Published: November 15th, 2013
Description:
Patricia Allenz was a somewhat typical girl. For the past few months, she’d been busy counting down the months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds until her first day of college at Port Townsend University, in Washington. Patricia’s life was a simple one as far as she knew. Most of her memories involved her family, which consisted of her younger brother Kellen, and her Abuela Viola. After her grandmother’s death on her sixteenth birthday, Patricia was convinced that day had been the worse day of her life.
Wishful thinking, on her part. On the night before her first day of college classes, her grandmother visits her in a dream. What starts out as a reunion between the two rapidly turns into a complete nightmare.
From that night, forward her path changes from a straight and narrow one to a totally different realm all together. It does not help that along the way the men that she’d loved at one time, or rather centuries ago, are so conflicted that she cannot decide who to trust. Her body craves them both, but her heart only sings to one of their souls.
Patricia is forced to face truths she cannot understand, betrayals from loved ones, and a love so powerful she would die to keep him safe. A new world of archangels, demons, and witches threatens to swallow her whole. She has the choice to run away from the unknown or live up to the title Archangel Princess of Alpheratz forever.
Will Patricia stand up to her fate or will she crumble and fight against what is destined to come?
MB's INTERVIEW
What do you think about the fantasy literature in our days?
Comparing the books I read as a teen and the books I read now as an adult in the fantasy, supernatural genre. I have to say that the world has definitely grown and has pushed at many boundaries. Fantasy literature now a days is limitless and I love that. It means that the oportunities to create the unthinkable and the unbelievable while being accepted and celebrated is very real.
Archangel, demons, stars (Alpheratz) – how different are your fantastic characters?
The element that stands aut in my story compared to others is that Elijah, an origional archangle was turned into a hybrid. Half angle and half vampire. This is something I have not read in any other story yet. My characters are very emotional creatures because they are very personal extentions of myself in many ways.
How real are the love triangles in real life? How do you create a good one?
I personally dislike love triangles. They cause more issues than they do any resolve. Even when writing a story if I find my self creating a love triangle, I battle with my characters and myself to get out of it. I feel that a love triangle is portrayed best when there is a strong history between at least two of the potential lovers if not all.
Is there a common element between Hearts of Fire and Ocean’s Collide?
I have to say that a constant theme that I see trend within the characters in both novels, is soul searching. The process of soul searching within one's self is a very painful, exhausting and rewarding process. In Hearts by Fire, the Archangel Princess has to fight tooth and nail to remember who she was in order to save herself and her people. Ocean's Collide involves the soul searching of three individuals that have more emotional instability than they can handle on their own. Everyone is fighting and searching for themselves. It's an ugly process but one that you have to dive into if you want to come out on top and alive.
Why cliffhangers?
Cliffhangers are those annoying somewhat necessities some stores just need. I've read books that have made me so angry I screamed or cried because of the cliffhanger but in the end the story would have been complete without it. I am not a fan, but I strongly feel that some stories just need that dreaded abrupt stop. I thinks it's something we should all hate to love.
EXCERPT
Class was over, and all the Facebook robots were packing up their
iPads and making their exit. I felt a warm sensation start to rise from the pit
of my stomach up to my throat.
I must have been sitting there for a while, when I noticed myself
rubbing the stone hanging from my necklace. The cold energy was calming me,
keeping the rising fire inside from overpowering me completely. Why do I feel
so freaked out?
The answer to my question… because I wasn’t alone. That was when I
noticed the last student to leave had stopped at the end of my aisle, watching
me… as my mind plummeted back to earth. Clearing his throat, he opened his
beautiful mouth.
Yes, I know, who would have ever thought a mouth could be beautiful,
but his definitely was.
“Um, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable earlier. I just
thought you looked familiar,” he said casually. As this boy talked to me, I
felt as if I were having an out of body experience.
He had caught me off guard, and the way his smoky eyes looked into
mine, made me feel as if maybe he did know me.
“Oh, uh, it’s okay. No offense taken,” I replied meekly. “Guess I have
one of those familiar faces,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I
turned abruptly and started to pack away my books. As I glanced his way a few
times, I noticed that my movements were being matched by his own adjustments.
As if he were moving along with me, or something.
I must be going crazy. I need to check the expiration date on that
ginger tea!
Breaking the silence, the handsome guy spoke again, “How rude of me,
my name is Enthany. Enthany Jovanea.”
He held out his hand. I walked towards the end of the aisle, still
stuck on the way he pronounced his name. Starring deep into his eyes in a
trance like state, I held out my hand, pulling back a little once my skin made
contact with his. His skin was as smooth as marbles with no blemishes or scars.
His nails were the perfect combination of polish and buff, radiating their own
shine.
Then the heat hit me as if I had just jumped in front of a fucking
Mack truck. That same feeling I had in my dream… that force building inside of
me was now growing. And it was growing fast. Looking into his eyes was
comforting, but the rest of him just didn’t feel right to me.
“Patricia, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked with a furrowed brow.
His beautiful grey eyes were full of worry as they searched my own for the
answer to his question.
Blinking rapidly to break the awkward trance, I looked down at my
black leather knee high boots instead. “Um, yeah, sorry. I’ve been having a
strange morning,” I honestly admitted. “First day of college is really playing
with my nerves, I guess. I’m Patricia Allenz, by the way.” I blurted again
looking down at my hand as I snatched it back. Wow! Had we been holding hands
that entire time?
“Yeah, I know,” he said smiling. “You did make a fashionably late
entrance.”
Using all my strength, which for me wasn’t much, I tried helplessly to
contain this energy rising inside of me. It was fiery and alarming. My internal
hazard lights had gone off somewhere inside of me.
My eyes darted to the exit sign. Sensing that this Enthany guy was not
about to give way, I motioned towards the exit sign with my trembling hand.
“Oh, yes, of course, ladies first.”
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About the author:
My name is Melissa De Olmos, an aspiring author and a newbie to the world of indie writing. I live in sunny side Palm Bay, Florida with my two lovely crazies ages five and two, along with my Law Enforcement champ of a husband. I could say that writing novels has been a passion that I've always pursued, but I can't. Writing for me has always been my own secret escape into a land of wonders and opportunities.
Filled with love and so much trouble, I sometimes wonder if I need medication for the stories that pop into my head. I have now decided to share my mystical mind and stories with the world so, hopefully, others may also find that little something extra they've been looking for within my stories.
Thank you and I hope you enjoy my books.
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1 comment:
Imi place la nebunie coperta si titlul este extrem de interesant. Voi puneti numai carti excelente si ma oftic rau de tot cand vad ca in Romania nu sunt publicate astfel de carti. Iubesc deja albastrul de pe coperta, fata, scrisul... absolut tot. Orice detaliu.
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