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Today it’s all about HER GAME, HIS RULES, a breathtaking upper YA romance, and the enchanting heroes of the story.
The book is brand new, just one week old, and some of you may have already adventured the sweet love evolving around teenager Jona and guardian angel Julian.
I’m happy to introduce Julian to you today, who agreed to join me so I could ask him a few questions. And ladies, if you thought him hot in the novel, you have no idea what a cupcake he is in reality… ;-) But let’s not waste time making the man flush with compliments when I know you all are burning to hear what he says.
B: Julian, you’re an angel. But you don’t look a day older than 20. As far as we know, angels go way back. So, how old are you really?
J: If I told you that, you’d probably keel over. My girlfriend did. Ha ha. But I’m a good few millennia old.
B: Okay, that’s quite a span of time. In all the time you’ve existed, have you ever dated a human?
J: Apart from Jona? Never. And she was well worth the wait. (Julian grins)
B: And now I know why Jona’s heart flutters every time he does. Fine, let’s move on. What do you like about human girls that you don’t find in angel girls?
J: I value their ability of being short-tempered and sarcastic at times, something you’d never find in an all-loving angel. It’s fun to sit back and watch Jona in action. Very entertaining.
B: Short-tempered and sarcastic. Not everyone’s favored trait in a partner, I would say. So tell us, do you have any pet peeves?
J: I don’t like liars. Nothing can ever be so bad as not to come out with it straight forward.
B: I see that, and I totally agree. So here I have a few questions from readers who asked me to get them answered in this interview. Ladies, here you go:
Hugs or kisses?
J:Jona gives amazing hugs, but I’d die to kiss her right now. With a little stop in time, I can enjoy her all the more. So definitely kisses.
B: If you could choose between being a human and an angel, how would you decide?
J: Oh no… (he laughs) You will have to read our story to find out.
B: What is the hardest thing about being in a relationship with a human?
J: Patience. Definitively, and nothing else. As an angel you have en mass of it. Humans mostly don’t. Jona—no way. Ever since she found out that life is too short to waste a single minute, she’s dragging me everywhere, making me try everything, taste whatever exotic food she’s holding in my face. Then again, the girl is just lovely when she’s on a roll.
B: Are you romantic?
J: Hmm, I like to believe I am. But not in a bring-her-flowers-and-candy way. I think a lot about what could make Jona happy and would be good for her soul. Our first real alone-time on the beach was well thought through. Although, I didn’t expect it would end in a kiss. A win-win situation. Ha ha.
B: Oh, this laughter is infectious. Is there anything Jona doesn’t like about you?
J: She never lets me wear ball caps. Don’t understand why. I look cool with a ball cap. Really.
B: Favorite quote?
J: Seriously? Without having a book of quotes with me? I see your readers are of the hard-nut kind. But I wouldn’t be an angel if I didn’t know my math, right? (He winks)
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a ride!” by Thompson
B: Definitely something to live by and remember. Next one. If you could name a star, what name would it be?
J: If I said Jona, it would sound a little apparent, right? So I think I’d name it…Princess.
Okay, I think we came to the end of our questions. Thank you very much for coming. And here’s a final note to the readers: if you have any questions you want to ask Julian personally, please feel free to post them in a comment. I’m sure he will answer them for you.
If my chat with Julian intrigued you and you want to find out more about him and his lovely girl, please check out Piper Shelly’s website for more information on the romance.
The book is available on Amazon, Barns & Noble, the publishers website http://www.blackopalbooks.com and many more online stores. Or maybe you want to check with your local book store and ask for the title.
As a new author, I am still surprised by how attached some readers become to mycharacters…like these people inside the pages are real. I take it as a total compliment, figuring I’ve created some pretty believable characters. They “love” Kat, Emily’s little sister…and appreciate the parents not being “dysfunctional or jerks.” But one repetitive comment I wasn’t expecting is the request from readers begging for more information about one character in particular: Alex Hibbs, the boy Emily left behind.
Alex is definitely a favorite underdog. I think it’s hard for readers to watch a likeable kind of boy spiral downward into a bad situation – the reader’s are left with uncomfortable feelings and their hands tied so to speak, only to hope for a favorable remedy. Please enjoy the following interview between me (JP) and my character, Alex!
JP: So Alex, why don’t you tell the readers a little about yourself.
Alex: I’m 5’11, weigh 155—
JP: I’m not sure that’s what our readers had in mind, Alex.
Alex: (laughs) I know, I’m just messing with you. Let’s see, something about me. I know, I love jokes. What do you call a man with no arms and no legs floating in the water?
Alex: Bob! What do you call a man with arm and no legs lying in a pot hole?
JP: I give up.
JP: You are funny! Do you tend to be a class clown in school?
Alex: Usually not. I mostly keep to myself. Can’t stand all the drama and gossip.
JP: I hear that. How do you “fill” your time away from school?
Alex: I work over at Mac’s Autobody after school, doing minor car repair. The owner taught me how to apply body putty and tape up a car area before he paints it. That’s where I got my Jeep…Mr. Winkle did some major repairs to it, and then the owner never came back for it. He sold it to me for real cheep.
JP: Cool. I’ve seen it. It’s pretty nice.
Alex: Yeah, but driving it through the garage didn’t do it any favors.
JP: Yeah, I’m not sure what you were thinking with that one.
Alex: (shakes his head)
JP: Would you like to talk about it?
Alex: It just really makes me mad, sad…all at the same time, ya know? He took the easy way out!
JP: You are referring to your dad?
Alex: I might as well just tell them the story. My family moved to Topeka when I was in middle school. We lived in Colorado but moved after my dad quit his job as an airline pilot. On one of our biking trips in the Rocky Mountains, he wiped out on some loose gravel, hit his head, and went blind in his left eye. The airlines wouldn’t let him fly after that.
JP: That’s really too bad. But he seemed to move-on with his life, didn’t he?
Alex: If you’d call managing a restaurant moving on. He wasn’t meant to have his feet planted on the ground.
JP: Where those his words?
Alex: Yeah. He didn’t keep his unhappiness a secret. But he wasn’t the only one. The whole family fell apart after we moved. My mom had an affair; Dad pretended not to know. Then about a year ago, my brother went to jail. (He laughs, but it doesn’t sound happy) My parents told me he went to stay with relatives. Like I’d never find out? But no one will tell why.
JP: This is some tough stuff, Alex.
Alex: Not as hard as the day I found my old man in the garage. There was nothing left of his fricking head. The coroner’s report stated that he blew his face off first, and had to to reload a second shot. (Tears well in his eyes) Can you imagine? (Looks away) Do you think it hurt?
JP: (Reaches out to touch his arm.) I’m really sorry to hear all this. How are you doing? Do you need someone to talk to?
Alex: I don’t want to talk to anybody. What’s done is done.
JP: You still seem to be hurting a lot.
Alex: I’ve found something that takes my mind off stuff.
JP: A girl by chance?
Alex: I wish. But I have a plan for that too.
Three years after the Nero Plague turned 80% of the world’s people into flesh eating zombies, most humans barely understand what is happening around them. Our people are struggling to survive. Amongst this madness (and through the ages), a race known as the Family visit to watch the Earth die, out of a twisted pleasure.
What’s your name and how old are you?
I’m Garfield Simon and I’m sixteen.
Is your family from Smythe?
No, I used to live with my mum in Birmingham. I never knew my father, but since coming to Smythe it’s just been me.
On the Isle of Smythe who are you closest to?
Aside from Wisteria, I don’t have a lot of friends. It’s hard making friends with anyone on the island. Most of the kids keep to themselves because they’ve known each other for years. I mean I know more about Bach.
Really, I thought Bach keeps to himself.
Yeah, he does. I mean he won’t even tell us his real name, which goes to show how cold those other kids are.
Is there anyone you wish you could be closer to? Amanda Weiss perhaps?
Amanda’s alright. She wants to get close to me, but I’m taking my time and weighing my options.
I’m not blushing. Woman, you don’t know what you’re talking about.
Isn’t Amanda dating Wisteria’s brother David?
Like I said, you don’t know what you’re talking about.
Yeah right. Anyway how do you like living on the island?
It’s been an experience to say the least. I mean we’re safe, but they’re slave drivers. All the kids have to work like thirty hours a week, well only the kids whose parents aren’t on the leadership council.
What do you say that?
Because it’s true. Hailey and Steven barely do anything. No one hassles them about not earning their keep, but I was told, either work as a rat catcher or leave Smythe. Where was I going to go? Face the zombies?
That being said, I’m glad I’m not doing what Wisteria does. The girl has a death wish… but it makes sense. She’s hoping to one day get back to her home so she wants to learn to take care of herself against the infected.
You don’t plan to leave Smythe one day?
I don’t want to die. No, but Wisteria’s is desperate to meet up with her father back home. I’ve got no family to get back to.
I’ve got a question for you. Why didn’t you and Wisteria get together?
Hmm (he frowns), I never thought about that before. You know I’ve never seen her that way. I don’t know why. I care about her, but…
She’s not Amanda Weiss.
(Smiles) There’s no one in the world like Amanda Weiss.
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2. State which you prefer and why (of course you can say neither, but please say why).
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The Boy’s Point of View
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Entries close 5am 23 August 2012 GMT (London Time) or 12am New York time.
Thirteen months after the first official case of Nero Disease
“Wisteria, run!” Rebecca O’Leary screamed over the radio.
Wisteria Kuti whipped around and came face-to-face with the blood-red eyes of a hungry flesh-eating biter. The biter was a man, infected by Nero Disease, who had long lost his mind. He looked more animal than human and he wanted one thing—to feed on the flesh of uninfected people. The biter growled and staggered toward Wisteria.
She fled down the deserted road to the nearest house. The front door was locked. She kicked at the door, but it didn’t open. Taking out her handgun, she smashed through the window of the door.
“Ugh,” more biters growled behind her.
She spun around, fired once, and hit one in the head. She unlocked the door by reaching in and turning the lock. Once inside, she chained and bolted the door.
Crash—a biter smashed through another window into the house.
Wisteria’s heart jumped and she darted up the stairs as fast as she could.
“Get out of the house, Wisteria!” Rebecca radioed.
A biter grabbed her ankle as she ran. Falling hard on the steps, she wailed in pain. “Ah.” No time to cry, Wisteria. She fired at the biter holding her. One bullet left.
Three more biters appeared below and started coming up the stairs. Leaping up, she sprinted to the top floor and dashed into the first open doorway that led to the master bedroom. Locking the door, she headed straight for the window.
The infected clawed at the door, tearing it apart and snarling as they entered
His head started to hurt as he forced himself to think. Whatever the darts contained made it hard for him to concentrate. As he lay back down, he thought back to the cohort, Felip and Enric. They had to be safe. Enric would ensure Felip survived. Bach was supposed to have secured them before leaving. If anything happened to them, it would be his fault—all his fault.
Banging his aching head against the pillow as he thought back, he fought to recall what made him abandon them when he could’ve easily saved them.
“How are you feeling?” Wisteria entered.
Her, the scavenging opportunist. He’d been distracted by her. He remembered now. Because he’d had to save her, a Terran, he couldn’t save the people who were important.
“Try and eat something?” she asked.
“No, I do not need anything expect for rest.”
“Bach, at least eat a little. You’re not going to feel any better starving to death.” Lighting a candle, she placed it next to him on the floor by the mattress.
“This place smells like a toilet,” he complained. “No, it smells worse. How did you come to bring me to such a place?”
“Bach, you picked this place. And we were lucky these people let us in during a swarm. The biters would’ve eventually picked up our scent.”
“Your scent, Wisteria, not mine. The infected are only attracted to the pungent stench of Terrans.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“Let me break this down for you.” It was typical for Terrans to be so easily confused. “You should have just left me on the street instead of bringing me to this hole.” This wasn’t where the Sen-son was supposed to be. If the Family saw Bach here, he’d be thoroughly humiliated.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she moved away from him. Once again, humiliated and feeling foolish. “Goodnight, Bach!” She strode angrily to the side of the roof in order to climb down.
He grabbed her and held her back
The guy came here just to tease her, yet again! Didn’t he know he was hurting her? Didn’t he care? “I’m tired of all this nonsense. I’m actually tired and need some sleep. I’m done with this. All of this!” She should’ve left the roof when she saw him appear. “Let go, so I can go.”
“Wisteria, it is not that.” Exhaling heavily, he released her. “My people could kill you if they knew I wanted you.”
This wasn’t at all what she’d expected him to say. “What?”
“I am in love with you. I do not know why, but I am. And it is selfish, because I just want you for myself.” Sadness filled his eyes as he spoke.
“Why would they do that to me?”
“Because you are human and because we see humans as Terran, or dirt people.”
“And you believe that too? So why are you here, living among us, if we’re so disgusting?”
“You are not disgusting. You are beautiful.” Rubbing his temples, he seemed troubled and bewildered. “But I chose Earth, because I came here as a child. Your people treated me so badly in the past. When I learned about the Nero disease, I wanted to see your world die.” He paused. “You were right when you said there was something wrong with me.