Her joy for
scary suspense is evident in each of her books. She has had several
accomplishments, including fighting for the top spot in the rankings with
author Stephanie Myers, receiving glowing reviews as well as interviews on
local television and reviews and interviews in The Romantic Times Magazine.
When not
writing, Shiela spends her time with the love of her life, William, and their
children and grandchildren. Her strong affection for animals is evident in the
many cats she cares for.
Her favorite
time of the day is at sunset.
2020 Character Interview
Beverley: What’s your name?
C.J.: Hi, my
name is C.J. Dowling and I’m a medium. For those that don’t know what a medium
is, I can communicate with the dead.
Beverley: Where did you grow up?
C.J.: I was born and raised in Vancouver, British Columbia.
Beverley:
During what time period does your
story take place?
C.J.: It mostly takes place in modern time, with glimpses into
the early 1900’s.
Beverley: What’s your story/back story? Why would someone come up
with a story about you?
C.J.: How many mediums do you know? It’s not something most
people talk about. When I was approached with the idea for the book, I jumped
at the opportunity. I first discovered my ability at a very young age. As you
can probably guess, no one believed me. I’ve spent practically my entire life
being laughed at or accused of being a fraud. By sharing my story, I hope
others with my type of ability will feel comfortable using their powers and not
listen to the nay-sayers.
Beverley: What’s your goal in
this story?
C.J.: To tell the truth about several innocent lives who were
prey to a sick man's desires. He was a prominent doctor who used his licence to
prey on innocent people.
Beverley: What conflicts are you facing?
C.J.: I can’t give too much away, but I can say an angry spirit
is the primary conflict.
Beverley: Do you have a plan for
resolving them?
C.J.: Originally I planned to go in, help usher the spirits to
their peace and leave. Case solved. I wasn’t prepared for what I discovered.
Beverley: Is there anything else you’d like us
to know about you?
C.J.: I can be very stubborn and persistent. I won’t stop until
everything is resolved, no matter what stands in my way.
Blurb for Secrets of the Dead:
Jessica Coltrane is a die-hard sceptic who believes that ghosts and
paranormal activity are nothing more than a figment of an overactive
imagination. That is until she finds herself locked inside a haunted house with
the enigmatic paranormal investigator C.J. Dowling.
Born with the ability to see and speak to the dead, C.J. Dowling thought
investigating a haunted house would be a job like many others. He’s prepared
for anything—except smart and sexy Jessica.
Working together in close quarters, C.J. and Jessica discover it isn’t only negative tension between the two, but sexual as well. Giving into their desires seemed like a good idea at the time, until they wake and find the spirits thought otherwise. Trapped with the ghost of a child long forgotten, an amorous entity that is threatening Jessica, and a powder keg of a spine-tingling mystery that might just be better left buried.
Excerpt from Secrets of the Dead:
Something
tickled her nose. Using her hand, she tried to swipe it away and felt the brush
of hair against her knuckles. Planting her hand, she felt the warm flesh
beneath her palm.
Recognition
hit and woke her with an angry slap. Eyes shooting open, she sat up quickly and
instantly regretted it when the room spun wildly around her. Laying back down,
closing her eyes, she waited out the dizziness the hangover caused. Her mind
raced to the night before.
The
soft ache in her loins reminded her of what she’d done. Carefully opening her
eyes, she turned her head to see a naked C.J. beside her.
“Oh,
God.” She looked over his naked body, remembering how good it felt having him
inside her. She hadn’t been that drunk that she couldn’t remember the event,
and lord, what an event it had been. They had literally torn each other’s
clothing off. She’d been an animal, which was so not like her.
What
did they do now? Would they go on as they had been, sniping at each other,
treat this as a one-night fling and move on? In truth, the guy irritated the
hell out of her, yet he’d made her feel so incredible the night before. How was
she supposed to respond to him now, after sharing something so intimate?
“Dowling,”
she spoke quietly. “Dowling.” When he moaned, she slapped his chest. “Dowling!”
“Jesus.”
“Wake
up.”
“I’m
awake.” He looked at her with a smile. “Morning.” Then his eyes went wide.
“Holy hell.” He bolted upright and jumped to his feet, nearly knocking her
over. “Oh, my God.”
“What
the hell?” The sofa stood on its end, two sitting chairs slammed up right
against it, all pushed against the window. The coffee and end tables stood one
on top of the other, in front of the fireplace.
Carefully,
Jessie stood up, waiting out the dizziness. She had to rub her eyes to make
sure she wasn’t seeing things. It looked like a hurricane had blown through.
“How…”
“I need
to check my equipment.” He flew off, still nude, and she got one hell of a look
at his ass.
She saw
her shirt by the fireplace, straps torn. She couldn’t exactly wear it in its
condition. Spotting his shirt hanging over the couch, she grabbed it and put it
on. It barely covered her, but would have to do for now.
“This
is incredible. The meters went off the scale. The temperature recorded several
degrees below freezing at one point. It didn’t last long, though, as it rose
exponentially. And we slept through it all. Damn, I have never seen anything
like this before. It’s phenomenal.”
“You’re
naked, you know?”
“What?”
He didn’t even look up.
“You’re
naked.” She tossed him his jeans, hitting him square in the face.
Unaffected
by it, he grabbed the jeans and slipped into them using his free hand. It amused her to watch him shimmy into his
tight jeans, jumping from one foot to the other. “The cameras!” He rushed to
the video equipment as he did up his pants. “Do you know what this means?”
“That
you were a busy boy last night.”
He looked
at her, confused. “Beg pardon?”
“I
don’t know how you managed it all alone, but I give you credit for a job well
done.”
“You
think I did all of this?”
“No, I
know you did all of this. Boy, you’ll do anything to make me a believer.”
His
eyes narrowed and his voice dipped an octave. “You think I did all of this just
to make you believe there are ghosts here?”
“Well…yeah.”
“Fine.”
Walking to her, he grabbed her arm and led her to the camera.
“Let go
of me.”
“Not
until you see this.” Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her to face the
monitor attached to one of the cameras. “Watch.” He pressed play.
Folding
her arms across her chest, Jessie glared at the screen. He’d recorded them
having sex.
“Oh my
God, you taped us making out? How could you?”
“I have
my cameras set on timers that begin taping on their own. I didn’t know we were
going to go at it like rabbits last night. Watch.”
“You
will erase those tapes,” she insisted, then grunted when he turned her face
back to the monitor. “What the hell?”
“Keep
watching.”
She
couldn’t pry her eyes away if she tried. The furniture lifted in the air, spun
around wildly before they slammed in front of the fireplace and window. “Oh my
god!”
“My
sentiments exactly. I need to check the rest of the house.” He left her
mesmerized in front of the TV.
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the Dead:
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