Sunday, September 11, 2011

In the Shadows by Julieanne Lynch-Interview, Giveaway, Excerpt:Bewitching Tour Stop

In the Shadows

By Julieanne Lynch

Published July 21st 2011
Strict Publishing International                                                                       
ISBN 9780857791962

“In The Shadows”, the first of The Shadows trilogy, is an urban fantasy of vampires and the supernatural, and much, much more.

In the shadows you will find lust and passion, battles for power and for blood, and death and fear around every corner. In the shadows you are carried away to an unknown future. Your destiny awaits, and you are no longer who you thought you were. You have a thirst, for blood perhaps, but a thirst for very much more than that.

Giselle was a normal girl with an attitude common to most girls of her age. Her family might not have been perfect (whose is?) but she loved them, and her future looked bright. She had an awesome best friend and a steady boyfriend, but how could she possibly have been so wrong about someone she loved? And how could she have been prepared for the darkness and for what she was to become?

“In The Shadows is a must read for anyone who loves urban fantasy.” ~Review by Dawn and Wini Book Lovers

“ Julieanne writes so eloquently you can feel and picture everything Giselle is going through, with no question as to what role every character in the book plays.” ~Review by Ada McEwan

“Julieanne is a great story teller with a vivid imagination for the supernatural. I absolutely love everything about it.” ~Reviewed by Firefly and Wisp

I felt his eyes on me before I returned the look. He knew what I was thinking and, like always, he knew the right way to cheer me up. Best friends where like that, and Alex was without a doubt my knight in shining armour. He was like my shadow, and the last six years proved to me just how dependable he had become.
“We need sugar and lots of it,” he practically shouted, pulling into the lot.
“But we’ll be late for school... I can not have another detention, Alex, and besides, I need to see Marc before class,” I sighed.
“Well, Marc can wait... Strawberry glaze or chocolate sprinkles?” he asked me as he got out of the car.
Alex winked at me, and I giggled like a little girl following him.
“One of each,” I said. “It’s a Monday, I need me some sugar.”
Grabbing hold of his arm, I held onto him and ignored the sneering looks from a group of girls leaving the cafe.
“Still slumming it I see, Alex. Call me when you man up,” the local slut hollered as she walked across the lot with her minions in fold.
I ignored them and their giggles, and walked inside, escaping to our favourite table.
“Bitches,” I scowled, looking out the window. “Who does she think she is?” My face reddened with anger.
“Ignore her, G. She’s harmless.”
“Why are you always defending her?” My voice was now an octave above a whisper.
Grabbing the menu from me, he threw it on the table. “Look at me... They can say whatever they want; they can make as many comments, and it won’t change a thing. You’re my friend, Giselle... And besides, you look way better than them.”
Laughing, I looked back outside and watched Evie with her perfect body driving off in her perfect car, and I felt sick inside.
“Marc seems to think she’s great.”
“Marc’s an ass,” Alex said as he looked over the menu, pouting his lips at whatever he fancied. He did that when something appealed to him.
“Well, think about it. He’s dating you, and yet he has time for said ‘bitches’. Give me a break. If you were my girlfriend, and this is just hypothetical, I wouldn’t let you out of sight or give them asses reason to pick on you, but that’s just from my viewpoint... Now let’s order. I am starving.”
The small bistro was buzzing with customers. The delicious scent of freshly made coffee filled the air; it woke up my taste buds. Its bright and bold colours hurt my eyes. Shades of orange, lime green and sunbeam yellow had been painted abstractly on the walls, reminding me of summer. Even the ceiling reminded me of the ocean with its cool shades of baby blue. Somehow, it had become a place of comfort to me. The people reminded me that I belonged here and, like always, Marion was the first to come welcome us and take our order.
“Morning, you two. The usual?” she asked. Turning to face me, she smiled and her voice softened. “How is your mother, Giselle?”
“Hi Marion, um, yeah the usual, but can I have a side order of arsenic to go?” I laughed. “Um, mom is good, thanks.”
“That’s great, sweetheart. Give her my love.” Laughing, she walked back towards the counter, shaking her head.
Alex sat forward, his brilliant green eyes staring hard into mine. “Arsenic?”
“Well, it was either that or crushed glass.”
We both burst out laughing, getting the attention of the people on the table next to us.
We were like two naughty school children. Giggling as we ate, we did not care who scowled at us. It was just Alex and me, in our own world and nothing was going to break that bond - ever.
Of course, the ride to school was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. My pain increased with each kilometre the closer we got to school. I knew I had to face Marc at some point in the day, but to be honest I was too pissed off with him to really care about why he had dropped me for some lame party in town.
My stomach spun and I was nervous as I got out of the car. Marc was standing over by his truck on the far side of the lot and there was no avoiding him. He stood with Aaron and Doug, and watched me as I tried my best not to look at him. But it was so hard. He and his beautiful puppy dog eyes always got to me, and I knew I would be putty in his hands.
Yet, I wanted him to squirm just a little while longer.
Alex swung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me in close to him, reassuring me that my impending confrontation would be fine. I wished I had his confidence in me.
“Relax. Just keep eye contact and scowl. Scowl like a mad woman,” he whispered as we parted company. “Laters, Bergman,” and he was gone.
I was on my own.
Marc eyeballed me as I slowly made my way over to him. The bell rang and people bumped past me as they rushed off to homeroom. I, on the other hand, had to lay a few things to rest before I could face my day of boredom and its side helping of bitchiness.
“Hi!” I greeted all three of them.
“Um, morning, G,” Aaron said as he nudged Doug in the arm.
Guys must have some sort of secret code, because without Aaron saying anything, they both looked at each other, then at Marc, and left.
“You took your time coming in today,” Marc said as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
“Yeah, but that’s my business,” I bitterly retorted.
“G, you’re meant to be my girlfriend. Maybe you should start acting like it.”
“What? Are you for real? You’re such an ass, Marc.” Anger began to boil inside me, and I walked on ahead of him.
“Giselle, wait,” he called after me. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t even cut it, Marc,” I sighed. “You blew me off for what? Drinks with the ‘guys’. I went to so much trouble. Can you imagine how dumb I felt waiting for you to turn up?”
“I really am sorry. I didn’t know that Andy was going to some frat house. If I had known, I wouldn’t have gotten into the car. I swear, G, I would have shown up; only, things got out of hand.”
It was so hard staying mad at him. I really wanted him to grovel more and feel like total shit, but I couldn’t do it to him. I adored him and wanted to make up so badly.
“It was our anniversary, Marc. Four years is a pretty big deal... But, you can make it up to me,” I said coyly.
Looking up into his delicious blue eyes, I felt my anger melt and I was more than ready for our make up kiss. Pulling me in close to him, he cupped my face in his hands and gently pulled my mouth to his. I could smell his cologne, and as it danced in circles around my nostrils I kissed him back, our tongues lightly brushing together.
The kiss got a few whistles of approval and a stern mouthful from Mr. Green.
“What is the meaning of this public display of... of...” he stuttered.
“Affection,” Marc tried to finish the line for him.
I held in my laugh as he led us into the school and straight to Principal Brooks’ office.
Standing outside Brooks’ office, neither Marc nor I said anything, but his smile said it all. We were back on track.
“Bergman, Clark, g.. g.. get in here now,” Green bellowed from the doorway.
Marc entered the office first, and I hastily stopped at the door, avoiding eye contact with Brooks.
“Bergman, close the door when you’ve decided to join us,” Green said sarcastically as he folded his arms. His face was red and swollen, and by the looks of things the night before had been a heavy one. Everyone knew he was a little too fond of the booze.
“Giselle, come in and close the door,” Principal Brooks directed me.
Obediently, I shut the door behind me and stood close to Marc, trying my best not to laugh. When I get nervous, I tend to mask my feelings by laughing or making light of the situation, but right there and then I doubted my humour would have been appreciated.
“Giselle, I am very disappointed in you. How many times have we had this discussion? You are always late for school, you’re behind in your assignments and, to be blunt, I am getting quite sick of your casual display of affection with Mr. Clark.”
I could not believe it. He was pinning it all on me.
“But…” I tried to speak.
“Enough of your excuses. You’re on detention for the rest of the week. I believe you should be in English, and if you make it quick I am sure Ms. Royston won’t add to your ever growing record of disobedience.” He ushered me out of the room. “Marc, this game on Friday night...” The door closed and the conversation became nothing more than muffled voices.
As I made my way to class, I could not have felt more pissed off.
Walking into the already quiet classroom was bad enough, but having Evie smugly looking at me as I fumbled through my bag was the last straw.
“When you’re ready, Giselle,” Ms.Royston said.
Sitting down, I looked around for him, and there he sat, smiling at me, showing concern with those luminous green eyes, and instantly I felt calm.
“You okay?” he mouthed at me.
Nodding my head, I tried not to distract Ms. Royston, but failed.
“Is there something you’d like to share with the rest of the class, Giselle?” she asked me.
I could feel my cheeks going red and my heart pounded hard in my chest.
“No.” My voice quivered.
Everyone was looking at me and I could feel Evie’s eyes staring hard at me, but I refused to give in and just stared ahead.
“Really? Well, maybe you can take part in our class discussion. What is Atticus’s relationship to his children like?” She sat back against her desk and folded her arms, waiting for my input.
Oh my God, I thought.
I had read the book, well, only slightly, but God, I didn’t have a clue. My face became redder and redder as I slowly died inside.
Alex spoke up. “Atticus is a kind and I suppose loving father. He reads to his children and offers them comfort when they need it. He is also capable of teaching them pretty harsh lessons, like when he allows Jem to come with him to tell Helen Robinson about Tom’s death. But he is also a very wise man, one who is committed to justice and equality, and his parenting style is based on fostering these virtues in his children - he even encourages Jem and Scout to call him “Atticus” so that they can interact on terms as equal as possible. Well, that is what Giselle and I discussed earlier.” He confidently sat back in his chair and grinned at me.
“Well, that was…” Ms.Royston began, but then the bell went and I was out of that room in a flash.
I stood by my locker, defeated by Monday’s usual round up, and I craved my warm bed. I wanted to escape the usual bullshit of school life and wanted nothing more than to run away, live my life far from here on the other side of the world.
“It can’t be that bad,” Alex said as he stood beside me.
“Wanna bet? I have just had the worst morning ever. I was hauled in by Green for kissing Marc, and now Brooks has me on another week of detention. My dad is gonna kill me.” Closing my eyes, I inhaled a deep breath.
“Ouch! But at least you have the prom on Saturday. That is something to look forward to, right?” He tried his best to make me feel better.
“With the way my week’s going, I doubt I’ll make it to Saturday.”
“Oh come on, G, play it cool. Just keep your head down and for God’s sake stay out of Green’s way,” he said as he hugged me.
“Yep, but easier said than done.”
The noise from the corridor began to fade and the bell rang again. I had an awful knack for being late for everything, and at this rate I was more than likely going to be late for my own funeral.
“See you later... I gotta go dazzle the lovely Ms Shultze.” He winked at me and left me alone.
I stood with my eyes closed for a few moments, trying my hardest not to succumb to the overwhelming feelings growing inside me. I wanted to cry. Hell, I wanted to throw a tantrum that a two year old could get away with, but knowing the endless chaos it would bring would probably ruin my school life forever. I played it safe and held my emotions in, like always.
Opening my locker, I searched for my algebra book. “Damned thing,” I cursed to myself. And instead I found a sealed brown envelope, lodged between my music folder and my copy of ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’.
Pulling it out I looked it over and then checked the corridor for any peering eyes, and opened the blank envelope. Inside, I found a disc and a small note. There was nothing else, and that was when I decided to let my curiosity get the better of me and I skipped the rest of the day’s lessons.
I knew no one would be home when I got there. Dad was away on another business trip and mom was more than likely planning some charity convention with the other contenders for ‘Mother of the year’.
Grabbing a bag of chips and a can of Pepsi from the refrigerator, I casually strolled into the family room, sliding the disc into the DVD player and pressing play.
Sitting back on the sofa, I chugged down half the can and started munching on my favourite snacks. Before I could swallow my mouthful, what I saw caught me completely off guard. Struggling to control the ever-growing knot in my stomach, my eyes filled with tears. I was torn in two, disbelief at what I was seeing and anger that this was no set up.
I wanted to scream, but my voice just would not come out.
Breathe Giselle. Breathe.
That was when reality really hit me and I started screaming, with uncontrollable sobs and tears that fell down my cheeks. My head pulsated as I searched through my bag for my phone whilst the audio played in the background. Her laughter and moans filled my head, and in a rage I threw the controller at the TV screen. It cracked, and the screen went dead momentarily.
Frantically, I dialled Alex’s number and paced, waiting for him to answer.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Alex... Alex...” I sobbed.
“Giselle, what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.
“Oh God... Marc and... he…” I broke down.
“Where are you?” he asked.
I sat on the floor in the middle of the room, crying. Inside, my stomach churned over and over, and at times I felt like vomiting. But it didn’t happen. Instead, I inhaled long deep breaths to counteract my sobs. Dizziness plagued me as I tried to make sense of what I had just seen. Surely it had been some kind of sick joke, but it was too real. Marc had to have known about this, but I was at a loss as to what to do. If it was true, then things would never be the same again, and inside I could feel a part of me die.

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Tell us about a favorite character from a book.

Roland Deschain of Gilead from Stephen King’s: The Dark Tower series. I fell in love with him when I first read The Gunslinger back in ‘93 and he has become a firm favourite of mine.

Roland’s epic journey starts with one of the best opening lines: “The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.” With this line, we are thrown into Roland's world and follow him as he follows the man in black.

Roland's journey literally takes him to the ends of the earth, and just about everywhere in between. On the way, he battles all the forces of evil, with its many incarnations and faces and whispers and tricks, and finds companionship, understanding and help when he is in despair. All to try to save the universe, and in return, if he succeeds, he has a chance at salvation; if he deserves it.

This character is timeless and his journey can be read over and over again and never become tiresome. I love him.

What does your significant other and family think of your writing career?

My husband is very supportive of my writing endeavours. He tends to be the first to read the chapters as I finish them, and he gives me his honest thoughts and opinions. He really isn’t afraid to burst my bubble if something doesn’t work. My children aren’t at all bothered by my writing or the fact that I am a published author. In fact, my eldest, who is a fourteen year-old boy is embarrassed by my writing and thinks it is disgusting that I may add scenes of a sexual nature into my work. In his own words, “you are sick in the head mum” - that kind of sums up his thoughts. My parents and sisters still can’t believe that I have chosen to write full time. When my mother read my book In The Shadows she said she had to keep reminding herself that it was her daughter who wrote it and is extremely proud of me.

Do you have critique partners or beta readers?

I am a member of a local writing group called Litlab.  We meet up every other Tuesday, and there we swap work, read and critique each other. I find this very helpful, as their opinions aren’t biased and I can  trust them to be honest. I also a three beta readers, who can at times be very harsh, but their overall reviews of my works in progress proves invaluable, and to be honest, I don’t think I would trust my work with any other people. They are amazing.

What books have most influenced your life?

I have such a varied taste when it comes to books that it can be hard to pinpoint the most influential, but there have been books that have had a significant impact on my choices in life.

Having been reading from a very young age, I have fallen head over heels with works from Dickens, through to King. Great Expectations was a firm favourite of mine, and I have a special edition First edition given to me when I was sixteen years old, and still to this day, I can sit down and read that book, and all the old feelings of awe and excitement run through me.

Another book that had a very deep impact on me was The Colour Purple by Alice Walker. This book was one of the most amazing reads of my life. Everything about the story, the characters and the setting brought me to tears and changed my attitude to writing about women in oppressed situations. One thing I learnt from the book was the fact that women do not need to hold a powerful sword in their hand to overcome situations of oppression and abuse. The courage grows from within, it is something earned and Walker delivers so many messages in that book, that we could sit here all day addressing them.

One last book that totally rocked my world was Salem’s Lot by the king of horror, Stephen King. This book

What songs are most played on your Ipod?

I love music. It is always playing. On my most played list you will find:

Iridescent by Linkin Park
Angels by Within Temptation
Let Down by Dead By Sunrise
No Matter What by Papa Roach
Immortality by Seether (Pearl Jam cover  version)
The Reason by Hoobastank
You Found Me by The Fray
Irresistible Force by Jane’s Addiction
Hello by Evanescence
Your Dying Heart by Adrian Von Ziegler
My Black Rose by Adrian Von Ziegler
Bother by Stone Sour
Scream by Chris Cornell
Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 (gets me on my feet after a long day writing J )

What are you passionate about these days?

I am very passionate about my writing. It has become the driving force behind my decision to change the career path I had once chosen and focus on something for me. At once point in my life I became bored with the monotony of my days, but now I feel blessed that I get to wake up each day and do something that I love. It takes courage to admit you’re not happy and doing what you love, and it takes more courage to make the commitment to pursue your passion. I regularly encounter people on a daily basis who are miserable or feel stuck in their life. It’s not easy to leave your comfort zone and attempt to change your circumstances.  Keep following your path to happiness. It will likely take time and effort, but I truly believe we can pursue anything we put our minds to; it‘s what we are designed to do. You have to take action, work hard, and never give up. Granted, not all days are a walk in the park. Most days are simply amazing but I will never go back. What I do now has brought a new zest of life to my overall out look on the future. I look forward to my work and I get excited about it.

Do your friends think you are an introvert or an extravert? Why?

My friends think I am an extravert. I tend to be the first person on the dance floor in a club, I’ll be the one dancing on tables and yelling at the DJ to play all my favourite songs.  I like to have a good time, I become a chatterbox and I love meeting new people. Of course this is a confidence thing that has been a gradual process, I wasn’t always the loud mouth of the party; I promise.

What is the next big thing?

Next! I will see the second book in The Shadows Trilogy  ~ Walking With Shadows published in the next 2 months and the third instalment ~ Fighting Shadows due for publication in early January. I also have four adult novels due for publication in 2012.

Thanks so much for this opportunity to find out more about you and your books!  Thanks for sharing and spending this time with us.

About the Author

Fiery Librian Julieanne Lynch is an author of urban fantasy books for both adults and teens. Originally from Northern Ireland, Julieanne now lives in Ireland, where she works on her Shadows Trilogy and other series full-time. Before becoming a writer, she considered a few different career paths, a rock star being one of them. She studied English Literature and Creative Writing at The Open University, and considered journalism as a career path. However, she decided writing was the way for her and believes all of her education and reading prepared her for it.

An avid reader, Julieanne has always had an encompassing fascination with folklore. When not writing, she enjoys crime series such as Criminal Minds, CSI, NCIS and Cold Case, and loves anything with Vampires, listening to metal, meeting new people, drinking lots of green tea, and sharing her dreams with her children. She is a self-professed goth wanna-be,and is happy when left to write into the early hours of the morning.

Find Julieanne online:

Website  |  Blog   |   Facebook


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