Tell us a little about yourself.
I worked as an Assistant Manager at my local Waldenbooks before the store closed in 2010. It was the best job in the world for a book lover! I was so sad when we had to say good-bye. Now, I write full-time while raising my 3 young children. They keep me incredibly busy! But, I get in some time to write in the mornings and at night when they’re in bed. If I manage any more free time, I like to read, cross-stitch or other craft projects and watch some TV. My husband got me hooked on The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones.
What do you like the most and the least about writing?
My favorite thing about writing is when I get so pulled into the story it seems to take possession of my fingers as I type. It’s like the story is writing itself. I’ve heard this called the ‘zone’ by other writers. Whatever it is, it’s a wonderful feeling of becoming one with the story in my head and seeing it come to life on paper (screen).
My least favorite thing about writing is the length of time it takes to complete a project. I like to see a finished product! Sometimes I get very impatient. Before I had kids, I could write for hours and hours with no distractions and write a book in a week or two. Now, I can only squeeze in small amounts of time for writing and I realize that I’ve become a very slow writer.
Give us a peek into your latest published work?
To save her sister’s life, Julia Grey seeks a spell hidden somewhere within Merriweather Manor. Her position as a lady's companion affords her the freedom to search the house. But time is running out. The necromancer she's bargained with is growing impatient. And an unexpected appearance of a man from her past makes matters worse in an already complicated situation.
Basil Merriweather returns to England after ten years abroad to discover his childhood sweetheart living in his home. But, he's no longer the carefree man of his youth and she's hiding something--deadly secrets Basil vows to uncover even as he hides a dark secret of his own.
While neither Basil nor Julia will trust in the other, their hearts speak a truer language. In a grand attempt to save Julia's sister and Basil's life, the two must finally confess sinister truths. Will their admissions help or hinder any future they may have together? Or will the necromancer destroy all in a vile attempt at revenge.
What’s next on the writing horizon for you?
I’m currently working on books 4 and 5 in The Merriweather Witches series. These books are about Basil Merriweather’s siblings. The first two siblings, Lillian and Melora, were featured in The Witch and the Wolf and The Witch and the Vampire, my previous releases. I plan to have 7 books in the series when it’s complete.
Is there anything you want to tell readers?The Witch’s Thief is currently available in digital format exclusively at Amazon Kindle and will be FREE from December 17-21. I hope you get a chance to grab a copy!
You can also find out more about my books at my website, http://www.triciaschneider.com or my blog, http://www.shadowsofromance.blogspot.com
Excerpt of The Witch's Thief:
"What are you doing?"
He ignored her frantic questioning. Instead, he blocked out the sound of her voice and raised his arms into the air at his sides, his fingers splayed out as he extended his senses to scan the area. His power eased out, like extensions of his fingertips, stretching into the corners of the room, seeking, searching for the source of the magic he sensed.
It was here...somewhere.
He had sensed it earlier on his arrival, but being that his aunt and siblings practiced magic on a regular basis he'd never given it a second thought.
This room, however, stank with it. He smelled the odor, something strangely like sulfur...
"A spell has been cast in this room," he muttered. A strange spell. Odd. A spell he'd never sensed before, something new. It felt off is some way he couldn't explain. Who would be working new magic of this kind in his home? And, in this room in particular. Aunt Petunia worked her spells in the privacy of her rooms upstairs, or sometimes in the gardens, but never in this room. And his siblings each, practiced in their own private settings, places where they could concentrate without the threat of being disturbed. A fairly difficult task with the number of people normally in residence at Merriweather Manor.
He took a step closer to the center of the room where he sensed a surge of power. He shivered as coldness seeped into his skin. It wrapped around his arm, sinking into his flesh, right down to the bone. This was not right.
Thanks for being here today, Tricia.