Please
welcome Author Dawn Jayne onto the Road to Hell. Dawn is the author of Uprising.
Now,
it’s time to create a little hell and get to the good stuff by revealing all of
Dawn’s wicked secrets while on the Road to Hell. LOL Yeah, you wish! ;-D
Grab
your favorite drink, sink your teeth into something decadent, sit back, relax
and enjoy getting to know Dawn…
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GRACEN: Tell me three things about yourself that we
cannot find on the internet or in your bio?
Dawn:
I’m an unrepentant Star Wars fanatic and camped outside a theater for a week to
see Phantom Menace. I separate my clothes by color and style, and use pizza
cutters to slice everything from pancakes to steak.
GRACEN:
What hobbies and interests do you participate in when you’re not writing?
Dawn:
I play around with making jewelry. I
read as much as I can, though not as much I want. I love taking classes, and if
I’m studying something that embarrasses my kids or makes my husband roll his
eyes, chances are very good I’m having a blast!
GRACEN:
Do you have any writing quirks or certain things you MUST have or do before
beginning the writing process?
Dawn:
I can’t sit down to write until I have an entire scene mapped out in my head,
including dialogue. I practice aloud, having entire conversations with myself,
using different accents and voices for the characters. I try to be alone when I do this, but that’s
not always possible. My family often asks if I’m talking to them or my
imaginary friends. J
GRACEN:
If you were plotting to take over the world, how would you do it?
Dawn:
In a word – badly! World domination is not part of my skill-set. Dammit.
But let me think. I’d need a big spooky pirate ship—with internet access. I’d
hire a crew of charismatic con artists to spread wild tales of my wealth and
power. They’d convince everyone I’m the Dread Pirate Roberts and just to seal
the deal, one of the crew would swear I turned him into a newt. After a few
small countries capitulated, I'd hire more follows and eventually have everyone
in the world on my payroll. After that, my People would handle the busy-work while
I rule barefoot from an uncharted island.
GRACEN:
If you could make one statement that the entire planet would hear and remember,
what would it be?
Dawn:
We’re all in the same boat and if we want to get anywhere, we have to stop
dropping anchors.
GRACEN: What genre do you write and why that genre?
Dawn:
Urban Fantasy. It’s a balancing act, keeping one foot in the real world while
the other is chasing unicorns. I can’t imagine a better way to live!
GRACEN:
For those who are not yet familiar with Uprising, can you please give us some details
about the book and/or series?
Dawn: Uprising is the first book in Fires of
Providence. It’s all angels, all the time, and centers around Rise, a fledgling
who is born into flesh to face various trials in order to earn the elite title
of Herald. She has a problem with authority, isn’t exactly a team player, and
not thrilled to find out her whole life has been a test she didn’t even know
she was taking. To add insult to injury,
her angel advisor is everything she’s vowed not to be, and he looks on her the
same way. They have no choice but to tolerate one another because if Rise
fails, the consequences will not only be horrific for her, but the entire
world.
GRACEN: Do you have any new stories in the works and
can you tell us a bit about it/them?
Dawn:
I’m working on Crises, the second book in Fires of Providence. I also have
another book in a very rough draft stage, called Divorce on Lay-a-Way. It’s a
dark comedy of sorts, about a dysfunctional family. I might have to give my
husband co-author credits for that one, actually. *wink wink*
GRACEN:
If you could describe your writing with one word or brief phrase, what would it
be? Please delve into the core of your writing to tell us what word or phrase
you want readers to take with them when they’ve finished reading your story.
Dawn:
Game Changer.
GRACEN:
What, in your opinion, makes your story unique and what makes it stand out from
other stories in your genre? Think of this as a pitch to convince readers to
pick up your books.
Dawn:
There’s a certain comfort in starting an Urban Fantasy in the real world, then
incorporating the fantasy elements into that world. But I don’t do comfort very
well, so readers are going to experience the spiritual realm first. There’s no
easing into anything, there’s no purple prose and flowery descriptions to
soothe the entrance. It’s a headlong dive into a different reality, with
different rules and creatures and expectations.
It was a bit of a risk, but I’m not a gentle writer, not in style or content.
The characters drive the story and I let them do their thing, without
restraint. I hope my readers enjoy a bumpy ride with lots of dark alleys,
breakneck twist and maybe a few crashes. J
This is a story of individual choices, consequence, anger and pain. I don’t
write for shock-value, but I don’t shy away from hard issues when they’re
necessary for the story. My angels are not perfect creatures, but they’re not
dark for the sake of darkness. They bleed, they have fear, they have a purpose
– the same as their human counterparts.
Uprising is not a romance, though there might be a few shades here and there.
The characters find challenge within their own being, not so much from others.
They all struggle to various degrees with identity, learning who they are and
how they fit into a greater tapestry. That’s the focus this time, and I tried
not to stray too far.
Many stories with angels don’t discuss
the spiritual or religious aspects of those creatures, and while I don’t harp
on those things or push any belief system, I refused to sever those elements.
That’s a huge part of the angel lore, what makes them so fascinating and
beloved, and I wasn’t willing to sacrifice those aspects. Same goes for the
wings. My angels have wings. They fly and sit in narrow-backed chairs. You
won’t find any miraculously disappearing body parts in my story. J
GRACEN:
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done in the name of research?
Dawn:
Well, not sure this counts as weird, but I have a Muslim character who is a bit
of a fashionista. I wore a hijab for a whole weekend, to get a feel of what it
might be like for a Mulsim woman living in America. It was a unique experience.
GRACEN:
Of all your books, which character did you have the most fun creating and why?
Dawn:
I had fun creating all of them, but I’ll have to go with Tyre. He’s one of the
Heralds, the elite angel choir. He throws his power around, bends and breaks
the rules, and manages to piss-off most everyone at some point. That’s not the
whole of his character, not by a long shot, but those elements were a lot of
fun, especially when combined with the language I was able to incorporate. The
angels have more eloquent and dignified speech patterns, so I enjoyed playing
around with that, coming up with interesting phrasing and backhanded insults.
GRACEN:
If you had the opportunity to meet just one of your characters in real life,
who would it be and why?
Dawn:
I’d say Dominik. I have spent hours searching for a photo or drawing that can
adequately depict the character I have in my head. Nothing comes close and it’s
frustrating! If I met Dominik, I’d have him pose for a few photos and then I’d
beg him to take me on a short flight. Or maybe not so short. I’m freezing in
Indiana right now, but I hear New Zealand is lovely this time of year!
GRACEN:
Which of your characters would you never want to meet under any circumstance
and why?
Dawn:
The Free Spirits. While I cannot say they are evil, they are definitely
disturbed beyond any help. Their own suffering is only sated by inflicting
greater suffering on another. I’d never want to come within a mile of one.
*shudder*
GRACEN: If you were interviewing yourself, what is
the one question you would ask yourself and please give us the answer to that
question?
DAWN:
Oh, my. This is harder than the world domination question, ha! I’d ask how I
created the spiritual realm. The answer?
I took things from all cultures and beliefs - religion, mythology, history,
astrology. I put my own spin on things and tried to weave a reality where these
facets aren’t in conflict, where they all blend together in harmony and offer
an unlimited opportunity for knowledge and understanding. That was my vision
and I hope like hell I did it some justice.
GRACEN: Thanks so much for joining us, Dawn! It’s been a treat getting to know you
better!
Genre: New Adult, Fantasy
Release date: 11/29/12
Publisher: Time and Tide Publishing
Uprising Blurb (book 1 Fires of Providence Series):
What one angel will risk to
earn the title of Herald,
is matched only by what
another will do to keep it.
Heralds are the most powerful of all angels, secretive and
feared, created for a single purpose. Only those most courageous and worthy
earn a place within the elite choir, and only by breaking ancient oaths held
sacred can the honor be stripped. It's a punishment that hasn't been imposed in
over two-thousand years, until a single reckless act sets off a firestorm,
threatening to consume all creation.
Rise Hawke never suspected she'd been marked to play a role in the deadly
events unfolding in the spiritual realm. Independent and resistant to
authority, she isn't thrilled when she meets Dominik, an angel with new wings,
an old grudge, and a mysterious agenda he's determined to impose.
Vowing to uncover the secrets kept from her, Rise soon learns that knowing what
you are isn't nearly as dangerous as discovering why. Hunted by those who want
to destroy her, and controlled by those who would see her fulfill her purpose,
she is forced into a brutal battle set in motion long before she was ever born.
It soon becomes clear that what one angel will risk to earn the title of Herald,
is matched only by what another will do to keep it.
"Uprising"
Book
1 in Fires of Providence Series
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Excerpt:
Chapter One
Tyre
Tyre suspected the young woman would hold a grudge against him. Not because he
was going to kill her—she’d thank him for that later—but because of the sex. He
knew he took things a bit too far this time, but curiosity got the better of
him. With any luck, the inevitable reprimand would be light, but it was hard to
tell these days. Being an angel was getting tricky.
The girl, Katie Theresa Connors, had an Irish name and features to match, with
pale skin and a mop of red hair. The Catholic School uniform completed the
look, though it was currently in a state of disarray.
“I’m never going to get all these wrinkles out,” she said. Her attempts to
smooth the knee-length plaid skirt bunching around her waist were proving
troublesome in the confines of the car. She finally gave up and started to work
on the white blouse.
“I hope my roommate’s asleep when I get back.” She buttoned up, then readjusted
her little cross necklace. “She has such a big mouth; the whole senior class
will know.” Katie re-wrapped a blue scarf around her neck, arranging it with
practiced hands until it was a fluffy bow. She looked around, felt under her
bottom, and patted around on the floorboard. Tyre picked up the small handbag
from where it had fallen between his feet, and held it up by the strap.
“Thanks.” She pulled out a tube of lipstick, dotted on some color and blended
it with her finger before adding a touch of gloss. Tyre knew it was bubblegum
flavored; the taste still lingered on his lips. He couldn’t say he cared for
it.
Katie made a few last adjustments to her hair and looked with satisfaction at
her reflection in the little mirror before flipping up the visor. She favored
Tyre with a brilliant smile.
“So, do I still look like a girl who snuck out of a hotel to have sex with a
complete stranger?” She stretched across the seat and kissed him.
“Yes, you do,” Tyre said. She giggled, but he wasn’t joking. “And all things
considered, we’re hardly strangers.” He winked. She blushed and bit her bottom
lip, probably thinking he was being flirtatious instead of literal.
Tyre chuckled. He was getting tremendous amusement at her expense tonight, in
several ways. Though Katie had tried to put on a show of innocence, he knew
their tryst hadn’t been the girl’s first. He was aware her history and it was
nothing short of scandalous. With a recently deceased mother and a father
working two jobs to keep his children in private school, Katie had tried to
find respite from grief and loneliness. She’d discovered the allure of cads,
and there had been quite a few. Tyre couldn’t begrudge her the small comfort,
especially since her desperate need for intimacy—even the illusion—had served
him quite well. He turned the keys in the ignition and adjusted the rearview
mirror which had been knocked out of place during the somewhat awkward liaison.
“You were right about the monuments,” Katie said. “They were amazing at night.
I’m glad you invited me.”
“I’m glad you accepted. Though I admit, I was surprised; I tend to intimidate.
The scars didn’t frighten you?”
“Not much,” Katie said with a shrug. “I kind of like the one around your eye. I
had fun tonight. I hope you did, too.”
Tyre knew she wasn’t talking about the Washington D.C. scenery. “It was a
unique experience, one I may remember with fondness.” He didn’t mention he had
other feelings as well, ones not as noble. The girl had given him problems in
the past, and he considered his motivations held a touch of malevolence. Why he
was risking himself to save her again was vexing. It had been quite a hassle
this time, too, which reminded him...
“Why didn’t you leave the hotel last night?” he asked, switching on the
headlights and maneuvering through the darkened parking lot.
“What are you talking about?”
Tyre pulled into sparse traffic and headed for the interstate. “Last night, at
nine fifteen, you were going to leave the hotel and start walking North on the
highway, toward the entertainment plaza. You dressed in an ill-fitting purple
skirt, applied far too much make-up, and styled your hair in a way you thought
appeared exotic, but simply looked unkempt. Then, after such woeful efforts,
you failed to depart. Why is that?”
Katie puffed out an angry breath. Tyre knew she was taken aback by his
recitation of private moments, and perhaps his opinion on her fashion sense.
“How did you know that?” she demanded, but then leaned closer. “Are you
psychic?” Her eyes lit at the idea, any offense apparently forgotten.
“Not by your definition of the word, but I am a good listener. You must’ve
mentioned it at some point.” Tyre shrugged as if the answer were of no consequence,
though he wanted to wring the truth from the girl. “I was just curious as to
why your plans changed.” He presented her with an endearing smile. He could be
charming when he wished.
Katie slapped a hand over her face and looked out the window at the passing
trees. “I swear, I don’t remember saying any of that. I can’t believe I told
you about the hair! I ramble sometimes.”
Tyre agreed, but didn’t say so. There was no need for rudeness, after all.
“Sister Bernard was on patrol,” Katie said. “She pulled a chair out of her room
and sat at the end of the hall all night, reading. She wouldn’t let anyone get
by, not even to get a snack from the vending machine. The other chaperones
trusted us, but Sister B is insane.”
“Afraid one of her girls would sneak out and engage in sinful acts? You’re
right. Insanity.”
Katie giggled, and Tyre shook his head. He should’ve guessed one of the clergy
caused all the trouble. He did appreciate the irony, though. He pulled up the
sleeve on his jacket and glanced at the thick, metal bracelet on his wrist,
often mistaken for a timepiece. It glowed brightly and Tyre frowned. He’d been
out too long and needed to hurry things up.
“Cool watch,” Katie commented, leaning over to get a better look. “That’s a
Yin-Yang symbol on the face, right? Where did you get it?”
“It’s called a taijitu,” Tyre said, explaining the black and white symmetrical
pattern of the design. “It was issued at work.”
Katie turned in the seat and curled one leg up so she could fully face him.
“Where do you work?”
“That’s a complicated question. Let’s just say it’s a large organization, and
I’m part of a rather select group.”
“What do you do?”
Tyre pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He had no
desire to engage in the infamous post-coital chitchat, but since she’d been
accommodating earlier, he decided to indulge her.
“I travel,” he said. “I’ve done a little of everything, but on this trip I’m in
Collections.”
“I bet you get to go all over the world. I’m jealous. I’ve never even been on a
plane. I think flying would be amazing.”
“It is.” Tyre was pleased to say something truthful. He merged onto the
interstate and picked up speed. There wasn’t much traffic at this late hour, as
was his plan; he didn’t want or need an audience tonight. He accelerated
further, and the engine of the car struggled to keep up. He should’ve stolen
one with more power, but he’d been in a time crunch.
“Hey, I think you missed the exit.” Katie pointed as they passed by a ramp.
“So I did. We appear to have something in common now.”
“You’re going too fast.” Katie turned back around and buckled her seat belt.
Tyre knew she was beginning to realize something was out of place. He was a
little relieved; she’d been far too trusting until this point, and though it had
been useful to him, he still found her casual acceptance a curious thing. He
normally encountered fear, or at least suspicion, and employed unique, even
brutal, methods to gain compliance. He decided to think on the matter later,
put the girl’s odd behavior from his mind, and pushed on the gas again.
Katie tensed, grabbing hold of the dash for security. “You need to slow down. I
mean it, Dominik, I’m getting scared.”
Tyre forgot about that particular deception; there were so many tonight it was
hard to keep up. “That’s not my name, by the way.” He reached across the seat
and shook her hand. “Tyre. Pleased to meet you.”
“What?” She lost some color. “You lied to me?”
He knew this would soon be least of her issues with him.
“So, your name is…Tyre?” Her voice held a touch of anger. “Like a teardrop?”
“Like the Phoenician city, if you must make a comparison. I thought you might
prefer the name Dominik.” He didn’t tell her why; she’d get the joke soon
enough. “But, you’re right to be upset, and I’m going to make it up to you.
Watch me.”
Tyre made sure Katie’s eyes were on him, and called upon one of his more
theatrical abilities. He shivered; within seconds, his black hair turned to
blonde, his green eyes to brown, and he altered his height to give himself more
length. He added a full beard, but it was too itchy; he removed it and flashed
a grin at his passenger.
Katie’s eyes went wide, her mouth fell open and she screamed in terror.
Tyre placed a finger to his ear and cringed. The girl had impressive volume.
With his increased height, his knees pressed against the dash under the
steering wheel, so he reached to the lever underneath the seat and slammed it
back as far as it would go. Katie continued testing her lung capacity, and in
such confined quarters, it needed to cease.
“You don’t like blondes?” Tyre asked. “Neither do I. How about this one, then?”
He shivered again, changing his hairstyle to a long, reddish-brown. He switched
up his skin tone and swapped his eye color to a bright blue. He peeked in the
rearview mirror to make sure he’d gotten the costume correct and grunted in
satisfaction. He thought Katie would, under different circumstances, appreciate
the look. Most women did.
The terrified girl grabbed her silver cross necklace and pushed her back
against the door, getting as far away from him as she could. Her trembling
shook the seats.
“What are you?” she demanded. “What do you want?”
Tyre considered the questions. There was no reason he had to lie to her at this
point, and he’d grown tired of the charade anyway. He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m
the angel who’s going to save your soul. Again.”
“You’re insane,” Katie whispered and started rummaging through the glove box,
her hands shaking as she dumped paperwork and other items all over. Tyre guessed
she was looking for something to use as a weapon, so he allowed her to
continue; it would earn him a few moments of quiet and nothing in the car could
harm him.
He hit the accelerator and tested the steering capabilities. It was almost time
for the big finish, and he wanted no mistakes. Tyre started weaving from one
lane to another, relishing the adrenaline rush. He laughed until a pair of
taillights came up fast on the right. “There might be witnesses.” He turned to
Katie. “This could be a problem. Try to act natural, will you?”
“Witnesses?” Katie repeated, looking back and forth between Tyre and the
road. The broken yellow lines whipped by so fast they appeared almost solid.
She started to cry, but then she, too, spotted the other vehicle. She seized
the manual handle controlling the windows and cranked as fast as she could,
calling out for assistance.
“Brilliant.” He cast a sideways look to the girl. “Well, there’s no way to
avoid them now, is there?” He reached over and grabbed her hand. “Wave. Be polite.”
He waggled her wrist, making her hand dance. “Say farewell.”
“No,” Katie screamed, “please!” She tried to pull her arm free as they passed a
station wagon with brown side panels. The driver and the woman beside him shot
angry glances at the speeding car, but a boy with big dark eyes pressed his
face to the window and waved back.
Tyre kept up the assault on the car’s engine. He realized he hadn’t switched
his appearance since the last wardrobe change, and breathed in relief as he
regained his familiar form. He turned his attention back to his terrified
passenger. “I know you’re upset now, but you’ll thank me for this later.” He
patted her knee.
Katie grabbed the cross around her neck again, clutching it like an anchor in a
storm. She started to rock back and forth in the seat, praying. She rattled off
words without a breath. “Our father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name thy
kingdom come thy will be done…”
“The Lord’s prayer,” Tyre said. “Excellent choice. Very popular.”
“…on earth as it is in heaven…” She stopped, sobs catching in her throat as the
car switched lanes, coming dangerously close to the guardrail.
Tyre stole a peek at her. “Keep going, you were doing so well. Give us this
day…” He waved his hand as though helping a child with the alphabet. The car
was almost at maximum speed now.
Katie’s chin quivered, and she could barely squeak out the words. “Give us this
day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who
trespass against us…”
“That would be me, right?” The little arrow on the speedometer bounced around,
having reached its limit.
“…and lead us not into temptation...”
“But deliver us from evil!” Tyre roared the last words along with her, then
twisted the steering wheel hard to the right. Katie wailed as the car lurched,
slammed into the guardrail and flipped end over end. Metal twisted and cracked,
tires catapulted into the air, and glass shattered with the multiple impacts
before the car came to rest, upside down, against an enormous oak.
The crash was devastating, as intended, and Tyre was pleased with his work. He
stood a short distance away, having vacated the doomed vehicle before things
got too ugly. His massive black wings, the mark of his elite choir, the
Heralds, were now in full array. It was a tremendous relief; keeping wings
tucked for too long was uncomfortable. They’d started to cramp.
He watched as the only remaining tire still attached to the car continued to
spin. The final blow of the crash had been delivered with such force it split the
trunk of an ancient tree, and Tyre shook his head in regret. He hated
destruction of the environment.
About the
Author:
Dawn Jayne is a lifelong Hoosier. She attended Purdue
University before enlisting in the United States Marine Corps. She met her husband,
Todd, in Okinawa and enjoys reminding him she held a higher rank for a while.
When she's not writing, Dawn takes classes in
religious and spiritual studies, rearranges furniture, and spends as much time
as she can with her teenage kids. She loves midnight movies, hates wearing
shoes, and is terrified of giant sunflowers. Her new favorite hobby is
motorcycle rides with Todd.
Dawn lives with her family in Indianapolis.
www.dawnjayne.com
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Publisher: www.timeandtidepublishing.com
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Tina spends her days writing and creating fantasy worlds until she’s forced back into reality where she pretends to be “normal.” When not writing, she’s a full-time cub scout/camping/gymnastic/PS3 mom for her son and daughter and a devoted wife to her leading man, the love of her life-husband. She’s addicted to writing, romance novels, zombie movies, and coffee with caramel macchiato creamer. She fully believes in karma and pours her heart into everything she does. She loves life and embraces every moment of it.
