Books, Writing

Dragon Rules with Tia Didmon

Welcome to the Feisty Heroines author interview where you can get to know some of the authors of this amazing collection.

Will it take a monster to save her from one? Robin Dark is a bitch. Her designer clothing her armour. Every picture that graces the top magazines with her and the luxury estate she resides at, are perfection. She has the life everyone dreams about. The money. The fame. Only she knows it’s a nightmare. She lives with a monster.

Tia Didmon

What makes your heroine feisty?

Robin is a full on Bitch. At least that’s what the world believes…

What surprised you the most while writing this short?

The humour that came out of having a heroine that will say exactly what she thinks inthe rudest way possible.

Why did you pick the setting you used for your short?

I like the fact that Robin appears to have everything. Money. Fame. Notoriety. In the end none of these things matter.

What is the sexiest trait of your hero?

He’s has very large… wings.

What is your favorite scene/moment in your story?

When Robin sees Ash as a Dragon.

Tropes get a bad name, but they’re often the biggest draw for readers. What tropes do you love to write and read?

Fated Mates and Shifters

What are your favorite genres/sub-genres to write in? Are there any you love to read but cannot write in?

I love Sci-Fi with a romance element. I haven’t written in this genre yet but I hope to one day.

Which do you love to write best: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?

I love dialogue, especially when it is witty in nature and I do like writing love scenes.

Which do you hate to write: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?

Setting is important but it’s my least favorite.

Excerpt from Dragon Rules

“I claim you. Come with me now.”

Robin choked on the coffee she was sipping but didn’t look up. Well, that’s a new approach. Clearly, the ‘How Not To Pick Up A Woman Handbook’ needs a new entry. She blew on her cup, ignoring the prying eyes of the Colorado Cafe patrons. “I have many admirers, most are eloquent, flattering and sickly sweet. One even wrote me a song. So, your Neanderthal pick up line, although original, is crude in comparison. Move along.”

He cleared his throat. “Do you not know who you are?”

She had to hold back her laugh. “Everyone knows who I am, but you shouldn’t believe everything you read.”

“I have read nothing about you. I saw you for the first time this morning,” he said.

Robin believed him. Her usual repugnance for the opposite sex was failing her. She could convince any man anywhere that swimming naked in a piranha pool was preferable to being around her. At least that’s what one scorned gentleman told her after she’d compared his appearance to a blowfish. She had even suggested a renowned hairstylist counteract the ridiculous spikes in his quaff and an excellent plastic surgeon to alleviate the puffed nature of his cheeks. Try as she might. He was not interested in her suggestions. Reminiscing about her fish-faced admirer made her seem disinterested before facing her newest suitor.

He moved in front of her, resting his hands on the empty chair. “Are you going to look up?”
Noting the sheer size of his lower body. Robin contemplated the easiest way to rid herself of the behemoth before her. Her sarcastic tone was in place before she looked up. “Dear God, your mother must have screwed a Clydesdale…”