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Sneak Peek: Blood Debt's First Chapter
Hello! Today was the day I was supposed to unveil Blood Debt’s cover – I’m sorry to say that won’t be possible. Dreamscape Covers did such a great job with the Destiny Series that I wanted them to also do the Touched Series. Unfortunately, she’s a little backed up and Blood Debt’s cover won’t be ready for another couple weeks. *Sigh* I’m sure it will be fabulous and I should be able to post it around the first of June.
So rather than spin my wheels for a couple weeks and leave you all hanging, I thought I’d let you all have a sneak peek at the first chapter of Blood Debt. I hope you like it!!
Blood Debt: Chapter 1 (Scheduled release July 15, 2012)
Camille
I stared at the phone. I had his number. I had his name. Twenty-two years. . . after twenty-two stinking years of fantasizing about who he was, what he was like, where he was - you’d think I would have dialed by now. The thing is - nobody, anywhere, could live up to my expectations. I’d always envisioned this successful, educated, lead-singer, movie-star, rich, kind of father. It was great to think that he was this wonderful, benevolent man, who one day would swoop in and introduce himself, then whisk me away in a limo. Yeah, that never happened.
I can’t think of a time when I wasn’t dying to meet him. When I would ask my mom, she would always tell me, “Your father was a wonderful man. We had a few magical days together, and he left me with the most amazing gift to remember him by.” Sure, that’s what a ten year old wants to hear. She would never tell me his name, where he lived, or anything about him other than he didn’t live in California.
It didn’t matter how hard I pleaded, I think she preferred that he be a mystery. Who would have guessed all those times I said I would trade anything to meet him, I never thought I’d trade my rock, my anchor. . . my mom. Ten minutes before she took her last breath, she grabbed my hand and choked out, “Your father. . .lives in Charleston, SC. His name is William Strayer. He deserves to know you. Tell him . . . tell him I said, ‘Goodbye.’”
A few breaths later, she slipped away as death carried her to her final peace. I cried for weeks. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t process losing my mom and getting the information I’d been begging her for my whole life in the span of ten minutes. All those wagers I’d tried to make with God, to find out who he was: I’d told God I would trade anything - I never meant my mom. I’m not crazy enough to think that God had stolen my mom just so I could find out who my father was, but I had several weeks of erratic thoughts.
I googled him. He was easy to find. He’d been in the same house, in the same job, for better than thirty years. Everything I found out about him on the internet pointed to an average guy, with an average life. He wasn’t a rock star. He wasn’t famous. He wasn’t dead.
I took one final breath, steadying myself. I had my phone in one hand and the slip of paper with all his information on my lap. I dialed the number, wondering what I was going to say to him. Before I could press “send,” I chickened out and went back to mom’s bedroom to go through more of her things. Peggy, my mom’s closest and only friend, had offered to come over and help me, but I was twenty-two. I shouldn’t need help with this. Even if Peggy was her best-friend, I knew mom wouldn’t want her going through her things. My mom had always been a private person.
Mom knew it was coming. It wasn’t a surprise or anything. She’d been sick for a long time. Her closet, that normally looked crammed with outfits from the last several decades, wasn’t as packed as the last time I’d seen it. Mom must have gone through some of her things before she died because the walk-in closet could actually be walked into.
Tucked in the far back corner, on a shelf, was a treasure box of sorts: a wooden box with the key inserted into the lock. Whatever was inside, Mom wanted me to see it. I found yellowing movie ticket stubs for a title I’d never heard of, an airline ticket from twenty eight years ago, and a tourist shot glass from the Crazy Horse Monument in South Dakota. It seemed an odd set of treasures for her to have hidden away. I looked at the old plane ticket: it was for an Angela Chiron - no one I knew. I gently closed the wooden box after I’d returned her “treasures,” to their resting place. As I stared at sequined sweaters, stretch pants, dress slacks and dresses, I found myself wanting to make that phone call far more than I wanted to go through my mom’s life.
William. Did he even know I existed? He probably had a family of his own. What would they think of me? It had always been just my mom and me. She didn’t have any family, at least other than me. Her parents died when she was young, and she’d been an only child. I think her final gift to me – my father’s identity - was her way of not leaving me so alone in the world.
I went back to the living room, sat on the sofa and put my feet up on the coffee table, almost begging Mom to walk in the room and tell me to get my feet off of it. A lonely tear rolled down my cheek. No one would be walking through the doorway to tell me to put my feet down. I hated the idea of being alone.
I took one more deep breath, picked up the slip of paper, and dialed his number again. This time my shaking fingers pushed “Send.”
A woman’s voice picked up the phone, “Hello.”
I stammered, terrified of this call, not sure what to say to the woman. “Uh . . . hi . . . is William there?”
“Who’s calling?”
“Camille.”
“Camille, is this a sales call?”
“Uh, no. Definitely, no. Is William home?”
“Just a minute.”
I could only assume that had been William’s wife. I wanted to hang up. I saw my hand shaking and prayed that I wouldn’t have full blown convulsions. I had practiced this phone call several times, but realized I should have written things down. My fear began crippling me, and I drew a blank. What would I say? ‘I’m your love child from twenty-three years ago and wanted to say hi.’ Not the best approach.
I heard a gruff voice come on the line, “Hello, this is Will.”
My voice didn’t work. My mouth opened but nothing came out.
“Hello, is anybody there?”
I cleared my throat, closed my eyes and answered, “Uh, yes. Hi, William. I’m Camille.”
A friendly voice responded, “Okay. Camille, who?”
“Right. I’m Angela Benning’s daughter.”
“Angela Benning? I’m still not making the connection. Are you sure you have the right William?”
“William Strayer from Charleston, South Carolina?”
“Yes.”
“You are the only one I found in information. Have you ever been to San Diego?”
“Well, yes. I travel there, but I don’t know an Angela Benning.”
“Not even one you knew twenty-three years ago?” Silence answered me back. I wasn’t sure if he had hung up the phone, if the connection had been dropped, or if he was too stunned to answer. “William, are you still there?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m still here. I did know an Angela in San Diego. She was a bartender in a hotel.”
“That’s right.”
“Camille, how old are you?”
I did have the right person and at least I didn’t have to draw the connection out for him with big purple crayons. “I’m twenty-two.”
More silence. This was a bad idea. I braced myself for him to deny he was my father, that I was some leech after him for money. His voice spoke softly, “Camille, I don’t know what to say. Your mother is an incredible woman.”
“Was.” I corrected, “She was an incredible woman.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. What happened?” Sincerity was wrapped in his voice.
“She died of breast cancer a few weeks ago. Right before she died, she told me how I could contact you.”
“So, you’re my. . . I mean she wouldn’t have . . . if you weren’t mine.”
I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. “Right. I don’t need anything. I just . . . I guess I wanted to talk to you.”
“Camille, you have to believe me, if I had known I would have . . . I didn’t know I had a daughter.”
“That’s okay, William. I knew I had a father – I mean from a biological perspective. But Mom would never tell me anything about you, well, not until the night she died.”
His voice sounded heavy, “Call me, Will, everyone does. So, she didn’t want you to contact me?”
“I guess not, well . . . she never told me anything about you. I never knew your name until the night she passed.”
I heard hopefulness in his voice I didn’t expect when he said, “When can I meet you?”
This was a question I wasn’t really prepared for. All those practice conversations had more to do with introducing myself and convincing him that I was his daughter. I thought I had prepared for every possible response. I never considered that he would want to meet me. “Uh, maybe the next time you come to California?”
“Camille, I’ve got a lot going on for the next month. Getting out to the west coast would be hard. Would you consider flying to South Carolina?”
My heart started doing cartwheels. Not only did I have a real father - he wanted to see me! Trying not to gush at his suggestion, “Um, maybe. I’ve got a bunch of stuff I’ve got to take care of. You know, estate stuff for Mom, and a job.”
“I could arrange for a lawyer to take care of that for you. Camille, I don’t want to put this off. I . . . I could make arrangements now. You could be on the red eye tonight.”
“Will, you don’t know anything about me. I’ve got a job. I can’t just get on a plane.”
“You’re my blood, Camille. Angela was a magical woman, I . . . I had no idea. If you can’t come to me, I’ll juggle some things around. I have to meet you.”
Huh, that’s the same thing mom had said about him. That he was “magical.” I had googled him a few days ago. I knew he was somehow involved with finance and investments and ran a firm in Charleston. Since my job was working at a department store as a cashier, reality was that it would be much easier for me to leave my job for a few days. As I looked around the apartment, there was too much of her here. Not that it was a bad thing, but given the last several months, it might be nice to have a change of scenery, for a few days.
I took a deep breath, “Okay, I can call into work and have someone cover my shifts. But I don’t have the cash for a plane ticket or motel or anything.”
“I’ll take care of it. How soon could you be on a plane?”
“I guess tonight, do you need to talk to your wife or anything?”
“Gretchen will be happy to have you as a guest. She’s always wanted a daughter as much as I have.” I felt a warm glow in my chest. The emptiness of losing my mom would stay with me forever, but I wasn’t alone. I had a father. We exchanged email addresses so we could coordinate the flight. I wondered if this was some sort of a dream. I had run a background investigation on him within days of finding out who he was.
All I really knew about him was: He paid his taxes, he owned several properties, he had never been arrested, and he hadn’t had a ticket or an accident in the last seven years.
I called my best friend in the world to let him know what had just happened. He was so excited for me that he was at my door within twenty minutes. Daniel was like the brother I never had. We looked enough alike that sometimes people assumed I was his sister. He had dark hair, kind of that in between length – it was short, but shaggy. His eyelashes were gorgeous, for a long time I teased him calling him “Maybeline Eyes,” and he had this way of looking at girls that made them all melt – well, all but me.
Daniel was on the surf team in high school and even got a scholarship to surf in college, so there was never a shortage of beach babes looking to hang out with him. We’d never been more than friends and I knew we both liked it that way. We each had a ready-made date for all the big social events, weddings, engagement parties, holiday parties, etc – but none of the romantic attachments that came with it.
Daniel gathered me in a large bear hug and swung me around. “You talked to him? He wants to meet you?”
“I did, he wasn’t freaked out about it or anything. He’s flying me to South Carolina, tonight, to meet him.”
Daniel’s enthusiasm diminished in front of me, “Tonight? Why the rush?”
I slapped his shoulder, “I’m his daughter. He wants to meet me.”
“Did he say why he never bothered to come see you?”
“I think my mom hid us from each other. He didn’t even know that I existed until I called.”
“Just like that, he wants you on a plane? What about a DNA test?”
“He didn’t ask for any proof. He said he remembered her.” I left out the part where he said she was magical – Daniel knew that’s what my mom said about him.
“That must have been some phone call. Are you sure he’s all right?”
“I’m not stupid. I did a background check.”
“That just means he’s never been caught.”
I punched Daniel’s arm a second time and he feigned pain. “I’m just saying, you don’t even know the guy. He could be a serial killer for all you know. There’s probably a reason your mom never let the two of you meet.”
“She told me who he was right before she died. She must have wanted me to find him.”
“Maybe. How about I go with you?”
“Um, I don’t know. I think this is something I have to do on my own, but keep your cell phone on you in case I need you.”
He frowned with his eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t like it. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Stop worrying. I’ll be back on Sunday. If it gets weird, I’ll come back sooner.”
“If I don’t get a call every day, I’m getting on a plane.”
“Right, to fly to South Carolina and do what? I’ll be fine. He sounded nice.”
“You’ve wanted to meet this guy forever. Don’t get your hopes up. Angela was a smart lady. She must have kept you two apart for a reason.”
“Maybe she just didn’t want the hassle of sharing custody.” This was the lie I’d told myself when I was little. My mom never had boyfriends. She always told me her life was full, and she didn’t have room for one more person in it.
“Maybe, but maybe he’s a douche, and she didn’t want you to get hurt.”
My heart sunk. I didn’t have the strength to argue with him. I knew he was right. I knew mom hid his identity from me, but I didn’t care why.
Everyone needed family, no matter how weird they might be. I was willing to take a chance: one crazy father was better than nobody.
For the next fifteen hours, through two airports and the whole time I was in the air, Daniel’s words continued to echo in my mind, “She must have kept you two apart for a reason.” Why would she have kept us apart? Was she ashamed of him? What did he do that made her not want him in her life? She’d never, for as long as I could remember, had a boyfriend – had he done something to her?
So rather than spin my wheels for a couple weeks and leave you all hanging, I thought I’d let you all have a sneak peek at the first chapter of Blood Debt. I hope you like it!!
Blood Debt: Chapter 1 (Scheduled release July 15, 2012)
Camille
I stared at the phone. I had his number. I had his name. Twenty-two years. . . after twenty-two stinking years of fantasizing about who he was, what he was like, where he was - you’d think I would have dialed by now. The thing is - nobody, anywhere, could live up to my expectations. I’d always envisioned this successful, educated, lead-singer, movie-star, rich, kind of father. It was great to think that he was this wonderful, benevolent man, who one day would swoop in and introduce himself, then whisk me away in a limo. Yeah, that never happened.
I can’t think of a time when I wasn’t dying to meet him. When I would ask my mom, she would always tell me, “Your father was a wonderful man. We had a few magical days together, and he left me with the most amazing gift to remember him by.” Sure, that’s what a ten year old wants to hear. She would never tell me his name, where he lived, or anything about him other than he didn’t live in California.
It didn’t matter how hard I pleaded, I think she preferred that he be a mystery. Who would have guessed all those times I said I would trade anything to meet him, I never thought I’d trade my rock, my anchor. . . my mom. Ten minutes before she took her last breath, she grabbed my hand and choked out, “Your father. . .lives in Charleston, SC. His name is William Strayer. He deserves to know you. Tell him . . . tell him I said, ‘Goodbye.’”
A few breaths later, she slipped away as death carried her to her final peace. I cried for weeks. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t process losing my mom and getting the information I’d been begging her for my whole life in the span of ten minutes. All those wagers I’d tried to make with God, to find out who he was: I’d told God I would trade anything - I never meant my mom. I’m not crazy enough to think that God had stolen my mom just so I could find out who my father was, but I had several weeks of erratic thoughts.
I googled him. He was easy to find. He’d been in the same house, in the same job, for better than thirty years. Everything I found out about him on the internet pointed to an average guy, with an average life. He wasn’t a rock star. He wasn’t famous. He wasn’t dead.
I took one final breath, steadying myself. I had my phone in one hand and the slip of paper with all his information on my lap. I dialed the number, wondering what I was going to say to him. Before I could press “send,” I chickened out and went back to mom’s bedroom to go through more of her things. Peggy, my mom’s closest and only friend, had offered to come over and help me, but I was twenty-two. I shouldn’t need help with this. Even if Peggy was her best-friend, I knew mom wouldn’t want her going through her things. My mom had always been a private person.
Mom knew it was coming. It wasn’t a surprise or anything. She’d been sick for a long time. Her closet, that normally looked crammed with outfits from the last several decades, wasn’t as packed as the last time I’d seen it. Mom must have gone through some of her things before she died because the walk-in closet could actually be walked into.
Tucked in the far back corner, on a shelf, was a treasure box of sorts: a wooden box with the key inserted into the lock. Whatever was inside, Mom wanted me to see it. I found yellowing movie ticket stubs for a title I’d never heard of, an airline ticket from twenty eight years ago, and a tourist shot glass from the Crazy Horse Monument in South Dakota. It seemed an odd set of treasures for her to have hidden away. I looked at the old plane ticket: it was for an Angela Chiron - no one I knew. I gently closed the wooden box after I’d returned her “treasures,” to their resting place. As I stared at sequined sweaters, stretch pants, dress slacks and dresses, I found myself wanting to make that phone call far more than I wanted to go through my mom’s life.
William. Did he even know I existed? He probably had a family of his own. What would they think of me? It had always been just my mom and me. She didn’t have any family, at least other than me. Her parents died when she was young, and she’d been an only child. I think her final gift to me – my father’s identity - was her way of not leaving me so alone in the world.
I went back to the living room, sat on the sofa and put my feet up on the coffee table, almost begging Mom to walk in the room and tell me to get my feet off of it. A lonely tear rolled down my cheek. No one would be walking through the doorway to tell me to put my feet down. I hated the idea of being alone.
I took one more deep breath, picked up the slip of paper, and dialed his number again. This time my shaking fingers pushed “Send.”
A woman’s voice picked up the phone, “Hello.”
I stammered, terrified of this call, not sure what to say to the woman. “Uh . . . hi . . . is William there?”
“Who’s calling?”
“Camille.”
“Camille, is this a sales call?”
“Uh, no. Definitely, no. Is William home?”
“Just a minute.”
I could only assume that had been William’s wife. I wanted to hang up. I saw my hand shaking and prayed that I wouldn’t have full blown convulsions. I had practiced this phone call several times, but realized I should have written things down. My fear began crippling me, and I drew a blank. What would I say? ‘I’m your love child from twenty-three years ago and wanted to say hi.’ Not the best approach.
I heard a gruff voice come on the line, “Hello, this is Will.”
My voice didn’t work. My mouth opened but nothing came out.
“Hello, is anybody there?”
I cleared my throat, closed my eyes and answered, “Uh, yes. Hi, William. I’m Camille.”
A friendly voice responded, “Okay. Camille, who?”
“Right. I’m Angela Benning’s daughter.”
“Angela Benning? I’m still not making the connection. Are you sure you have the right William?”
“William Strayer from Charleston, South Carolina?”
“Yes.”
“You are the only one I found in information. Have you ever been to San Diego?”
“Well, yes. I travel there, but I don’t know an Angela Benning.”
“Not even one you knew twenty-three years ago?” Silence answered me back. I wasn’t sure if he had hung up the phone, if the connection had been dropped, or if he was too stunned to answer. “William, are you still there?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m still here. I did know an Angela in San Diego. She was a bartender in a hotel.”
“That’s right.”
“Camille, how old are you?”
I did have the right person and at least I didn’t have to draw the connection out for him with big purple crayons. “I’m twenty-two.”
More silence. This was a bad idea. I braced myself for him to deny he was my father, that I was some leech after him for money. His voice spoke softly, “Camille, I don’t know what to say. Your mother is an incredible woman.”
“Was.” I corrected, “She was an incredible woman.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. What happened?” Sincerity was wrapped in his voice.
“She died of breast cancer a few weeks ago. Right before she died, she told me how I could contact you.”
“So, you’re my. . . I mean she wouldn’t have . . . if you weren’t mine.”
I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. “Right. I don’t need anything. I just . . . I guess I wanted to talk to you.”
“Camille, you have to believe me, if I had known I would have . . . I didn’t know I had a daughter.”
“That’s okay, William. I knew I had a father – I mean from a biological perspective. But Mom would never tell me anything about you, well, not until the night she died.”
His voice sounded heavy, “Call me, Will, everyone does. So, she didn’t want you to contact me?”
“I guess not, well . . . she never told me anything about you. I never knew your name until the night she passed.”
I heard hopefulness in his voice I didn’t expect when he said, “When can I meet you?”
This was a question I wasn’t really prepared for. All those practice conversations had more to do with introducing myself and convincing him that I was his daughter. I thought I had prepared for every possible response. I never considered that he would want to meet me. “Uh, maybe the next time you come to California?”
“Camille, I’ve got a lot going on for the next month. Getting out to the west coast would be hard. Would you consider flying to South Carolina?”
My heart started doing cartwheels. Not only did I have a real father - he wanted to see me! Trying not to gush at his suggestion, “Um, maybe. I’ve got a bunch of stuff I’ve got to take care of. You know, estate stuff for Mom, and a job.”
“I could arrange for a lawyer to take care of that for you. Camille, I don’t want to put this off. I . . . I could make arrangements now. You could be on the red eye tonight.”
“Will, you don’t know anything about me. I’ve got a job. I can’t just get on a plane.”
“You’re my blood, Camille. Angela was a magical woman, I . . . I had no idea. If you can’t come to me, I’ll juggle some things around. I have to meet you.”
Huh, that’s the same thing mom had said about him. That he was “magical.” I had googled him a few days ago. I knew he was somehow involved with finance and investments and ran a firm in Charleston. Since my job was working at a department store as a cashier, reality was that it would be much easier for me to leave my job for a few days. As I looked around the apartment, there was too much of her here. Not that it was a bad thing, but given the last several months, it might be nice to have a change of scenery, for a few days.
I took a deep breath, “Okay, I can call into work and have someone cover my shifts. But I don’t have the cash for a plane ticket or motel or anything.”
“I’ll take care of it. How soon could you be on a plane?”
“I guess tonight, do you need to talk to your wife or anything?”
“Gretchen will be happy to have you as a guest. She’s always wanted a daughter as much as I have.” I felt a warm glow in my chest. The emptiness of losing my mom would stay with me forever, but I wasn’t alone. I had a father. We exchanged email addresses so we could coordinate the flight. I wondered if this was some sort of a dream. I had run a background investigation on him within days of finding out who he was.
All I really knew about him was: He paid his taxes, he owned several properties, he had never been arrested, and he hadn’t had a ticket or an accident in the last seven years.
I called my best friend in the world to let him know what had just happened. He was so excited for me that he was at my door within twenty minutes. Daniel was like the brother I never had. We looked enough alike that sometimes people assumed I was his sister. He had dark hair, kind of that in between length – it was short, but shaggy. His eyelashes were gorgeous, for a long time I teased him calling him “Maybeline Eyes,” and he had this way of looking at girls that made them all melt – well, all but me.
Daniel was on the surf team in high school and even got a scholarship to surf in college, so there was never a shortage of beach babes looking to hang out with him. We’d never been more than friends and I knew we both liked it that way. We each had a ready-made date for all the big social events, weddings, engagement parties, holiday parties, etc – but none of the romantic attachments that came with it.
Daniel gathered me in a large bear hug and swung me around. “You talked to him? He wants to meet you?”
“I did, he wasn’t freaked out about it or anything. He’s flying me to South Carolina, tonight, to meet him.”
Daniel’s enthusiasm diminished in front of me, “Tonight? Why the rush?”
I slapped his shoulder, “I’m his daughter. He wants to meet me.”
“Did he say why he never bothered to come see you?”
“I think my mom hid us from each other. He didn’t even know that I existed until I called.”
“Just like that, he wants you on a plane? What about a DNA test?”
“He didn’t ask for any proof. He said he remembered her.” I left out the part where he said she was magical – Daniel knew that’s what my mom said about him.
“That must have been some phone call. Are you sure he’s all right?”
“I’m not stupid. I did a background check.”
“That just means he’s never been caught.”
I punched Daniel’s arm a second time and he feigned pain. “I’m just saying, you don’t even know the guy. He could be a serial killer for all you know. There’s probably a reason your mom never let the two of you meet.”
“She told me who he was right before she died. She must have wanted me to find him.”
“Maybe. How about I go with you?”
“Um, I don’t know. I think this is something I have to do on my own, but keep your cell phone on you in case I need you.”
He frowned with his eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t like it. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Stop worrying. I’ll be back on Sunday. If it gets weird, I’ll come back sooner.”
“If I don’t get a call every day, I’m getting on a plane.”
“Right, to fly to South Carolina and do what? I’ll be fine. He sounded nice.”
“You’ve wanted to meet this guy forever. Don’t get your hopes up. Angela was a smart lady. She must have kept you two apart for a reason.”
“Maybe she just didn’t want the hassle of sharing custody.” This was the lie I’d told myself when I was little. My mom never had boyfriends. She always told me her life was full, and she didn’t have room for one more person in it.
“Maybe, but maybe he’s a douche, and she didn’t want you to get hurt.”
My heart sunk. I didn’t have the strength to argue with him. I knew he was right. I knew mom hid his identity from me, but I didn’t care why.
Everyone needed family, no matter how weird they might be. I was willing to take a chance: one crazy father was better than nobody.
For the next fifteen hours, through two airports and the whole time I was in the air, Daniel’s words continued to echo in my mind, “She must have kept you two apart for a reason.” Why would she have kept us apart? Was she ashamed of him? What did he do that made her not want him in her life? She’d never, for as long as I could remember, had a boyfriend – had he done something to her?
Blood Debt's Cover!!!
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Blood Debt's Release Date: Jul 15, 2012
Blood Debt's Synopsis:
Her whole life, it had just been the two of them. Before her mother’s last breath, she gave Camille the information she had craved her entire life: the identity of her father. Daring to contact him, Camille was welcomed by an entire family she never knew existed. But nothing comes without a price, as she discovers when her family claims a legendary heritage tracing back to a centaur touched by Zeus.
As she learns the secrets of her Centaur bloodline, she is drawn into a forbidden love with Drake. Her life may be the blood debt required to pay for her mother’s transgressions. The same person who once held her mother captive, and forced her into decades of hiding, now controls Camille. Her only chance is to seek a piece of her mother’s past that will win her freedom and the life she desperately wants.
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6. Become a member of my blog at: http://www.authnancystraight.blogspot...
For each of the above, you’ll get one entry. If you do all six – I’ll give you ten entries. In the comments on the blog, insert a comment with either: (1) your email address, (2) your goodreads username or (3) your twitter ID telling me what you did. For example:
@NancyStraight I did 1, 3, 6 or
Nancy_m_straight@yahoo.com I did all six
The contest will run beginning today through Jun 30. My 7 year old will select a winner EACH day from the entries submitted, beginning Jun 15 through Jun 30. Yes the sooner you enter, the better your chances!
Good Luck & Happy Reading!
1. Add Blood Debt to your, “to-read” shelf on http://www.goodreads.com
2. “Like” my Facebook Author page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Nanc...
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4. Send a tweet that reads: I want to win a PB Copy of BLOOD DEBT by @NancyStraight BEFORE it releases on July 15. Enter to win: http://www.authnancystraight.blogspot...
5. Follow me on twitter: @NancyStraight
6. Become a member of my blog at: http://www.authnancystraight.blogspot...
For each of the above, you’ll get one entry. If you do all six – I’ll give you ten entries. In the comments on the blog, insert a comment with either: (1) your email address, (2) your goodreads username or (3) your twitter ID telling me what you did. For example:
@NancyStraight I did 1, 3, 6 or
Nancy_m_straight@yahoo.com I did all six
The contest will run beginning today through Jun 30. My 7 year old will select a winner EACH day from the entries submitted, beginning Jun 15 through Jun 30. Yes the sooner you enter, the better your chances!
Good Luck & Happy Reading!
BLOOD DEBT is available now!
I'm so excited! BLOOD DEBT is now available!!
Link on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008L79YRO
Happy Reading!
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The Next Big Thing
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There’s this blog hop post going around lately called WIP: The Next Big Thing. Two authors, who I think are a riot on-line, both tagged me in their posts. So before a third points me out for being a slacker I figured I’d better get hopping. Thank you Paulina Ulrich and Christie Rich!
Alright, let me explain how this "blog hop" works. Once you’re tagged in this blog hopping post, you need to do a few things. One of them is to thank the person who tagged you...THANK YOU PAULINA and CHRISTIE! It’s wicked cool that you both thought to include me in this new-generation chain-letter, LOL!
The next thing is for me to answer the questions that go along with the post. The questions are about my work in progress (WIP).
Lastly I’ll be choosing 5 other authors to tag at the end of my post.
Here it goes!
What’s the working title of your WIP?
Centaur Legacy is in the final stages of editing now. It is the second book in the Touched Series and is on schedule for a November 15 release. (Yay!!!)
Where did your idea come from for your book?
I’ve always thought Centaurs were interesting, but there is almost nothing written about them, at least not any I’ve enjoyed that were devoted to a Centaur theme. Although I LOVE to read about Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Angels and pretty much any paranormal creature – I really wanted to create a series that was unlike any other. This was the inspiration behind the Touched Series.
What genre does your book fall under?
The Touched Series falls under young adult / new adult paranormal romance with a heavy dose of Greek Mythology.
Which actors would you pick to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Anna Kendrick would be an exceptional Camille, and Josh Hutcherson for Drake.
What is a one sentence synopsis of your book?
This is tricky but here it goes: When Camille’s mother died she felt alone in the world; she dared to find a father she’d never met who welcomed her into a new world she never could have imagined.
Will your book be self published or represented by an agency?
Proudly self published! I like having full control over my novels, using the words or phrases that I want the characters to use, and the ability to publish on my schedule.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
The first draft took two months, and it’s been followed by four months of editing. Centaur Legacy is on its fifth draft right now.
What other books would you compare this story within your genre?
Wow, that’s a tough one. I’d have to say. . . nothing. I read a lot. Like all the time, and I haven’t run across a story that is anywhere close to this series in terms of the Centaur story line. From the romance perspective, it’s a little bit of a “forbidden fruit,” scenario and it has similarities to Reed and Evie’s relationship in Amy Bartol’s Inescapeable.
Who or what inspired you to write this book?
A lawyer made me do it! I used to work with a lawyer who I had a great deal of respect for, one day out of the blue he said, “Mrs. Straight, you are one of the most compelling writers I’ve ever known.” That was one of the most unexpected and flattering compliments I had ever received. His compliment stuck with me for months, until one night, I started typing.
What else about your book might pique the readers interest?
There is an unexpected villain in the story. If I write about who it is, it could spoil the moment. There is also a point in the book (85%) where I inevitably get tweets and messages on Goodreads from angry readers, only to have those retracted twenty minutes later. I can’t tell you why, but there is definitely a shocking part of the story that most don’t see coming.
Now that I’ve answered the questions, I’ll tag five authors who I think are amazing. I’d love to know what they’re working on!
· Shannon Dermott (Cambion Series)
· Rachael Higginson (Star-crossedSeries)
· Charlotte Abel (Channie Series)
· Tiffany King (Saving Angels Series)
· Georgia Cates (Going Under Series)
There’s this blog hop post going around lately called WIP: The Next Big Thing. Two authors, who I think are a riot on-line, both tagged me in their posts. So before a third points me out for being a slacker I figured I’d better get hopping. Thank you Paulina Ulrich and Christie Rich!
Alright, let me explain how this "blog hop" works. Once you’re tagged in this blog hopping post, you need to do a few things. One of them is to thank the person who tagged you...THANK YOU PAULINA and CHRISTIE! It’s wicked cool that you both thought to include me in this new-generation chain-letter, LOL!
The next thing is for me to answer the questions that go along with the post. The questions are about my work in progress (WIP).
Lastly I’ll be choosing 5 other authors to tag at the end of my post.
Here it goes!
What’s the working title of your WIP?
Centaur Legacy is in the final stages of editing now. It is the second book in the Touched Series and is on schedule for a November 15 release. (Yay!!!)
Where did your idea come from for your book?
I’ve always thought Centaurs were interesting, but there is almost nothing written about them, at least not any I’ve enjoyed that were devoted to a Centaur theme. Although I LOVE to read about Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Angels and pretty much any paranormal creature – I really wanted to create a series that was unlike any other. This was the inspiration behind the Touched Series.
What genre does your book fall under?
The Touched Series falls under young adult / new adult paranormal romance with a heavy dose of Greek Mythology.
Which actors would you pick to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Anna Kendrick would be an exceptional Camille, and Josh Hutcherson for Drake.
What is a one sentence synopsis of your book?
This is tricky but here it goes: When Camille’s mother died she felt alone in the world; she dared to find a father she’d never met who welcomed her into a new world she never could have imagined.
Will your book be self published or represented by an agency?
Proudly self published! I like having full control over my novels, using the words or phrases that I want the characters to use, and the ability to publish on my schedule.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
The first draft took two months, and it’s been followed by four months of editing. Centaur Legacy is on its fifth draft right now.
What other books would you compare this story within your genre?
Wow, that’s a tough one. I’d have to say. . . nothing. I read a lot. Like all the time, and I haven’t run across a story that is anywhere close to this series in terms of the Centaur story line. From the romance perspective, it’s a little bit of a “forbidden fruit,” scenario and it has similarities to Reed and Evie’s relationship in Amy Bartol’s Inescapeable.
Who or what inspired you to write this book?
A lawyer made me do it! I used to work with a lawyer who I had a great deal of respect for, one day out of the blue he said, “Mrs. Straight, you are one of the most compelling writers I’ve ever known.” That was one of the most unexpected and flattering compliments I had ever received. His compliment stuck with me for months, until one night, I started typing.
What else about your book might pique the readers interest?
There is an unexpected villain in the story. If I write about who it is, it could spoil the moment. There is also a point in the book (85%) where I inevitably get tweets and messages on Goodreads from angry readers, only to have those retracted twenty minutes later. I can’t tell you why, but there is definitely a shocking part of the story that most don’t see coming.
Now that I’ve answered the questions, I’ll tag five authors who I think are amazing. I’d love to know what they’re working on!
· Shannon Dermott (Cambion Series)
· Rachael Higginson (Star-crossedSeries)
· Charlotte Abel (Channie Series)
· Tiffany King (Saving Angels Series)
· Georgia Cates (Going Under Series)
Centaur Legacy Release 22 Nov 2012
Centaur Legacy update: I'm soooo bummed! I'm going to reschedule Centaur Legacy's release to 22 Nov. Thanks to all of you who have sent messages today letting me know you're excited for its release. Sometimes events are beyond my control and if there is any way to release it before next Thursday, I WILL!! 11/22/2012 is the LATEST I will release it!
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Centaur Rivalry's First Chapter
I thought some of you might be interested in a sneak peek at Centaur Rivalry.
I've posted the first chapter on my blog at
http://authnancystraight.blogspot.com/
I've decided to move the release date up!! It was supposed to release on May 15, you will now be able to find it on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords on MAY 1st!!!
Thank you to all of you who have sent me messages about being excited to read it. Your messages motivated me to press hard and get it out early!!
Happy Reading,
Nancy
I've posted the first chapter on my blog at
http://authnancystraight.blogspot.com/
I've decided to move the release date up!! It was supposed to release on May 15, you will now be able to find it on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords on MAY 1st!!!
Thank you to all of you who have sent me messages about being excited to read it. Your messages motivated me to press hard and get it out early!!
Happy Reading,
Nancy
Win a signed Paperback Set!
Hi Everybody,
To Celebrate Centaur Rivalry's release I'm giving away five paperback sets of Blood Debt, Centaur Legacy and Centaur Rivalry.
You can center the rafflecopter on here:
http://authnancystraight.blogspot.com...
Good Luck!!
Happy Reading,
Nancy
To Celebrate Centaur Rivalry's release I'm giving away five paperback sets of Blood Debt, Centaur Legacy and Centaur Rivalry.
You can center the rafflecopter on here:
http://authnancystraight.blogspot.com...
Good Luck!!
Happy Reading,
Nancy
