Amy J Hamilton feels about 300 years old, writes Erotica/Sci-Fi/Humour, hails from another planet and is married with two teenage kids. The family has a house full of animals. Tropical fish, a degu called Sam (it's not a rodent). He's a small fluffy thing with a long tail, bigger than a hamster, smaller than an elephant. Crunch the tortoise still fits in the palm of a hand. He/she/who can tell, seems OK, eats stuff, sits under light, sleeps, grows, doesn't talk yet. Cossie the bearded dragon talks and can fly whilst breathing fire. She’s well trained. There hasn't been "an incident" with the fire brigade for a while.
Amy runs a small business in her spare time when she’s not writing, or thinking about writing, or thinking "I really should be writing right now."
Recent tests revealing coffee in place of blood confirmed the long-held suspicion that Amy really is fuelled by caffeine.
When did you first start writing?
Gosh, that's going back a bit. I believe I was 8 when I first started writing. OK it was only writing a journal but years after that I looked back on a few of them and was suitably impressed. I could never really write at secondary school, they wanted different creative writing to what I wanted to write. I found it difficult to conform to the mundane story lines that met with their approval. Or maybe I was just bad at it.
What motivated you to become an indie author?
Ha, how about getting fed up with rejection after rejection from the mainstream publishing world? "We love your style, but...", "It's not quite what we're looking for." Or the classic "Give us £2300 up front and we'll publish your book for you." I burst out laughing, they might as well have asked for millions.
A skeleton crew, still raw from gene therapy, must leave behind their loved ones and travel to Enceffia in a desperate rescue bid.
Will they find survivors, or death, from the planet itself or rebellious Hunter forces hell-bent on destroying the Alliance?
Will they prevail? Or will they let their clothes fall where they may?
Tall, handsome and out of his depth, Dayton Bracknell's team is rolling out genetic modifications to create super soldiers. Armed only with the codes to the vending machines on their moon base, Day has no chance understanding the science behind it all. Their planet is under attack from rebels and a virus outbreak, but on the moon failed experiments need to be contained.