Shadow Watcher takes place in the month of November. The month was an obvious choice for me when I started to write Ryan and Sophie’s story. Sophie loves the cold, the rain, and at this point in the story, her mood ventures toward the darker side of things. After all, she’s killed demon assassins for the past three years to protect the ex-boyfriend who had murdered her. There would be no sunshine for her, or her love interest, ex-homicide detective, Ryan Campbell.

Two lost and lonely souls with one man who stands in the way of their happiness — Sophie’s vengeful brother, Cage Steele. Gloom and doom. A bit of dark foreshadowing. The rain that falls at the most inopportune times. Yet sprinkled in Shadow Watcher are bits of sunshine. When? How about when Sophie rides across the floating bridge to finally sever her ties with the man from her past?

And the rain wasn’t all bad. There’s the hot scene in the parking garage. A downpour. Making out in a darkened corner. Body molded to the power of a black Camaro while being kissed senseless. You catch my drift. Here the rain is no longer dark, but rather sensual. Yet at the end of the scene, there’s a hint of longing and possibly regret on Sophie’s part.

When the rain comes or when you think of rain falling, how does it make you feel? For me, it depends on my mood, just like my heroine’s. Certain days, I love the sight, sound and smell of rain. I’ll curl up on the couch with a good book on my lap and a cup of hot tea on the sofa table beside me. Other times, I dread walking in a downpour as I catch the train to work. It’s a love-hate relationship. But the same can be said of the sun. How do you use weather as a secondary character?