Synopsis:
It’s true no one can out run Death.
But Death doesn’t always want your existence. In Lianna’s case wants her
mortality.
Long have Lianna’s dreams been a
window into another time. A place that is as magnificent as it is dark.
Frightened and weary from the physical toll the nightmares take on her body she
turns to her psychic friend for guidance, which results in prophetic visions of
Lianna’s death.
Mercenaries come after Lianna to stop
her from fulfilling her fate. A destiny at her beloved’s side while
rediscovering the real magic within her. Facing demise brought down on her by
the hands of the mercenaries, the power of love offers her a new life as a
vampire which ultimately fulfills the same epic fate the murderous villains
fought to keep her from.
Interview:
1) What is the working title of your current/next
book?
New Blood will be out in April of 2014 book 2 of the Blood Saga. I plan
to publish another book this year but we haven’t decided which one.
2) Where did the idea come from?
I honestly
couldn’t say. It just comes to me and I write.
3) What genre does your book fall under?
Paranormal
4) What actors would you choose to play the part
of your characters in a movie rendition?
Ohhh I havent been asked this one
yet. Wentworth Miller, from Prison Break
as Damien. Or Channing Tatum. Mila Kunis as Lianna.
5) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Death doesn’t always want your eternal
sleep- Sometimes Death just wants your eternity.
6) Will your book be self-published or
represented by an agency?
Represented by Midnight Hour Publishing
7) How long did it take you to write the first
draft?
Ohhhh a couple months. I don’t really recall. Book 3’s first draft just
took 6 weeks.
8) What other books would you compare this story
to within your genre?
I would say… True
Blood meets Dan Brown.
9) Who or what inspired you to write this book?
A movie. I won’t say which one because my
primary thought was, I could do better. haha
10) What else about the book might pique the
reader’s interest?
There’s a lot of spirituality in my book and I hope people
follow that. It’s not just a love story this is about someone’s spiritual
awakening and accepting herself and building herself into a woman she herself
can respect.
Review:
Damien is an extremely good looking guy who comes into her work every
say, always sits in her section and pretty much has an obsession with
her. Yet, they have barely ever talked. Then he starts working there.
Things go from there. He drives her home from work one night, and
wouldn’t you know it, over time she falls for him…lolOne night Damien is out of town and Lianna is attacked, he world unravels fast from that night on . She finds stuff out about her new bf that she never imagined.
She gets brought into a world and a family that she never thought existed and becomes, herself, one of them. Little by little her life falls apart, she gains a family, loses herself in the meantime, finds out stuff she never would have dreamed..well……you need to read the series to find out more…lol
About the Author:
Jacquelynn F. Gagne is an obsessive
compulsive author of all things paranormal. When she cannot be found in the
real world she is usually found covered in paint, pastels or most usually
words. Among writing, photography and art, Jacquelynn is also the Editor in
Chief and cofounder for Ambrosia Arts and Midnight Hour Publishing.
Jacquelynn began working on her first
novel in January of 2008, while still working full time. Though Jacquelynn has
been writing most of her life, it was never her intention to become a
professional writer. But when obsession grabs you, it doesn’t tend to let go.
In addition to writing, Jacquelynn enjoys reading everything she can get her
greedy little hands on. Currently she lives in Rogersville, Missouri with her
husband James and their two sons, though she has declared to one day build a
library that will substitute as her house.
Excerpt:
There was an alley to the right. Too
small for the car, or could he follow? Would it be a dead end and he’d have me
cornered? It was my only chance. I lunged for its opening.
My knee gave as my foot twisted off
the curb sending me stumbling forward. My arms thrust out instinctively. I
landed snapping my wrist back. They hadn’t softened the blow to my face as I
hit the cold wet concrete.
Blood spattered from my nose and
mouth. My lungs were too fatigued to even muster a scream. Instead this
sickened pathetic whimper gurgled out through the stream of blood.
As I lay there, trying to muster
enough will to get up, the tires squealed to a stop right next to me. My ears
rang in a high-pitched echo combined with the sound of my blood rushing in my
ears. “Anna!”
My whole body shook violently when I
heard a rough baritone voice scream my name in an intense rage. There was no
way I could run from him anymore. Would I die here? Would he take me somewhere
else to prolong my suffering? How long would it take?
Another dark thought. Is this what
Neesa and her mother had seen?
Futilely my eyes closed. If I had to
be conscious, I refused to watch my own death. “Anna! Look at me!” One hand
held onto my shoulder turning me slowly as another hand carefully took a hold
of my chin, tilting it up and making me cough on my own blood.
“No.” Worthlessly defiant. I gurgled
coughing on the blood filling my mouth relentlessly.
“Alright. Just hang on. I’m going to move you,
okay,” his voice filled with laughter. Though weak and painful, it flooded with
the sound of relief.
“No!” The scream was weak and sprayed
blood as I spoke. My hand shot up defensively swiping at his face to try to
push him away from me. The hand at my chin released to take my wrist gently.
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