We are heading into June, a time when we all get busy making plans for the warm days ahead. Lucky for us, author Kevin A. Davis had a few moments to answer our three favourite questions. Welcome, Kevin! Can you tell us a little bit about the main character in your book?
KAD: Haddie Dawson doesn’t want her newly discovered powers or to deal with coerced humans, demons, or any of the other humans developing powers as devastating as her own. She’d rather go on quiet dinners with David, playing DnD with her friends, or a beer with Liz on Friday nights. The world is not giving her the option and she’s bent on protecting her family and friends.
SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
KAD: Yes, and yes. My first wife and I lost our first child, so we were very focused and careful on our second. I had been taking seminars with ARC and specifically a drumming session where we searched for spirit guides. In fact, I came away with one.
We were heading in a Ford Taurus for a visit to the mid-wife center when a Cadillac rear-ended us. Our damage to car and persons, and most importantly to our unborn daughter, was non-existent while the Cadillac crumbled up into the engine and had to be towed. No one could explain it, but I knew we’d been protected.
3. SC: Thank you for sharing that. We're glad your spirit guide was there. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
KAD: I’m presently working on an urban fantasy series called the Khimmer Chronicles. Let’s compare our protagonist with Jane Yellowrock meets Tank Girl. Ahnjii is a fun human assassin, with some really cool adaptive armor, stuck here on Earth amid a bunch of cryptids that the other humans don’t know about. Book Two, Death’s Contract, is about half-way through first draft. It opens right after sex with a shifter (off screen, no PNR) and continues with a vampire who doesn’t take no for an answer.
SC: Thanks for chatting with us, Kevin. Let's take a look at your novel now.
Haddie swore. No wonder Dad had been calling. “Tell her I'm fine. Just looking for Liz.”
“And Dr. Aaron?” Terry sounded relieved that she didn't go off on him.
“How do you know him?”
He swallowed audibly. “Well, I mean, he's been a constant in these demon groups. A bit of a fanatic. But I got worried, and asked if anyone had seen a friend of mine around this sighting. He messaged me immediately and started demanding that I put him in touch with you. Said he knew you from last winter. That was the ski trip, right?”
Terry had posted a description of her in the forums. It didn't matter. The fight outside the hotel had to have attracted some attention, though she'd had pink hair part of the time. She opened her mouth, about to ask Terry if he'd heard anything about the fight outside the hotel, and stopped.
Wilkins would be after her shortly. The FBI wouldn't just let something like this go. She'd killed someone, no matter the circumstances.
“Huh?” She stared at the building where the rave would be happening. She needed to find Liz.
Get past those guards.
“What about Dr. Aaron? Do you want me to give him your number?”
She did want to know about the demons. He'd been suspicious of her and her powers, and had disappeared right after the fight. “Yes.”
He paused and she could hear him typing. “So what's going on? Still haven't found Liz? I mean, this could be serious. The more I look, the worse it gets. Missing people, on top of the suicides. One mom swears her son is in a mental hospital because of these raves.”
That sounded about right. Whatever the song did, she could imagine it driving her crazy. “I'm about to go into the rave now. I'm hoping to get Liz out. I'll let you know.”
“Yes.” She'd rather have Dad with her.
She peered at the building where the rave would be. If the guards were looking for her, likely considering the attack at the hotel, then she'd have to scout for a back way in. Before, she'd planned on walking in as if going to the rave, then scoop up Liz — and Matt.
“Maybe you should just call the police.”
She thought of a swat team facing down demons or the fanatical yellow-hazed men, with Liz in the middle. “Not yet.” This needed to be quiet. She looked into the mirror at the spray of pinkish brown covering the right side of her hair and leaving a shock of white down the left side of her face. Not very stealthy, Haddie. Maybe she had a hoodie in the back from last winter.