Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview
1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
Rachel Blackstone is a reporter in Santa Fe, New Mexico. She’s a fact-based journalist having to cope with being somehow chosen to solve paranormal mysteries. Her best friend Chloe is wildly interested in the supernatural and loves these mystical adventures. Rachel lives with her psychic cat (is there any other kind?) who usually senses the “visitors” in the backyard a few seconds before her guardian. It’s a lot for Rachel to cope with: the spectral advisors, the puzzle and her power wolf. Together they solve the most perplexing mysteries through time and space.
2. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
Let’s say I don’t disbelieve. And yes, I’ve had an experience that I can’t explain any other way. A friend died and it was suggested that I do a transition ritual to ask if she was okay. I chose the correct crystals to hold in my hands while tears streamed. When I was finished I went to sleep. The next morning just as I was about to brush my teeth, a small travel clock flew off a shelf, crossed the bathroom, hit the far wall and fell into the tub. It was not broken. I must emphasize; the clock flew parallel to the floor and did not fall off. I was bewildered. The following morning I checked the clock to make certain it was secure on the shelf. It was. Really! As I readied my toothbrush, the clock rattled on the shelf. Now I was a bit frightened. I didn’t know what was going on, but decided to go with it being my friend. I smiled at the clock, pretending to see her face and said, “I get it. Thank you.” I translated the message to be, “Time flies when you’re having fun.” That was her. I believe it.
3. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
I’ve put on my cozy hat and am writing the fourth Taylor Browning Cozy Mystery, Editor Die Line. In this outing, Taylor, the mystery editor at Piñon Publishing, will have to help a friend who has to go undercover. Now all this time, we thought Virginia Compton, senior editor, was a frumpy woman who only dressed in beige. Turns out, she knows a little something about covert activities and will take Taylor with her.
The next Rachel Blackstone Paranormal Mystery will be Brujo Medium. Once again, Rachel and Chloe go head-to-head with a witch. Will some characters return from Skinwalker Medium? Hmm?
A Rachel Blackstone Paranormal Mystery
Book Five
GG Collins
Genre: Indigenous Paranormal Thriller
Publisher: Chamisa Canyon Publishing
Date of Publication: March 19, 2025
ISBN: 978-1735428246
ASIN: B0F1ZGSYJK
Number of pages: 259
Word Count: 66,235
Cover Artist: Tatiana Vila, Vila Design
Tagline: It’s the season of the witch. Are you ready?
Book Description:
Rachel’s interview subjects are turning up dead, but only those linked to a certain story: the Santa Fe Penitentiary riot of 1980.
It’s beginning to look like something malevolent is involved and it’s threatening everyone connected with the story.
Rachel, the Reluctant Medium, must learn the Navajo ways to prevent another horrific skinwalker death – maybe even her own.
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Reviewed by Publisher's Weekly
Nominated for the New Mexico Book Award
The Strand Magazine Reading List.
Fellowship & Award-Winning Writer
SPJ (Society of Professional Journalists)
Awards
Excerpt:
A
stroll along the river usually calmed her. Still, Albuquerque’s crime rate had
made national headlines so she tried to be alert to any threats.
After
a few minutes, Olivia could tell her pulse had evened out and she was beginning
to notice the birds and trees instead of her bothersome feelings. But something
else concerned her. There was a fetid odor in this area. She dismissed it as a
dead animal but it disturbed her enough that she dug in her coat pocket for her
pollen and arrowhead. They weren’t there! Hadn’t she placed them in her pocket
while talking with the reporter? When Blackstone cautioned about the others she
had interviewed who had died or been scared, she remembered taking the bag out
and showing her the contents. She checked the other pocket that held her fob
and cell. Olivia could feel the panic rising in her throat, so she took out the
phone. It made her more confident. Help was a phone call away.
She
quickly turned. Behind her was nothing but an empty trail and the beginnings of
another spectacular sunset. Ahead, a biker disappeared around a corner. The Rio
Grande flowed to her left and there was no one exploring the banks or kayaking
on the river. That left the treed area to her right. A few trees still held
onto their autumn leaves, but most had turned brown and fallen to the ground.
There was nothing apparent, but the feeling of trepidation would not go away.
How could she have left her amulet and bag of pollen? And where did she leave
them? It didn’t matter now. The only thing that mattered: something was
stalking her and she couldn’t yet see it. She held her phone tightly.
A
hawk flew overhead as she looked upward. The hawk didn’t worry her. These birds
of prey were only a threat to a small mammal, with the occasional insect or
lizard for variety.
It
circled languidly. This time, it swooped down at her as a bird parent might
defend a fledgling against a passing cat. The intent was obvious: to bully her.
It was working. Olivia wanted to go. She no longer wanted to be outside and
felt vulnerable, was vulnerable. Retracing her steps to the parking lot, she
heard a sound behind her.
She
kept walking, hoping it would go away. But the fear in her chest was fierce. It
was difficult to breathe. She tried to control the shivering and her pounding
heart. Her options had run out. Olivia knew she was no longer in charge of the
situation. She had to turn around and face whatever was there.
After
casually glancing about to appear unafraid, she came face to face with an evil
witch. Its eyes held her, and she couldn’t look away. The elders always
cautioned against staring directly at the eyes so the witch could not control
thoughts. But it was too late. The red and glowing eyes allowed her to see only
the beast.
It
was sans clothing with fur covering its body and the neck heavy with jewelry.
Its face and arms were grey. For a moment she thought it might be female, but
never had she known of a female witch becoming malevolent. She knew this was
imminent danger of the fatal kind. Without her arrowhead, she didn’t know how
to defend herself. It could run faster, jump higher and climb better than she
could. Her chances of harming it were slim. The body of a skinwalker was tough,
maybe impenetrable. With only the useless cell in her hand she stood silently,
because who could she call to intervene?
G.G. Collins loves the American Southwest where many of her stories are located. She can be found hiking through ruins of the ancient ones and enjoying New Mexican cuisine. When not traipsing about, she makes up stories with great friendships, quirky characters and, oh yeah, dead bodies. She has worked for a book publisher and as a journalist; publishing is in her blood. In real life she shares her time with a man, several neurotic – and psychic – cats and the ongoing struggle to grow a garden.
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