Lorenz Font discovered her love of writing after reading a celebrated novel that inspired one idea after another. Hunted, the first book of The Gates Legacy trilogy, is her debut novel. Written in forty-five days, the grueling writing schedule was a personal challenge, even though she thought it was madness at first.
She enjoys dabbling in different genres with an intense focus on angst and the redemption of flawed characters. Her fascination with romantic twists is a mainstay in all her stories.
Big huge Thanks to Lorenz Font for stopping by today to tell us a little about herself and what inspired her to start writing! Check it out -
We all start from somewhere and I’m proud to say that I waded in the fan fiction arena for a few years before I turned to writing my original ideas. Don’t get me wrong, my fascination with Edward Cullen is as strong as ever, but I’ve moved on.
I’m thankful for the fandom that got me started. Back in high school, many moons ago, I wrote a story about high school kids and what they go through on a daily basis. It was light, fun and…well, missing. The draft is nowhere to be found. I’m not certain if I should be thankful as I’m sure that cringing will be expected once I revisit the lost relic. LOL
That would have to be my first attempt at writing, and the rest were book reports, essays and school requisites. After college, I moved on to start a family right away and writing had been forgotten. Little did I know that a sparkly vampire would be the key to finding my inner writer again.
Big Thanks again to the beautiful Lorenz for stopping by Lori's Book Blog! I can't wait to read Hunted and I think y'all should most definitely add it to your Goodreads TBR!!!
Check out this awesome excerpt from Lorenz Font's Hunted:
“There really isn’t a second scenario, we’re dead set and conceptually right about the first one.” Pritchard chuckled. Harrow hissed under his breath, unable to control his hunger any longer. “You need to feed. I know Tor rudely interrupted your dinner. Intel confirms that needle in your pocket, meant you’re not advocating the spread of the disease, am I right?”
Harrow shuddered before nodding. His could feel his strength fading and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. This human, in all of his infinite wisdom, should give him his neck and be done with.
“I know what you’re thinking Harrow,” Pritchard laughed without humor. “I’m not the enemy here, or your dinner. I will take you to a cell for now, where you will be fed donated blood until we find a cure for that ailment. Neither of you are prisoners here, but until we are certain that you’re not a threat to us humans, you will not be allowed to move around freely.”
Pritchard rose to his feet. “Follow me,” he told Harrow.
“What about these damn cuffs on our leg, we’re not animals you know.” Tor said and his voice thundered through the room. He was already up on his feet and facing off with Lambert, who was sporting a push dagger, notably of Dangeran material.
“They are trackers, in case you are out there,” Lambert motioned with his hand. “We will know how to find you.”
“Just like we’re dogs, right?” Tor said distastefully.
“Yes, but very special dogs,” Lambert said, taunting as he grabbed Tor’s elbow and shoved him forward to follow Pritchard and Harrow. They were already walking down the long corridor that eventually led them to a windowless suite. The furnishings were top-rated, lavish to be exact. There were two king-sized beds, a state of the art sound system sitting next to a giant television, expensive looking art adorned the wall, and plush carpeting to boot.