Charlene A. Wilson is an author of tales that take you to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue to immerse you into the lives of her characters.
She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so amazing she brought them to life through her books.
Charlene resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters, husband, a cuddly Pekingese, and a very chatty cockatiel named Todder.
Charlene was a good sport to answer my crazy questions.
In 5 words, please describe your “Romance Writing Style.” Original, sensual, forever, love stories.
What is your “girlie girl” thing? I.e. getting your hair done? Nails? Shopping? Gossiping? Chick flicks? Love, love those mani-pedi moments. ïŠ And those hair moments. And those giggling with the girls moments.
This or That:
~ Wine or Beer? drink like a girl. Make it light, but no beer.
~ Sex in the City or Caroline in the City? Caroline
~ Perfume or Jewelry? Gimme the jewels!
~ Painted nails or Au Natural? Painted
~ Tall or Dark or Handsome? Yes
~ Romantic Dinner at Home or Out? Out.
~ Roses or Lilies? Lilies
~ Diamond or Emeralds? Ooo, Diamonds *all colors, sparklie!*
~ Pirates or Ninjas? Ummâ€¦ yeah
Do your leading men come from any place in particular? Dreams? Movie stars? Your partner? Past partners? Theyâ€™ve come from dreams so far (dangerous, hot, and unyielding), but stories wait in the wings that were spurred by people I know.
If your sweetheart wanted to sweep you off your feet, what would they need to do?? Ooo! Soft music, beautiful bouqet of mixed flowers, a home cooked meal served beside the fire on a soft comforter (no table required), light bubbly, total eye contact, light fingertips along my face and hair that leads to a little footsie play, etc., etc., etcâ€¦ *wink*
Do you ever daydream about people you see at the park? Airport? Train station? Mall? And build romance scenes around them while you daydream? Everyone is subject to be a character in one of my stories. If they fit the part, thereâ€™s likely a scene going on up there!
What do you do in your down time? Umâ€¦ sleep? Lol! I have teens (love, love their activities which are many!), a husband (love, love him bunches!), and am caregiver to my mother (the sweetest woman in the world!). Actually, my downtime is actually my writing time, when I can let my dreams come to life. *smile*
When you go to Starbucks or Jamba Juice, what do you order? Love the fruity cream drinks. Am I a traitor to my profession for not loving coffee? 😉
When you walk into a book store, where do you head first? Romance section!!
If we sneaked a peek in your purse right now, what would we find? I wonâ€™t put you through the kitchen sink listâ€¦ but half of it belongs to my kids. Lol
In 4 words, describe yourself. Airhead, hugger, dreamer, and panic button. (Okay, that last one was two, but shoot me.)
Top ten snacks while writing: Cheese â€˜n Crackers
Wow, you really want ten?
For centuries, Cole Shilo has harvested the homeless, wiped their memories, and delivered them as servants to the nobles of Cornerstone Deep. When Cole is sent to harvest a second-class woman who has broken curfew, he expects no different. But Anna Sinclairâ€™s soul calls out to him. Soul mates arenâ€™t possible on Cornerstone Deepâ€¦
â€œMy life is a mirage of endless time. But you engulf me, rivet my mind, encompass my soul.â€
Cole unstopped the slender vial and gently lifted Annaâ€™s head to administer the potion. As he carefully tipped the container to her lips, tremors traveled down his forearms. His hands quaked. The amber liquid jumped to the brim and he quickly tilted it upright. Gods, Cole, control yourself. She needs every drop.
A soft palm rested on his wrist and Coleâ€™s gaze shot to Elainaâ€™s. When had she returned and how did he not pick up on the strong compassion emitting from her when she had? Her blue eyes looked deep into his, understanding with a touch of sadness. â€œLet me do that, Cole. Youâ€™ve been through enough.â€
He wasnâ€™t sure if the tremors were from anticipating a fortunate outcome or from sheer anxiety over the whole ordeal, but he accepted her tender attention as a blessing. Vincentâ€™s intervention with her was evident. He watched as she patiently poured small measures into Annaâ€™s mouth.
Elaina turned to Cole and lifted the emptied container. â€œWell, thatâ€™s it. She got it all.â€
He sighed. â€œThank you.â€
â€œAnything, Cole.â€ She smiled and set the vial on the bed stand. â€œWhat about you? Can I get you a drink? It might calm you some.â€
Nodding, he offered a small smile.
â€œGood, then. Iâ€™ll be right back.â€
As she closed the door behind her, Cole eased himself onto the bed. â€œDonâ€™t give up, Anna.â€ His faint words were swallowed by the silence of the room. â€œIâ€™ll fix this and see to it nothing ever happens to you again.â€ Brushing his fingertips over her hair, he solemnly whispered a plea. â€œDonâ€™t leave me.â€
Her soft locks sent countless memories rushing through his mindâ€”her smile, cheeky comments, blue eyes dancing as if life itself was a game. Her Arylinite spirit embraced every moment of love, able to see beneath faÃ§ades that others deemed as truth. He sighed, knowing that side of her may have been unique to that lifetimeâ€”a result of her specialized upbringing in the Arylin colony of the northern territory.
He tilted his head and gazed over her still face. Her features were remarkably similar to Miannaâ€™s. The gentle slope of her nose, the way she chose to wear her dark hair long, and he couldnâ€™t deny her blue eyes when sheâ€™d looked at him. He cupped her cheek with his hand, gently stroking her lips with his thumb. They curved from a bow-tie center into a natural smile. So soft. Inviting. He leaned to her and lightly kissed them, then leaned his cheek to hers.
â€œTalk to me, Anna.â€ His breath was a plea. As much as he knew no answer would come, his heart called to her with his deepest wish.
He brushed his fingers down her neck to her chest, tenderly caressing her pale skin at the neckline of her gown. A strained pause caught his throat as he lightly followed her breast to her ribcage. â€œWhatâ€™s in your heart?â€
The tiny circles he drew on the thin fabric fed his longing for her touch. Supple creases followed his motion. To have her arms around him, the love they brought, had given him unmitigated comfort in a past life. It could be so again.
â€œMy life was yours.â€ He kissed the circles he created. â€œEvery moment, I found joy in you.â€
He looked at her closed eyes. â€œPlease, donâ€™t leave me. Please promise youâ€™ll be mine again.â€
No emotion showed upon the visage of his love, but distant echoes of vows lighted his soul.
â€œOpen to me.â€ He wondered if his whispered thought could possibly reach her unconscious mind. â€œSpeak to me with your soul.â€
Her lips parted and a chill flew through him. He waited, listened intently. Weak sensations touched his senses. â€œAnna,â€ he said aloud, hope rising. He cupped his palm to her cheek again. â€œFight for it. Call to me.â€
Anna remained silent.
Coleâ€™s heart ached. Yet, that small reaction spurred his resolve. He framed her face as he lowered to take her lips with his. â€œIâ€™ll help you.â€
The scent of licorice and cream fell from his lips as he called on his Breath of Zephyr. His soulâ€™s voice owned his words. â€œMy life is a mirage of endless time. But you engulf me, rivet my mind, encompass my soul.â€
She inhaled his sensual gift and gasped for deeper intake.
Yes. Hope impossibly filled him. His muscles tightened with expectation. His heart pounded against his chest. â€œCall to me!â€
â€œThe Transformation of Anna is first-rate fantasy, with a healthy dose of romance added in. Wilson has created a plausible, multi-dimensional world complete with gods, mythologies, and engaging characters. The world Wilson has created in The Transformation of Anna is complex, but infinitely and easily accessible to the reader. It’s quite an amazing and impressive work with lots of action and adventure, heroic characters, and an elegant and satisfying romance.â€â€”Jack Mangus, Readersâ€™ Favorite
“The Transformation of Anna by Charlene A. Wilson is a beautifully stunning and deeply touching story of the darkest of treachery, the rebirth of lost love, and the discovery of hidden secrets. Being left absolutely breathless and deeply astonished after reading such an extraordinary story is a new experience for me. I am anything but disappointed in this superbly enchanting and endearingly exhilarating tale of deeply true and lasting love. My heart was captured and lost to this spellbinding journey!”â€”Amber McCallister, The Wonderings of One Person.
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