Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.
Harper King is being hunted by the government. Her crime? Being a shape-shifting, half-raven woman.
What surprised you the most while writing this book?
I really fell in love with a side character, Fletcher, and that’s the first time that’s happened to me. Usually I love the main characters. Don’t get me wrong, I love Harper and Tyson, but I have a special place for Fletcher now, too.
Why did you pick the setting you used for your book?
Seemed like an easy place to hide a paranormal Naturalization camp!
What is the sexiest trait of your hero(s)?
Tyson is steady, just very clear-headed. I think that’s pretty sexy. And Harper is bold, and her wings are pretty sexy I think.
What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?
The cliff scene. Just read it. I won’t spoil it now. But when you read it, email/message me and we can love it together.
What scene did you have to cut but wish could have been included?
Not a scene, but Tyson started out as a priest in training, rather than a camp counselor. I loved priest Tyson. Just so funny. But, alas, it didn’t work out!
Tropes get a bad name, but they’re often the biggest draw for readers. What tropes do you love to write and read?
I love to write the enemies to lovers trope, and it’s fun to read too. Fascinating how two people can start out loathing each other and end up the most intimate of friends.
What are your favorite genres/sub-genres to write in? Are there any you love to read but cannot write in?
I love to read fantasy and I love to write fantasy! I write Epic, Urban, and Paranormal.
Which do you love to write best: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?
Dialogue or setting, I think.
Which do you hate to write: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?
I struggle with action sometimes.
Harper King is being hunted by the government. Her crime? Being a shape-shifting, half-raven woman. And she’s not the only one they’re after. Supernatural beings like Harper are arrested every day, a fate she’s dodged so far. But when a single miscalculation lands her in a Naturalization camp, she must choose: be Naturalized or be killed. Between magical wards that imprison her at the camp and a rebellion brewing, can she find a way to escape before her wings or her life are taken from her? In a few days, Tyson Miller will be charged with murder. Today, he’s just a human counselor at Camp Silver Lake.
According to Tyson, his therapy makes all the difference for paranormals making the transition to Naturalized citizenship, even if it means encouraging them to give up their shifting abilities and powers. But as he uncovers the dark history of Camp Silver Lake and the leaders’ mental instability, he’ll be forced to face a devastating truth: He’s been fighting for the wrong side all this time. Readers of Anne Bishop and Ilona Andrews will devour Bree Moore’s beautifully devastating new series.
Excerpt from Raven Born
“Winged-woman sighted: experts argue—succubus or were-eagle?”
Harper squinted at the grainy black and white photograph on the cover of Supernaturals Monthly. It wasn’t likely to be anyone she knew. The figure could have easily been photoshopped, or maybe it was a distant airplane at just the right angle. Her brother, Quinn, would agree it was a fake. She drew her hand back and resisted adding the magazine to the pile in her arms. A gossip magazine wasn’t a reliable source, even if the picture did turn out to be real.
The cashier’s voice startled Harper, and she nearly dropped everything in her arms. She slid several cookie packages, two wrapped sandwiches, a bottle of Fanta, and a handful of jerky sticks across to the cashier, then snatched a Milky Way from the display by the counter and slapped it on the pile.
The cashier raised her penciled eyebrows and reached for the first item to ring up.
“Road trip?” she asked.
Harper nodded absently, her fingers lingering on a single lint-covered bill in her pocket while she watched the gas station windows.
The woman cleared her throat. “That’ll be $13.07.” She popped her gum.
Harper handed over the twenty. She needed to get more money somehow, but there weren’t many job opportunities for someone like her anymore. People were too scared.
A sleek silver Camry pulled up outside, parking in a stall near the front. A man in a suit emerged from the driver side, auburn hair flashing in Harper’s peripheral. She tugged down on the ball cap covering her short-cropped hair as the woman behind the counter tried to grasp a bag for the items, but her false nails seemed to get in the way. She licked her fingers and tried again. Harper breathed in through her nose, then out again slowly to calm her itch to run. The door chimed and the man stepped in. Harper’s breathing hitched.
He passed behind her, moving toward the coolers lining the back wall. The cashier extended the bag and change. Harper snatched them up and pivoted toward the door.
“Have a nice day,” the cashier said, snapping her gum.
A crash and a shriek came from the back of the station. Harper turned, seeing the contents of a display of canned tuna salad rolling on the tiled floor while the suited men pinned down a struggling girl with dirty blonde hair. Her eyes caught Harper’s, pleading.
Bree Moore has been writing fantasy since the fourth grade. She lives in Utah, is wife to an amazing husband, and is the mother of five children. She writes fantasy novels between homeschooling and folding laundry.
In real-life, Bree works as a birth doula, attending women in pregnancy and labor, which is a huge inspiration for her writing. Bree loves shopping for groceries like other women like shopping for shoes (no, seriously), movies that make her cry, and Celtic music. She likes both her chocolate and her novels dark.
Bree is also a resident writer at www.WritingThroughBrambles.com, a blog for fellow authors and readers.
Previously published works include: Woven, Bound, Second Star, and short stories in the Counterclockwise anthology, and the Beyond Instinct anthology.