Monday, July 3, 2017

INTERVIEW WITH J.E. LORIN with THE FINDER



Special treat day! We've got an interview with J.E. Lorin to start things off!

 
SC:  Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
JEL: August is a 25-year-old man who runs his own Mr. Fix-It type business. He also has a psychic power, which he developed at the age of 16, that allows him to find people who are lost, missing, or deceased. He uses that power to help the police. August has experienced a lot of trauma in his life, and therefore he’s a pretty flawed character. That was intentional. I wanted to write a story where my main character experienced a tremendous amount of growth during the course of the book.

SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
JEL: I wouldn’t call myself a believer, but I’m open to the possibility that the paranormal is real. Many years ago, I worked at a historic theater—used to be a playhouse, was a movie theater when I worked there (and still is)—and several of my co-workers saw an apparition there. I never saw it, but I certainly got a creepy vibe sometimes.

SC:  What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
JEL: I’m currently working on an untitled project in which my main character, who invented inter-dimensional travel to search for an alternate version of his lost love, finds himself stranded on a planet for lost things, where he meets and begins to fall in love with a fellow castaway.

SC: Thanks so much for stopping by to chat with us today. Let's take a look at your title now:


The Finder
J.E. Lorin

Genre: LGBT Sci Fi Romance

Date of Publication: March 15, 2017

ISBN: 978-1520967554
ASIN: B06XGCNBP3

Number of pages: 284
Word Count: 99,630

Cover Artist: Everpage Designs

Book Description:

At the age of sixteen, August Goodson developed a strange and mysterious power overnight: he can find people. Victims of murder, suicide, kidnapping, accidents, and rape; August can find them all, usually dead, but sometimes still alive.

Nine years later finds August volunteering his services to the police. He's still smarting from the loss of his long-time love Dante, who cheated on him with his best friend, and harbors a deep crush on the incredibly handsome, and oh-so-straight, Detective Luke Williams. But there are bigger concerns on August's mind: a serial killer is loose in the city, one whose victims are a little too much like him for comfort.

When August finds a living victim who may be one of the serial killer's, he's drawn even deeper into the case. Will he make it out alive, or will he soon be the one in need of finding?

Excerpt:
Help me.
My eyes popped open to a pitch black room. For a few seconds, I lay where I was, sprawled on my back in my own bed. I wasn’t sure yet whether the voice I’d heard was real or whether I’d dreamed it. The room was unusually silent. My tiny studio apartment was normally filled with the sounds of the downtown street below. Not now, though, so I figured it must be late. Even the drunks had gone to sleep. Everything was still, quiet; I convinced myself I must have been dreaming. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard it again.
Help me.
Groaning, I rolled onto my side. With one hand, I groped for my cellphone on the end table, knocking something off in the process. Whatever it was, I didn’t hear it break, so I shrugged it off. I’d figure it out later. My hand landed on the phone. I picked it up, pushing the button to light up the screen; it was only three-thirty in the morning. I groaned again. I really didn’t want to get out of bed but it had to be done; the voice wouldn’t go away on its own. I could ignore it, but that had never worked out. I refused to go through that again.
Grumbling, I clambered out of bed and snatched the jeans I’d shucked off only a couple of hours before. Being sort-of psychic can be a real pain in the ass. I never know when a voice is going to call to me. It could be like now, in the middle of the night. It could be while I’m at work, which means I have to have a flexible job. Or it could be during the middle of sex, which makes relationships difficult, especially since I don’t like to tell people about what I can do.

Having a psychic ability is also weird. It doesn’t always work and I have no idea of the full extent of it. Sometimes I can do something useful, like avert a crime or a death. Most times I just find dead bodies. I know it’s a turn off. Most people, I figure, don’t want to get with a guy who’s basically a cadaver dog.

About the Author:

J.E. Lorin was born and raised in Michigan. After receiving a Bachelor’s degree in Germanic Studies from Indiana University, she lived in six different states before landing in the San Diego area, where she resides with her husband and their cat and dog. Her mission is to write interesting stories that just so happen to have a little sex in them.


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