he makes her wish love at first sight were true. But thereare forces at work she never dreamed real. In the space of a day, she goes fromnormal, every-day college student, to a pawn in an apocalyptic war betweenangels and demons.
Emilyn's very life is in Cadmiel's hands. Will herisk the future of the entire universe to save her, or let her die and destroyhimself in the process?

Welcome,Jess, so nice to have you visit. Let's begin with some quick questions for you as a reader:
1)    Where do you like to settle in for agood read? Anywhere I can get fiveminutes of peace and quiet away from the family!
2)     Whatis your favorite genre? My tastes arevery fluid, I like a lot of different genres. Right now I'm really intofuturistic/sci-fi romance, but I also love paranormals, urban fantasy,historicals — it just depends on what mood I'm in when I go to pick up a book. 
3)    What length do youfavor…shorts/novellas/novels? I'll readnovellas or novels, but am not so keen on shorts.
4)    Whose POV do youprefer…hero/heroine/villain? Nopreference, as long as the character can draw me in, I'm sold!
5)    Do you like first/second/third person? Third person.

6)What has been your greatest fear you've had to overcome as a writer? Trusting my own skill. I still have troublewith this as I'm sure many authors do. Seems silly, but I live in fear that mywriting isn't good enough. Whenever I submit to my editor (or anyone else) I'vealways got that worry in the back of my mind that someone's going to tell mewhat I've written is really terrible.
 7) What/who has been your greatestinspiration? Though he's not a straightauthor as such, Joss Whedon has been a huge inspiration for me. I think thestuff that comes out of that man's mind is pure genius. Author wise I'd love towrite like Suzanne Brockmann, or J.R. Ward, or Kresley Cole (or a dozen others)when I "grow up."
 8) What do you hope to accomplish with yourwriting? Do you have a goal? My currentgoal is to get an agent! But overall, career-wise I'd really just like toeventually get around to writing all the ideas spinning around in my head andtaking up space in my notebooks.   9)What appeals to you about your genre? I'mstill not sure what makes me so excited about sci-fi, or speculative fiction. Iguess it's the possibility of doing pretty much anything you want in the worldand to your characters, so long as you have a plausible reason for doing it. Ina lot of ways, it means there are no boundaries on what you can do. Its easy tolet your imagination fly free.
 10)What do you do when you hit a wall? (Can't figure out a character's emotions,where the plot should go next, etc.) Gofor a walk, take a shower, go for a drive to get groceries, something away fromthe computer. Usually this lifts whatever blocks I'm having trouble with and Ican get back to it with a clear head. If none of those measures work then I'llgo and work on something else. I always have 2 or 3 projects on the go at one.
 11) What other works have you published? The books in my Sanctuary series -Sanctuary, Severance, and Singularity are all available from Noble RomancePublishing.
12)What are you working on now? As I said,I always have several books on the go at once. Right now I'm working on Sinner,the fourth Sanctuary book, another sci-fi/fantasy type book called Heart of theWarlord, and a half-finished romantic suspense. I've got other completedmanuscripts that need editing, but I'm not sure what I want to do with those sothey're simply taking up space on my hard-drive at the moment.
When you're not writing, what do you do for fun? You mean there's something else to dobesides writing? Seriously, though, at the moment I don't do much else. I have2 toddlers at home, so I'm a full time mom mostly. I seem to remember before Ihad kids I used to like doing things like playing Netball (its an Aussiething), doing yoga, swimming, going out with friends… etc. 
A quick quiz:  Answer as fast as you can.

Favorite Hero: Woo, that's a hard one.Right now it's a toss up between Dean from Supernatural, Eric from True Blood,and Damon from Vampire Diaries. 
Favorite Dessert: Christmas plum puddingwith brandy custard 
Favorite Villain: Easily Spike fromBuffy. But I don't really know if he's a true villain since he became agood-guy. For a true villain I really like Michael Rosenbaum's portrayal of LexLuthor in the Smallville series. 
Favorite Song: Wildat Heart by Birds of Tokyo.

Have you ever written to music?  Allthe time!
What music? Dependson which book I'm working on, though often its bands like AC/DC, Foo Fighters,Metallica, Silverchair, Birds of Tokyo, Butterfly Effect, Blink 182, RobbieWilliams, Creedence Clearwater. Some of those bands won't be recognizableoutside of Australia. I have a broad taste when it comes to music.

Thankyou for your time, Jess, I truly appreciate you stopping by. I truly lookforward to your next release.
Formore information on Jess, please, visit:www.jessanastasi.com www.jessanastasi.blogspot.com
Mybooks available from:NobleRomance Publishing: Amazon
 Thank you for your time, Jess, and good luckwith your future books!Thanksfor having me. Please enjoy this excerpt and don't forget to leave a comment togo into the draw for exciting prizes!

Excerpt from Savior:ChapterTwo
Phoenix, Arizona, 2012
Cadmiel groaned as he rolled onto his back. Every muscle inhis body ached and his head pounded a relentless, throbbing rhythm. On theceiling above him, a fan rotated in lazy silence, wafting the dry air aroundthe room. He turned his head to the right and took in the furniture,identifying one of the many residences he'd kept over the centuries. The recognitionof the place hit him like an asteroid. He had so many bittersweet memoriesattached to this dwelling. After Emilyn had died, he'd razed the place to theground.
He forced himself up to sit, cursing Michael as his headswam. Cadmiel closed his eyes and tried to send himself to the future where hebelonged, but nothing happened. He didn't get even a stutter of power.
Oh no. Hell no. Instead of doing something that wouldrequire a vast reserve of energy, he tried something simpler, like conjuringhimself up a bottle of whiskey for him damn splitting skull. Nothing happened.
Fury pushed him to his feet, and he swayed, catching himselfon the back of a recliner.
"What the hell, Michael!" He yelled into the emptyroom.
The archangel had not only sent him into the past against hiswill, but had also stripped his powers so he couldn't return right away. If hedid embark on this damned torturous mission to try and save Emilyn, how theheck was he meant to do it without his abilities?
Cadmiel abandoned his crutch on the chair and limped over tothe coffee table to a couple of remotes. Damned if he could remember which oneworked the TV; it'd been five hundred years, after all. He went through two,tossing them in annoyance when they didn't work, before the third made theflatscreen flick to life.
He surfed a couple of channels before finding a twenty-four-hournews broadcast that had the date and time displayed in the corner.
7:48 a.m., Tuesday, July 11, 2012—
—The day he'd finally worked up the balls to talk to Emilynthe first time.
He had a bit over a week until she died.
In around forty five minutes from now, she'd be stopping atthat café on East Monroe Street for a coffee and a muffin before her classesstarted at Arizona State. He'd sat in that café every morning for a month,exchanging a smile or two with her before they'd finally chatted. She'd ditchedher class, and they'd gone to the Zoo at Papago Park. They'd had lunchtogether, which had turned into dinner, which had turned into late nightdrinks—
His breath caught as he recalled where the rest of that nighthad led, how as crazy as it'd seemed, they hadn't spent a second apart all weekuntil she'd gone home with a friend to Canyon City but never made it. Asemi-trailer had mowed down their car on the highway. The truck driver had beenhigh and claimed he didn't remember hitting anything.
Cadmiel ran a hand through his hair, feeling the pain burnfresher than it had for years.
Could he do this? Was he actually standing here, seriouslyconsidering breaking every lore he'd religiously followed? Michael had saidEmilyn wasn't meant to die. But Cadmiel knew nothing ever happened by chance.Fate had plans for them all, so what had the archangel meant by his words?
The clock above the TV ticked the seconds away, and thoughCadmiel still argued with himself, he knew the decision had been made theminute Michael had called him to Sanctuary. He might be about to break morecosmic and angelic rules than he could comprehend, but he would not stand byand let Emily die again, not when the chance to save her had been presented tohim on a platter.
Cadmiel went to dematerialize—and swore when nothinghappened. Right. No powers. Damn, that meant he was going to have totravel downtown like any other human would. With the morning traffic, he'd bepushing it to get there before Emilyn went off to class.
And he'd need money. He raided the house, found a couplehundred dollars and some change scattered about and then ducked out into theearly morning heat to wave down a passing cab. As the driver took off from thecurb, Cadmiel offered the guy extra to get him downtown a bit quicker.
He sat back in the seat as the taxi wound in and out oftraffic. His heart skittered, and for the first time in five hundred years, hefelt alive. He was actually looking forward to something, instead of goingthrough his day to day motions.
The trip into the heart of the city took longer than he wouldhave liked, but the cabbie still made it there in good time. He'd cut it finethough, a glance at the taxi's dashboard as he slid out of the car showed itgetting close to nine. Emilyn might have already headed across to theUniversity campus.
Cadmiel dodge a couple of cars and a guy on a bike to getacross the street. He didn't stop until he was entering the swinging café doorand almost plowed into someone coming out.
"Damn, I'm sorry—" His voice cut out as he lookeddown.
Emilyn stood less than a step away, dark brown hair plaitedand mocha skin gleaming in the sharp morning sunshine. Her chocolate eyes litup when she saw him, and her plump, pink lips curved into a grin. His chestconstricted, and for a second he couldn't breathe. Damn it all. Hewanted to crush her in his arms and get a deep lungful of that raspberry scentof hers. Instead, he stood frozen in the doorway.