Rose Pressey is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She enjoys writing quirky and fun novels with a paranormal twist. The paranormal has always captured her interest. The thought of finding answers to the unexplained fascinates her.
When she’s not writing about werewolves, vampires and every other supernatural creature, she loves eating cupcakes with sprinkles, reading, spending time with family, and listening to oldies from the fifties.
Rose lives in the beautiful commonwealth of Kentucky with her husband, son and three sassy Chihuahuas.
TDBW: When did you start writing?
Rose: Eight years ago. I started thinking about writing a book probably 14 years ago.
TDBW: What was the first story you remember writing?
Rose: In fifth grade I wrote a story about a haunted house, a little girl, and a black cat. Some things never change.
TDBW: What genre is your most preferred?
TDBW: What challenges you the most in your writing?
Rose: I’m not sure. Possibly dialogue. I want to make sure it seems natural.
TDBW: What is your favorite thing about being an author?
Rose: Sharing my stories with others and having awesome adventures in my mind.
TDBW: What do you like least about being an author?
Rose: Writing a synopsis.
TDBW: How many books do you currently have available?
Rose: 31 including the book out later this month.
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TDBW: What projects are you currently working on?
Rose: Book 5 of the Halloween LaVeau series, book 4 of the Haunted Vintage Mystery Series, and book 1 of a new paranormal mystery series.
TDBW: Do you have any books coming out soon?
Rose: Halloween LaVeau book 5 and Haunted Vintage Mystery Series book 3 on October 27.
TDBW: Which book, or series, is your favorite?
Rose: That’s a tough decision. I love them all. I guess right now I’d pick the Haunted Tour Guide Series or the Haunted Vintage Series.
TDBW: Who are some of your favorite authors?
Rose: I enjoy Janet Evanovich, Mary Kay Andrews, and Sophie Kinsella. There are just too many to list.
TDBW: Which book(s) inspire you the most?
Rose: Any mystery.
TDBW: Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what band(s) do you play?
Rose: Not usually unless it’s music with no lyrics. I catch myself singing along and not writing.
TDBW: Any hobbies?
Rose: Home decorating, shopping on a budget, visiting haunted and historic locations.
TDBW: Tell us some more about yourself including your website and where we can find you on social media sites:
Rose: I live in an old house in Kentucky with my husband. I have two adorable chihuahuas that keep me entertained.
My website: www.rosepressey.com
TDBW: Care to share a bit of one of your books with us?
Rose: Here’s a sample from These Haunts Are Made For Walking.
I told myself that the shadow seen out of the corner of my eye was just the wind stirring the tree branches. In reality it was probably a spirit.
Darkness had settled like a thick blanket over the town of Devil’s Moon. Such an appropriate name for a town full of spirits.
Our town had ghosts, but it could be argued that we had more than our share.
In the distance the low rattle of thunder let us know the storm was inching its way toward us.
Fallen leaves danced in the wind around our feet.
I was leading a small group of people on the town’s only haunted tour.
My name is Ripley Van Raden, but everyone calls me Rip. Or R.I.P. How convenient that I was the one and only tour guide for the walking tour and my nickname matched the part.
The friendly gathering of people had followed me as I guided them from one haunted location to the other.
Now we’d reached one of the more spooky locations on my tour.
“Does this this place really have ghosts?” a dark-haired girl wearing a Devil’s Moon High School jacket asked.
That was my alma mater, but it had been fifteen years since graduation.
The girl held her flashlight under her chin, casting a glow on her face and making the braces on her teeth gleam.
“Yes, it is haunted,” I said with a serious face.
The rest of the group laughed at the girl’s clowning around. “Amber, don’t distract the lady.”
I assumed the woman speaking was Amber’s mother since they looked just alike.
My group consisted of ten people tonight. The mother and daughter, two couples who looked as if it was double-date night, and a group of three women and two men.
I had handed out flashlights when the tour started. The lights weren’t to add to the spookiness—no, they were so I didn’t have to help someone with a twisted ankle.
Every time I did the tour I prayed no one fell because they couldn’t see where they were walking.
“The Travel Channel listed this as one of the most haunted places in America.” I gestured toward the old stone building.
With widened eyes, my audience followed the direction of my pointing finger.
The walls of the building were thirty inches thick and black iron bars covered the small windows.
A wooden stockade where they used to keep prisoners stood on the front lawn.
“This is the old city jail, which is rumored to be haunted by the former jailer from the early 1800s.
Apparitions, whispers, footsteps and cold spots have been reported throughout the building,” I said.
The group stood in silence for a moment as they absorbed the scene, then I started down the sidewalk again with the crowd following my lead.
As I made my way around the building, the group continued to shadow me closely, like ducklings following the mother duck.
Behind the old jail was a graveyard that dated back to the 1700s. The tall iron gate looked as if it would collapse soon, but no matter the wind, it wasn’t going anywhere.