Saturday, November 16, 2013

The Red Sector Chronicles by Krystle Jones


Today, Krystle Jones, author of the young adult dystopian/PNR series The Red Sector Chronicles, will be interviewing the handsome and mysterious vampire, Aden Knight!

ADEN: I believe you forgot “drool-worthy.”

KRYSTLE: Yeah, I think I heard Sloane mention that a time or two.

*Sloane blushes from where she’s standing off-stage.*

KRYSTLE: Anyway, tell the readers a little about yourself.

ADEN: Well, Krystle. *brushes glossy blond bangs from his eyes* I’m a commanding officer in the Syndicate, an organization of human-like vampires with a secret base belowground.

KRYSTLE: It’s not going to stay secret for long if you keep blabbing about it. *grumbles* You said “human-like.” So are there different types of vampires?

ADEN: Oh, yes. There are vampires that look like you and me… *expression darkens but is no less poster-worthy* Then there are Rogues.

KRYSTLE: Tell us about those.

ADEN: They’re monsters, barely more than skin and bones, with long, sharp claws, yellow fangs, and red eyes.

KRYSTLE: They sound scary!

ADEN: They are. *wicked grin* But no less un-killable.

KRYSTLE: Is that even a word?

ADEN: It is now. *said very suavely*

KRYSTLE: *fans self* Well, erm, let’s talk a little about your love life.

ADEN: *blushes slightly*

KRYSTLE: Inquiring minds would like to know – are you and Sloane a “thing?”

ADEN: *smiles mysteriously* Wouldn’t you like to know?

KRYSTLE: I already know, silly, because I’m the author. But readers would like to know. Which is why I asked.

ADEN: *winks at audience* Why don’t you read and find out? *said very sexily*

KRYSTLE: *rolls eyes* You’re such a ham!

ADEN: I prefer “dashing.”

KRYSTLE: Whatever. We’re about out of time. Do you have anything else you’d like to say to the audience?

ADEN: If you like a healthy dose of adventure and romance in your dystopian worlds, then I invite you to read The Red Sector Chronicles. Besides. *flashes camera-ready smile* I’m in this book. What more reason could you need?

KRYSTLE: *face-palm*

The Defiance

The Red Sector Chronicles
Krystle Jones
(The Red Sector Chronicles Omnibus)
Genres: Dystopia, Paranormal Romance, Young Adult

The strength of Sloane’s heart is about to be put to the ultimate test.
After the Eclipse – the night vampires began openly slaughtering human victims – everything changed. Out of fear, the government salvaged what remained of the human population and enclosed them in massive, security-laden cities called White Sectors, while marking the vampire infested territory as Red Sectors.
When seventeen-year-old Sloane McAllister’s twin brother disappears, she seems to be the only one who thinks he isn’t dead, and she vows to stop at nothing to find him. Gathering her courage, she braves the Red Sector to search for clues to his whereabouts. By chance, she encounters Aden, a handsome, charismatic vampire with a hidden agenda. He turns Sloane against her will and whisks her away to his underground city. Enemies quickly become friends as Sloane struggles against her attraction to Aden, and resists her growing loyalties to the creatures that ruined her life.
But the vampires themselves are the least of her problems. A war is brewing between the humans and vampires, along with a growing web of deceit and betrayal. And before it’s all over, loyalties will be tested, hearts will be broken, and no one’s lives will ever be the same.


The floorboards behind me creaked ever so slightly, and I drew my pistol, scanning the patches of darkness within the living room. A set of small windows casted squares of red moonlight on the dusty planks. There, so light it was nearly unnoticeable, was a footprint in the dust, much too large to be my own.
Fear, icy and tangible, tapped its claws along my spine and up the base of my neck. I froze for a long second before rushing to the front door, my head screaming, Get out! Get out now!
I was literally inside the doorframe, one foot in the house, one foot out, when a hand reached out of the shadows and grabbed me by the throat, slamming me into the wall so hard I lost my breath.
Someone wrested the pistol from my grasp before I could collect enough of my senses to think to fire it. My fingers were so clammy I couldn’t get a hold on my attacker’s hand as I clawed at it, trying to free myself. A thumb pressed into my air tube, and I choked as a tall, lithe silhouette stepped in front of me. The figure’s gaze shifted, its eyes reflecting red like the lenses in a cat’s eyes as it glanced at my right wrist, where the tattoo was bathed in moonlight.
“What are you doing here, hunter?” came the low, musical voice of a man. Though his timbre was soft, there was a steely edge to it. 
I coughed and sputtered, glimpsing the bottom corner of a black leather trench coat and ruling out that my mother’s guard had caught up to me. The Scarlet Guard got their name from their red uniforms… and their thirst for bloodshed. But if this man wasn’t with the Scarlet Guard, then who was he? What was he doing here – in my house, of all places – on the anniversary of the Eclipse?
The figure leaned in. Wispy platinum blond bangs came into view, though his face was still obscured by shadows. He studied me a moment longer before I heard a tiny gasp. “It can’t be…” he whispered in disbelief, and my brows furrowed.
Who is he? Do I know him? He’s not Orion...
My eyes dropped to his slightly agape mouth, and my blood ran cold. There, just visible beneath his upper lip, were the points of two fangs.
A vampire? But he can’t be. He looks so… human.
I thought of the creature I had faced only a few minutes ago, of its animal urge to kill me, and panic fluttered in my chest. In the few short years humans had known vampires existed, never had we seen one that looked exactly like a regular human being. The fact it could talk was stunning; I didn’t even know vampires could speak. Of the two I had faced, they both seemed hell-bent on ripping out my throat first.
Suddenly, the man – the vampire – in front of me seemed twice as dangerous as any monster I had encountered. And he had my pistol.
“What’s your name?” the man asked. His musical voice was cool and soft, and all the more frightening for it.
His thumb released just enough pressure that I could feel my voice box again, and I gulped for air. I had to get out of here and away from him however I could. A wild, irrational thought formed in my mind, and I tried to speak, my words strangled because I could barely breathe.
He leaned in. “What did you say?”
I looked up, a wicked smile on my face. “Trick-or-Treat,” I rasped.
Somehow, the man – or vampire, or whatever he was – had missed the dagger when he subdued me, most likely too focused on the pistol and thinking it to be my only weapon. I brought the dagger straight up, tip first with the serrated side facing out, with the aim of impaling him in the chin.

Krystle Jones was born and raised in the small, southern town of Tullahoma, Tennessee. Reading and writing have been lifelong passions of hers. In addition to being a novelist, she is also an award-winning flutist, and moonlights as a voice actress. Her voice can be heard in the popular online game, Alice is Dead 3.

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1 comment:

Krystle said...

Hey, Laurie! Thank you for hosting me. =) Happy holidays!