Lucky us! We
have author Victoria Danes in the house today. Welcome, Victoria!
SC: Tell me a
little bit about your main character of this book.
VD: Jade
Sinclair is a private investigator and a touch clairvoyant. When she was twelve
years old her father vanished, and her mother became catatonic. She had no
family, so she ended up in foster care and had a pretty hard childhood. When
she grew up and started coming into her own, she perfected her gift and after
college opened her own PI firm. Her goal
is to help people, to bring closure to families to looking for lost loved ones.
She is spunky and hot tempered, but she has a good heart. She doesn’t like to
be touched. She lives on coffee, and she will never, ever do anything that
compromises her integrity.
SC: We're all
about the supernatural here. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you
have an experience you can share?
VD: I do. I
have plenty of experiences, but if I had to pick one, I guess it would be the
time I was around eleven years old and I went into the basement of our house to
look for my rollerblades with my little brother. He was three at the time. The
house always gave me the creeps, especially in the basement, but I really
wanted to skate, you know? So, I went
down there with him and while I’m searching for my rollerblades, I hear my
little brother having a conversation with someone on the other side of the
stairs. He kept asking if he can “go over there with him?” I stopped looking
for my rollerblades and just watched him. He was facing the stairs and asking…
“Can I please come over there and play with you?” I started to freak out and I
asked him who he was talking to. His response was…. “That little boy over
there, he won’t let me go play with him.” I ran out of the house with him in my
arms and called my mom at work, freaking out! She played it cool and said it
was just his imaginary friend, but that was no imaginary friend. That house was
a trip. My little brother’s toys would move on their own or go flying across
the room when we were all watching t.v.
Eventually, we moved away, and the house has since been torn down.
SC: What
titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
VD: January
Moon is the second book in the series, and it will be out later this fall. I
plan on four books for Jade. The third (I don’t have a title yet) will be the
last from Jade’s adult POV, but it will be action packed and intense. Get ready to revisit some old flames and
loose ends. And then the last book will take you back to the beginning when
Jade was young. It will be about how she came to be who she is now and take you
on a journey with her as she suffers through a rough adolescence and learns how
to cope with her feelings of abandonment and managing her clairvoyance. I am
really excited about all of them and I can’t wait to share them with my
readers.
SC: Thanks
for stopping by. Let's take a look at your novel now. 
I
am Jade
The Jade Sinclair Series
Book One
Victoria
Danes
Genre: urban fantasy/paranormal
romance
Date of Publication: December
17th 2017
ISBN: 9781976809347
ASIN: B0784753DJ
Number of pages: 199
Word Count: 52k
Formats available: mobi, epub,
pdf
Cover Artist: Donna Gambel
Tagline: No one’s secret is safe…
Book Description:
Misery loves company…and
monsters.
Secrets have always been a touch
away for clairvoyant Jade Sinclair. On a good day, she can read into people’s
souls and uncover buried truths long forgotten. To help find three missing
teens, Jade uses her gift to assist the local PD in locating them, but soon
realizes this is one case she should have turned down because in Misery,
Pennsylvania, the monsters that used to lurk in the shadows have now come out
to play..
For police officer and werewolf,
Adrian Kincaid, life has become a tedious routine. But when he’s called to the
scene of an accident, he finds himself consumed with the urge to save the
unknown female victim. Jade. With seconds ticking by and her life slipping, he
does the one thing he’d sworn to never do, bite her, awakening something dark
and hungry inside her that could threaten not only the investigation, but
everything Jade thought she knew about herself. Can she silence the cravings
inside her and bring the teens home before it’s too late? Or will she become
the kind of monster she’s searching for?
Excerpt
As I walked in,
Celeste had Cross hypnotized against the bathroom wall. He looked to be
enjoying himself until he locked eyes with me.
“Hello,
handsome,” I said walking toward him.
“Who the fuck
are you?” he asked through bared teeth.
Celeste swiftly
knocked out his feet from under him, dropping him to the floor, and I quickly
straddled him so he couldn’t move. His dark eyes widened with surprise. My
strength had a way of catching people off guard.
“Oh, I’ve been
called lots of things,” I answered with a smile as I pulled out my gun. “But
tonight, my tits will be the last pair you see if you don’t talk to me.
Now…let’s play a little game.” I suggested.
The crease
between his brows deepened. “You got the wrong guy, lady. If you want to get
laid you’re going about it all wrong.”
“Tsk. Tsk.” I
clicked my tongue. “Wrong response, lover.”
His fear caused
my skin to tingle. It was a strange yet enjoyable feeling. I wasn’t a sadist,
but tonight I felt all kinds of wrong.
“Boss, you got
this?” Celeste asked from the corner of the room. She never liked this part of
my work.
“I’m good,” I
said. “You can go and tell them to give me ten minutes.”
She nodded and
headed out of the restroom.
Once she was
gone, and I was alone with Cross, I leaned down just above his mouth. “Let’s
play.” I proposed.
“Look, I don’t
know who you are, but I’m telling you, you got the wrong guy.” He squirmed.
“I
don’t think so but nice try.”
“Get the fuck
off me, lady!”
When he
struggled beneath me, I knocked him back down – hard. His breath left in a
gush.
Something told
me Carlisle Cross was a lover, not a fighter.
I think he
realized that I was much stronger than he anticipated.
“I don’t think
you want to piss me off. It’s been kind of a rough night,” I said.
“You don’t say,”
he grunted.
“Truth or dare?”
I asked.
“What?”
“Truth…or…dare?”
I asked again slowly.
“Look, I don’t
know what sick fucking game you’re playing, but I’m not into it.”
“You’re pretty
brave to test me,” I said touching the gun to his cheek.
His heart
pulsated against my palm.
“Truth. Three
girls have gone missing, all in the same week, all last seen with you. Yes?”
He didn’t
answer. I elbowed him in the ribs and he cried out.
“Yes?” I asked
again.
“Yes, yes…” he
admitted quickly.
“Now.” I took
off the safety on the gun. “I dare you to deny knowing where they are.”
His eyes grew
impossibly large. “Wait…wait…” He studied my face and then recognition sparked
in his eyes. “Hey, I know you. You’re the lady from the paper. You’re that 3D
chick. That’s it!” He grinned. “You work with the cops. You can’t shoot me,” he
stated matter-of-fact.
“Oh, can’t I?” I
taunted. “Are you sure?”
He didn’t
answer.
He had me
though. I couldn’t shoot him.
I pulled up my
gun and clicked the safety back on.
“You’re right.”
I pouted, putting my gun back in my waistband. “I can’t shoot you. But if you
read the paper, then you know what I am, don’t you?” I smiled through my red
lips.
“A freak?” he
solicited.
“Maybe.” I
laughed dryly. “But a freak that can choose to be predator or prey. Guess which
one I chose to be tonight?” I whispered.
The power I
contained inside me slowly crawled into him like rushing spiders and invaded
his perverted mind like a parasite.
He screamed and
begged me to stop. I knew his head was feeling like it would explode. I let
that ride out before I attacked him with the crippling fear I’ve harbored from
previous kidnapped victims.
When I had
enough fun, I picked his mind for the information I wanted. I saw him chat with
these young ladies online and over the phone. I watched him charm them one by
one and make false promises to each of them, but when I was about to extract
the information I needed, something or someone cast me out.
My head felt
like it had been split open.
Breathless, I
tried to stand as police swarmed the room.
Faust made his
way to me but didn’t dare touch me. He knew better. I didn’t like to be
touched.
About
the Author:
Victoria Danes was born in
Transylvania, but grew up in the United States. She currently resides in
Pennsylvania with her husband and three children. Books have been her passion
ever since she was a little girl. She loves everything from mysteries and
thrillers, but holds a special place in her heart for historical romance. She
prefers reading and writing to watching television "because our imagination
can be much more entertaining."
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