Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Haedyn's Choice book tour+Interview from author

Haedyn is the last Unnamed and the demon Azazel's personal assassin - his most prized servant. It's not
a title she wants, but it keeps her alive and that's all that matters. But when she is tricked into protecting
Lex, the same human her master is hunting, she learns of Azazel's terrifying plan to create an army of
evil souls - and that Lex isn't the only one slated for sacrifice.

Can Haedyn accept the truth of her past and face the demon who molded her in his image, or will she
risk the losing the souls of those she loves?
Author Bio
Jennifer L. Oliver was born and raised in North Carolina and now lives on Florida's gulf coast with her husband, two cats, a Royal Bahamian Potcake dog, and multiple fish. She is the author of dark urban fantasy and paranormal thrillers. When she's not writing, you can find her giggling with her granddaughter and enjoying time with her family and friends. For more about Jennifer, visit her website at www.jenniferloliver.com or follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest.

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Wait there's more....check out this interview with Jennifer!
What inspired you to create the story?
Almost all of my stories start out as a character popping into my head. They just kind of appear there, sort of like a ghost.Haedyn was no different. She arrived in all her pale skin, deep red eyed glory, an then haunted my dreams until I started writing about her.
The inspiration for her personality was a mixture of several of my favorite female leads. From the TV show Angel, the character Fred and Illyria (who took over Fred's body near the end of the series) were both influential in helping grasp the inner strength that Haedyn possesses, as well as the feeling of being an outsider. Selene from the movie Underworld was a huge influence with the kick-ass aspect of Haedyn's character. She's not afraid to face danger or to fight for what she believes in.
As for the storyline itself, well, that was a little harder. Haedyn is a unique being - the last of her kind. So I had a lot of questions to answer, like how did she come into existence? And what does she really want from life - does she even know? Haedyn's whole life as been somewhat of a lie, so she's got quite a journey in front of her to figure it all out.

Is there a certain author you admire and is your writing style similar to them?

I can't really say if my writing style is similar to another author or not. Every author is different. As I read a story that really draws me in, I take note of why. I try to learn from what works with the books and stories that I love to read and incorporate it into my own books.


As for authors that I admire, there are several. I love Stephen King, Kay Hooper, Lisa Jackson, Heather Graham - just to name a few. But I really respect authors who meet the challenges of life head on, with a smile on their face and being supportive of others in the process. One of those is contemporary and paranormal romance author, CC MacKenzie. She's faced some scary health issues in the last few years and still manages to put out these amazing books. I've not once heard her complain or use her situation as an excuse for not meeting deadlines. I know she tries really hard to be accessible to all her fans via social media, her blog and by email. She's funny and encouraging; just a wonderful person all around.

What is a funny story from college or during your early 20's?

I was in a bar back home in North Carolina with some friends and was on my way to get another drink when this guy stopped me.
"I know who you are," he slurred. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew just about everyone else, so having someone say this wasn't too far of a stretch. This was an older man so I thought maybe he knew my parents or something.

"Okay," I said, fully expecting a long drawn out story about having known me when I was just a little tot.
Instead, he leaned in close and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll keep your secret."

By this point, I could smell the alcohol rolling off him in waves. I just giggled to myself and thought this one has had a tiny bit too much tonight. But the comment about the secret made me curious, so I took the bait. "Um, okay. What secret?" I asked.
"That you're her. That girl that played with that Fox guy. You were his mother."
"Huh?" I had no idea what this guy was talking about. "Who?"
"That actress, Leah something."
"Leah Thompson? The one who played in Back to The Future with Michael J. Fox?"
"Yeah, yeah" he said, nodding his head and smiling like he'd just won the lottery.

I stifled a laugh and told him that I wasn't her but I appreciated the compliment. It didn't work. He insisted I was really Leah Thompson.

After ten minutes, I still couldn't convince him otherwise. So I caved. "Okay, fine," I said. "You're right. I am her. But you can't tell anybody because I don't want the TV reporters ruining my night. I'm trying to get away from all that, ya know? So I'm pretending to be someone else. You won't tell anyone, right?"
He immediately grabbed a napkin and asked me for an autograph. I couldn't very well say no and disappoint him, now could I?

Are any of your characters based off of people in reality?

No, not in this book. But I do have a YA dystopian story I'm tinkering with and the main character and her family are loosely based off of some of my friends from back home.

What are some books you're really into right now?

Oh, wow, there's so many. I absolutely love Shrilugh and The Darkening by Myndi Shafer and The Iron Locket by Samantha Warren was awesome - a unique twist on faeries and King Author. I just finished reading Ella James's Stained - totally recommend that one.

Do you hope your book gets turned into a movie?

I'd love it. But I'd have to insist that Ksenia Solo (Kenzi on Lost Girl) play the part of Haedyn - she just fits that role so well, in my opinion. I'm totally open for suggestions for Lex, Alix, Moira, and Azazel though. Matter of fact, I've got a Pinterest board so people can tell me who they think would fit those characters.


Is there anything you would love to expand more on in your book that you couldn't?
 I've thought about including a short story somewhere along the way about Keres - the first Unnamed. I really liked her character. But this time around, it wasn't necessary to go that deep into the back story.

Was there any scenes that were cut out for any reason?

In the first draft, I actually had a really long prologue about happened to Haedyn when she was young. Even though it told the story of how Haedyn got to where she is in the novel, it didn't really have much to do with the storyline in the present. So I cut the entire thing out, but I couldn't let it go. So I added more to it and made it into a short story, called The Unnamed, Prelude to The Haedyn Chronicles.

What author do you hope to meet one day?

I'd love to meet Stephen King, or Kay Hooper, or Lisa Jackson.

Is there a message in your book you would like readers to grasp?

There's always a choice. No matter what situation or challenge you are faced with, you always have a choice. Just because you came from a difficult background doesn't mean that you are destined to have a difficult life. Or just because your parents are teachers or doctors or lawyers or authors, doesn't mean that's what you were born to be. We all have a say in who we are and who we become. Every decision we make in life leads us to where we are now. You're never truly stuck where you are in life - there's always a choice.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers?

If you truly feel the words moving inside you - let them out. Keep writing. Don't stop just because you feel doubt - we all have doubts.
And that doesn't pertain to just writing, either. If music, drawing, painting, dancing - whatever your passion - if it moves you, then let it. Great things can be accomplished if we just let ourselves take the risk. Never give up the dream.

Do you have a character that is your favorite?

I tried, but I can't pick just one. They're all so interesting, even Azazel has his moments.

Finally, as a extra special treat check out this chapter excerpt from the book


The concrete cell reeked with a mixture of rotten trash, burning flesh, and the sweet tanginess of blood. Haedyn twitched her nose. No matter how often she had to deal with it, she'd never get used to that smell. It was horrible.
            Dirt crunched and rolled under the soles of her boots as she circled the silver chair in the middle of the room. Its occupant was furious, snapping and snarling at her. Not that she blamed him. Being captured by a demon's minion wouldn't rate high on her list of fun, either.
            The prisoner struggled against his restraints. “Bitch. My Alpha’s gonna kill you. Just wait," he growled, pupils wide with the animosity of a trapped animal. "He’ll come here and rip through that white skin of yours like it's a sheet of paper, then hang your head on the wall like a trophy.”
            She rolled her eyes and ignored his aggression. Werewolves had the worst tempers, especially when they were wounded or trapped. This one was both. Plus, he’d been drugged and was unable to change to his more powerful wolf form. Yeah, he was beyond pissed.
            She sighed and continued circling. He'd wear himself out eventually. The anger and vile comments were all part of the process. Then the next phase would begin, full of tears and begging. That's when she'd break him; make him tell her where to find the human. But for now, she'd play the game until he was ready.

“Where's the human?”

"I ain't telling you shit." He spat on the floor at her feet.

"Tell me where the human is and I'll set you free."

The werewolf narrowed his yellow eyes. "You won't set me free. You think I don't know who you are? You're that demon Azazel's little bitch. You don't set no one free. You kill 'em."
            Haedyn clenched her jaw. The werewolf was right; he wasn't going to leave here alive. She needed that information and there was only one way he was going to tell her. Poor sap. He just forced her hand.
            She circled the chair again. This was the part of the job she hated. Inflicting pain. Killing. Every time she heard them scream, made them bleed, she swore a piece of her insides turned to dust.

It was the price she paid for serving a demon. But she didn't have a choice. Either she did what was expected of her or she faced punishment from her master.

Demons didn’t give second chances, and Azazel was no different. Disobeying his orders meant death. And even if she was stupid enough to go up against him, she had no one to turn to for help.

She was the last Unnamed. A mistake created by the demons and angels, which is why they killed off the rest of her kind. Humans mistakenly called her “albino” and kept their distance once they saw her deep red eyes. The supernatural world thought she was an abomination. If they weren't scared shitless of her, then they wanted to kill her.

She didn't fit in and she was all alone. Which is why she made the decision fourteen years ago to do whatever she had to in order to survive. Serving Azazel was the only choice she had.

Besides, what else would she do? She was evil, part demon. And like Azazel said the night he found her at the orphanage, she had a gift for death. One which he had honed. Now, she was his best interrogator, his best assassin. 
            Haedyn looked again at the werewolf. He shifted and squirmed, pulling at his shackles. Drops of blood beaded along his forehead. She smelled the panic and the fear mixed in with his sweat. Then she met his eyes. For a brief moment, a part of her screamed to let him go. She quickly pushed the impulse away.

Discipline. She had to maintain discipline. Compassion was a weakness. How many times had Azazel pounded that into her during their sessions? Fourteen years of intense training and still she had to remind herself.
            She closed her eyes, burying the whispers of empathy deep inside. A stillness settled within her. Then she re-emerged as the cold-hearted, unemotional assassin Azazel had molded her into.

This is what she was trained to be. This is what she was trained to do. Save them. Deliver them. It's what kept her alive, and that’s all that mattered.
            She walked behind the prisoner. He bucked harder against his chains and handcuffs. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “The silver chair and all those silver chains, they're burning you. I can smell your skin roasting. And just as it heals, the silver sears it off again. Must be painful.”

Haedyn paused, watching his shoulders and chest heave. Sweat dripped down his neck and back, mixing with the blood on the floor. He panted. It wouldn’t be long now.

“I can see it, you know, the wolf within you," she continued. "Your beast wants to heal and protect you. It's raging to be released. It rolls under your skin like ripples on a pond and just before it breaks the surface, it crawls away like a scared, little puppy. You know the drug I gave you is still swirling in your system, keeping you from turning. Yet you keep trying to shift. Why do you torture your beast so?"
            The prisoner’s growl grew louder and he yanked again at his restraints.
            "Tell me where to find the human. Tell me, and I’ll end your suffering.”
            The werewolf stopped and leaned back in the chair. He took a ragged breath, “I’m dead whether I tell you or not. ”
            Haedyn straightened and looked down at the back of her prisoner’s head. So fierce and honorable. His pack leader, the Alpha Wolf, would be proud.

She ran her gloved hands through his short, brown hair. Then grabbed a handful and yanked his head back. Through her darkened glasses, she could see the anger and disgust in his eyes. He hated her, but soon she would be his savior. Like she was to all those who came before him. She delivered them, away from evil, just like they were meant to be.

She flipped a silver dagger out from its sheath around her waist and let the yellow glow from the dingy, fluorescent lights glare upon the blade. She pressed the tip along her prisoner’s right cheek, puncturing the skin just enough to draw blood, and slowly drew it down the length of his face.

It wasn’t the actual cut that caused pain, not for a werewolf. They have a relatively high tolerance. It was the slicing with silver that caused the burn of agony.

Haedyn moved the blade down his body splitting the skin in different areas as she went. With each mark she made, the victim flinched and clenched his jaw. Then she stabbed the dagger straight through the bones in his wrist, pinning his arm to the chair and bringing a loud growl from his throat. She plunged more daggers into him, one in his other wrist and one in each foot. The silver seared the skin where it punctured and began eating away at his bones like acid. Ignoring the werewolf’s tormented howls, she took a silver rod and slammed it through his kneecap. His screams reverberated off the walls of the small chamber.

She stood before him and stared. His veins darkened with the poison of silver seeping through his body. He cried and begged for death. It was almost over.

“Tell me,” she said.

He sobbed and hung his head.

“Tell me,” she demanded. “I’ll take them out and put them all back in again, unless you tell me.”

“No! No, please.”

“Tell me. And I’ll end your suffering.”

            The werewolf took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Medford. The last place we tracked him to was Medford, Mass. It's... It's right outside Boston.”

Haedyn looked at the surveillance camera in the upper corner of the cell and nodded. Her job was almost done. Save them. Deliver them.

The prisoner raised his head and look at her. “Kill me," he said. "Please."

It was time, he was ready. She had broken him and now she’d free him.

A tear dripped slowly from the corner of his yellow eyes. Her own eyes burned. She pulled out her .44 magnum, and shot him in the head.