Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview
Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
Elouise "Lou" Farrington, the tempestuous heart of the Caviar Sea, commands its violent waves with a fiery spirit sparked by a burning need for revenge. As the youngest pirate to ever hoist a flag in these treacherous waters, she seeks to avenge her father's unjust murder. Yet, her rage is tempered by an ember of justice that flickers within her, threatening to extinguish her thirst for retribution. The flames of this internal struggle blaze even brighter when her formidable adversary tempts her with a pact of peace, a chance to relinquish her personal vendetta for the promise of a ceaseless calm on the ocean's surface.
Her crew, a motley collection of fierce women, are more than just her comrades - they are her chosen family. Her loyalty to them is as boundless as the sea they sail, and her protective instinct rivals that of a savage sea beast guarding its brood. To harm them is to stoke the wrath of a storm, for there is no line she wouldn't cross, no wave she wouldn't ride, to ensure their safety.
Rylander "Rye" Bordeaux is the beacon of discipline amidst the chaos of the Caviar Sea, an embodiment of naval integrity and courage. As the esteemed captain of the Isle of Cava, he bears the weight of a formidable mission: to end the War of the Sea by ending the Siren Queen. His heart beats in rhythm with the ocean's swell, and his unwavering determination is to bring serenity to its tempestuous depths. Beneath his stoic exterior and strategic mind, however, lurk shadows of a haunting past that he must conquer to navigate a peaceful future.
Rye's salvation may well rest in the enigmatic and tempestuous Captain Elouise. Her captivating allure is a siren song that teases his heart and challenges his faith. Drawn into a treacherous dance of deception and fragile trust, he is left wrestling with a fateful question: can he entrust his life, his mission, his crew and perhaps the fate of the sea, to a pirate who would see him in a watery grave? As uncertainty breeds more uncertainty, a new dread arises: is he being pulled into the undertow of love for the woman who believes him to be her father’s killer?
Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
It's not that I subscribe to the existence of the paranormal, but rather, I am captivated by its narrative allure. I appreciate the creative wellspring it triggers, and I marvel at the immersive universes birthed from the ingenious minds of screenwriters, authors, and filmmakers. Without such belief, my own capacity to weave tales of fantastical journeys and epic adventures would remain untapped.
I also uphold the perspective that occasionally, embracing belief in the supernatural or the enigmatic can serve as a salve for our wounds. Take, for instance, the faith in spirits or apparitions. In the throes of grief, finding solace in the idea that our departed loved ones visit us in dreams, reincarnate as a butterfly, or send us subtle signs through the displacement of objects, can be a profound source of comfort. I see no harm in this form of healing; on the contrary, it can be a gentle bridge towards acceptance and peace.
What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
Oohhhh, I’m so glad you asked. I am currently in the process of finishing three young adult works: 'War of the Land', 'The Offensive Line', and 'Chess Games'.
'War of the Land' is a successor to 'War of the Sea', exploring the next generation of protagonists. It is a tale of epic confrontations where celestial beings and mortals stand shoulder to shoulder, driven by a shared objective to halt Zeus from obliterating humankind. The narrative resonates with echoes of ancient legends, from Prometheus to Apollo. Prepare to be immersed in a battlefield where legends are born, honor clashes with destiny, and the very earth beneath our feet serves as the stage for acts of courage, the stirring complexities of love, and humanity's struggle for survival. All this, underscored by the tension and anticipation of an arranged marriage.
'The Offensive Line' serves as a companion novel to 'Sideliners' and delves into the exhilarating world of high school football romance. Our protagonists are an unlikely pair: a New York City girl, grappling with the recent loss of her father and move to a backward, regressive Texas town, and a boy who hails from Texas's rougher neighborhoods while caring for his mother and brother after his father was incarcerated for trying to kill them. Despite their stark differences, they share a common battle - the fight for survival.
'Chess Games' presents a thrilling narrative about a young girl safeguarded by the youngest undercover agent posing as a high school student, tasked with protecting her from the man who killed her mother. This high-stakes dance of deceit, trust, and survival promises to keep the readers on the edge of their seats.
I also just handed in HunterLore, book #2 of the Hunterland series which has been optioned for TV to my publisher. The pub date is September 17th, 2024. Here’s the official blurb:
Every hunter knows dangerous supernatural beings rule the shadows of our world, but what happens when they step into the light.
For Liam Hunter, monster hunting is a way of life—a family tradition passed down for generations. But when campers are murdered in the woods, their hearts ripped from their chests, Liam finds himself facing his most terrifying adversary yet—his own mother, turned monster. Her pack of werewolves will test Liam’s limits, his morals, and his undeniable connection with the girl who still has too large a claim on his heart.
Olivia Davis is determined to uncover her own place in Hunterland’s society and hone her newfound abilities. But when Olivia has a terrifying vision, she’s faced with a much larger uncertainty, her feelings for the boy she let slip through her fingers.
Together can Olivia and Liam survive the deadly game of cat and mouse, or will they become victims in a world where the monsters are the hunters? The clock is ticking. The game is on. And the price of failure may be humanity.
Excerpt:
Our mouths met once again, hungry and desperate, as I lifted her into my arms. Her chemise rose and bunched in between us. My palms cupped her exposed thighs, urging them to encircle my waist. I walked us backward to the bed, never breaking our kiss, and slowly lowered her down, careful to bear my weight against my forearm. I savored the softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath mingling with mine, as her fingers wove into my hair. Pleasure and pain radiated through my scalp as she pulled the ends with her iron grip, her moans urging me on. With my free hand, I explored her, tracing the lines of her neck, the softness of her breasts. Her body arched in response, a silent plea for more.
I continued my journey, my hand tracing the curve of her hip, slipping beneath her knee, and wrapping her leg around me once more. The connection between us grew stronger, an unspoken understanding that we were meant to be entwined, a meeting of souls. And then, with a surge of anticipation, I pressed into her, feeling her heat and the electric pulse of our bodies against one another.
She pulled back, her eyes locking onto mine, reflecting a hunger and longing that mirrored my own. A mischievous smile played upon her lips as her fingers toyed with the button on my trousers. But before she undid it, I heard a noise. Footsteps.
“It’s probably a good idea to tell you both I’m in the room.” Smitter’s voice sounded somewhere behind me, way too close to the bed, to us.
I jumped backward, lost my balance, and stumbled to the floor. My rear landed hard. Lou swathed herself in a wad of sheets.
“I had hoped you’d come up for air, but there’s really no good way to interrupt.” He waved in between us.
“I’m going to kill you,” I growled from the floor. Out of all the times my uncle had popped in and out of a room, this had to be the most invasive and humiliating.
“Why would you …? I can’t— Don’t you ever do that again,” Lou shouted, horrified. Her hands balled around the sheets. Flushed like a sunburned noble, she volleyed her gaze between me, half clothed on the floor, and Smitter. Her knotted hair stuck up on top of her head.
“Yes, I realize it’s not great timing, but the two of you need your rest. We drop anchor tomorrow on the perimeter of Anthemusa. The men have already been moved to the soundproof rooms. And we need to strategize how you’ll slay the Siren Queen, now that our first plan is no longer viable.” Smitter’s concerned brown eyes found mine. “Also, your aunt said this isn’t the right time for”—he swirled a finger in our general direction—“this.”
Lou’s brows contorted. “What? Who is your aunt?” She gaped at me.
I waved Lou off. Aunt Artemis, the goddess of childbirth, would know when Lou should abstain, but I wasn’t about to have that conversation. I bent my knees, resting my elbows on my thighs, and rubbed my temples. My family had truly outdone themselves. Not a single boundary nor a clue as to how their incessant involvement could be a nuisance.
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