AIRWOMAN Blog Tour, Giveaway, & Excerpt

AIRWOMAN

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Title: AIRWOMAN

Author: Zara Quentin

Pub. Date: October 25, 2016

Publisher: Zara Quentin

Pages: 316

Formats: Hardcover, eBook

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A father murdered by magic. A daughter’s cosmic quest for clues could make her the next victim…

Jade Gariq dreams of a new calling. While she wishes she could join the elite force that protects her home world from interdimensional threats, she’s stuck working for the family business. But everything changes when her father is found dead with traces of magic on him… magic that should only belong to the mythical Dragon-Gods…

To uncover the mystery behind her father’s murder, Jade must follow the clues to an uncharted world. Beyond the portal, treacherous jungles, surprising betrayals, and a killer bent on tying up loose ends stand in her way of the truth. It’ll take every ounce of Jade’s cunning to solve her father’s death, but can she avoid his fate?

Airwoman is a high-flying YA fantasy novel set in a stunning new Dragonverse. If you like fascinating worlds, memorable characters, and a dash of romance, then you’ll love Zara Quentin’s action-packed adventure.

Buy Airwoman today to let your imagination take flight!

For a free preview of Airwoman, find it at: http://www.zaraquentin.com/

Excerpt

Jade Gariq is entering the Betwixt for the first time as an Airwoman in the Traveller Force…

The air swirled, tossing her, as though the clouds were playing with her. Jade flicked her tail back and forth, her rudder in the winds, and beat her wings into the headwind. She fixed her eyes on Cajun, directly in front of her.

Cajun disappeared into the grey clouds. She’d lost her visual on the person she’d been counting on to lead her through the Portal.

Her panic overcame the revulsion as she approached the Portal clouds. The Betwixt protected itself by emitting a strong sense of unease, an inexplicable desire to turn back or avoid the area. Generally, it stopped anyone from accidentally crossing into the Betwixt.

She’d learnt she’d need to steel herself against the repulsion of the Betwixt to pass through it. Leuven had said it was a test of character. Jade supposed she was about to find out whether she had what it took to be a Traveller.

With another beat of her wings, Jade was surrounded by fog. She gulped down air and looked below. She could only just see Neve, straining to keep up and desperately afraid. Jade waved to her, but even as she lifted her hand, Neve was obscured by the fog.

Then the air thickened and changed.

Her senses shut down. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear—nothing but the thudding of her own pulse in her ears. The wind stilled and she lost the scent of the salty air.

The atmosphere closed around her, smothering her. It clung to her, as though she was suddenly swimming—suspended in a strange, grainy gel, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Jade was stuck, scrambling frantically but not moving forward. The blinding darkness did nothing to assuage her panic. She felt completely alone and utterly helpless. Paralysed.

Jade screamed out for help, but no sound came from her mouth. She was reminded of nightmares she’d sometimes had: of running but going nowhere, of screaming but not making a sound, of knowing her eyes were open but seeing nothing.

Rising panic made her paddle her arms and kick her legs, faster and faster. Her wings beat back and forth, though it was a labor to move them in the thick atmosphere. She blinked her eyes and opened her mouth, trying over and over again to call out for help.

Then she realized she’d forgotten Neve.

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Zara Quentin is the author of Airwoman, the first book in the Airwoman series. She was raised in Adelaide, Australia, with one younger sister. Zara grew up with a strong sense of adventure, which she inherited from her parents, who took her and her sister on trips to the United States, Europe, and Asia.

She also inherited a love of reading from her mother. Throughout her childhood she explored fictional places through books, and in particular, through fantasy novels. She’d turn the black and white text on the page into the colourful worlds of her imagination.

After graduating from high school, Zara studied at the University of Adelaide and has lived in France, London, and Auckland, New Zealand. She is always determined to fit in as much travel as possible, spending time in Europe, the United States, southern Africa, Morocco, Peru, the Pacific and south-east Asia.

Zara now resides in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and three children. She is currently working on the next instalment in the Airwoman series.

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Giveaway Details:

2 winners will receive a $25 Gift Card to the book retailer of their choice from Amazon, B&N, or TBD, International.

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Reveal Blast for Sons of the Sphinx

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Sons_of_the_Sphinx_Cover_FINALArmed with what she considers her grandmother’s curse, 15-year-old Rosa agrees to help the ghost of King Tut find his lost queen Hesena. Thrust back into Ancient Egypt with Tut, Rosa discovers that finding Hesena is not all she must do. She must keep out of the reach of the living Horemheb – who crosses mortal boundaries using Seth’s evil magic – if she is to stay alive to make it back home.

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Sons of the Sphinx snippets

 

No way am I that crazy.

 



“ ‘Touch me, Roosa. You will see I’m real enough.’

 



Touch him? Is he as crazy as I am? Okay, so I’m going to touch him, just for my own peace of mind.

 



I reach out my hand, fingers extended, trying to reach him but not move from the wall. A crooked smile appears on his face. He takes a couple of steps forward, reaches out and touches me.

 



Lightning heat shoots out from him, races up my arm, switches direction and dives into my stomach. I snatch my hand back and grab my belly with both hands. The burning sensation knocks my knees out from under me. I slump to the floor, still leaning on the wall. The room spins, and my head swims. Tears mixed with stars blur my vision so there is no focusing. Not enough air in here; my chest tightens as if the lungs inside are ready to explode.”

 

Dead?

 



A shout from behind makes me turn. Tut is running after me, but it is not his voice that ignites the terror in my heart. It is mine screaming to hold on to life.

 



“No. No. NO!”
The force of the explosion flings me through the air like a rag doll. By the time I pick my head up a dense cloud of dust engulfs me. Too late I cover my face.

 



I’m choking, can’t breathe, can’t see! I’m dying!
Arms encircle my chest pulling me backwards. My legs scrape painfully across the debris- covered granite floor. Another pair of arms lifts my legs. Floating. That’s what it’s like. Dying is like floating on air.

 



My body touches solid ground. Voices, whispers really, penetrate my clogged brain. I hope this is heaven.
Without warning, I start coughing and gagging. My brain screams at me. “Fight! Breathe!”

 

The Queen Speaks

 



No way! “Hey, Tut. This sphinx still has its nose. This isn’t The Sphinx.”

 



“What are you saying, Roosa? Come and help me clear the sand away from the stele.” “I said, this isn’t The Sphinx. It still has its nose.”

 



“Of course, it has a nose. That’s the way it was made.”

 



“No. You don’t understand,” I protest. “The Sphinx in my time has no nose. It’s been broken off for centuries.”

 



Tut casts me a perplexed look. A tingling sensation goes through me like when you touch your tongue to the two terminals of a battery. “Come, Roosa. We need to unbury the stele.”

 



I follow blindly, still looking at the undamaged face of the Sphinx. It’s definitely more striking to see it in one piece.

 



“People have always wondered what happened to it,” I say more to myself than to Tut. “Guess I won’t find out now.”

 



It is only as I help Tut scoop the sand away from the top edge of the stele that I realize the sand has drifted and blown all around the Sphinx, burying it up to its neck in places. No wonder it appears smaller.

 



The desert always reclaims its own, even mighty Pharaohs.”

 



I jerk my head up searching for the voice. I glance at Tut, but he continues to dig.

 



My hands wrap themselves around my stomach. The nausea’s coming back. It is her. It is Ankhesenamun.

 



“It is all right, Rosa. Here in my homeland I find communication easier for short moments.”

 



Tut stops digging, his eyes glued on me. “Please, Rosa. Show him I still love and support him.”

 



Confused, I start to question her, but like an avalanche, the answer bursts into my mind.

 



The picture at home in my room. The two of them. Her longing sits heavy in the pit of my stomach. Unable to do anything else, I nod ever so slightly. Then, with Tut’s expression still questioning, I reach out and touch him as she does in the picture. Energy flows down my arm into my fingertips. Tut grips my hand and presses it to his heart.

 

Sons of the Sphinx Playlist

1. Walk like an Egyptian by The Bangles

 

2. Hunger by Of Monsters and Men

 

3. King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men

 

4. The Darkest Hour by Howard Shore (The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies)

 

5. America by Simon and Garfunkel

 

AUTHOR BIO

Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

 

 

 

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Reveal Blast for Tutankhamen Speaks

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Tutankhamen_Speaks_Cover_FINALHundreds of years ago, scrolls that would alter the view of Ancient Egypt’s most famous pharaoh were lost. Rumors through the ages said the scrolls told of a time that the Pharaoh Tutankhamen spoke from beyond the grave. No one who heard of these scrolls believed that the scrolls had ever existed.Then following the Arab Spring in 2011, S. L. Wood, an Egyptian scholar, made an amazing discovery in the basement of the Cairo Museum.

Read the story from the lost scrolls that recorded the Boy King’s words from beyond the grave.

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Tut 1: 3D printer copy of Tut’s mummy
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Tut 2: Tutankhamen’s Golden Throne
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Tut 3: Small sacrophagi of Tut’s children
Tutankhamen Speaks Playlist


1. I Threw It All Away by Bob Dylan

 

2. Welcome to My World by Jim Reeves

 

3. Glitter in the Air by Pink

 

4. These are the Days of Our Lives by Queen

 

5. Walk like an Egyptian by The Bangles

 
AUTHOR BIO

Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

 

 

 

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Reveal Blast The King’s Ransom – Young Knights of the Round Table

 

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The King’s Ransom, book 1 of Young Knights of the Round Table

12Three Friends. Three Quests. Three Mysterious Predictions

In medieval Wales, eleven-year-old Prince Gavin, thirteen-year-old orphan Philip, and fifteen-year-old blacksmith’s apprentice Bryan are brought together in friendship by one they call the Wild Man. When an advisor to the king is killed and a jewelled medallion is stolen from the king’s treasury, the Wild Man is accused of the theft and murder. Filled with disbelief at the arrest of the Wild Man, the three friends embark upon a knight’s quest to save their friend’s life. To succeed, the three must confront their fears and insecurities, and one of them will have to disclose the biggest secret of all.
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Prince Gavin


Gavin’s gaze was drawn back to the castle’s battle-scarred walls and the heavily armed guards. The evil emanating from the structure surrounded and held him captive, like a lone deer surrounded by hungry wolves in the dead of winter, unable to move, its eyes glassy with fear, its limbs frozen by the hypnotic gleam of the wolves’ yellow eyes. Even knowing its life was ending, the deer wouldn’t break and run. So Gavin sat frozen in front of the castle.
The enormity of his quest enveloped Gavin and he sighed. Continuing on meant he might save the Wild Man, but he might put himself in danger as well. King Edward was his father’s enemy and possibly responsible for Aldred’s murder. If Gavin were caught, Edward wouldn’t treat him kindly. The young prince summoned his courage and focused on the Wild Man. It had seemed so simple last night in the company of Bryan and Philip.
Bryan
The air inside the blacksmith shop lay dense and heavy, making it difficult to breathe for any who ventured inside. The fire from the forge still burned red hot, even though the bellows hadn’t fanned the embers in some time. Sixteen-year-old Bryan submersed the newly formed sword into a cold bucket of water. Steam enveloped him, adding to the sweat already streaming down his face. With his free arm, he wiped his forehead and pushed back his soaked red hair.
The blacksmith, James, watched intently as Bryan Balyard lifted the sword out of the water, its blade cooler but still hot to the touch. Holding the sword in front of him, Bryan sighted down the blade’s edge as he’d been taught. Straight and flat, just as it should be. He made a few short cuts to check its balance. It responded well to his moves. Bryan handed the sword to James for approval. After checking its weight and doing a closer inspection of the craftsmanship, James nodded.
“You’re getting better. This weapon is good enough for a knight of the Round Table.”
Bryan beamed, his eyes reddened and watering from the smoke.
“I haven’t an order from any of Arthur’s knights, so make this your own.”
Bryan’s lower jaw dropped.
“Mine?” he forced out.
Philip
The late afternoon sun still held the day’s heat. Philip set the ax down and wiped his brow before getting a drink of water. Looking at the stack of chopped wood, he smiled sadly. Two years ago he would never have dreamed he’d be here, chopping wood for food and a dry place to sleep. He shook his head at his thoughts, his shaggy, ill-cut black hair falling unevenly across his forehead. Two years. It seemed like forever.
Two years earlier, he had lived with his parents and baby brother on their small farm up north. His parents worked hard to put food on the table and to pay off the farm. Philip’s main job was to watch baby Benjamin while his mother helped his father in their small field. When Benjamin fell sick, Philip helped his father clear the old stalks and rocks from the soil while his mother nursed the baby. He helped his father carefully plant the winter wheat and barley for harvest in the spring.
As autumn slipped into winter, Benjamin hadn’t gotten better. His tiny body burned with fever. Those last few days when Philip held him, the heat coming from Benjamin threatened to slowly engulf him like the embers of a dying fire.
Then one day, the heat drained from Benjamin’s body, and cold took its place. Philip didn’t understand at first why his mother and father cried. For days they’d waited for the fever to leave, and finally it had. Then he noticed the stillness of Benjamin’s body. His small chest didn’t rise and fall; he wasn’t breathing. Along with the heat, life had also left the tiny body.
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Book Sound Track for Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, book 2 and The King’s Ransom, book 1 of Young Knights of the Round Table.


Stand By Me by Ben E. King
Fight Song by Rachel Platten
I’ll Be There For You by The Rembrands
B.B.B.F.F. (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)
Float On by Modest Mouse
Learning to Fly (Brave) by Tom Petty
Learn Me Right (Brave) by Mumford & Sons, Feat Birdy
Touch The Sky (Brave) by Julie Fowlis

 

 

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AUTHOR BIO

Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

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Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend – Reveal Blast

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Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, Book 2


“Think before acting,” her father always warned. But Princess Guinevere is ruled by her heart. Her betrothal to King Arthur has not changed this. When Guinevere and Cedwyn’s latest adventure takes a dangerous turn, they find themselves embroiled in a life-or-death struggle as foretold by Merlyn’s Goddess of the Stones. Renegades—foiled in their attempt to kidnap the princess—steal the children of Cadbury Castle to sell as slaves. Guinevere and Cedwyn vow to rescue the children, but a miscalculation puts them all in more danger. The plan quickly unravels, and Guinevere’s impassioned decisions come crashing down as Cedwyn chooses to turn his dream of becoming a knight into reality. Will their courage be strong enough to survive, or will one make the ultimate sacrifice?

 

 

Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend snippets


1. The Goddess Speaks:

 

Many trials await the two of you. Perhaps the hardest are the ones you will have to endure alone.

 

“You, Guinevere, will find yourself lost. You—who are destined to be a great queen—will have to traverse a journey of immense pain and self-doubt. You must let your inner feelings guide you. The journey will be hard and painful. You must summon the courage of your soul to sustain you.

 

“You, Cedwyn, faithful friend of the princess and the queen. Your journey may be the hardest of all. You will be sent far from those you serve and love. Your duty will demand that you see this most difficult journey to its end. Whether it be death or life for you will depend upon many things. Your courage must also come from deep within your soul for one so young. Your love of family and friends must be great. But greater still must be your loyalty to the knight’s duty. For your knight’s vow comes soon. You must embrace it. You must defeat the temptations to turn aside for your own safety.

 

2. Great Sadness and Danger:

 

With saddened and heavy hearts, they left the gruesome glen behind and rode for the castle.

 

Samuel followed Guinevere, having chosen to ride beside Aaron. His tears dried, but the anguish not buried with his family. The grief was clearly evident in his hunched body, the anger in his clenched fists on the pony’s reins. Cedwyn worried about the boy’s state of mind.

 

Guinevere now led the trio, concern for the safety of the castle and the people there were marked by the hard set of her chin. Worry etched lines in her wrinkled brow and deepened her hollowed eyes.

 

Cedwyn brought up the rear. His eyes noted every movement. Ears tuned to the echoes of the forest, head swiveling at each movement and sound. Fear had taken permanent hold over his body—a feeling he was certain should have been as foreign to him as it would have been to Arthur’s knights. Cold fear tightened its grip on his heart and throat. Those who would kill the gentle monks would stop at nothing. Now the little group rode in the dark, a time when all earthly creatures took on the pallor of ghosts, and hidden danger lurked all around them.

 

3. Fathers and Daughters:

 

His finger on her lips stopped her rebuttal.

 

“Not now. Other issues demand the attention of the knights and kings.”…

 

“But Father…I promised.”

 

“So you did, daughter mine, but kings must rule with their heads not their hearts. This discussion is over. You are dismissed to go to your room. I have a knight there who will make sure your rest tonight isn’t disturbed.”
Her legs refused to move. She opened her mouth, but no words came.
“Go. Now Guinevere. Before I forget you’re my own flesh and have you flogged for the dangers you’ve brought upon us. Go!”
Guinevere ran from the room, fists clenched, tears streaming down her face.
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Book Sound Track for Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, book 2 and The King’s Ransom, book 1 of Young Knights of the Round Table.


Stand By Me by Ben E. King

 

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

 

I’ll Be There For You by The Rembrands

 

B.B.B.F.F. (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

 

Float On by Modest Mouse

Learning to Fly (Brave) by Tom Petty

 

Learn Me Right (Brave) by Mumford & Sons, Feat Birdy

 

Touch The Sky (Brave) by Julie Fowlis

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AUTHOR BIO

Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

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Naomi Blog Tour & Giveaway

NAOMI Blog Tour

Naomi_eBook_LowRes-2Naomi has a knack for attracting attention from ethereal beings—whether she wants it or not. Newly engaged to her sexy neighbor, Bryce, she has little time to celebrate and plan for her upcoming wedding, because no sooner does she wrap up a heartbreaking cold case than she finds herself right back where she started, searching for answers alongside ghostly spirits.

This time, however, Naomi learns that things are not what they seem as a man from her past quickly becomes her worst nightmare. If she’s not careful, this man might crush her hopes and dreams forever as he proves to be her most difficult opponent yet.

Still, Naomi tries to focus on her relationship with Bryce. Can it withstand head games and cruel intentions? Naomi makes it her mission to keep Bryce and his daughter safe from harm, but will true love be tough enough to withstand her adversaries?

Naomi must keep her eyes wide open and question everything— and everyone—in order to survive.

 

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Character Interview- POV of Bryce

DDB: It’s wonderful to get a chance to sit down and talk, Bryce. It seems you and Naomi have been at it again, getting wrapped up in the spirit world, that is. Tell me about it.

Bryce: Well, I think Naomi would all the credit there. She’s the one who attracts these lost souls.  It’s as if she’s a magnet for the paranormal. Seems like every time I think things will quiet down, another spirit turns to Naomi, seeking closure.

DDB: Is that a bad thing?

Bryce:  (laughs) Actually, I hate to admit it, but no. I think one of the very things that drew me to Naomi is her gentle, generous soul. I believe that’s why these lost souls gravitate toward her.  And, hey- life never gets boring, that’s for sure.

DDB: I can only imagine. Without giving away any of the story, I will say that you and Naomi have been through a lot in this book. I worry that all of the stress may cause problems with you and Naomi.

Bryce: Oh, Naomi’s had a rough time, but she’s such a strong person. I won’t lie when I say  our love will be tested. I don’t have the connections to ghosts like Naomi does, so I can’t imagine what she goes through while trying to help these souls, but I admire her dedication to these spirits. She certainly has a gift.

DDB: Yes, absolutely.  I do recall her determination, but I also remember the paranormal became all consuming for Naomi in the book, Maggie. That must be difficult to deal with.

Bryce: When Naomi sets her mind on something, she gives it her all. What could be more admirable? Sure, at times, it’s frustrating, but when you take a step back and consider the big picture, it’s all worthwhile. I wouldn’t have her any other way.

DDB: What a wonderful role model Naomi must be for your beautiful little girl, Holly.

Bryce: The best. Naomi selflessly considers the safety of both myself and Holly before worrying about herself.

DDB:  Why do you suppose these ghosts are connected to Naomi, I mean, I know she’s a kind soul herself, but have you ever considered there could be another reason?

Bryce: Every single day lately, but that’s for another time and another story.

DDB: Wait– are you saying there will be a third book in the Maggie series?

Bryce: Yes- it’s in the works now. This will be the last in the Maggie trilogy.  This one had really opened my mind to all of the possibilities of fate, destiny and the paranormal.

DDB: Sounds amazing. I can’t wait to read it.  Thank you, Bryce, it’s been wonderful talking with you.  I can’t wait to see what you and Naomi have in store for us next.  Is there a title to the upcoming book that you can share?

Bryce: Thanks, DDB. It’s been a pleasure talking with you as well. I suppose I could give you the title- the final book in the Maggie trilogy is titled Entangled Souls.

DDB:  Wow- that sound absolutely perfect for the series.

Bryce:  Oh, just wait.

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Mya O’Malley was born and raised in the suburbs of New York City, where she currently lives with her husband, daughter and three step-daughters. The family also consists of two boxers; Destiny and Dolce and a ragdoll cat named Colby. Mya earned an undergraduate degree in special education and a graduate degree in reading and literacy. She works as a special education teacher and enjoys making a difference in the lives of her students.

Mya’s passion is writing; she has been creating stories and poetry since she was a child. Mya spends her free time reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She is a romantic at heart and loves to create stories with unforgettable characters. Mya likes to travel; she has visited several Caribbean Islands, Mexico and Costa Rica. Mya is currently working on her tenth novel.

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Interview

 

How did the idea of these two novellas come about?


Mia and I had been discussing two different, yet similar ideas and we decided to pull together and create a world we could both work in. We’ve worked together before, so we knew we could pull it off. We spent a couple weeks brain storming and coming up with the world and characters.


How does writing with two authors help the these novellas?


Readers get a bit of both writing styles and personalities. Mia is a little more PNR whereas mine is a bit more Urban Fantasy. We also get the advantage of different audiences to help with marketing purposes.

What was the hardest part of co-writing?

 

Consistency! Making sure the details of the world and story line match up from novella to novella. There was no clashing of personalities or any crazy drama which is nice. Mia is great to work with.

 

What is the Agency?

 

The Agency was created by the government to police the supernatural creatures where the human agencies can’t. But they have their own darker secrets and aren’t what they seem.

 

What is the Vampire Syndicate council?

 

The Syndicate council is actually made up of many difference supernatural creatures who supervise the mafia on goings of their respected race. They make sure that they stay within the agreements and work towards the goals that the Syndicate has placed on them.

 

What is the hardest part of write about shifter, vampire and this kind of world?

 

I don’t actually find anything particularly hard about this kind of world. It almost comes natural to me and maybe that’s because I spent my childhood imagining what it would be like for such creatures to exist in our world.