Happy Monday, all! I hope you’ve enjoyed this year’s Virtual FantasyCon Blog Hop Hunt so far!
I’m author Amalie Cantor, and I’ll be your host for this stop in the Hunt. If you would like to find out more about the Hunt, check out our webpage at http://vfcscavengerhunt.weebly.com/.
Somewhere in the post below is a hidden number. As you travel to various authors’ blogs this week, collect these hidden numbers from each post, and then total them up. Once you’ve added all the numbers for one large sum, please head to the official website and click on the ENTER HERE page to find the entry form. Only entries with the correct final number will qualify to win.
The author I’m pleased to be hosting for Virtual FantasyCon’s Blog Hop Hunt today is YA Fantasy Author Jamie Summer. Please welcome her by leaving a comment or (ideally) checking out her books!
YA fantasy is a genre that I absolutely adore. It’s one of the genres that I can go back to each and every time anew and always find a book that will cure my need for those kind of stories. Getting lost in something that would take you away to faraway lands, fights between good and evil and maybe even a little romance thrown in is just what I need. God knows I’m a sucker for that. So yeah, I think that’s why I ended up writing YA fantasy.
I’m a native of Germany and love writing in a language not my own. Simply because English is so much more beautiful than German could ever be. I started writing during high school when my best friend got me into it. We would spent hours and hours writing fan fiction (preferably during classes) including whichever hot guy tickled our fancy that moment. That’s where our love for writing was born. I didn’t end up writing my very own story until 2014, though, when a very vivid dream turned out to be the beginning of my debut novel “Dalysian Hope”. You know, the kind of dream that stays with you for days, weeks even, and there is nothing you can do to shake it off. Eventually I ended up writing down the key points on a piece of paper. I figured that if I ever wanted to write it out, at least I had something to go on. Three months later I sat down and started “Dalysian Hope”. It released early two thousand and sixteen and I’m currently working on book two.
Excerpt from Dalysian Hope:
“So we didn’t have anyone living next to us when we vacationed here?” Sophie asked.
“No, not that I remember. Why are you asking?” Ren sat up straighter, as if he was just as interested in her answer as Mr. Cooper was. For whatever reason, Ren’s reaction made her want to stay quiet about her reasoning.
“Nothing in particular. I thought I saw a for sale sign on the lot and thought I recalled someone living there, but I was so little, I’m surely mixing things up.” Mr. Cooper nodded in understanding, but Ren wasn’t as easily fooled. He gave her a glare that made it clear that they would be having another conversation about this, then refocused on the book in front of him.
“Thank you, though,” she added, not sure whether to feel relieved or sad at what the old man told her.
“Don’t thank me for that. I like to think about the old times. Especially about your visits. It was always such a pleasure to have you here. Like you said earlier, my Mary would find such joy in making your favorite hot chocolate with marshmallows, and then Ryan would always try to steal them away from you. It was such bliss to watch the two of you fight over the tiny sweets.”
Sophie felt her breath caught in her throat. Ryan. There was that name again. The name of the neighbor’s grandson she supposedly had always played with but had no recollection of. The boy that built 49 sandcastles with her and apparently fought her for her marshmallows. But he was also the boy who vanished all those years ago. If Mr. Cooper remembered Ryan, why didn’t he remember the Thompson’s?
Sophie saw that Ren had gone incredibly tense across from her. His knuckles were white as he was gripping the edges of the book, and for a moment she thought about taking it away from him, just to make sure he didn’t rip it in two. Simply because he looked like being two seconds away from that.
“Well, I’ll leave you alone now. If there’s anything else you need, just let me know and I will make sure it gets to you quickly.” Without another word, Mr. Cooper was gone. Sophie wouldn’t have thought anything wrong with his sudden departure, except there had been a hint of guilt in his eyes shortly before he turned away. Right after he mentioned Ryan. She wanted to call after him, to ask him more about the mysterious boy she had forgotten, but was still too much in shock to form any coherent thought. Ren’s posture had only changed slightly. As she took him in now, she could still see the tense lines on his face, yet his gaze seemed unfocused, as if his mind was on anything but the present.
“Ren?” Her voice was quiet. Testing. She didn’t know if he would even hear her with the far off look he had in his eyes. The way he was gripping her book, though, couldn’t be healthy. There was no reaction to her words, so she slowly reached out, touching his white knuckles ever so lightly.
“Ren?” Sophie tried again, and this time, he turned his attention to her. The green in his eyes had turned completely dark, almost black, and it made Sophie retract her hand in shock. He looked nothing like the incredibly handsome man she had seen a few moments ago, and every bit the monster Ash and Mrs. Perkins had painted him to be. The somber stare he gave only added to that.
“Ren, what’s going…”
Before she could even finish, Ren snatched up one of her wrists, pulling it flat against his chest. The movement hurt, making her yelp out in pain. She had to lean over the table to lessen the agony he was causing her. The position was anything but comfortable, but he held onto her tightly.
“What are you doing, Ren?”
“Why were you asking those questions?” His voice had dropped a whole octave, the raw edge to it sounding sinister and mean.
“You’re hurting me.” He didn’t react, not releasing the grip he had on her the slightest. “Ren, you’re hurting me. Let me go!” She tried to keep her voice even, but sheer panic started to set in, making her voice take on a shriek-like quality. Ren barely noticed, continuing to stare at her with his demon-like eyes. Sophie knew that her options were limited. Just like she figured earlier, causing a scene wouldn’t help her case. People would come over and help her no doubt. At this point, though, she was not only afraid for herself, but for all those customers as well.
“Ren. Let me go.” There seemed to be no getting through to him and Sophie wondered what had brought on this change in behavior. It couldn’t have been her asking questions, could it? They wouldn’t mean anything to him.
A second later, Ren’s grip on her wrist loosened and she pulled free. “What is wrong with you?” Since she met him, he’d never threatened her or made her fear him. Until today.
“I’m sorry, I…I don’t know what happened,” was his only response.
“What? Are you telling me your evil twin took over? Seriously? That’s what you go with?” Sophie couldn’t help but let out a strangled laugh. Anger coursed through her body, making it hard for her to think clearly. She needed to get out. Now.
“I’m gonna go now. I got everything I came for anyway. I’ll walk straight to the beach house, so no need to watch out for me or follow me. I’ll find my way just fine without you,” Sophie snapped, grabbing the book that was still placed on the table between them. Ren didn’t even bother acknowledging her words. He looked defeated, almost as if he was feeling guilty. Was he regretting his outburst? Sophie decided not to dwell on it any further and got up. For now, she had enough of the mystery that surrounded Ren.
Stalker Links Jamie Summer:
Spotify: Jamie Summer
Amazon profile: http://www.amazon.com/JamieSummer/e/B01DSQDLDU
Buy Link “Dalysian Hope”: mybook.to/dalysian-hope
Buy Link “Tales Of The Night Anthology” including a short story to introduce you to the characters of “Dalysian Hope”: mybook.to/anthology (all proceeds go to “Joyful Heart Foundation”)
Buy Link “When Summer Came Calling” including a short story to introduce the characters of “Broken Jar Of Memories”, a contemporary mystery: mybook.to/summeranthology (all proceeds go to “Joyful Heart Foundation”)
Did you find the number? If you did, then click Jamie Summer’s link – www.authorjamiesummer.com to continue Virtual FantasyCon’s Blog Hop Hunt.