c 2010 Renee Silverman  Glynnis Campbell, Author

c 2010 Renee Silverman
Glynnis Campbell, Author

Name Glynnis Campbell


Cough-cough…what was the question again?

Where are you from

I’m a third-generation Californian.

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc

Before I was an author, I was a ballerina, a choir accompanist, a singer, a typographer, a film score composer, a transcriber, and a voiceover actor. My degree is in Vocal Performance, and I sang both opera in college and rock-and-roll on CBS Records with an all-girl band called The Pinups. You can hear my voice in the computer games Diablo and Starcraft, and I starred in an animated series on MTV called “The Maxx.” I’m married to my high school sweetheart, who is currently the bass player for the classic rock band, America, and I have two grown kids.

Fiona: Tell us your latest news?

I just released NATIVE WOLF, a Native American historical romance. It’s a book of my heart, set in my home town of Paradise, California, and it’s the sequel to NATIVE GOLD, a Gold Rush novel. I’m currently returning to medieval Scotland to write a holiday novella called THE HANDFASTING.

Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I’ve written ever since I could hold a pencil. I still have books of poetry from the first grade!

Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I didn’t really call myself a writer until I’d published my first book in 2000.

Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?

My best friend in high school and I were Anglophiles, and we loved the Middle Ages. We read Kathleen Woodiwiss books together and decided we should try to write a historical romance. It turned out that while my friend loved history, she didn’t love writing, so that never happened. But after several years, I finally wrote a medieval romance on my own, calling her occasionally to verify the historical accuracy. It turned into a mega-book, so I cut it up into three books, which became my first published novels—MY CHAMPION, MY WARRIOR, and MY HERO.

Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?

I don’t do detailed outlines, nor do I write by the seat of my pants. I’m somewhere in between. I tend to polish as I go, so when I reach the end of the book, it’s pretty much done. I’ve tried to write with a serious voice, but humor always sneaks into my writing.

Fiona: How did you come up with the title?

For NATIVE WOLF, I wanted to evoke the Native American genre without resorting to “savage,” which has been used a lot. The wolf is my hero’s spirit animal and part of his name. The third book in the series, which features his twin brother, will be called NATIVE HAWK.

Fiona: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

A lot of my writing revolves around transcending prejudice—whether it’s about birthplace, social class, race, or religion. I like stories where people can transcend their differences to find romance—Romeo and Juliet, but with a happy ending.

Fiona: How much of the book is realistic?

The book includes a “trail of tears” march that actually occurred in California. There were intermarriages between the local tribes and the European settlers, as happens in my story. And the setting is my home town stomping grounds, so all of that is accurate, including the dramatic canyon and the spectacular waterfall.

Fiona: Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

All of the characters are fictional, though the march to Nome Cult was a sad-but-true chapter in California’s history.

Fiona: What books have most influenced your life most? a mentor?

The catalyst for my historical romance interest was Kathleen Woodiwiss’s “The Wolf and the Dove.” But before that, I gobbled up an odd assortment of Ray Bradbury, Howard Pyle, Roald Dahl, Edward Eager, and Madeleine L’Engle. My father fostered my interest in knights, pirates, and robbers. My favorite romance authors are Jude Deveraux, Julie Garwood, and Penelope Williamson, and the generous author who mentored me for my first book was Amy Fetzer.

Fiona: What book are you reading now?

I’m in the middle of Marshall Karp’s “NYPD Red 3,” written with James Patterson. I tend to read mostly outside my genre, and this is a crime thriller.

Fiona: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

Because I’m so busy writing, I’m usually at least five years behind everyone else in my reading. I have a huge number of to-be-read books that range from nonfiction history to humorous fiction, from romance to horror. I almost always try to read the latest from Malcolm Gladwell and Stephen King.

Fiona: What are your current projects?

I’m working on THE HANDFASTING, a Highland holiday novella that will tie together two of my series families—the de Wares and the Rivenlochs—which is great fun.

Fiona: Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

I don’t know what I’d do without my 11 writing sisters in the Jewels of Historical Romance. It’s the best support group ever.

Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?

It’s definitely a career, and I put in the hours to prove it! There’s no real down time, and I’m always focused on what’s next to keep the momentum going.

Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

Wow, that’s an interesting question. I think, since I just published my latest book, I wouldn’t change a thing. If you ask me five years from now, that might alter my answer.

Fiona: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

Maybe because I was shy, writing as a means of expression came very naturally to me. I’ve always been amazed by the ability of books to transport me to different times and different worlds, and that’s something I enjoy giving to other readers.

Fiona: Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Here’s an excerpt from NATIVE WOLF:


He was truly massive, larger than any man she’d ever seen, broad of shoulder and chest. The muscles of his arms strained the blue flannel of his shirt, and his hands looked big enough to hide a whole poker deck.

But it wasn’t his size that made her throat go suddenly dry.

The man was devilishly handsome. She could see now that he wasn’t a full-blooded native. His short black hair had a slight curl to it, and his chin was dark with stubble. His skin was as golden as wild honey, and his teeth were snowy white where his lips parted. Deep, brooding eyes, shadowed by fatigue, shone like marbles of obsidian as he scrutinized her. And again, something about him looked curiously familiar.

“Ah, hell.”

She blinked, impressed by his command of English, if not his vocabulary.

But the next word she pretended she didn’t hear. He turned his back to her and kicked hard at the dirt, raking his hair back with both hands.

She wondered why he was upset. He had no reason to blacken the air with his cussing. He wasn’t the one trussed up like a steer for branding. He wasn’t the one stolen from a snug home and dragged across the hills half the night in his unmentionables. His throat wasn’t as dry as gunpowder, and his legs weren’t bloody with thistle scratches.

He spun back around, glaring at her as if she were somehow to blame. She tried to glare back at him. But Thunder chose that inopportune moment to amble forward, stretching his neck down for a choice bunch of clover. Claire’s eyes widened as she began to slide inexorably, helplessly from the horse toward the hard-packed earth.

The instant Chase saw the panic in those big, beautiful green eyes, he instinctively lunged forward and caught the woman before she could slide off. Unfortunately, his efforts trapped her awkwardly between the horse’s shoulder and his own chest. Her eyes widened even more, and he cursed, realizing that with her hands tied behind her, she could lend him no assistance whatsoever.

She slipped down his body, inch by delicious inch. Her soft breasts were crushed against his hard ribs, and her flimsy petticoat rode halfway up her legs before he could disentangle himself from her. At last he managed to get her feet on the ground.

Now if he could only regain his own balance.

What the hell had he been thinking last night, stealing a white woman? Whatever was in that whiskey, it must have robbed him of his last bit of sense, making him believe he had a hunger for vengeance and the stomach for violence.

Chase wasn’t a killer. Or a kidnapper. Hell, he wouldn’t go out of his way to step on a spider. Cruelty didn’t come naturally to him.

Neither did embracing a beautiful woman. Women didn’t come close to Chase much. His size usually scared them off. And if that didn’t do it, his scowl would.

Not this one. The lady might be a tiny thing, as pale as a flower, as delicate as a fawn. But there was strength in her spirit, fire in her heart. Damn, even in his sleep, his body had gotten riled up over her.

A moment passed before Chase realized his arms were still wrapped around the woman. Outrage sparked in her eyes, and he released her like a white-hot poker.

She probably figured he meant to ravage her. He was sure white men did such things. But Chase would no sooner take a woman against her will than he’d brand an animal.

He stepped away, shaken, but managed to keep enough wits about him to gather the end of the rope in his fist so she wouldn’t run off and get herself into worse trouble. Then he sank down onto the trunk of a fallen tree to consider his predicament.

Damn! Why hadn’t he listened to Drew? Chase had had more whiskey than sense last night. And today, unlike the sweet flavor of revenge he’d imagined, the reality of holding a helpless woman captive left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing sideways at his hostage, who looked like some beautiful snow-white angel dropped out of heaven into the dirt. What the hell had he done?

A half-breed couldn’t kidnap a white woman, particularly the wife of a rich rancher, and not expect half the population to come after him with guns blazing.

Worse, the horse he’d borrowed was a fine-looking animal, probably breeding stock. Hell, Parker might mourn the loss of his stallion more than his wife. Chase didn’t know what they did to a man who took another man’s woman, but they hanged you for horse thieving.

He scratched uneasily at his throat.

Vengeance had seemed like such a good idea last night. Now it felt like the biggest mistake of his life.

Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Sometimes my characters have a mind of their own and don’t want to do what I need them to do. In the end, they usually get their way.

Fiona: Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

In historical romance, I’ve always loved Jude Deveraux. She has memorable characters, pays attention to detail, and writes with surprise, heart, and humor.

Fiona: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

“Have” to travel or “get” to travel? I love traveling and do it every chance I get. I’ve made a number of trips to Scotland, and having a research purpose and experts to interview makes the experience that much more interesting. My first books, however, were written from sheer imagination. I don’t absolutely need to go to the places I write about, but it helps bring the settings to life.

Fiona: Who designed the covers?

I always choose the cover photos, but some of my cover art has been designed by my husband and some by my good friend and sister author, Tanya Anne Crosby.

Fiona: What was the hardest part of writing your book?

The most difficult part of writing NATIVE WOLF was researching the history of the area in 1875. Mining and logging physically changed the terrain. Some places that were once thriving towns are now wilderness. Flumes that were once used as log chutes are currently skeletal remains. Also, the Native American population has almost disappeared, so much of the language has been lost.

Fiona: Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

I learned a lot that I didn’t know about the history of my home town. I also learned what local plants to eat if I ever need to survive in the woods!

Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?

Don’t write unless you absolutely MUST. Unless you have a passion for it, it’s a lot of work that sometimes comes with a lot of rejection. Your joy must be intense enough to sustain you through the struggle.

Fiona: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I think of my readers as my family. Even though we may live in different places and lead different lives, we have something we share. I have a group on Facebook—Glynnis Campbell Reader’s Clan—where I enjoy chatting with my reader family and giving them a peek behind the scenes.

Fiona: Do you remember the first book you read?

I don’t remember the very first book, but I had a lot of Golden Books as a child with nursery rhymes and fairy tales, plus Dr. Seuss.

Fiona: What makes you laugh/cry?

I laugh a lot, mostly at my family’s witty banter. I sometimes tear up over silly, sentimental commercials.

Fiona: Is there one person pass or present you would meet and why?

I would like to meet William Shakespeare. He was a brilliant wordsmith, inventing many of the best words and expressions we know today.

Fiona: What do you want written on your head stone and why ?

“BRB” Okay, just kidding. Honestly, I’ll be happy if they spell my name right.

Fiona: Other than writing do you have any hobbies ?

I love to sing and dance, like to garden and do Pilates, and I bicycle almost every weekend. I’m also a movie buff. But my favorite thing is traveling with my husband.

Fiona: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?

Anything by Joss Whedon. I actually like a wide variety of genres, including comedy, action, drama, sci fi, fantasy, romance, and quirky indie films.

Fiona: Favorite foods / Colors/ Music

Homemade chocolate chip cookies are my favorite, which means I only make them once a year so I won’t weigh 400 pounds! My favorite color is iridescent teal. And my taste in music is as eclectic as my taste in books and film, ranging from classical to rock and roll, from Celtic to bluegrass. Of course, my favorite band is America, for obvious reasons!

Fiona: If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?

I could have continued to be a singer/voiceover actor. I also think scientific research might have been an interesting field, especially if I could help the planet.

Fiona: Do you have a blog/website? If so what is it?

My website is www.glynnis.net. I don’t have a blog, but I hang out online! Here is my social network info:





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These are the Amazon links to my books.


The Warrior Maids of Rivenloch:

THE SHIPWRECK (novella) – http://bit.ly/SHIP4Kindle

LADY DANGER – http://bit.ly/LD4Kindle

CAPTIVE HEART – http://bit.ly/CH4Kindle

KNIGHT’S PRIZE – http://bit.ly/KP4Kindle

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The Knights of de Ware:

MY CHAMPION – http://bit.ly/MC4Kindle

MY WARRIOR – http://bit.ly/MW4Kindle

MY HERO – http://bit.ly/MH4Kindle


Medieval Outlaws:

DANGER’S KISS – http://bit.ly/DK4Kindle


PASSION’S EXILE – http://bit.ly/PE4Kindle

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Scottish Lasses:

THE OUTCAST (novella) – http://bit.ly/OUT4Kindle

MacFARLAND’S LASS – http://bit.ly/McF4Kindle

MacADAM’S LASS – http://bit.ly/MacA4Kindle


California Legends:

NATIVE GOLD – http://bit.ly/NG4Kindle

NATIVE WOLF – http://bit.ly/NW4Kindle