Gremlins.
They are in my email, sending things to spam that shouldn't be. Been there?
Sigh. This was supposed to run yesterday, but obviously didn't. Mea culpa to E.C. Hinrichs. Let's have that chat now.
SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
ECH: The story follows Trinity smith who is a HALO operative who battles against psychic vampires. In the beginning of the novel, she tries to quit as a last-ditch effort to gain her partner’s affection. It completely blows up in her face. Trinity is constantly trying coming to terms with the hurt and rejection. Trinity is far from a perfect character. She’s clumsy, messy, mouthy, awkward and a total bad ass (when no one is looking, of course).
SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
KW: I’m convinced there are aliens who like to mess with us humans. Like dreams, for instance. I think the aliens are using our dreams to study us hahaha. They keep leveling up my dreams and they get more and more complicated. I’m certain I’m their favorite test subject.
SC: Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve talked aliens on this blog. Are you an experiencer? But I digress. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
KW: Currently, I’m writing a dystopian MM teen romance on Wattpad called Crux Year and a dark MC MM book called Dragon. Both are action-packed and exciting!
SC: Terrific. Thanks for dropping in. Let’s take a look at your novel now.
Excerpt:
I looked down at my Batman vintage watch that was always 3 minutes behind and
noticed that the middle man was late- again. His name was Phipps. No one knew where he came from or why he chose to watch over people or deliver these “S.O.S messages” to people like me. Despite what I had said to Damon, I knew I couldn’t quit. Well, quit that easily. Maybe start slowly- I requested that my next assignment be kept quiet and make everyone think that I had quit. Would that even work? No, maybe not. All I wanted to do was find my journal and write it out but I hadn’t been able to find the darn thing for a few days. I tried to forget about it and turned my attention to the agent I was going to see. He could keep my quitting a secret, right?And who was the most quiet in all of our underground society? Phipps. No last name that I know of. They said he was a seer. They said that his superpower was to see issues a head of time and to bring the news to the chosen. I always hated being called that, almost as if we are permanently marked away from society. Good bye normal life. I flicked my cigarette as if to spite that cosmos that cursed me with this bloodied affliction.
“Curses… why do you always refer to everything as curses?” Phipps appeared behind me and startled my calm and cool façade. He crossed his long tan arms theatrically as the wind bustled through his silver hair. “It must be the Hungarian blood in you.” I glanced back at him gathering the last reminisces of my calm and cool and gazed into the clear blue of his eyes.
“Of course a German would say that,” I scoffed while I turned fully to face him. “And for God sakes.” I shouted. “Would you make some noise? Or at the very least put a fucking bell around your neck.” He sported a smirk that proved to him that yes- he had indeed gotten under my skin. A thing I knew he had to relish. “So, what’s the story, morning glory?”
“His name is Frank Tennorman. He is 41 years old and he is a sucker.” Phipps started to pace around me; another theatrical trait he indulged himself in. “He moves in younger circles, and singles out the most impressionable. Then he enchants them into believing in him and his “healing” ability. After which he starts to feed off of their energy until they are of no more use to him. Then he discards them when there is nothing left to take. He prefers to feed on the addicted, the mentally unstable and children. Think of it, as his own personal all you can eat buffet.”
“Is he aware that he is doing it?”
“That is questionable, but given his age and the number of offenses it is highly likely.”
“Number of offenses? So, this is defiantly not his first time.”
“Yes,” he said with a thoughtful pause. “He has… a history.”
“So, why didn’t you send one of us before?” His smirk dropped and the icy seriousness of the situation draped his eyes making his face look like the mask of death. Something told me that here was something different about this assignment. Something dangerous- why else send the one with the savior complex?
“We did, and they couldn’t handle it.” I looked up into his face with questioning gaze.
“If they couldn’t handle it why not sic a Reaper on him and end the problem altogether?”
I saw him shift uncomfortably.
“It’s not that simple,” his eyebrows gathered together. “We can’t just sic a Reaper on him. If we do that the Reaper turns into a Sucker and then we have a Reaper-Sucker on our hands.” I hated it when he made sense. He sensed my caving, “And would you want an assassin who can suck life out of people on the loose?”
“No, I guess not.” I chewed on the thoughts that were spinning through my head.Why would you not dispose of someone so dangerous? Why not find some ‘natural’ accident for them to get into? Reapers are the psychic assassins of H.A.L.O. I have only seen them have to kill 7 times and in their rose-scented attack, they were their scariest. I could never figure out why the smell of roses accompanied a Reaper’s attack but it did. Lord knows Reapers aren’t very dependable but the Impressers are. They could make him get into a habit that could kill him. “Okay, why couldn’t you get an Impresser to take care of him?”
“Your assignment isn’t changing.” He said with a forceful glare. “Your assignment
remains the same: infiltrate, watch and end the Sucker’s damage.” He said with a gilded eye roll.“End it? End it so he can try to torture people in a physical sense? C’mon Phipps.” He shook his head and I could tell he didn’t feel like talking about this anymore.
“Do you still take pictures and write?” He said attempting not to answer.
“Okay, now I’m scared… what are you intending on doing with me?” His eyes sparkled
with a good humored delight.
About the
Author:
E.C Hinrichs born in Canada and moved to the United States. She spent most of
her college career writing and studying literature. After her college, she
spent her time working in different careers before settling into human
services. She has spent the last seven years working with children, the
elderly, and persons with disabilities.
E.C Hinrichs spends her free time reading Tudor
history, paranormal nonfiction and fiction.
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Thank you so much for hosting me last week! I greatly appreciate your interview and look forward to seeing more of your blog!
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