Thank you, Cynthia, for having me on your blog today!

What inspired your Survival Race series?
One day I was watching the rescue of mistreated horses on Animal Planet. It was heart wrenching to see those beautiful animals neglected and starved so thin their rib cages showed. How would the owner have felt if he were penned up and abused like that? This got me thinking. What if humans were pets, and someone–aliens perhaps–bred us and gambled on us for sport like we do in horseracing, dog racing, and cockfights? What if they wanted to be entertained by watching alpha gladiators fight to the death? I have no idea what happened in the rest of the episode. I was daydreaming about my new world and my new story.

Tell us about your latest release Fearless.
Fearless is the second book in the Survival Race series. To protect her peaceful village, Myia, a shaman-in-training, is sent on a quest to heal the Highland leader’s heart. It should be an effortless duty…until she meets the gorgeous, stubborn Kedric. A gladiator who escaped enslavement, Kedric only wants to liberate the villages from their common foe—a race that breeds humans for blood sport and genetic experiments. He knows he should shun Myia’s soothing embrace, but he can’t seem to stay away. As their passion grows, Kedric must decide between fighting his war or surrendering his rage—and his heart—for Myia’s love.

Which book, Captive or Fearless, did you have the most fun writing?
Captive will always have a special place in my heart because it was the first manuscript I finished, the first manuscript I sold, and the first book in the Survival Race series. I absolutely love my tortured hero, Max, and enjoyed bringing him back in book 2. Fearless was really fun to write, though a bit outside my comfort zone because it was sexier and steamier than Captive. Myia can’t heal Kedric’s spirit unless she touches him. Although Kedric desires her, he doesn’t want to be healed so refuses to let her touch him. This led to some fun sexual tension!

Do you have other talents?
My husband and I own a dojo in NJ where we teach Isshinryu karate, self-defense, and traditional Okinawan weapons (RyuKonKai). It’s great. Everything I learn in the dojo is useful when writing an action packed series. I’ve received wonderful feedback from readers commenting on how realistic my fight scenes are. Perhaps I should credit my husband. He obliges me when I tell him, “Punch me. I have to see if something works for the book.” 🙂

Do you have a view in your writing space? What does it look like?
I write everywhere so my view changes. Very often I write in my car or in the waiting room at ballet classes, in the theater at ballet rehearsals, in the same room as my son at drum lessons (that’s a pretty distracting one. He wails on that drum set and I’d rather listen to him play than focus on the book). I love to write on our deck when the weather is nice. And I love to write next to the fireplace in the winter.

What are you reading now?
I am helping to judge the RWA Rita contest, so I am reading those book entries now. Six are finished and two more are waiting for me to start.

What is your next project and when will it be released?
Beauty and the Curse is a short story co-written with my friend and author, Cathy Tully. It’s an adult fairytale (so much fun to write) and releases on March 19 through Amazon. It’s available now for pre-order. I’m currently working on The Survival Race book 3. I absolutely love this hero and heroine! Plus I’m super excited we get to learn more about the Hyborean rulers in this book.

Where can readers find you?
I love to hear from readers! They can find me on Goodreads, my website www.kmfawcett.com or on Facebook and twitter as KMFawcett.

Buy links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Fearless-Survival-Race-K-M-Fawcett-ebook/dp/B00A2D82PU/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=1-2-catcorr&qid=1386983102
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fearless-km-fawcett/1113742240?ean=9781455575787

Social Media links:
Facebook: www.facebook.com/km.fawcett
Twitter: www.twitter.com/KMFawcett
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6456914
Attacking The Page blog: www.attackingthepage.wordpress.com
Website: www.kmfawcett.com

Thanks again for having me on the blog today. To show my appreciation, I’d like to give away an e-copy of Captive or Fearless (winners choice) to one of your readers.

Bio:
K.M. Fawcett writes sci-fi/ paranormal romances, and enjoys stories filled with adventure and strong, kick butt heroes and heroines. She holds the rank of Sandan (3rd degree black belt) in both Isshinryu Karate and in Ryukonkai (Okinawan weapons). She and her husband own Tenchi Isshinryu Karate Dojo in NJ. When not writing or working out at the dojo, K.M. is driving her two children to drum practice and ballet classes.

Fearless Blurb:

TWO SOULS

Myia, a shaman-in-training, wants desperately to protect her peaceful village from the barbaric Highland invaders. To hone her powers of prophetic visions and healing, the village elders send Myia on a quest to heal the Highland leader’s heart and stop a brewing war. Myia’s mended many souls before, so this should be an effortless duty . . . until she meets the gorgeous, stubborn Highland warlord.

ONE DESIRE

Kedric, a gladiator who escaped enslavement, only wants to liberate the villagers from their common foe-a race that breeds humans for blood sport and genetic experiments. Fueled by his rage, Kedric is determined to take down the brutal enemy. So when a raven-haired beauty with a body made for sin tries to sabotage his mission, Kedric wants her gone. Yet no woman’s touch has ever left Kedric more annoyed . . . and aroused. Kedric knows he should shun her soothing embrace-but he can’t seem to stay away. As their passion grows, Kedric must decide between fighting his war or surrendering his rage-and his heart-for Myia’s love.

Excerpt from Fearless:

Angry red streaks snaked through his aura. “What manner of trickery is this?”

“Get off of me, barbarian.” Name-calling? Really? Had her father taught her nothing?

“Barbarian? That’s funny coming from a savage.”

She gasped. “Savage? You’re the one on top of me.”

“As I recall, I wouldn’t be on top of you if I hadn’t needed to protect myself from your tricks.”

“I am a spiritual healer. I only wanted to repair your soul. You must release my people.”

“They’re free to go at any time. They choose to stay.”

His weight was crushing her, making breathing difficult, but she refused to let him see her discomfort. If she could calm herself enough, her spirit could reenter his, and she could try healing him again. This might be the only chance she got before he…What would he do to her?

She didn’t sense anything evil, vile, or malicious. Murder wasn’t present in his aura. The only thing she perceived was arousal. Typical male. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage.
There were three occasions when a person’s spirit was the most vulnerable: during sleep, during illness, and during sex—so she’d been told.

“You’ve invaded our peaceful village and took our people against their will. Forgive me for not believing you.” Her words were angrier than she wanted them to be. What happened to her shamanic training?

“Seems we have a lot in common, you and I.”

“We have nothing in common, barbarian.”

“Did you not invade my body against my will?”

“To heal your spirit.”

“So you say, savage.”

Would he stop calling her that? She was not a fierce, violent person. She was tranquil and at peace with the universe, dammit.

Well, at least she strove for peace.

“However,” he continued, “you needn’t concern yourself. My spirit requires no healing.”

“So say you. But our spirits have met, and yours told me it hid a deep wound. Let me back in. Let me into your body to heal you.”

His smirk surprised her. What could he possibly find so humorous?

“If anyone enters another’s body, it will be me.” His warm lips pressed against hers. As if to prove his point, his tongue coaxed hers to open for him.

She’d been kissed before, but not from a man so dangerous and commanding, or so good at it.

Well, she wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to do what she came here for, especially since nothing in his aura indicated malicious intent. His spirit simply sought to demonstrate his male dominance in a kiss. Nothing more. Ha. He’d learn who the dominant one was when she connected with his spirit again.

She opened her mouth and kissed him back. His pause indicated surprise. He’d obviously expected her to resist. When she didn’t let up, his jaw relaxed and his kiss deepened. She couldn’t deny the freedom her soul felt.

But she’d come to heal his heart, and as much as she would like to give in to the pleasure she was receiving, she needed to heal him first.

Again retreating to that tranquil place in her mind, her spirit gathered energy and flowed from her body into his. Her spirit didn’t get further than the impenetrable stone wall before it was thrown from his body again.

His lips were off hers, the weight of his body disappeared. The influx of warm night air came as a relief.

“Savage,” he boomed. “Stay out of my body.”

“If you enter my body, barbarian, rest assured I will enter yours.”