I've always wanted to be a writer (like most writers, I'm sure) but not until the last few
years have I taken it seriously (after I read a tiny, unknown book called Twilight). I was
always told growing up that I had to get a job and take care of myself, so I pushed my
dream of writing a book to the back of my mind and entered the workforce. Fast-forward
many, many years and here I am, trying to make a go at it.
I stumbled across Blogger in 2010 and my world of writing exploded. I have met (via the
web) so many amazing writers and industry professionals and book bloggers that have
passed on their wisdom and experience and successes and failures. So many, in fact,
that I have no excuse to sit down and write out the stories living in my head. Which is
what I'm now attempting to do.
I enjoy reading more than most other things (well, except maybe for writing. And TV. No
way am I giving up my TV) . I attempt to write YA (paranormal and dystopian) and I love
it.
Blood Born, book one in The Blood Prophecy trilogy, was released by Pendrell Publishing April 24, 2012. Book two, Blood
Awakening, is coming April 2013.
Before I reveal the cover here is the Blurb for a Sliver of Hope
My
twin sister was the only person in the world I thought I’d known inside and
out. Apparently, I was wrong.
Twin sisters
share a unique bond, one that can't be broken by miles, time, or even death.
Hannah and Hope Morton are no exception. When Hope takes her own life, Hannah
loses a sister and a best friend, a catastrophe she isn't sure she'll survive
herself.
With her
family in ruins, Hannah is slowly disappearing, drowning in a sea of misery.
Even her wild, energetic best friend can't pull her out of her grief. Desperate
to help Hannah, her brother comes home from college, bringing his best friend
Julian along, the first boy to break Hannah’s heart. None of their efforts are
enough to pull Hannah off her self destructive path, though. Julian is the only
one who can get through to her, working his way into her frozen soul with cocky
remarks and genuine love that warms her from the inside out.
As
Hannah works to find answers, she continues to uncover new secrets and people
that reveal a side of Hope she had never shared with her twin. Alone now,
Hannah must make a decision of her own: move on and start a new life with the
people she has left, or let the weight of her grief drag her down with her
sister.
If that hasnt got you hooked check out the cover
Isn't it gorgeous?
Author
Bio
Karla
J. Nellenbach divides her time between dayjobbing, writing, and indulging in
her Winchester obsession. The rest of
her day is spent playing butler to a cranky old man masquerading as a housecat
and two rambunctious puppies that closely resemble small horses.
Born
and raised in the wilds of Michigan, she knows two immutable facts: (1) it is
entirely possible to live in a thumb, and (2) you definitely can go home
again…you just might not survive the winter.
Having resided in the sunscape of Florida for the last decade, she’s
still on a quest to see a real live alligator outside of the “petting” zoo.
Jonathan McKnight lost everything in Afghanistan. His left hand, his identical twin and his self-respect. He searches for redemption during a solo backpacking trip into the remote Sawatch Mountains of Colorado and discovers a secret tribe of shifters.
River, the beautiful young shifter that rescues Jonathan from certain death, wants to recruit him. He is equally determined to rescue her from her cult-like society — even if he has to kidnap her. My thoughts I am already a fan of Charlotte Abel's books so I had high expectations when I picked this book up. and I was not disappointed in the slightest. My initial reaction when I finished was... Wow... Just Wow. I loved this book from the first page, and really struggled to put it down. River is one of my favourite female characters, she is so naive to the world of "outsiders" and the effect she as on Jonathan but she is a strong woman and will not be intimidated no matter the challenge she faces. I Loved Jonathan too, he is determined to rescue River from what he believes is a cult society weather she wants to be or not. He as suffered the loss of his Identical twin brother, a loss he struggles to deal with everyday, he doesn't want to lose River too. as his feelings for River grow so does his determination to rescue River I loved the whole shifter story too and the unique way in which the author as found for the community of New Eden to shift. River is expected to court Eli who's only interest in River is so that he can advance his political career and free the woman he loves from a sentence that for most women would be worse than death. I cant think of anything bad to say except I have to wait for the next in the series. The end left me gaping at the book like a monkey as if I expected words to magically appear on my Kindle. I now have two books by Charlotte Abel that I cant wait to get my hands on The next in the Channie series and the next in the Sanctuary Series
1. When Jack was five years old, he managed to get stuck between the washing machine and the dryer.
2. Jack and his twin sister, Jessica, used to be extremely close until he was forced to go to the States for his own safety.
3. Jack’s known about his father’s philandering ways since he was quite small, and was asked to keep them secret.
4. Teasing people and pretending to be a happy-go-lucky sort of guy is the perfect way for Jack to deal with his parents’ problems.
5. Eleonor used to scare the pants off Jack.
6. Jack’s never had a pet of his own.
7. Before the Interment to help him concentrate, his father made him take music lessons. He plays the violin, piano, and trombone.
8. Jack has one other tattoo, a dagger on his right hip.
9. Though everyone thinks he’s dated a lot, Jack’s training prevented him from doing normal things like having a girlfriend. Even if he never admits to it, Baxter’s the first girl he’s ever kissed.
10. Jack’s favorite band is The Libertines.
The Blurb
Time has never been an issue for Baxter Jacobs, but then she never knew she had the ability to Bend it.
As her sixteenth birthday approaches, Baxter inherits a pendant that will change her life. Connected to the pendant is a dark and mysterious young man named Declan Ashdown. Trapped in a Time loop for the past 122 years, Declan needs Baxter’s help to escape. The only problem is, she has no idea how to do it.
To acquire the power she needs to free him, she’ll become one of the Interred, those whose Magical abilities emerge as they come of age. When she does, she’ll discover that Declan isn’t the only one interested in the fact that she’s a Time Bender.
As the Interment arrives, Baxter knows this will be no Sweet Sixteen. A vengeful relative and ruthless Council are determined to control her. Declan’s powerful and charming descendant, Jack Ashdown, claims he can save her. She’ll soon have to decide who she can trust, and how to master her new abilities before Time runs out
Author Bio
Marilyn Almodóvar is the author of a series of YA paranormal novels. Born in Ft. Huachuca, Arizona, Lyn is a lover of words whose reading tastes range from Victorian novels to the books of Stephen King. Her favorite past-times have always been reading and writing, two activities that let her escape to other worlds.
It was this love that propelled her to choose Theater and French as majors in University, with a minor in English Victorian Literature. Lyn lived for almost a decade in England followed by three years in France before returning home to the States. A self-confessed citizen of the world, she is fluent in English, French and Spanish, with basic knowledge of the Italian language.
Lyn could happily exist breathing the clean air of Narnia, trapped in a cupboard under the stairs with Harry, fighting alongside Captain Jack Sparrow, doing an internship in Torchwood, or traveling around time and space with the Doctor…as long as she can have Mr. Spock, Captain Kirk and Captain Mal as companions.
Lyn currently lives in Central Florida with her French husband, English-born eldest son, and French-born youngest son. Her debut YA Novel, Interred, was published by Iambe Books on 01/22/2013. Fissure (Chronicles of the Interred #2) is scheduled for release on 06/22/2013.
Disconnect by Imran Siddiq Series: Divided Worlds Trilogy, #1 Publication date: February 22nd 2013 Genre: YA Sci-Fi
In space, love has boundaries.
Dirtying fingernails in sewers is fast approaching worthlessness for Zachary, a 16-year old Underworld scavenger. When footage of an Overworld girl, Rosa, is discovered, his intrigue heightens at why she expresses sadness with a lavish lifestyle.
In meeting Rosa, Zachary is scorned by her opinion of the deprived. She pities him and provides a means for them to communicate. With time, friendship and something he’s never felt grows; love for another human. Knowing Rosa calls him when it suits her isn’t enough; he wants to meet her, but how? Relationships in Underworld are few, let alone the impossibility with those above the ceiling.
Underworld will suffer when plans to conquer Jupiter’s moon, Europa move ahead. Worse is Rosa’s father, a disgraced Overworld ambassador, approving the plan.
Zachary must defeat the prejudice of the worlds, sneak within opposing forces, lose friends and challenge Rosa’s sadness. In doing so, a twisted secret is uncovered that may devour the reason he lives; Rosa.
Zachary
stopped at the clunk under
his boot.How
had nobody seen the box? With a glance into the darkness of the
Wastelands,
he licked his chapped lips.Taking
the box, Zachary darted past heaps of tottering metallic sheets. So far
today,
he’d scavenged nothing that was worth shoving into the pockets of his knee-
length coat. If there was one thing to beat today, it was the pride-crashing
kick to the guts of returning empty-handed for a fourth day. As the shortest
scavenger of the stall at five foot six, a barren run made him the easiest
target for teasing.
The
stall’s heckles from the day before still chilled him. The quickest rat with the hunting skill of a slug.
But
thoughts of leaving the vast Wastelands with only a handful of screws and
two-inch nails drowned in his anticipation that the jingling in the box would
be ratchets, fuses and battery cells.
Zachary
sprinted along the ledge of the bay to an overhanging bank. Not even the sick
rested amongst the rusty vehicles deserted here. Using his trusted titanium
screwdriver, he teased off the knot of wires beneath the mesh. Why would anyone
take trouble to wrap and then to discard this box?
Whatever, thought Zachary freeing the last clasp of the lid. Inside
there was a folded note, a silver Intercom-transmitter, and an orange-tinted
bracelet. Result! Twiddling
his long, brown hair, he scrutinised the box for hidden compartments within the
padded interior. The smooth texture couldn’t have started life in Underworld,
could it?
Locked
away from light, Underworld was a murky pit in comparison to the rich nature of
Overworld that few had seen, and finds such as these were rare here. Luck
placed Zachary within easy access of the clutter that lay on the west side of
Underworld, the Wastelands. Spending most of his day amongst the sewer pipes
didn’t bother him for it was far better than the dull lanes of District Two. No
day was the same amongst junk. Every gush from the pipes revealed a new
surprise.
Nobody
knew how thick the ceiling was or why its creation blocked Underworld from the
world above. Often Zachary pondered what exactly sat above the ceiling. He
guessed unlimited power, droids with abilities that dwarfed thefunctions of humans, and a life that
didn’t require working in muck. Short hours. Free time.
An
eerie chill climbed his spine at imagining the scattered giant steel support
pillars dropping aside? Would Overworld add to the mess of Underworld? Could
the two worlds of the Galilei Research
Base co-exist? No chance.
What
did it matter? Underworld’s builders had left it to rot.
Zachary
squinted in the darkness at the unbroken chain links on the bracelet and the
deep dent in its centre. Components of music-playing Harmon bracelets weren’t
difficult to locate, though one as complete as this? He clicked his teeth
thinking of when a working bracelet had last been handed to the stall. Longer
than five years at least. There was a harsh rattle as he shook the bracelet. If
he fixed this, it could be enough to save him another day of shame.
More
than that, he could show his dad that scavenging wasn’t a deadbeat job by
putting some good food on the table.
The
Intercom-transmitter, a communication device he’d often see in the hands of a
ruthless looter, felt light in his palm. If this find functioned – he held his
breath – then mushrooms for supper would become a memory. Zachary squirmed.
Adjusting to the slimy, vomit-wrenching taste of mushrooms that thrived in
abundance was at the bottom of his to-do list.
He
rubbed his back against the carcass of a vehicle, his heart thumping. Maybe the
Master of the stall would let him look behind the curtain?
Zachary’s
hazel eyes reflected off the Intercom’s shiny shell. He rubbed the recognition
pad underneath, not sure what to expect. Dull lights clicked along the screen’s
circular pattern. Blue tinted static formed in the air a foot above the
Intercom.
“What
in Europa!” Zachary swiped the image. Signs of energy were a signal to the
greedy. If any of the gangs roaming the dry deluge saw this, they’d seize the Intercom
and snap his skinny limbs apart.
Coat
over the Intercom, Zachary sunk deeper into the bank. He paused before
returning his thumb to the pad. The blue static burst out again, accompanied by
a disturbing cackle. A human head with long hair formed in front of him. The
image rotated, showing blurs where the eyes and mouth should have been. An
incomplete android? Or an Overworlder?
Zachary’s
curiosity peaked. He’d never seen an Overworlder before and it wasn’t like he
had a choice in that matter. Galilei’s distinct division prevented any
mixing.
There was no doorway, window or ladder to allow sight or sound between the
worlds. Yet, he held a gateway to one in his hand. Were Overworlders as
perfectly skinned as he imagined them to be? Did they wash every day without
scrounging for water under steam-filled pipes?
“Fourth
of August 2340, 15:16,” said a young girl.
Shut
up!
Zachary
crammed the Intercom to his waist. A spark erupted in the centre of the device,
and then it switched off. He gasped open-mouthed. Eyes closed, he bugged his
memory to repeat her soft words. It was gone. Zachary rubbed the pad. Nothing.
Inactive. Dead. Worthless. No – the Intercom could be salvaged. It could be
worth ... something.
His
eyes narrowed at the unfolded note. “Initial surveillance confirms the
location. Continue with Project Centurion.” There was nothing on the reverse.
The
word surveillance bothered him. It was what scavengers said when watching a
lucrative drop point in the Wastelands. Did the girl write the note? Was she
after someone?
Zachary
tapped the Intercom. It didn’t make sense for anybody to write on paper if they
were going to place it with a messaging device, unless they knew the Intercom
to be faulty.
He
shrugged, putting all three items into his pocket. The box weighed little, but
it was valuable. Hooking a wire from the box to an inner seam of his coat to
aid its hidden transport, Zachary smirked. The mushrooms looked closer to being
history.
After
snaking around the vehicles, he jumped onto a protruding sewer pipe to reach
the upper level. Whirring sounds halted him. Eastwards, embedded turbines spun
clockwise like a volatile drill within the high ceiling.
A
drop was coming. Normally, Zachary would’ve dashed over bust circuit boards to
reach the drop point. Instead he watched a triangular section of the ceiling,
secured by hydraulic arms, eject downwards. Wind spurted ahead of blazing light
before rock-like objects rushed out, followed by a rainstorm of particles in
pursuit. Discarded rubbish of Overworld had entered his world.
Zachary’s
eyes tightened upon other Underworlders swarming to the falling treasure. It
was a good one-minute run away, and by the time they reached it, the Wasteland
gangs would have fought one another for the glory. If the wired-box had
been
part of that drop, there’d be steel cutting through bodies to get it. He
shivered with thoughts of the carnage if they’d found the Intercom.
Emitters
within the ceiling dimmed, ending the artificial day. Turning on his heels,
Zachary took the southern route to the bartering camps of District Two.
He
manoeuvred to the steep ladder against the gigantic heated pipe. Halfway up on
the forty-fifth rung, Zachary gazed over the irregular horizon of the
Wastelands scanning for a girl running between the swamps, searching for her
box. Who was she?
On
reaching the platforms jutting from a mountain of metal, Zachary moved into the
bartering camp, avoiding locking eyes with the near-naked hut occupiers begging
with their scrawny fingers. Drooped faces, similar in every way, shared cracked
bowls of sludge. He considered them to be a clever scheme, detracting from the
pick-pocketers groping his coat.
If
anybody here owned an Intercom, they wouldn’t place it in a box, even for
safekeeping. No – they’d solder it to their belts and some to their piercings.
That wired-box had to have come from Overworld.
Zachary
licked his lips. The Intercom wasn’t totally broken; some life inside remained,
and that gave it a chance to be repaired. There was someone who could repair
it, but he’d have to be quick. If Zachary’s dad found out that he’d messed
around with a device rather than exchanging it for money, then he’d be in for a
kicking.
Recessed
between the huts of the rat seller and the cockroach grinder sat Zachary’s
employer’s stall. A bullish man nodded, allowing him entry into the candlelit
foyer. He spoke little to the other scavengers lining the room’s edge. Either
their goods had been delivered, or they had nothing spectacular to show. He
continued, descending to the symmetrically carved area underground.
At
the front of a corridor, a middle-aged man mumbled at his desk as he scribbled
into a paperbound book. Shekhar peeked over cracked spectacles, showing no
amusement at Zachary’s tentative loosening of his fingers.
The
Harmon bracelet glittered in the candlelight.Shekhar bit the lid off his red pen. “He already has many.”“This works.” Zachary yanked the bracelet away from the
attempted snatch. “Whereabouts?”“The drop.”“A
working Harmon, Mister Connor? Why would anybody throw it away?”
Zachary
gulped. The stall’s beady-eyed Secretary wasn’t a man to irritate. “Why does
anyone throw away anything?”
Shekhar
murmured. Pushing his spectacles up onto the bridge of his nose, he led Zachary
to the wooden door with depictions of men carrying building blocks and guiding barrows.
Shekhar knocked three times.
Zachary
exhaled upon entry into the Master of the stall’s five-cornered room. Air swept
from Shekhar’s slam of the door didn’t detract from the heart thumps Zachary
felt. He was seconds away from the padded curtain that hung behind the Master’s
chair. Desperation at wanting to peek behind the curtain accompanied the slide
of his heel. No – wait, there wasn’t time for the curtain, no matter how long
it’d been since he’d gazed beyond it. Priority stormed his mind. Get home.
Repair the Intercom.
Cobwebs
pinned inside picture frames decorated the walls above stacked items and
metallic gadgetry. Dust floated between the generous glows of the corner-
mounted tubes of energy. Zachary passed the human skeleton standing there with
sharpened pencils crammed into the holes and notches of its skull. It was a
symbol of man stripped of protection whose purpose was to hold objects of use.
Maybe that was the Master’s interpretation of Galilei; Underworld lived as the skeleton holding up Overworld.
A
strange smell hooked Zachary’s nostrils. Of all the sewers he’d stepped in,
this was by far the most rancid. Had something died here?
He
drew near to the long, polished table in the centre of the room where Master
Salvador “Biro” Burton sat observing him. The rear curtain skewered in place by
copper rods tempted a grin.
Then,
the thump of Zachary’s heart tightened.
On
the table lay a male torso. No arms or anything below the waist. Splatters of
blood and jagged cuts ran along its light brown skin. Charred muscles
overlapped where the neck should have been. Zachary’s eyes swept the floor for
dismembered limbs and the head. The rotting smell filled his lungs. A dead
body? Here? Whose?
For
a man who’d hoarded enough coins to build his own town, the Master’s scrawny
state drew pity. Going on seventy years, Biro had entered beyond the final
phase of life. Blemishes littered his sunken skin. He looked ill. Diseased.
Almost like the skeleton in his room. But what the heck was the Master doing
with a corpse? Glaring at the torso, Zachary rubbed his sweaty palms.
Biro
twitched with a never-ending shake of his left leg. “Quite extraordinary, isn’t
it? They’re now creating them to look like us.” His tone hummed between tainted
teeth.
Zachary
almost cried out. The corpse was an android! Impossible. It looked – too –
perfect. Lines of blood-carrying veins could be made out above the region of
the collar bone. Zachary shivered. Androids were pale, almost ghost-like. Where
was the streaming-port that every android had on its abdomen? And why the
blood, and the muscles?
“I
suspect Overworlders are trying to integrate them deeper into their extravagant
lifestyle,” continued Biro. “It’s rather artistic, isn’t it?”
“Did
you find this?” Zachary gulped. It wasn’t his place to ask a question.
Biro’s
smirk lasted a second. “Found in the most intriguing manner. Something almost
flawless and no doubt expensive, yet, it came to rest here. Enough of that.
Your find?”
Zachary
handed over the bracelet. His eyes focussed on the padded curtain which was
coloured black to prevent the sneakiest glimpse of the reward behind it.
Zachary’s palms moistened as he clenched his anxious stomach. His thoughts
stopped lingering on the torso.
After
loosening the slim compartment on the bracelet’s edge, the aged Master directed
a charged-stylus onto teeny cogs inside. The bracelet illuminated. Frozen in
mid-twitch, Biro shuddered at the melody’s beginning. Soft strings gave way to
a slowly building drumbeat.
An
intensifying harp played, swaying Biro’s pleased face. “Shekhar will give you
enough to treat yourself for this find.”
Zachary
unhooked the box from his coat.Biro’s
gaze sharpened. “What’s inside?”“I found it ... empty.” He looked at the curtain, knowing
the Master would
interpret
it without asking.“Going
behind will forfeit any reward for the box,” Biro went on, seeing
Zachary’s
furrowed brow. “Tell me. Why love something so far away?”“It lets me without asking,” replied Zachary.Spinning the bracelet twice to prolong the melody, Biro
waved for Zachary to
continue.
“You need to find yourself a girl”.
There
was no point in Zachary fighting the urge. His breathing accelerated. Hands
trembling under his chin, he went around the table, and then behind the
curtain. Lights sparkled outside the awaiting window with greater strength than
a thousand diodes. His heart raced quicker. The melody, behind him, peaked to a
thunderous fanfare.
Remnants
of Zachary’s breath frosted the glass as his eyes soaked up the atmospheric
dense bands of the gas giant of space.
Jupiter.
He’d
always thought that there was nothing more intriguing than this planet. Except
now. Something new seeped into his mind; something that reduced the gas giant
to a ball. Eyes closed, Zachary took a deep breath. He visualised the blurred
face of a girl without eyes.
Who
was she?
AUTHOR BIO
Imran Siddiq may have tried to leave Leicester a few times, but its become his place to wake up to two cats, freeze when the heating’s off and most of all, get down to writing. At a young age, his primary school teacher commented on his creativity and ability to tell stories. At the age of 29, during a night in the jungle, the bug inside awakened, and for the last 5 years he’s been sacrificing every second that he can to write. A veteran of writing festivals, a presence on Twitter and gobbling up all forms of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings, he hopes he can bring a smile to others in the same way that he had, aged 5, reading with a torch under his duvet. Imran’s preferred genre is YA Sci Fi, and he has a tendency to throw a droid in every novel.
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Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly event hosted by Breaking the Spine that spotlights upcoming releases that we are eagerly awaitng.
My pick for this week is.
Title: School Spirits
Author: Rachel Hawkins
Expected publication: May 14th 2013
Fifteen-year-old Izzy Brannick was trained to fight monsters. For centuries, her family has hunted magical creatures. But when Izzy’s older sister vanishes without a trace while on a job, Izzy's mom decides they need to take a break.
Izzy and her mom move to a new town, but they soon discover it’s not as normal as it appears. A series of hauntings has been plaguing the local high school, and Izzy is determined to prove her worth and investigate. But assuming the guise of an average teenager is easier said than done. For a tough girl who's always been on her own, it’s strange to suddenly make friends and maybe even have a crush.
Can Izzy trust her new friends to help find the secret behind the hauntings before more people get hurt?
I loved the Hex hall series and cant wait to start on this spin off series.
Genre:
New Adult, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Supernatural
Synopsis: Have you ever wondered what could be hiding in
the shadows?
Well, for eighteen-year-old Zahara Faraday, she
doesn’t have to wonder. You see she comes from a lineage of Light Witches,
those who have chosen to help protect and serve between the supernatural world
and the human world. The only problem is Zahara, like her father Solomon, is as
human as a human being can be whereas her mother, Mia, and her Aunt Catalina,
were born as Light Witches. As a family they hunt down rogue
supernaturals—creatures who harm humans or who have committed an act against
their kingdom.
Zahara’s hunting skills are usually kept dormant
since her parents would prefer she live life as a normal human girl without
knowledge of the supernatural world. She plans on doing just that—except when
she finds a couple being attacked by fairies, she has no choice but to step in.
Before she can return to pretending to be blissfully ignorant, Zahara
encounters a problem she isn’t the least equip to handle: Bryan Hamilton, the
good looking new co-worker she has to help train. In a heartbeat, her best friend,
Becca King, has set her up on a double date with herself and her new crush,
Rekesh Saint-Louis, who happens to be the most powerful leader of the biggest
Imago Coven in South Florida –supernatural creatures with the ability to
control water . . . and suck out human souls.
Zahara has no time to focus on how she’s going
to explain her double date with her best friend and the enemy they have a
tentative truce with to her parents because soon one of the members of Mia and
Catalina’s coven is found murdered with a strange tattoo of a snake with wings
carved into his arm.
Zahara is then thrown into a whirlwind battle
with an angel determined to have revenge against God, an Imago coven she
doesn’t think they should trust, and slew of dream-eating fairies and powerful
Nephilims, hybrid children of angels and humans, more than happy to rip her to
shreds.
Lisa: What gave you the inspiration to write LUCIFER?
Annabell Cadiz: I was
inspired to write LUCIFER through writing the first book in the FALLEN ANGELS
SERIES, the series that follows after the SONS OF OLD TRILOGY. I had never
really thought about writing a prequel trilogy to the FALLEN ANGELS SERIES
until after I had written a few drafts of the first three books in the series
and needed to take a step back to decide what I wanted to do with the FAS. I
started thinking about maybe telling the story before the one that takes place
in the FALLEN ANGELS SERIES, which is centered around Lucifer’s war with
Heaven. I started thinking about how Lucifer came to the human world in
the first place, how he was able to have a child with a human woman, and if
that loved changed him. The details started falling into place and I decided to
turn it into a trilogy =)
Lisa: Who was your favorite character to write? And why?
Annabell Cadiz: Oh man!
This is always a tough question! I love all my characters. Each of them is fun
in their own way. But I do have a very special fondness for Leanian and
Chamuel. There isn’t too much of Leanian in LUCIFER but when he comes on, it’s
just hard not to love him. He’s so weird and has such a good guard up around
him. You can never tell what he’s thinking or how he feels. Chamuel is the sexy
bad boy your mother warns you to stay away from when you’re young *wink wink*
Being a fallen angel definitely makes him dangerous but he’s also got this
unnerving charm about him. You want to slap him really hard in the face but you
also want to kiss the hell out of him, too!
Lisa: An element that is lacking within the YA genre is the
importance of parents. What made you decide to have parents feature so heavily
in LUCIFER?
Annabell:LOVE this question! The original version of LUCIFER (the
very first version), Zahara had a mother but her mother fell into the category
of the Absentee Parent Syndrome that plagues the YA genre. When I had
approached replotting and rewriting LUCIFER, I hadn’t fully set out to have
Zahara and Becca’s parents play such a huge role in the book. I knew I wanted
their parents to be PRESENT and to ACTUALLY care about what the girls were
doing, but until I started writing, I didn’t know how much of a role they would
play. By chapter two, I knew they were going to be an intricate part of the
story and I was glad for it.
Parents are such an ESSENTIAL role to
a child’s life, even when a child has grown up and become an adult his/herself.
Parents are the BIGGEST and MOST POWERFUL influence a child has and I wanted to
showcase that in the SONS OF OLD TRILOGY.
Zahara and Becca are very close to
their parents. They are both the only child and so yes, their parents are WAY
overprotective. I have met parents like that. It’s not as unheard of as people
make it out to be.
The girls are exposed to danger
beyond the normal definition of danger on a daily basis. They know about the
supernatural world and they can’t just pretend it doesn’t exist. I think that’s
why Solomon, Mia, Adam, and Ariel can sometimes come off as if they are over
sheltering the girls. They know the dangers Zahara and Becca have to face every
day, they know they can’t protect them from the horrors as often as they would
like, they know they can’t give them a normal upbringing (at least in the case
of Zahara, whereas Becca and her family choose to be involved in their world).
I think that’s Solomon and Mia, Adam and Ariel’s, way of making up for what the
girls have to face. They are so aware of death being so close and as much as
they like to put on a brave face, it freaks them out. The idea of losing their
children because of the decision they made to be apart of the supernatural
world, fills them with guilt and doubt. There’s a scene in the book where Mia
questions if she has been a good mother for allowing her child to grow up
without actually being sheltered in the “normal” sense.
That’s what I love about the parents.
They’re so human and so desperately just trying to do the best they can to
protect what they consider their most precious gift: their daughters.
I think, as children, we forget just
how very human are parents are and how much they can break too from life. That’s
why I included parents in my book. It’s a reminder to how IMPORTANT parents are
in their children’s lives and how ABSOLUTELY VITAL and DEFINING that role is for a child.
The parents in my book are far from
perfect but that doesn’t make them any less good as parents. I think that makes
them more real, more relatable. Parents are amazing because they will fight the
depths of hell for their children and I wanted to remind the world just how
amazing that is.
Lisa: If you could invite any author dead or alive for
dinner who would it be?
Annabell: Awesome question! It’s a
tie between Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King. That dinner would probably freak
me out, because I’m sure the two of them together could cook up a story to keep
me awake for weeks on end, but it would be amazing to watch it happen! The
original master of horror teaming up with the twenty-first century master of
horror. Let the madness begin! *muahaha*
Lisa: What's next? When is MICHAEL due out?
Annabell: Next is the second book in
the SONS OF OLD TRILOGY which, obviously, is entitled MICHAEL. As far as when
MICHAEL is due for publication, I don’t have an exact date, but I am aiming for
a May release.
As to what you can expect in MICHAEL:
Lucifer is on the move. As the
Faraday family remains vigilant, waiting for signs of his next attack, Lucifer
is remaining closer to them than they realize.
Becca and Zahara continue to train,
this time switching over to Charles’ boarding school. Becca is fighting to
convince her parents that Rekesh isn’t the enemy but when Rekesh’s coven gets involved
in a slew of deaths happening in the supernatural world and all blame falls to
his coven, Becca’s parents aren’t convinced. But Rekesh doesn’t believe anyone
within his own coven would murder and brand supernaturals with his coven’s
crest. He knows Lucifer is behind the killings but he has no idea why, and if
he did, he’d start preparing his coven for battle.
Zahara and Bryan are starting to form
comfortable friendship and Zahara gets surprised by the feelings she starts
developing for someone close to her.
There is murder, violence, fight
scenes, fallen angels, Nephilim, lots of sarcasm, and flirt fighting romance.
Everyone returns in the sequel. There are also TWO big players that come onto
the scene. One right at the beginning and the other at the end.
Side Note: I actually made a BIG change to the book today,
so originally I had said a character named Gabriel would play a role. He will no
longer be a character in the story.
Lisa: One final question: Can you set me up on a date with
Rekesh? Sorry couldn't resist ;)
Annabell: Um, I think I’ll let Rekesh
and Becca take this ;) Thanks for all the awesome love, Lisa!
Rekesh: *smiles warmly* Well, Lisa, I
am very flattered you would think I am worthy of your time, and as much as I am
sure we would enjoy each other’s company, my heart is already spoken for and I do not wish to cause any sort of discord between you and Becca.
Becca: *snorts* Hey Lisa, I don’t blame you for
wanting to have some alone time with Mr. Dark and Sexy here, but I’m pretty
sure your husband wouldn’t be too happy about it. I mean we can double date and
all, but hands off the Imago, sista. And in case you forget, I got a can of
pepper spray attached to my belt and a Taser in my back pocket to remind you
(and any other girl with grabby hands) *smiles innocently*
About the
Author: Annabell Cadiz was born in the sweltering heat
of South Florida. She was raised surrounded by Puerto Rican chefs and band of
siblings that weren’t all related to her. A self-proclaimed nerd and
book-a-holic (her room does hold much evidence to prove her claims are
justifiable), she created TeamNerd Reviews to showcase her EXTREME love for
novels where, along with her best friend, Bridget Strahin, she hosts book
reviews, interviews, giveaways, Indie Shoutouts and much more. She also blog
tour services for authors. She also had the pleasure of being published in
three separate issue of Suspense Magazine. She also adores Cinnamon Teddy
Grahams, has an addiction to Minute Maid Orange juice, and is a proud Jesus
Freak. Lucifer is Annabell’s debut
novel and the first book in the Sons of
Old Trilogy.
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