Even as a young child, Ellen’s mind was constantly filled with the characters from the many beloved books she would buy, instead of spending her pocket money on sweets or toys like other children.
Growing up on a remote farm in northern NSW, Australia, she spent long hours not only reading, but writing as well.
Her world may be busy and chaotic at times with her tribe of five hyperactive boys, but she wouldn’t trade a single second of it for the world.
Now with her children growing older, Ellen can finally return and indulge her overactive mind in her favorite passion of all…writing.
With her fingers in so many differing genres, you just never know what she will come up with next!
Extasy Books: http://www.extasybooks.com/ellen-cross/
Who in your personal life was the biggest supporter of your writing?
The biggest supporter I have in my real life for my writing is my mother. She always has a nudge for me, and loves to tell me how I inherited my love for the written word from my grandfather who recently passed away. He would send me long letters detailing his experiences during the war, and I loved that we had that connection.
Do you prefer quiet or background noise when writing? If background noise, what?
I need quiet. In fact, when writing, I wear headphones so I can block out my extremely noisy household, and listen to very uplifting music to feed my motivation and muse.
What is one thing you wish your readers could understand about the writing process?
That it takes time and it never goes how you think it will. At times, I think I have a book’s plot straight in my mind, but as I write, the characters start to take on their own version of how events will go, and I find the end product is quite different to how I imagined. Sometimes the characters simply refuse to talk to me at all, and those books are the hardest to bring to light.
If your characters could come to life and be a real human, which one do you think you would get along with best and which one would drive you crazy first?
Shamus is my favorite, but I think his mate, Zee, would drive me nuts the quickest. They are like oil and water when they start fighting, but, as with all things involving high temperatures and an overabundance of male hormones, lust and passion are a hairsbreadth beneath the surface of all their tension.
When did you start writing and what was your inspiration?
I think I have been writing since I could. Living on a remote farm in northern NSW, I wrote stories and read as a child, forever keeping my head in the clouds.
Is there a genre or type of book that you love to read but could never write and if so why?
I love a good highlander romance, but have never written one, and do not think I could. As I write gay romance these days, I find it hard to picture gay romance fitting into that setting.
Since you’ve been writing how much has the genre changed? Good, bad?
Gay romance is forever changing. I see a swing toward paranormal romance, and it swings back again to more contemporary themes just as quickly, before again swinging back. While the trends change, it seems that they never disappear.
Seeing more and more authors going the “self-pub’ route. Thoughts?
I think that if the self-publishing thing works for you, then it is right for you. I just think of all the different steps involved into publishing a quality book, and my mind boggles and shuts down. There are so many steps, and I am thankful for my publisher.
How much thought do you as an author put into your cover, cover models etc. And has that changed since you started writing. If so, have you or will you go back and re-do covers you’re no longer pleased with?
I have the most amazing cover artist who works with me intently on each cover. We both have our ideas for the book, and compare notes, finally deciding on something that accurately reflects a scene within the book. And no, I will not go back and re-do covers, as I love them all.
What is the most intense scene you have ever written? Did you find it difficult writing that scene?
I have actually had a few scenes like that. The hardest was probably from Delta Blues, where Gray willingly lets himself be captured and is then tortured, in an attempt to gain information into Ryan’s whereabouts. Ryan is his small wolf mate.
If you could write in any genre that you’ve never tried, what would it be and why?
Science fiction. So far, I have been grounded to the earth and paranormal romance, but I have a few works in progress that will take my characters to the stars.
When thinking about writing any specific genre, what triggers your fears and insecurities the most?
I never write horror, which is my only real fear within fiction. I don’t like watching horror movies as I was always a child who dreamed vividly. My own children share this trait, so we avoid any kind of horror or I have a weeklong stint of children waking with bad dreams.
When writing, what comes first? The characters or the plot?
Most of the time I will get a scene come to me, but I don’t actually know the characters. Names and personalities work themselves into the picture as I write.
Do you find that you write what you love to read? Or a different genre?
I definitely write what I read. I cannot read non-fiction, and would never be able to write it.
Do you ever write your own personal fantasies into your books?
I think all authors explore their fantasies in their work. If we can’t do it in real life, why not experience it in our work?
How much if any of your story line comes from real life people or events?
While I take inspiration from anything around me, often gaining ideas at the oddest of times, I don’t actually use real people or events in my work.
How many times do you read what you wrote and think “where the hell did that come from?!”
I think all authors get this feeling. There are times my muse wants to do something so completely WTF that it surprises even me.
Do you have to look at the keys when you type?
Never. I completed the Advanced Certificate in Office Administration when I was 17. It taught me to touch type, and I haven’t looked back, since.
How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
Plenty, if he was good at it lol
What are your two favorite 80’s movies?
Labyrinth and Dark Crystal. I loved those movies, and now my children love them, too.
Why are man-hole covers round?
Well, humans are hardly square, are we? You can’t fit a square peg in a round hole. *grins*
In a World where the Alpha are the law, Beta the order, and Omega the knowledge…the Delta have become the oppressed.
The night of Samhain is fast approaching, and for that one night a year, Gray and the last remaining Dire Wolves—amongst others—are entrusted with the protection of the veil between worlds, while it’s at its thinnest. Add in the threat of a new drug on the market, and they’ll have to work twice as hard to keep everyone safe. The last thing he needs is a sexy little Delta to save.
As a lowly Delta, Red Wolf shifter Ryan has never known peace. Cast away and unwanted, he is quickly taken captive and trained as a dancer at The Howling, a strip club in the worst part of Praeter. Hungry, abused, and kept in a drug-induced fog, his life is nothing. He is nothing but the orders and twisted demands of his captor. All that changes when he catches the scent of a wolf in the crowd.
Long ebony hair, eyes that can’t decide if they’re green or blue as they follow him on stage. Unable to stop himself, Ryan does the one thing guaranteed to earn him punishment. He touches the other wolf. Peace. For those few brief moments, the hunger, the pain, the torment…all gone. The price to feel that respite again, though, could very well be his life.
It doesn’t matter if he’s been naughty or nice all year. Adam’s stocking is still getting stuffed full of Cole, this Christmas.
The coming of age for any vampire is cause for celebration, a time when they first taste blood. For Cole, however, his twenty-fifth birthday brings a terrible choice from his father—either he takes the life of another to prove his worth, or he forfeits his own life. Cole chooses the only way his heart will allow, and pays the price with both his fangs and the rapidly mounting blood starvation that will slowly end his life, now that his body needs to feed, but cannot. He escapes, bleeding, barefoot, and wearing nothing more than a simple cotton sleep-shirt. With his father’s sentinels in pursuit, Cole soon finds himself half-frozen and unable to run anymore. The last thing he expects when he crawls into a dumpster to hide away for the last few hours of his life is to be rescued by a temperamental black cat and…aww hell…his cherished one, Adam. How is Cole meant to blood-bond to the wolf hybrid when his time is fast running out, and he has no fangs to even try? He quickly learns his cherished is far more than he appears, though, and Adam’s friends at the Delta Rehabilitation Centre have even higher friends, with a score to settle with his father, of their own. It’s just a shame he won’t be around long enough to witness their payback.
Davis always leapt into a battle knowing his ability to heal would keep him safe. What will he do, though, when he learns what it is really costing him?
Davis has fought the shadowkin on more occasions that he cares to think about and proudly bears the scars from each, garnering the title Supercat, from the other guardians for being damn near bulletproof. How can he forgive himself, though, when the terrible truth behind his unique ability to heal is uncovered?
Rowan has been lost, living his life in an ever-present fog to prevent an even worse fate. The only constant in his life is his one, the cougar shifter who draws him in and lights the way with his glowing amber eyes. He would give anything…suffer anything, to keep his one safe, even if his one doesn’t know it.
Sometimes, in order to gain control, you need to hand it over to someone else.
Grant had made a deal. He would use his talent, and his sister, Kaylee, would get what she needed. What he didn’t count on though, was the deal turning sour. Picking up the pieces of the aftermath is more than he can handle, so he turns to the warlock who rescued him for help. He might actually get it, too, if the guy would just stop running.
If Nico had known the little omega he had found was going to turn out to be this much trouble, he might not have rescued him after all. The wolf asked for things he shouldn’t, surfaced long neglected instincts that Nico hadn’t felt in a long time . The wolf pushed, refused to take no for an answer. Only problem was, once you opened the door to something like that, there was no turning back.
Lee’s been locked away for so long that he’s forgotten what it’s like to have hope, or why he’s been held. When a voice speaks inside his head, telling him help is on the way, he won’t allow himself to believe the words, writing them off as insanity finally taking hold. When help arrives in the form of a pair of sexy fey warriors who break down the wall to his prison, Lee’s fear takes over.
Years ago, Arrameus and Cruziel crossed the veil as outcasts. They’re Guardians, warriors, known for being ruthless and unstoppable in the battle against the shadowkin. Nothing shakes their resolve, until a small wheelchair-bound human brings them to their knees. He’s their Nanta, their destiny, but how will they come to terms with the fact their mate is trapped behind more walls then the one that imprisoned him, and more importantly, how will they break through them?
How did Dante find himself in this mess? First Grant creates a portal that no living being can pass through—leaving Dante as the only one able to cross it—but when Dante does, he finds his mate on the other side, chained to the ground of a building that is seconds from collapsing on top of them both.
Dante only has two choices. Either he leaves his mate, or he takes him back through the portal. Both will result in his mate’s death. Before he can decide, his inner vampire takes over, and helpless to stop it, his beast bleeds his mate’s life away…
Sonny has been a servant his whole life, mute through circumstances of his birth. With no ability to voice what he knows, and never having learned to write, it goes unnoticed that he overhears more than he should.
Left for dead when Sonny’s master flees, death comes calling with glowing red eyes and a deadly set of fangs. Funny thing though, as death swoops in to take his life, Sonny could almost swear that he smells his mate…
Big things really do come in small packages.
Shamus is small…really small, but being a leprechaun, that’s okay. What isn’t small about him though, is his magic. When his father disowns him from not only the family, but also his clan, Shamus knows the resulting upsurge in his magic will eventually burn him out. Instead of concentrating on finding a solution to his problem, his thoughts remain on the most irritating man he has ever met, Zee.
Zee is a water sprite hiding a dark secret, one that led to the death of his only lover. He can’t let anyone in, can’t let anyone close—it isn’t safe. While he has been able to keep his distance from everyone so far, a redheaded leprechaun with a smart mouth and irresistibly shiny toys tests his resolve.
Zee hates Shamus and delights in irritating him, but when the leprechaun goes missing, Zee is going to have to decide if he really hates Shamus after all, or if he is just lying to himself.
Lucien was forced to walk away from love years ago, so when fate offers him a second chance, he grasps it with both hands and refuses to let go.
Perry has changed a lot since they last saw each other, including the fact that he is now a falcon shapeshifter who has spent the past few years enslaved to a mutual enemy. What hasn’t changed, though, is the feelings that burn between them.
When Perry’s ex-captors decide they want him back, leaving little trace of the abduction behind, Lucien has to learn that just weathering a storm isn’t always enough. Sometimes, you need to ride the lightning, too.
Jumping through a Mage portal on some sort of instinctual autopilot probably hadn’t been the best decision of Morgan’s life, but it did lead him to two pieces of his soul, trapped in not only a cage, but also their animal forms.
Owen and Ridley never thought they’d be free again, living a life of captivity and pain, until a sexy Guardian breaks them out and offers them forever.
While Ridley hungers for Morgan, Owen just wishes the mate-stealing merman would walk away and forget about them both. He may not have to worry about his future for long, though. It’s Halloween, and the veil is once again at its weakest. Denzel has failed to break through before, but this time, he has a secret weapon…
Half an inch. Roman’s life has been taken over and destroyed by half an inch of poison-filled metal. Unable to deny the control Denzel now holds over him, Roman is no better than a puppet, controlled and used in however horrifying way the shadowkin leader orders. He longs for his freedom, an escape before he is forced to kill again, but without the ability to so much as lift a finger by his own choice, the most he can pray for is a merciful end.
Dorian is a Gregorian angel, tasked with witnessing the events of man, yet forbidden to interfere in any way. The consequences of breaking the Gregorian covenant are final, fatal, but something about Roman, the demon he finds imprisoned by the shadow elves, has him longing to break all the rules. Torn between duty and what his heart is telling him is right, Dorian chooses to fall, to touch the demon regardless of what the consequences will mean. He knows he has made the right decision and will happily live out the rest of his life with his choice, for however short that now might be.