Fantastical
Supernatural and Writing
Hello Roxanne, thanks so much for having me at your
amazing place Fang-tastic Books. Love it…and the reason I enjoy this space so
much is because of the supernatural vibrations wafting through the air the
moment I walked through your door. WOW! And I know you, dear Roxanne, have
something to do with it.
You enjoy the paranormal, supernatural just as much
as I do. I’ve read your stories and you’ve read mine…we resonate with the same
kind of “imagination” for the wild supernatural. We make sense out of what
doesn’t make sense. LOL
That’s my very favorite part – brainstorming to make
the wild and crazy…tame. Or at least, plausible.
I could hang out in a virtual world for…a long, long
time. My husband and I watched a TV series, Beyond.
And in that show, the story-star, Holden, was in a coma for twelve years…living
in the Realm. It was a dank, desperate place, where dark entities lived. He had
relationships from there. When he finally woke in the human “realm” – he had
lost twelve years. (Can you imagine losing 12 years?) Everything looked
different and he should have actually graduated high school – I believe he was only
a twelve-year-old when he went into his unconscious state.
I enjoyed that series mostly because of the writer’s
vivid imagination…the “realm” reminded me of a scary nightmare, and honestly, I
thought it could very well be plausible. Then the author threw in a few
abilities – paranormal kind of stuff. I applauded; ) That sort of “stuff”
brings out the “geek” in me.
It’s the unexpected with a supernatural spin that
gets my heart rockin’. Throw in a few perilous twists for a couple of
unsuspecting (well fleshed-out) story-stars…and I’m totally ga-ga.
I watched the Vampire Diaries for years, until we
lost the station, and also watched Supernatural – who doesn’t like Dean and Sam?
I love Dean’s voice. How would you best describe that in words? Deep, baritone,
a bit forceful? Honeyed? *smiles*
There are so many ideas for stories buzzing around
inside my head – and the next two books in the Secret series only have a couple of my growing list of ideas. Secret: At HL Woods will include a
story-star, Bri, who communicates with ghosts, so of course there will be a few
of those floating around in the story; ) And they will need Bri to help them
find justice…only to do that will mean sharing her ability with other’s. Then
there’s Secret: Of Amber Eyes –
story-star Morgan is sent to her aunt’s wildlife refuge and preserve. The place
is not only for injured wildlife, but also therapy for troubled kids. She
discovers something else residing there, and instinct binds her in self-discovery…of
the shifter kind; )
Let me ask you all a question – I mean if you’re
here visiting Fang-tastic Books, you are into supernatural, so what types of
characters (supernatural / paranormal / sci-fi / fantasy) would you love to
read about?
Please share…it might just show up in my Secret
series book four story; )
Secrets: In Wolf Lake
Secret Series
Book 1
DK Davis
Genre: YA, sci-fi, fantasy
Publisher: Books We Love Ltd.
Date of Publication: 1/1/2017
ISBN: 9781772993899
Kindle: 9781772993905
WEB: 9781772993912
Print: 9781772993929
ASIN: B01N7O41FM
Number of pages: 120
Word Count: 41,200
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee
Secret: In Wolf Lake – Tagline
Samantha discovers a gifted creature living in Wolf Lake; now his life depends on her saving him.
Book Description:
Samantha’s dealing with a lot of emotional blow-back from her mother’s new marriage. Then she discovers a gifted creature living in Wolf Lake, and life suddenly becomes all about keeping his existence a secret, earning his trust. That is until his life depends on her saving him. But she won’t be able to do it alone…
Secret Series – Tagline
A series of secrets, invisible yet glaring, and most include a Supernatural spin, like an unwelcomed sensation sparking every nerve ending.
Excerpt:
“This freakin’ rocks!” Lisa zipped by again, spraying diamonds of water all over me. I gripped hard on the rod and stood up to keep the fishing line from snagging on her or the jet-ski. The boat pitched, dipping. I shuffled to regain my balance then turned to give Lisa a piece of my mind. In that nano-second the fishing line snapped. I spun around and tumbled nose first over the top of Koko. My rod splashed into the water in front of me as if I’d thrown it.
Instant coldness prickled through me, but I didn’t want to lose that fishing pole. I dove a little deeper, waiting for the water to settle. The sun illuminated beneath the surface and made it easy to see the rod leaning against a big rock right below me. I swam toward it.
A curl of water slid along my arm as something swam near me. I expected the lunker fish, the big guy that snapped the fishing line, but instead, I stared at two round black eyes. I couldn’t look away from its flat green face, the size of a baseball, with small slits for nostrils and a wider slash for its mouth.
Short tubular ears stuck out from each side of its head. Not any kind of fish or amphibian I’d ever seen.
It stared back at me and moved closer.
When it touched my arm, I screamed. A stream of bubbles flushed out of my mouth, blinding my vision. I pushed off from the huge rock with my feet and fought my way to the surface.
Air, I needed air.
Koko’s paws churned through the water just above me. His nails scratched across my cheek as I surfaced.
“Koko, get back, buddy,” I croaked, sucking in air, and then I nudged him to move back. But I didn’t want him too far away. My mind flashed to the thing beneath the water, greenish body, short arms and legs, and a long lizard-like tail. But those black eyes…the way it stared at me, almost like it had intelligence.
“This freakin’ rocks!” Lisa zipped by again, spraying diamonds of water all over me. I gripped hard on the rod and stood up to keep the fishing line from snagging on her or the jet-ski. The boat pitched, dipping. I shuffled to regain my balance then turned to give Lisa a piece of my mind. In that nano-second the fishing line snapped. I spun around and tumbled nose first over the top of Koko. My rod splashed into the water in front of me as if I’d thrown it.
Instant coldness prickled through me, but I didn’t want to lose that fishing pole. I dove a little deeper, waiting for the water to settle. The sun illuminated beneath the surface and made it easy to see the rod leaning against a big rock right below me. I swam toward it.
A curl of water slid along my arm as something swam near me. I expected the lunker fish, the big guy that snapped the fishing line, but instead, I stared at two round black eyes. I couldn’t look away from its flat green face, the size of a baseball, with small slits for nostrils and a wider slash for its mouth.
Short tubular ears stuck out from each side of its head. Not any kind of fish or amphibian I’d ever seen.
It stared back at me and moved closer.
When it touched my arm, I screamed. A stream of bubbles flushed out of my mouth, blinding my vision. I pushed off from the huge rock with my feet and fought my way to the surface.
Air, I needed air.
Koko’s paws churned through the water just above me. His nails scratched across my cheek as I surfaced.
“Koko, get back, buddy,” I croaked, sucking in air, and then I nudged him to move back. But I didn’t want him too far away. My mind flashed to the thing beneath the water, greenish body, short arms and legs, and a long lizard-like tail. But those black eyes…the way it stared at me, almost like it had intelligence.
About the Author:
DK Davis writes YA sci-fi, supernatural, and fantasy with a good dollop of all the relationships woven in between. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, spending time with grandchildren or her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
Twitter – https://twitter.com/DKDavisBooks
Website – http://suda788.wixsite.com/dkdavis
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1 comment:
Hi Roxanne: ) Thanks so much for letting me hang at your place today...always a pleasure. As far as my favorite supernatural being...well, I've run through a lot of them in stories I've written - lots of shifter-types, like cougars, dragons, wolves, vampires (who doesn't like the dark, strong, silent type) - I've opened myself to ghosts...they've always fascinated me. Had a couple encounters when I was a kid and guess that sort of stuck with me. And then there's always the wonder of angels among us.
Wow...give me another cup of coffee. LOL Thanks again for hosting me today: )
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