Today, I’m honored to introduce Nicole Storey. She’s here to talk to us about Blind Sight (The Celadon Circle: Book One). On a personal note, I absolutely LOVED Blind Sight. It’s by far one of the best urban fantasy novels I’ve ever read. If you missed my review yesterday, you can read it HERE. Before we get started with the interview, let’s have a look at the blurb for Blind Sight…
Jordan’s life seems to be going in circles. Orphaned, home-schooled and born into the family business, she doesn’t have a lot of friends, she doesn’t have a lot of choices. Her life is dominated by her uncle, her older brothers and a couple of annoying Angels who expect her to get off her backside and keep Evil in check. All she wants is a few days to herself, to relax, to dream and to listen to her Daughtry cds, but that isn’t happening. Oh, well. Everyone has their demons.
Blind Sight (The Celadon Circle) is available on:
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Tricia: Can you tell us a little about yourself?
Nicole: I live in Georgia with my husband, two children, and a plethora of pets. When I’m not traveling to magical lands with potty-mouthed pixies or fighting demons, I like to conspire with angels and keep humanity safe from evil. Basically, I’m your typical writer/mom!
Tricia When did you begin writing?
Nicole: I didn’t start writing seriously until a little over two years ago. Up until then, I wrote for fun. I never dreamed of having anything published.
Tricia: Can you tell us about your most recent release?
Nicole: My newest release is titled Blind Sight. It is the first book in my new YA paranormal series, The Celadon Circle.
Tricia: How did you get the idea for the book?
Nicole: I got the inspiration for the series from different sources. I have always loved anything that can’t be explained, Halloween, and the paranormal. I also love the T.V. show, Supernatural. I decided I wanted to try my hand at a more mature series, as my other, Grimsley Hollow, is juvenile fantasy.
Tricia: If you could recommend just one of your books to my readers, which book would you choose?
Nicole: I think it would depend on how old they are. Blind Sight is for ages 16 and up. The Grimsley Hollow series can be read by kids ages 10 and up.
Tricia: Of all your characters, which one is your favorite? Why?
Nicole: Wow, that’s tough! It’s like trying to choose which of my children I love best. LOL! I will say Jordan from Blind Sight. She is a teenager who wants to fit in and have a normal life, but because of what she does and who she is, she never will. I also love her strength.
Tricia: What was the most challenging aspect of writing your book?
Nicole: The most challenging part of writing Blind Sight did not come until after it was read by a few beta readers. Many of them advised that I change or delete certain aspects, believing I might insult readers. However, I don’t write to please the masses. I write from the heart. I didn’t change anything other than one of the character’s name.
Tricia: What is your primary goal as an author?
Nicole: To inspire. I want readers to be able to relate to my books on some level. I want my characters to show them that they are not alone and that being different isn’t a bad thing.
Tricia: What projects are you currently working on?
Nicole: Right now, I am working on the fourth book in the Grimsley Hollow series. It is titled, The Longest Days of Night.
Tricia: What advice would you offer to new or aspiring authors?
Nicole: Read, read, read! The more you read, the more you learn. I would also advise to let beta readers go over your work and to always hire a professional editor. Lastly, do not sign with a publisher until you check their credentials. There are too many out there who are scam artists looking for new authors who have not learned this yet. They will lock you into a contract where you may never see any money and lose the rights to your books. Ask around on Facebook, check them out on websites such as Preditors and Editors (http://pred-ed.com/). Doing research on a publishing company could save you a lot of heartache and frustration later on.
About the Author:
Nicole Storey lives in Georgia with her wonderful husband, two prodigious kids, and a plethora of pets. When she isn’t traveling to magical realms with potty-mouthed pixies or fighting demons, she conspires with angels and keeps humanity safe from evil. She also enjoys reading, writing on her blogs, gardening, cooking, and anything associated with Halloween. Nicole is an author of juvenile fantasy and YA paranormal books and is published with Inknbeans Press. Her books can be found on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Sony, and Smashwords in e-book and paperback.
Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/KThYif
Official Website: http://bit.ly/15oJb2y
Blood and screaming; screaming and blood. The horrors of the image before her assault Jordan’s senses, overwhelming them to the point where she must scream herself. It wouldn’t matter if she did — the young girl fighting for her life wouldn’t hear her. Neither would the monster dismantling her body piece by agonizing piece.
She’d fought valiantly. The girl – she couldn’t be more than sixteen – obviously wasn’t the type to roll over and die. The monster liked that. Fear made her flesh sweeter. Her hair is plastered to her head with sweat. Her breathing labored, coming in short gasps. Tears cut tracks through the grime and muck on her face. Jordan figured she’d been on the run for at least an hour or more.
Her time is coming to an end, though. The blood loss is too great – she’s weak. Jeans, which were once faded blue, are a saturated burgundy now. She had lost what was left of her shirt a while back. Strips of skin flap loosely above and below her bra strap. She’s barely able to stumble through the trees. The monster allows her to get as far as fifty feet away before it pounces again, using powerful claws to rake what’s left of the flesh from her back. Its long, black tongue snakes out, lapping up her blood. Its putrid body shivers in ecstasy under the bloated moon.
The girl barely whimpers this time, but sound carries in the silent woods. The monster stops feeding long enough to place a gnarled, heavy foot on her back, snapping it like dry timber. There will be no more running for either of them this night.
Enormous wings unfurl from the creature’s body, webbed and veined — not unlike those of a bat. Fully spanned, they reach at least twelve feet across. Jordan knows she must get a closer look. With the thought, her body moves, drifting on the currents of the gentle breeze created by the pines and oaks. Soon, too soon, she is floating right above it.
As if it can hear or sense something is near, the thing raises its massive head, sniffing the air. Its face resembles a gibbon, but the mouth is wider – distorted and stretched to hold rows of wicked-sharp teeth. Yellow eyes capture the moonlight, reflecting it like any other animal, only more brightly. Its body is covered in gray feathers or scales coated in a slimy substance. The smell is unbelievable – a mixture of skunk, feces, and ammonia that make her eyes water. Jordan’s seen enough.
Before she moves away, she takes one last look at the girl lying broken on the ground before her. She is bruised and shattered, her blonde hair streaked red with blood. Was she beautiful before? Maybe she was a cheerleader for her school’s football team. She could have been a straight — A student on her way to a full scholarship to Vassar. It didn’t matter. She was someone’s daughter, perhaps a big sister…someone’s friend. Jordan wishes she could comfort her, stroke her brow or squeeze her hand – something to let her know she isn’t dying alone. However, it is against the rules. The most she can do is make sure her death is not in vain.
As she moves away from the nightmare, the creature lets loose a scream, raising goose bumps along her arms. AhOOOoool! Probably a victory yell for a successful hunt, Jordan thinks to herself, wishing she could sink a silver knife in its gullet. She feels herself begin to fade from this time and place, a sensation of being guided somewhere else. Go ahead and celebrate, you bastard. That poor girl will be your last meal.
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