Welcome to Author Joanne Brothwell
Joanne Brothwell lives in the country on the Canadian prairie where her stories are inspired by the dead things that appear at her doorstep on a daily basis. Of course, her two pets, a retired police dog with titanium fangs and a feral barn cat missing two toes, make the safety of surrounding wildlife, at best, uncertain.
Nicknames are something Joanne has in abundance; most notably “Grumpy Bunny” (her husband), and “Princess with a Sailor’s Mouth” (her friends). She’s known to daydream, and ever since grade school has been accused of having a poor attention span. The truth is, Joanne has an alternate reality inside her head, where characters speak to her, sometimes so loudly (and incessantly) she just can’t hear anything else!
Why Write Paranormal?
I’ve been attracted to the idea of the supernatural for as long as I can remember. I distinctly recall being six years old and watching a mini-series about very attractive vampires, seducing woman and sucking their blood in the process. When I was older, my mother introduced me to Stephen King, Dean Koontz and later, Anne Rice, and that’s when I became completely captivated with the paranormal.
I suppose the idea of sensuality and violence being so closely woven together is one of the things I enjoy about the genre. Not that I condone violence in relationships—no, not at all! I think it’s more the idea of gentleness and restraint in the face of powerful primitive tendencies. Don’t we all love our tortured, self-loathing heroes?
The other reason I write paranormal is the freedom to create. I love unexplained events, special powers and scary creatures. I’ve always been drawn to folklore, parapsychology, and the occult. As a child and teen, supernatural events scared the bejeezus out of me, but now, as an adult, they get my creative juices flowing. Writing paranormal opens up possibilities—to create new monsters, to resurrect forgotten ones, and to produce something new and fresh that people haven’t seen before. I don’t write vampires or werewolves because right now, I don’t want to read about them. So I write Skinwalkers, Malandanti, and Indigo Children.
If I dig even deeper, I realize I read and write paranormal for escapism. I have a difficult and serious day job that deals with problems. In my off-time, I want to have fun, not feel like I’m working. Paranormal increases the escape factor ten-fold.
What about the whole need to be special, different? Most people go through this experience (usually as a teen), where they wish they could just pull out their magic wand and change the world, or be that person who everyone knows is destined for great things. We all love the idea of specialness, and I love it too.
To wrap it all up, I want to give my readers what I want as a reader: to be fascinated, to get a major adrenaline rush, and to experience an escape from the mundane; immersed in a fantastical world where they will be frightened, seduced and most importantly, entertained.
Deep in the backwoods of North Dakota, twenty-one year old Sarah Ross is searching for a missing child when she is attacked by a glowing-eyed, transparent… creature. Sarah survives, destroying the monster by using mysterious abilities she didn’t even know she had. Bloody and bruised, Sarah flees the scene and runs directly into Evan Valente, a handsome, charismatic stranger who helps her back to safety. But what is Evan doing out in the forest at five in the morning? Turning to a healer, Sarah is shocked to learn her eyes bear the mark of the Indigo Child-an evolved human with the ability to feel the emotions of others. But her indigo aura also makes her an easy target for those who wish to consume her powerful essence. Soon, Sarah is falling deeply in love with Evan and wants nothing more than to follow her heart and trust that he is the man he says he is. But she can’t ignore the lingering feeling that Evan is hiding a terrible secret. The deeper she digs, the more danger she faces, leading her on a course that will force her to face the darkest, innermost parts of her soul.