Behind My Writing
My journey as a writer/author began a little later in life. I never dreamt that I would write a book at the age of 30—or ever, for that matter. Other than being a mom, I never knew exactly where I fit in as far as a career goes. But I realized every writer needs to start somewhere. Whether it’s dreaming as a child, studying in college, or beginning in the adult years as I have, it doesn’t matter how we get here. We all end up with the same goal: to see our own words printed on paper.
About five years ago, after reading a book, I recall closing it with a crazy thought of writing my own, with my own desired ending. I laughed at myself. Me, writing my own novel? Was I crazy? Had I lost my mind? Maybe I had. What did I have to lose, though? If I failed, I’d still be a book lover, just not a writer.
I sat down at my computer and began spewing out words through my fingers, anything and everything that came to my mind. My thoughts became sentences, and my sentences became pages, and my pages became a book: my first book. I went through the editing process and even queried some agents. I finally decided, after many denials, that it was time to chalk the book up to a good learning experience. I locked it up and threw away the key.
I continued to write and enrolled in some college courses, any classes that my writing could benefit from. That’s when I began my second attempt at a novel.
Writing Eternal Mixture has been a thrill! It’s been full of the emotional ups and downs that come with gaining self-confidence while experiencing something new. I spent many waking minutes glued to my computer. Though my family found me obsessed at times, they now understand what hard work looks like.
I made a decision to follow my dream, and in that moment, I had to stop caring what others would think. I’m the first to admit, it’s scary to put your most sacred work out on display for the whole world to critique and analyze. But, this is my dream and mine alone. I didn’t want to have any regrets, so I forged on!
With each person who takes the time to read my book and shares positive thoughts, I have a confirmation that I have chosen the right path for myself. Dreams can come true with hard work.
I just want to say thank you Fang-tastic Books for allowing me to be your guest. Thank you to the readers who’ve taken the chance and those who intend on taking the chance on Eternal Mixture! You all rock!!
Eternal Mix Series
Genre: YA paranormal romance
Publisher: Words Written
Date of Publication: 11/1/2013
ISBN: 978-0615828039 paperback
ISBN: 978-0615951423 eBoook
Number of pages: 293
Word Count: 88,502 words
Cover Artist: George Parulski, East Way Photography
If you had the chance to start your life over, would you take it? If you were told you would live for eternity, would you embrace it? If a stranger told you he was your soul mate, would you believe it?
Raina Richmond has played it safe her entire life. She has never broken the rules. That is, until Brent Alexander walked straight into her life, causing havoc. Turning her world upside down.
Brent is the new kid in town. He is every girl’s fantasy: adorable, charming, chiseled, and the typical boy Raina usually steers clear of. But there is just something about him she can’t seem to resist. Safe is no longer an option for her. For him, she breaks all the rules.
What she doesn’t realize is that he holds the key to her past, present, and future. Once he reveals the reasons behind their irrevocable connection, she will unlock the answers to all of her questions, and her life as she knows it will never be the same again.
Excerpt: A part of the first chapter
I head over to the library to kill some time before my next class. It’s quiet and peaceful in there, and I always feel a wave of calmness when walking through those doors. I think it may have something to do with all these words that have come together, creating stories, written by all these amazing authors who now surround me. I love books. Something about seeing through someone else’s eyes and living a mere moment in someone else’s life soothes me.
I take a seat at the table in the back, take out Christopher Pike’s Blood Thirst from my book bag, and dive into the book. The main character, Sita, is so empowering, bold, and immortal, yet carefree and fragile all at once.
The thought of living a thousand years is so intriguing but ultimately depressing, having to outlive everyone and anyone who enters your life. Still, it makes me wonder, what would I give to have all eternity in my hands?
As I contemplate this, I hear a chair skid across the carpet in front of me. I slowly bring my book down, low enough to peek over.
I furrow my brows. “Can I help you?” I ask the boy sitting at the table across from me, feeling a bit perplexed and apprehensive. A smirk spreads across his face as his smoky golden eyes bore into mine.
“No, just taking in the view,” the boy answers back with swagger.
Is this kid crazy or something? I know he can’t possibly be talking about me, and the library isn’t much to look at either.
I glance behind me. “The view, huh? Kinda hard to believe, since we’re sitting in a library,” I comment sarcastically.
“Very true. But I wasn’t talking about the scenery; I was more or less talking about you,” he replies. “My name is Brent,” he says while extending his hand for me to shake. Immediately, I feel the thump-thump, thump-thump of my heart pumping with great intensity. An ice-cold shiver rushes down my arms and throughout my body, and I can’t help but stare at his soft, pristinely manicured hand, as though touching it would be the death of me. An end to all means. But most of all, I’m afraid of the burning scar his touch might leave on me.
I continue to stare at him, not sure where this is going. He eventually drops his hand. I’m kind of wondering if maybe this is a joke, like he was put up to this or something. Maybe I’m being punked and everyone is hiding behind the bookcases, waiting for him to make a fool out of me.
But Brent just continues to gawk at me with this indescribable charisma. I feel as though he’s drawing me in with the golden blaze of his eyes but making me question his intentions with a devilish grin.
“Ahem.” Brent clears his throat, looking amused, and leans his head to the side, waving his hand to get my attention.
“Oh, sorry. I’m Raina,” I finally reply after leaving my trance.
“Hi, Raina. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he says, as though he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life.
“Finally?” I question, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. “You say that as though we should already know each other.”
I watch as he adjusts his shoulders and reassesses himself before responding. “I saw you in the hallway this morning and then again in the cafeteria. I just felt like you were someone I wanted to meet,” he confesses. “The cafeteria felt a little crowded, with all eyes on me, so I left to get some air,” Brent finishes, shrugging his shoulders.
“And you followed me here?”
I can’t believe that just came out of my mouth. Of course he’s not stalking me! Why would anyone want to do that?
“I wasn’t stalking you, if that’s what you’re thinking. When I passed by, I saw you sitting alone. I felt like this was my chance to introduce myself without any watchers lurking,” he admits with a kind of sincerity. At least, I think he’s being sincere.
Before I can even respond, the bell rings. I stand up and quickly gather my book off the table to place in my book bag. I push in my chair and smile at him as he begins to stand up. I turn to walk away, not knowing what else to say to him.
An intense warmth stings my hand, goose bumps rage through my skin as my hair rises from my body. I pause slowly, turn around, and look down. Brent’s hand is now touching mine.
“Raina, when can I see you again?”
The energy from his hand is climbing through my every limb, awakening the parts of me that lay dormant for so long.
“Why would you want to see me again?” I question, a little dumbfounded, taking my hand back.
He steps closer. “Because I like you.” Straight to the point.
I turn slowly around, not sure how to answer this, and I can feel the heat off his body as he walks beside me. I stop when we get to the glass doors. “Listen, you seem nice and all, but I have a boyfriend,” I say, leaving him speechless. I’m completely shocked that this lie just came rolling off my tongue so easily. I hate lying, but I hate being let down even more so, and I’m sure that’s just what he would do eventually.
About the Author:
Shevaun DeLucia lives in upstate New York with her husband, four children, and two dogs. As a stay-at-home mom while her children were young, she fell in love with reading. She indulged in the small moments that took her away from the reality of her loud, overly rambunctious household, bringing her into a world of fantasy. When reading wasn’t enough to satisfy her, she turned to writing, determined to create the perfect ending of her own.
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