Interview with H. D. Thomson

Today I’m lucky enough to have author H. D. Thomson with me.  H. D. will answer some of our questions, offer an excerpt and at the end if you leave a comment you will be entered to win a copy of her book. Shrouded In Darkness.

What genre(s) do you write in and why?

I’ve written in several different genres. I’ve down contemporary romance under Carol Webb, erotica under Lynne Logan and now I’m writing paranormal romance under H.D. Thomson. For the longest time, I’ve tried to write for the market, but this last year, I’ve decided to write what I love the most which is paranormal romance.

What is your favorite part of writing?

The very beginning when ideas start forming and where I start asking questions like ‘what if’ so and so does this? ‘What if’ the villain acts this way? I love the excitement of creating a new plot or character.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

Sitting at the desk and having run out of ideas and just staring at a blank word document. It’s happened a couple of times where I just don’t know where the story is going. I do a general outline usually. I know the ending and the beginning. Sometimes I have a hard time getting the characters from A to point B, especially when they don’t want to cooperate!

What is your next project and when will it be released?

I’m going through the edits of Shrouded in Mystery, which is the next in the Shrouded Series. It’s about a man who wakes from a car accident with a dead man beside him and a duffle bag in the back seat with over one hundred thousand dollars in cash and a loaded gun. He has no memory of his past or how he got there. His only clues are a photo with the address of a shelter and a driver’s license with the name of Clark Kent. They lead him to Boston, where someone wants him dead. I really enjoyed writing this book. It’s probably my favorite out of the series. I’m hoping to have this released in the summer. It all depends. I have a couple of people that I hope will read it for final testing. If they don’t find anything, then I’m hoping I’ll publish it sooner.

What is your typical day like?

I work from when I get up in the morning to pretty well until I go to bed. Granted I do take breaks in between, but I’m beginning to wonder if my laptop is glued to part of my body! If I’m not working on my business, Bella Media Management, I’m writing. I wouldn’t trade it for anything else though. I love being self-employed and I’m hoping to get my 3 book series out and published by the end of the year. The only person putting pressure on myself is me. I have to have deadlines. Otherwise, I’ll find myself procrastinating.

How much time do you spend promoting your books? What works best for you?

I don’t spend as much time promoting as I would like. I actually haven’t found what really works. I’m taking little steps here and there. I have done one blog tour earlier this month and I am doing another one with in the beginning of March. Actually, even though I’ve been published with small presses for a number of years, I’ve never done any heavy promoting until this year. So this is all very new to me.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I love the control that it offers. I am in charge of succeeding or failing. I really can’t blame anyone but myself if I land on my face. But I am finding out that it takes A LOT of work. With a small publisher, I didn’t have to worry about my cover, edits(other than doing what I was told by an editor), formatting of both the ebook and the paperback and also some of the publicity.

What advice do you have for other authors wanting to self-publish?

Think it through before you decide. Like anything else, there is no magic pill to become a successful author. I’ve heard many a tale where an author makes their fortune by becoming self-published, but I’ve heard the complete opposite too. I’ve read that the average number of books a self-pubbed author sells is 100 copies. That is a sad statistic. I plan on not being one of those statistics.

Blurb of Shrouded in Darkness:

Winner of the Ready-Set-Go Peninsula RWA Contest

Finalist in the Suzannah North Louisiana RWA Contest

1st place in Peninsula RWA Chapter’s contest.

Jake Preston is on borrowed time. If he doesn’t stumble upon a miracle and soon, he’ll endup dead. And even if he does, he still might end up dead with a clever killer hounding his heels. He believes that the one miracle and antidote to save him is in Margot Davenport’s house, across the country and miles away from Boston. Somewhere locked in her home is the key to reversing an experiment that is killing him with each breath he takes.

Margot doesn’t particularly care if she ends up dead. She’s lost everything she’s ever cared for. A divorce and the loss of her job as a corporate lawyer has left her with little faith in herself or in anyone else. Most importantly, she’s lost the one person on this earth she’s looked up to and cherished–her brother, Johnny. His death in a car accident has devastated her, and she can’t find the willpower to pull herself from the chasm she’s fallen into. Her only solace is at the bottom of a wineglass. Having moved back to the small town in northern Arizona where she was raised, she’s made a point of isolating herself both mentally and physically from everyone other than a few chosen friends. Little does she know that her life is going to explode into chaos and the person behind Johnny’s death is coming after her.

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H.D. Thomson moved from Ontario, Canada as a teenager to the heat of Arizona where she graduated from the University of Arizona with a B.S. in Business Administration with a major in accounting. After working in the corporate world as an accountant, H.D. changed her focus to one of her passions-books. She owned and operated an online bookstore for several years and then started the company, Bella Media Management. The company specializes in web sites, video trailers, ebook conversion and promotional resources for authors and small businesses. When she is not heading her company, she is following her first love-writing.



Margot Davenport should never have opened the front door. She should have just kept on getting slowly and thoroughly drunk that night. But the pounding on the door went on and on, reverberating throughout the house and inside her skull.  Stumbling from the couch in the living room, Margot knocked over her glass and an empty wine bottle, and grabbed onto her throbbing head with a hand.

“Damn it!”

In the hall, she tripped over her calico cat, Marmaduke, who streaked past her and up the stairs. She swore again. The banging continued. The crazy fool outside had given up on the doorbell long ago.

“John!  Come on.  Open up!  It’s me, Jake!”

At the mention of Johnny’s name, Margot’s stomach twisted and rolled with sudden nausea. “Okay! Okay! Give me a second.”

She groped for the light switch to the hall. Nothing happened.

“Damn, stupid thing!” That’s what she got for not replacing the house’s ancient wiring.

“John, I’m freezing my ass off!”

“What do you expect,” Margot muttered, wondering if this guy was playing some sick joke at her expense.

Margot hit the outside light switch and peered through the glass panel beside the door. A man stood on the front porch. She didn’t recognize him, but then again, the sheet of snow and the light’s glare against the night backdrop didn’t help matters.

A gun or pepper spray for protection sounded pretty nice right now, but Margot hated guns and had never expected the need, living on the outskirts of Greyson, Arizona. It wasn’t like this town up in the White Mountains was loaded with crime. The worst incident had been a case of disorderly conduct last winter, and that had been from a drunken tourist.

“Who is it?”

A pause on the other side followed—almost as if she’d surprised him.

“Margot? Is that you? It’s Jake Preston.”

Though muffled, his words were clear enough to make out. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t recall what Johnny had said about him.

Margot frowned and winced as pain cut across her temple, brow and the base of her skull. She should have stopped at one glass of wine. “How do you know Johnny?”

“I worked with him at Miltronics for several years on the outskirts of Boston.”

Margot debated about turning this Jake away as she watched him stamp his feet against the porch. He must be freezing—what with the wind and snow.

“I know it’s late, but I need to talk to John. Please. If you could just get him, you’ll see I’m harmless.”

The urgency in his voice made her decide. He obviously didn’t know about her brother. She sighed heavily. What she had to tell him wasn’t going to be easy.

Margot unlatched the lock and opened the door.

An angry gust of wind burst into the house, tearing the knob from her grasp. The door flew wide and crashed against the wall. Gasping, she reeled back as snow flew in, stabbing her face with icy spikes.

“Here, let me.” He stepped inside and shoved the door closed with his shoulder. He turned his back against the light from the kitchen, casting his face in shadow. His baseball cap further shielded his features—along with sunglasses of all things.

How very odd. Sudden apprehension curled up her spine as Margot stepped away from Jake and the doorway. Topping a good six-feet, he appeared far larger than when he’d stood behind a locked door.

“What are the sunglasses for?” she asked.

“The light.”


“My eyes. They’re sensitive to light. I injured both corneas as a child.”

“Oh.” She must have been staring at him like an idiot, but something about him made her uneasy. And it wasn’t just the glasses and pale complexion.

He must have sensed her disquiet, because he explained further, “It’s called traumatic iritis. It’s something I’ve had to live with for as long as I can remember.” He shrugged a large canvas backpack from his shoulder and placed it on the floor. “Can you get John for me?”

“He’s dead.”

Margot never intended the words to come out so abrupt and final, but…it hurt. Balling her hands into fists, she fought against the sudden tears that burned the back of her eyes. Please no. Not now. She couldn’t fall apart in front of this stranger.

“He can’t be. That’s impossible.”

11 thoughts on “Interview with H. D. Thomson

  1. Love the post, H.D. And your release sounds terrific.

    I’m new to indie-pubbing, but what you said about “writing for the market” really resonates with me. Just because the marketing department didn’t think your story line was “commercial” enough does not mean there aren’t readers out there who’ll fall in love with your book.

    Go indie!

  2. Hi, Lynda. Thanks for stopping by! This whole indie publishing is brand new for alot of us. I think it’s very exciting. We’re all traveling into a new direction. I just love the idea of being your own boss so to speak. Listening to what a reader wants is so much better than what a publisher or agent wants!

  3. Roxie Sidney is the winner of the comment contest. H D will be contacting you directly for your prize.

    Thanks to everyone for commenting.


  4. Hi there! I know this is kinda off topic but I’d figured I’d ask. Would you be interested in trading links or maybe guest writing a blog post or vice-versa? My website addresses a lot of the same topics as yours and I feel we could greatly benefit from each other. If you might be interested feel free to send me an email. I look forward to hearing from you! Fantastic blog by the way!

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