Hey! We've got author M.A. Frechette with us today to answer a few questions. Let's get started.
SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
MAF: Main characters of this book are Elora and Vincent (dual POV). Elora is a woman who’s in an abusive marriage that’s mostly emotional and verbal abuse, but eventually turns physical. She’s a published author of children’s picture books and has a master’s degree in teaching young children. Although she’s never been able to follow her dreams of working in a kindergarten, she still holds onto hope that, one day, things will get better in her life. Vincent, on the other hand, works multiple jobs to keep busy―if he’s not busy, he gets in trouble, and he’s trying hard not to go back to the life of crime he used to lead. Because of his childhood, he tries to help any domestic abuse victim he comes across, but when he meets Elora, something inside of him urges him to not only help, but to save her as well.
SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
MAF: I love the paranormal―in fact, my first two published books are paranormal romances―but whether I believe in it or not… I’m actually not sure. All I know for sure is that we don’t have the answers to everything in the world, and that sometimes, weird stuff happens. This may not be a paranormal experience, but when I was around 11 years old, I used to go walk my dog in the forest near my house. Part of it was a large field that eventually turned into a dense wooded area, and that’s usually where we went. This one time, I went with my little sister and two of the neighborhood kids, but we stayed in the field area and went toward the other side instead of the woods. I let my dog off her leash, and she ran over this small hill, but then came back running to us, shaking and whimpering. I didn’t know what happened, and being curious, I went over the hill, and followed it down. It led to this kind of deeper clearing with a blackened tree in the middle. Everything around―plants, flowers―had withered to black as though it had burnt, but it couldn’t have been fire since there would be ashes, not actual black withered plants around it. There was something just really eerie about the tree, and despite there not being any leaves to hide the sun, it felt colder around it. My dog continued whining, running back and forth between us to the top of the hill, but when I noticed how scared the other kids looked… well, I was the oldest, so of course, it was my job to scare them lol. I decided to tell them about how I had heard of this tree, and that it was a gate to Hell. I dared them to touch the tree trunk, but no one did, so I planned to touch it and pretend that it hurt me or something. Thing is, I touched it, and it was like an electric shock went through me―like ice had fried my nerve endings for a split second. I actually screamed in surprise, and the kids all ran off screaming while my dog barked like a maniac. I just kind of backed away from the tree, and left feeling weird. Years later, they tore down the fields and forest to construct a bunch of new houses. Strange thing is, the one house that stood where the black tree used to be was for sale the longest―no one seemed to buy it. Then, when it did sell, the people moved out just a few months later. The place was constantly for sale or rent until one day, it burnt down. I don’t know if there’s anything there now since, for a long time, it was just torn down and left as an empty plot, but… yeah. Just weird. Funnily, that experience is what inspired the paranormal romance books I wrote.
SC: What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
MA: I’m working on around six or seven manuscripts, but one I’m going to jump into finishing is the first book of the entire universe I’ve created (multiple series, which include the paranormal romance books). It’ll lay down the myth and religion that the people of our parallel world follow, but it’ll tie with every series’ stories at the end as well, so I’m looking forward to finalizing it! It’s called Untold Secrets, but it still a working title.
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Excerpt:
Thunder rumbled
in the sky, and Elora rubbed her arms at the sound. At least most of the wall
was closed off already since the workers were busy focusing on the outside
construction.
She slowed as
she approached the dining room, her pulse throbbing in her ears. Vincent stood
at the window, staring at a familiar paper. She’d doodled on it a few hours
ago.
He glanced over
his shoulder and gave her a charming smile that sent her heart fluttering.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to poke my nose in here.” He put the sheet on the table
and leaned against the chair. “Did you draw this?”
Heat crept into
her cheeks that had nothing to do with the temperature. “Where are the other
workers?”
“They left early
because of the storm. I told Larry I’d let you know, but when I came inside, I
found this, and got distracted.” He pointed at the paper. “So did you?”
“Did I what?”
she asked, adding an innocent tone to her voice. It sounded… flirty.
He chuckled,
taking a step toward her. “Did you draw this?” He grabbed the pad and stopped
in front of her.
His scent
wrapped around her senses―sweat and the heat of sunlight―and a sudden flush of
warmth spread through her. “I was… doodling.”
“It’s great. Are
you an interior designer on top of a picture book artist?”
She couldn’t
help the burst of laughter escaping her mouth as she shook her head. “No, no. I
just enjoy drawing.”
He glanced at
the sketch of the sunroom. “Would it be okay if I showed this to Larry? He’d
love to use some of these concepts.”
“Richard
wouldn’t want me getting involved―”
“I won’t tell
him it’s yours.” He took another step closer, and she caught the hem of her
shirt, stopping herself from backing away. “If you don’t mind losing the credit
for your brilliant ideas?”
She grabbed the
drawing from him and frowned at it. “You really think it’s good?”
“I do. You’ve
got hidden talents, apparently.” His voice turned husky, and she swallowed hard
as she stared at him. “I bet you’re full of surprises, darling.”
Heat engulfed
her body at the pet name, and she drew a shuddering breath at the way he stared
at her. Not just in interest and lust, but something deeper.
She cleared her
throat, putting the paper on the table. “So, are you good at everything?” When
his smile turned lewd, she couldn’t help grin. “I didn’t mean it that way. I
meant… you’re a construction worker and you model? That’s quite the different
professions.”
“And it’s not
the only two, either.” He pulled a chair and sat, then motioned for her to do
the same. Once she took a seat, he leaned his elbow on the table. “They’re not
so distinct, when you think about it. I mean, I need to stay in shape… This
incredible body doesn’t happen overnight.”
She giggled.
Great. She sounded like a fourteen-year-old infatuated teen. With a loud sniff,
she tried to get rid of her embarrassment, but it turned into a snort, and they
both burst into a fit of laughter.
When was the
last time I laughed like this?
“Have you
modeled a while?”
“A few years. I
worked construction on a building in the city when an agent approached me.
Thought she was kidding when she offered me a contract, but it turned out
legit, so I accepted.” He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. “I don’t
take on contracts often since it’s just a side job for me. I’ll usually only
say yes if it’s for a charity event or something like that. The Book Fair
donated the contest ticket price to an animal shelter, and I just couldn’t
resist helping out.”
As she stared
into Vincent’s brown eyes, the twinkle behind them seemed to hide a darker
side. But it wasn’t threatening; instead, it cradled her.
I’ll have to
thank Liana later for putting my name in the contest.
She smiled. “So
construction is your primary job?”
“No. I take
these jobs when a foreman needs an extra man, and since it’s quiet at my
workplace…” he shrugged. “What about you?”
She didn’t
mention the sudden shift in his voice; like he wanted to avoid talking about
his primary job. Still, she wasn’t one to push considering she wouldn’t give
him much information either.
“Just the
children’s books, but it’s slow. I have several tasks to do each day, but
whenever I get a few minutes, I love to put books together. Stories that’ll
inspire children not to suffer alone, feel loved even if they may not have
someone in their lives.” She traced a small dent on the wooden table. “But I
also enjoy drawing for fun,” she said, glancing toward the paper.
Ever since she
had imagined a greenhouse attached to the living room, design ideas had filled
her imagination.
A flash of light
ripped through the sky, followed by a crash of thunder, and she bolted to her
feet. Her breath came faster, memories of Richard throwing objects against the
walls resonating in her head. The first time she’d showed fear during a storm,
he purposely jump-scared her at every opportunity.
Vincent stood
and took her hand, squeezing lightly. She froze, his touch so gentle, yet firm,
letting her know he had her.
“Elora?” He
tried pulling her closer, but she winced, her shoulder still tender. “Can I
see?”
She’d kept the
sweater on, covering the nasty bruise that had turned a shade of green, purple,
and blue. Unable to speak as he held onto her hand, she nodded slowly. He
pulled the clothes to the side, his eyes narrowing on the wound, but he said
nothing as he pushed her clothes in place.
“It’s sore, but
nothing too horrible.” She tried pulling away, but he took a step closer,
closing the gap between them. “I’ll have to be more careful with the boxes next
time.”
“We both know
that’s a lie.”
Before she could
reply, thunder echoed, feeling like it shook the house from the ground up. She
yelped, instinct pushing her toward Vincent as he wrapped his arms around her.
He held her, and they both stood unmoving. As though even the smallest of
breaths would break the moment. The safety she felt with him was…
indescribable.
Guilt churned
her stomach as she thought of Richard. This was unacceptable. She couldn’t feel
these things for another man. She was married, and through better or worse, she
loved her husband.
Right?
She pulled away,
averting her gaze. “Sorry. Loud noises make me jumpy.”
He chuckled,
cutting through the heaviness in the air between them. “These big powerful arms
are here whenever you need them.”
She laughed.
“Thanks.”
“I should go. I
won’t be working here tomorrow, but I’ll be back next week.” He walked to the
entrance and opened the door. “Have a good evening.”
She hated that
not seeing him for a while hurt this much.
M. A. Fréchette writes the darker side of romance.
Being an extremist, she loves
both the dark aspects of life and everything sweet. All her stories are either
set in Canada where she lives or in alternate worlds she made up while living
within her imagination. When not writing, she thinks of the next scene or plot
while enjoying her work as a cover designer. Although she has a fascination for
monsters, with a bachelor degree in criminology, she understands there’s no
need to create the paranormal; humans are capable of inflicting nightmares of
their own.
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