- Please start by telling us a little bit about yourself.
I write paranormal YA books. I’m Canadian. I have pink hair and snark, and I love cinnamon lattes, tattoos, and books.
- When did you know that you wanted to write professionally and how did you take the leap to get into the business?
When I was nine, a friend of the family suggested I write a short story—mostly to keep me busy. But I was instantly hooked!
The hardest thing was keeping the faith, so to speak. I started sending out my stories and poems when I was 15, to get used to the process. I had poetry published but my first book was not published until I was 30 years old. That’s a long time to work on hope!
In fact, I had given up one morning, felt sorry for myself for a few hours and then sent my newest book out to more agents that afternoon. Apparently, ‘giving up’ means something different to me! Anyway, by the next day I’d found my awesome agent.
- Can you tell me a little bit about your book and what inspired it?
I chose Regency England for my new series The Lovegrove Legacy because it’s one of my favourite time periods… partially because of Pride and Prejudice. And I have always loved England (and Scotland, and Ireland). It feels like home to me on so many levels.
Add some magic and three girls who kick-ass and I had a blast writing it!
- What do you hope that readers take way with them after reading your book?
I hope my books take you on a journey: a little magic, a little kissing, a little ass-kicking.
- I find it interesting to know what environment authors find most productive… Do you use a pen and paper or laptop? Quiet room at home or bustling café? Basically, what gets your creative juices flowing?
Lately, I’ve been writing mostly with pen and paper and often late at night. I love the scratch of a pen in a notebook, but sometimes my writing becomes incredibly illegible if my brain is going faster than my hand!
- What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?
The best compliment is when a reader tells me they used to hate reading but now they love it. And when they make fan art or trailers or musical playlist? Pure awesome.
Criticism is part of the game– you’ve got to learn to suck it up. Cake helps.
- What book is currently on your nightstand? And who are some of your favorite authors?
I have Sarah Rees Brennan’s “Unmade” waiting at the top of my TBR pile.
Perennial favourites include Laini Taylor, Holly Black, Mary Oliver and recently Leigh Bardugo
- What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I spend a lot of time walking in the fields with my dogs. I also read (of course), draw mandalas, and needlepoint terribly useful things like the Tardis.
- Do you have any advice for aspiring writers?
Trust the Story.
Write, write, write. Read, read, read. Rinse, Repeat.
And don’t give up—everything you write is better than the last thing you wrote!
- What can we expect from you next?
The second book in the Lovegrove Legacy: Whisper the Dead, is out on October 7th.
Gretchen is struggling with her newfound gift as a Whisperer; the constant buzzing in her ears from detecting spells is more frustrating than fun, especially when she is spending time with one of the Order of Iron Nail’s Keepers, the icy but strikingly handsome Tobias Lawless. But while Gretchen tries to hide the truth and resolve her feelings for him, London fades from beautiful and bustling to deathly silent …Something evil is once again menacing Mayfair, and Gretchen and her cousins must use their powers to prevent a horrible sacrifice.
- Do any animals share your life? Please tell us about them.
I have two dogs, a giant schnauzer named Bronte and a corgi named Zod.
And now for a little bit of fun:) This or That?
Coffee or Tea? Tea! Coffee! Both! Argh!
Sweet or Salty? Salty
Beach or Lake? Lake
Winter or Summer? Winter (except for the last one)
Cats or Dogs? Dogs
Zombies or Vampires? Vampires
Country or City? Country
Shower or Bath? Shower
Morning or Evening? Evening
Comedy or Drama? Comedy
Title: Whisper the Dead
Series: The Lovegrove Legacy #2
Author: Alyxandra Harvey
Age Group: Young Adult
Genre: Historical Paranormal | Witches
Length: 408 Pages
Publication Date: SOctober 7th 2014
Available Formats: Hardcover, E-book, Audio
Find It: Goodreads
Buy It: Amazon | B&N | The Book Depository
Gretchen is struggling with her newfound gift as a Whisperer; the constant buzzing in her ears from detecting spells is more frustrating than fun, especially when she is spending time with one of the Order of Iron Nail’s Keepers, the icy but strikingly handsome Tobias Lawless.
But while Gretchen tries to hide the truth and resolve her feelings for him, London fades from beautiful and bustling to deathly silent …Something evil is once again menacing Mayfair, and Gretchen and her cousins must use their powers to prevent a horrible sacrifice.
The contrast between fighting off the Rovers and pasting a polite smile on her face for the single sons of earls was too stark. Residual magic burned through her. She was surprised the air around her didn’t crackle. Her mother shouldn’t begrudge her a stolen moment in the library, not if the alternative involved magic shooting off the ends of her hair. Hardly subtle.
Not to mention hardly marriageable material.
On second thought….
Better not. She’d already pushed her luck by going off with Godric.
Egyptian onion farming it was then. She walked along the book shelves, reading titles and glancing into the glass-fronted cabinets that held Lord Worthing’s collection of painted globes. It was dull and dusty and soothing. Her witch knot stopped aching.
Until someone grabbed her arm, yanking it behind her back and spinning her around. Her check pressed to the cold glass of a curio cabinet. Pain shot up to her elbow when she tried to move. “Who are you?” a man’s asked, his voice quiet and cold in her ear.
“Who am I?” she barked back. “Who the hell are you?” He evaded the kick she aimed at his most sensitive parts. Her skirts wrapped around her knees, hobbling and infuriating her. He turned her roughly around.
She wasn’t sure which of the two of them was more surprised.
Someone so chilly and perfect and wearing such a flawless cravat shouldn’t be mauling ladies in dark libraries. He also shouldn’t have several short iron daggers tucked inside his cutaway coat. It probably said something unsavory about her character that the sight of those daggers made her like him a bit more. But only a little bit.
“Let me go,” she yanked savagely down, breaking his hold. He didn’t move back, and his body continued to block her against the cabinets. The glass rattled.
“What are you doing?” he stepped closer still. She had to tilt her chin up.
“I am currently being accosted,” she snapped, driving the heel of her shoe into the top of his foot. He fell back a step, growling in his throat. Growling. He really didn’t seem the type.
She made a proper fist, not like the ones girls made when they hadn’t practiced before. She’d already punched a Rover tonight. She was very comfortable punching Tobias, Lord Killingsworth. Eager, in fact.
“What is wrong with you?” she asked finally. “Are you drunk?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I’m the one being mauled and yet you take offense?”
“I can smell it on you,” he answered which was no answer at all. “There’s no use prevaricating.”
“I don’t usually bother lying about perfume,” she replied, now more bewildered than concerned.
“Not perfume,” he ground out, as if she was the frustrating one. “Dark magic.”
Her eyes narrowed to angry slits. “I beg your pardon.”
“As you should.”
She aimed for his head. It was big and fat and so perfectly groomed, how could she miss? He caught her wrist and squeezed. Hard. He shouldn’t have been fast enough.
An iron-nail pendant in the shape of a wheel slipped out from under his collar. Gretchen stared at it, then transferred her glare to his haughty, unkindly beautiful face. “I knew it.” She gave him a smile better suited to one of the animals in the zoological gardens. “You’re a bloody Keeper.”
Alyxandra Harvey lives in a stone Victorian house in Ontario, Canada with a few resident ghosts who are allowed to stay as long as they keep company manners. She loves medieval dresses, used to be able to recite all of The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson, and has been accused, more than once, of being born in the wrong century. She believes this to be mostly true except for the fact that she really likes running water, women’s rights, and ice cream.
3 print copies of Whisper the Dead (US/CAN)