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Get ready Secret Watchers! Perceptions is coming your way….
Perceptions (Book 4) News! (5/22/14) Cover art… approved! Text formatting… approved!
Perceptions (Book 4) of the Secret Watchers series is off to BookBaby! Watch here for the latest developments! We are still on schedule for May 26th!!!!
Perceptions is out to Beta readers! If you are interested in receiving and ARC (advance reader copy) please email me at Laurenwrites@thesecretwatchers.com
May 26th of 2014 is the goal!
Mom followed me until I signaled a halt. We stepped out of sight into an alcove. “He’s watching the deli from across the street. White Eagle will be nearby. Our guy is young and inexperienced. I’ll go snap his picture and send it to you both. Are you ready, Mom?”
“Do I have a choice?” she asked in a resigned voice. “You know I’ll be fine once the action starts. I don’t do well with anticipation.”
“Yeah, I know, but you’ll be fine,” I answered, giving her a hug. I quickly unbuttoned and pulled off my dress shirt, tossed it to Mom and put on my shades. I ruffled up my hair and hunched my shoulders. I made use of my environment as urban camouflage and made my way over to our target using a circuitous route. I did a quick check and it felt like his attention was still on the deli, waiting for us to exit.
I turned my gift back off so our uninvited guest wouldn’t feel me coming and edged toward him. I scanned the area and eliminated all three women and an older man. Then I caught movement near a tree. A young guy with a backpack was holding a skateboard. He was slender, creating the illusion of more height than he actually had. His over-large feet were jammed into skate shoes giving him the look of a growing puppy. His dark hair was cut close to his scalp. Heavy brows loomed over his dark, deep-set eyes. His ears were gaged so far out that I couldn’t believe the flesh could withstand the strain. He pulled off his ball cap and wiped sweat from his forehead using the edge of his raggedy rock band t-shirt. The hair on the top of his head was so long, it covered his eyes. The jeans he wore had a split at the knee and were shredded at the bottoms where the hems had once been. He wore them low on his hips, showing me a flash of white skin and a tattoo as he swiped at the sweat. The mark was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I snapped several shots and tried to get what I could of his ink. I sent the images to the gang, including Marlo asking him to start the identification process as soon as possible.
I waited and watched from my hiding place behind a planter. The kid was nervous. His body vibrated with barely contained energy as his fingers beat a rhythm against his thigh. As I continued to observe him I realized he really wasn’t a kid. He was older than me, maybe nineteen to about twenty-two but he was green. I’d been doing this for three years and I knew that no experienced watcher would act like this. We learn to hide and blend or we die.
Mom and White Eagle texted me back almost simultaneously. I edged a little closer to our guy and sensed the area again to see if he had any dark company. I saw him flinch and look around. I knew he felt my gift wash over him – it probably made his skin prickle and the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He caught sight of me but it was too late. I was on him. He twisted away from me and made to run but he saw Mom coming at him with a determined look. He spun away from her and faced White Eagle. He threw down his board and tried to make a break for it past Mom, but she was ready for him, turning sideways just in time so he couldn’t knock her down and delivering a blow between his shoulder blades, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Nice!
He started to scrabble to his feet but I was quicker and tackled him before he even had a chance to fully rise. He struggled until I gave him a jab to the kidney. He cursed and squirmed. I jumped up so that Mom and White Eagle could haul him to his feet, with his arms wrenched behind him. I grabbed his board and we quick-marched him around the nearest corner before we drew any more attention. Mom stepped back as White Eagle thrust him up against the wall for me to pat him down. I tossed his cell to Mom and pulled off his backpack. He tried to fight but White Eagle’s forearm pressed against his throat slowed him down. He tried to kick me but I was too fast for him and kicked his feet out from under him so that he was momentarily suspended by White Eagle. Not a place I’d ever want to be.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” I snarled at him.
“Screw you,” was his intelligent reply. I just shook my head.
“Text them, please,” I said to Mom. She got busy with her smart phone and then snapped a couple of close-ups for Marlo.
I turned and growled to the newbie watcher, “Who are you? And why are you spying on us?”
He gave us a defiant look, twisted and tried to drain White Eagle, who caught his wrist before his hand connected and snapped it back. “Answer him.” His voice was filled with menace. White Eagle can be an imposing guy when he wants to be.
The young dark watcher raised one side of his upper lip in a snarl making the scar by his mouth pucker.
“Who sent you?” I queried, giving him my best scowl.
“You don’t scare me. I’m not telling you anything!” he sneered.
I squinted at him, deep in thought. Did I have the stomach for this? Did I have it in me to be cruel? Could I torture him for information and still live with myself? If I did, I would be no better than they were. Where was the line and should I cross it?
A slow smile spread over his unshaven face where a scraggly beard showed in uneven patches. “You won’t do it. You don’t have what it takes. You won’t do what has to be done to get what you need. You’re… moral,” he said with disgust like I’d personally offended him. “You’re weak. The good guys usually are. They follow the rules. They can’t do what needs to be done!”
“Shows what you know!” Lucie came out of nowhere to deliver a perfectly executed upper cut to his jaw. Skater dude sagged in White Eagle’s grip, semiconscious as we all turned to stare at Lucie.
“What?” Lucie asked defensively. “We didn’t have all day. Somebody go get the van and let’s take him somewhere we can really question him.”
Mom snapped out of it first, reached into White Eagle’s pocket for the keys and sprinted off.
“Lucie dear, if you’re feeling upset from the proceedings maybe we should talk and not… um, take out our aggressions on others,” Sarah said with quiet dignity.
Lucie smiled at her, a rather sick smile that came nowhere near her eyes. “And I don’t think we should assume he isn’t dangerous. Until we know who he is and what he wants… I consider him a threat.” She shook out her hand as she spoke.
“Did you hurt yourself?” I asked with a huge grin.
A real smile broke across Lucie’s face. “I failed to make ‘good fist’. Sorry, White Eagle.”
Well friends, you heard it here first! I am rebranding myself as…
Lauren Lynne, young adult author.
Writing is an interesting business and I’m still learning. I hope to ALWAYS learn. I’ve been a little quiet lately because I have read so many articles that tell me the best advertising I can do is to write more books… SO that is what I’m doing. I have three books in the works. I want to get them out to you as fast as I can but I want what you get to be worth it! My goal is to release three books in 2014 but if they aren’t ready then we’ll roll forward into 2015.
When I first published Visions, book one of the Secret Watchers series, in September of 2012 all of my efforts in advertising were put into The Secret Watchers brand. Over the last seventeen months I have learned that it is the author that I need to market. (At least if I plan to write other books AND YES I do plan to write more!)
I am working on books four and five of The Secret Watchers series and I am creating a dystopian. Book four of The Secret Watchers is going through a round of edits right now.
Always learning… Always growing!
Big hugs, Secret Watchers fans!!!
If you haven’t yet read The Scare by indie author Robert Shaw… what on earth are you waiting for? 5 out of 5 stars!
Wow! The aptly named The Scare by Robert Shaw kept me up at night… reading! The Scare is well written and engaging. I wanted to see what would happen next and the intensity of it held me captive. The protagonist, Ethan, is haunted by the murder of his little brother. He finds someone who understands in a new girl who moves to town with her own closet full of skeletons. They share broken pasts and try together to survive the present where the local bully torments everyone at school but has turned his sights on Ethan and his friends. When a series of grisly murders begins, Ethan suspects the town bully but doubts that anyone would believe him especially now that the town bully is dead. If you haven’t yet read this… buy a copy. I’m not sorry that I did!
Meet me over at the website of fellow author Gary Vanucci where he shares my latest interview!
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What’s on your reading list right now?
There are so many!!!! My kindle is full of different books that I am dying to read. On top of my list though John Dolan’s “Hungry Ghosts,” the “Hunger Games,” and I want to re-read the Orson Scott Card’s “Speaker of the Dead” series.
We all have our little things when it comes to reading that bug us. What makes you cranky when you read a novel?
I am pretty easy with reading. I love to fall in love with the characters and really feel as if I am there living the struggle with them. With that in mind, I would probably say that my biggest complaint is when I don’t feel connected. I want a full world, with complex characters, and depth to the plotline.
Besides writing and reading, what is your most favorite thing to do?
I am an outdoors girl. There is something about fresh air that always makes me smile and improves my day… so I like to take walks, hikes, visit the beach, and enjoy nature.
What do you look for in a book when you sit down to read for fun?
When I sit down to read, I am looking for a chance to escape. I want a book to transport me to a new world, and entertain me with vivid descriptions, enthralling characters, and a true challenge.
Did you get to quit your day job and become an author or do you still have a day job and writing is something you do for fun? If you still have a day job, what is it?
I suppose this is a yes and a no. I am a full time stay at home mom… so that always comes first. During the day, I am 100% focused mommy, and then after bedtime my author cap goes on. I love writing. It is a part of me, and something that brings me great peace.
Next would you answer some general questions about your approach to the writing craft? When you sit down to write, do you do it the old-fashioned way with pen and paper or do you use a computer? Do you prefer one way or the other?
I use a combination of it all. When I am home, I prefer to write on the computer. It just makes it easier since that is where the final compilation takes place. However… the muse has a way of contacting me when I least expect it, so I carry a notebook with my at all times, and also rely on the microphone function of my phone.
What do you do when you are not writing?
Hmmm… thinking of the next story. Haha. No, if I’m not writing, I am playing and interacting with my family. My two greatest loves… my family and writing.
What draws you to this genre?
I LOVE fantasy. The fantasy setting makes it easier to believe in happily ever after, that good triumphs over evil, that prince charming exists, and that a princess is more than a pretty gown. This genre helps me imagine, escape, and believe in good.
Why do you write?
I think everyone has a creative outlet. Some people draw, some people bake, some people sing or build… I write.
Now some general questions about your writing… Who was your current novel dedicated to? Any particular reason?
My stories are always dedicated to my family. They have stood behind me, supporting this dream unconditionally. My husband amazes me with his support and love, and my children remind me to follow my dreams and never give up.
Please tell me about your story. Who or what was your inspiration behind it?
The Ivory Tower is a YA dystopian thriller. It follows the life of Simone as she discovers the truth behind the fabled tower in their protection camp. This story haunted my dreams for weeks. Every night as I fell asleep the story of Simone played out before me. Finally, I had no choice but to write it.
277- the number sewn into Simone’s shirt. The number that dictates her life at the protection camp. Regulated by a system of ringing bells, fortified cars, and rations, the survivors are protected from residual contaminates on the other side of the wall.
Breaking the monotony of the highly structured camp, Simone and her friend skip school to enjoy one of the last nice days of fall. An afternoon gamed leads them to a new part of the forest, uncovering more than they expected. All thoughts of protection and rules are shattered by the appearance of the ivory tower. A tower riddled with a history of danger and death.
When her friend shows up with a bruised face and thinly veiled threats, Simone has to decide how much she is willing to risk to find out the truth of the tower.
What else do you have in the pipeline?
I am also anticipating the winter release of Princess Madeline and the Dragon. This is the third and final book of the Princess Madeline series, a coming of age fairytale for middle grade readers.
Where can people learn more about you and your work?
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