1. When did you start writing?
I’ve been
writing since I could crayon to paper. It’s just something
I’vealways done. In
elementary school I wrote books that I would insist the
teacher let me stand up
and read before the entire class whether they liked
it or not.
2. What inspired you to start writing?
My Gryphon Series was inspired by two things; first the nagging thought I’d
been having about creating a butt kicking chick that didn’t need anyone to
save
her. Then I had a dream that actually is a scene from The Conduit, in
the
theater when the hand shoots up out of the orchestra pit as Celeste
creeps
toward it. The realism of that dream along with my desire to create a
role
model for young girls spawned the creation of my series.
3. Any new projects coming up to
look forward to?
I have a novella that is a Gryphon Series short releasing in
September and
the third book in the series coming out in November.
4. What is your opinion on those
who leave bad reviews?
Bad reviews are inevitable. For authors we have to
accept that they WILL
happen because there is no pleasing everyone. However
there are tactful
ways to state an opinion and you can’t fault a book if it’s
not the genre you
normally enjoy.
5. Are you an independent writer or are
you represented by a publisher?
Ummm…both? LOL! I actually am the owner of
Anchor Group Publishing a
small traditional press. We have great authors under
our imprint; Christy
Sloat, Dawn Gray, Ethan Rice, Elizabeth Kirke, Monika Pardon, Katherine
Polillo, Cindy Springsteen, Jaimie Hope, Jodi Stone, Monette
Pangan, Wendy
Nystrom, Karen Swart and Amy Richie. Our crew is constantly
growing and I
am fortunate enough to represent my work along with all this
amazing
talent.
6. What advice would you give to someone
just starting out in your field?
Get your name out there and not just in one
location—blog tours, twitter,
reviews, Facebook. Make it so when you Google
yourself—teehee that
sounds dirty—your name pops up everywhere!!
7. What are your habits when you sit
down to write?
Do you have to be in a certain room or outside? On my bed,
propped up on
my burgundy pillow with my laptop on my lap.
8. What has been the hardest thing
during the process of writing your books?
The first round of editing. During
the first draft I just get the story out and
don’t worry about editing. Then I
go back over it and take out visible
mistakes and stuff that just plain sucks.
That round is usually very long and
painful.
9. Who would win in a stand-off?
Vampire/Werewolf/Zombie? And why?
It really depends on the vampire. Eric
Northman or Blade? Heck yeah that
could take them all! Edward? Well, he could
only win if he distracted them
by playing the piano whilst sparkling and waited
until they were completely
dumbfounded by what was happening to make his move.
10. Any shout outs to people who have
helped you along the way?
Melissa Ringsted, you’re the Thelma to my Louise and
I couldn’t ask for a
better friend or editor. To my admin, Jenn. You act as my parent,
sibling,
pimp and friend. I thank you for all you do and I hope you know how
much I
appreciate it. To my cheerleaders and Condu-nuts—you know who you are!!!
Thank you for enjoying my work enough to want to help spread the word
about it!
You motivated me to keep at this crazy dream of mine! To my
entire family-thank
you all for encouraging me to talk to the imaginary
people that live in my head
and tell their stories. I love you!!
11. Where can we find you page/address?
12. Share your favorite excerpt from your
book!
The next night’s patrol up into the mountains was
all kinds of awkward due to how incredibly peeved Gabe still was despite my
attempts to make amends. As we walked, he intentionally allowed a branch to
snap back at my face. I caught it a split second before it impaled my eyeball.
Kendall, with her sweet nature, easily forgave me and we hugged it out. Gabe
told me where I could shove my apology. Maybe I had been somewhat out of line
with the things I said, but he had been lying to me for months. Therefore, I’d had about all of his nasty attitude I could
tolerate.
“Don’t worry about that branch, Gabe,” I snapped.
“I got it. Thanks.”
Gabe halted. He kept his broad back to me as he
let out a low, menacing growl.
I put my hand on my hip and shined my flashlight
at him. “Oh, I don’t even think so! I don’t care how big and bad you think you are, you’re not gonna growl at
me.”
His head whipped around. The light from my
flashlight reflected off of his yellow cat eyes. That sight wasn’t new to me,
yet it still gave me chills.
“Demon,” he rumbled, in a barely human tremor,
then fell to the ground in a low crouch. His clawed hands dug into the dirt as
his back arched in preparation for his change.
A rush of air behind me and Keni’s wings were
deployed. She and I scanned the landscape in front of us with our flashlights.
Trees. Light fog. Rocks. The occasional critter, but no demon. Then—not twenty
feet in front of us—the brush rustled. A black shadow darted past us.
“Did you see that?” I followed it with the light,
but it vanished before I could catch up.
Before either of them could answer, a shrill
cackle echoed through the night. The shapeless form flew by in another pass. We
spun to follow it but again failed to get a glimpse.
“Where’d it go?” Keni’s feathers tickled my
shoulder as she curled her wing protectively around me. “I lost it.”
Pebbles kicked up as the demon skidded to a stop
in front of us. Like matching spotlights our flashlight beams captured the
creature.
Kendall
giggled and put her wings away.
Gabe paused in the early stages of his
transformation, stood up, and reverted back to human.
I
screamed for all I was worth and dropped my flashlight.
Before us stood a gruesome, two-foot tall
hobgoblin with green wart covered skin that hung off its tiny frame. Long, wiry
black hair draped down passed the snarling, spitting creature’s itty, bitty
shoulders. With beady little eyes, a snout for a nose, and a mouth full of
shark-like teeth, this thing was straight out of my worst nightmares.
“Aww, it’s kinda cute!” Kendall gushed and bent
down to extended her hand to it like it was a friendly pooch.
Then it charged. Its tiny legs blurred as it sped
toward us with snapping jaws. I flew onto Gabe’s shoulders like a cat up a
tree. Kendall released her wings just in time to lob the hobgoblin back where
it started. That didn’t slow it down. It hopped right back up and ran at us
again.
“Get off me!” Gabe ordered, but couldn’t shake my
death grip from around his neck.
“NO! Not until you get rid of it!” I screamed.
“Turn into a lion and eat it! Or shred it! I don’t care, just make it go away!”
Once again, Kendall hit it like a well-served
tennis ball and sent it careening through the air.
“What do you need my help for?” Gabe asked, in what I considered to be an overly
mocking tone, as he grappled to pry my arms and legs off of him. “You’re the
“Chosen One” and I’m just your sidekick.
Seems to me you should be able to handle this all on your own, oh-mighty one.”
“Gabe! Now is not the time to get into this!” I
pleaded as I clung to him like a frightened koala bear. “Just kill it!”
“No.” While I couldn’t see his face, I could hear
the smirk in his voice. “I think now is the perfect
time to talk about this. You need to admit that you need both of us.”
The demon whizzed past Keni. I squealed and
squeezed my eyes shut as Gabe casually punted it away from us. “I need you! I
need you! Please! Get rid of that thing!”
“Now apologize for calling me your sidekick. That
was very offensive.”
“You’re not my sidekick!” I whimpered. “You’re my
sentry! Which is mythical, and heroic.
Please make that horrible thing go away!”
“And you’ll never take us for granted again,
right?”
“Oh, for the love of all that’s good and pure!
Yes! I’m an awful person that took you for granted. It’ll never happen again!”
“Good,” Gabe relented. “Now climb down, and I’ll
take care of the toddler-sized demon for you.”
Just as I attempted to scale my way down my
building-sized brother, the mini-goblin zipped at us again. I screeched, lost
my hold, and thudded to the ground. Right into the path of the incoming
two-foot terror.
Yelling, “Celeste look out,” was all Gabe and
Keni had time to do.
In utter panic, I brought one arm up to shield my
face and held the other out to block the attack. With my eyes clamped shut I
tensed for the moment when those gruesome teeth would shred me to the bone.
No shredding, biting, or nipping of any sort
came. Nothing did.
“Uh, Celeste?” Keni’s tone was a question mark.
“What?” I squeaked my response through a locked
jaw, but didn’t dare open my eyes.
“I think you got a new power.”
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