Friday, March 14, 2014

{Guest Post} Dead Awakenings by Rebekah R. Ganiere

Hi, Thanks for having me today on your blog. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Rebekah R. Ganiere, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy and Fantasy Romance writer.

Those genres might all sound the same, and there is a lot of cross over in them, but they aren't completely the same. The Romance genre in general has a few rules that must be stuck to in order to be considered a romance, where as, Urban Fantasy does not.

I write in all three, but the main themes in my writing are Shifters, Vampires, Werewolves, Zombies, Demons, Angels and several other mythical creatures. I write in this genre and these species because I've been fascinated by them since I was young.

I grew up loving Dracula, Jekyll and Hyde, Frankenstein, Lost Boys, Stephen King, John Saul, Dean Koontz and so many other paranormal items. My first completed novel was my new release Dead Awakenings. I wanted to create a new breed of zombies that were both lucid, super powered, and not totally falling apart.

I've found that as a paranormal writer you have to work very hard to try and keep what you're writing, fresh and new. Right now on Amazon if you type in just the word Vampire there are 138,000 different items. Of which 65,000 are an e-book or paperback. That's a lot of books on the subject. Or involving vampires.

Vampires alone have evolved so much over the years. From the monster that Dracula was to the shimmery, sweet, vegetarians of today. So have werewolves, zombies, ghosts, demons, angels, aliens, everything involved in the paranormal genre. I'll be the first to admit that most of my vampires, werewolves, zombies, demons and such are not the monsters they used to be. They are the sexy, heroic Alpha Males and Females that everyone wants to see they aren't all bad. They're humanized to an extent. This isn't a bad thing, just different than how they started out.

No one wants to believe that creatures that were once human are turned into terrible monsters and none of their humanity is left. My demons, want to be good. My vampires don’t want to kill people when they feed from them. My werewolves don’t want to turn into monsters that rip people apart. My heroes are Alpha Males with tortured pasts and they want to be better. My heroines may start out as fragile or frightened but they turn into kick ass warriors by the end. I love writing that. People who overcome their problems to become better. And when they find the love of their lives, they become complete. That's why I choose to write in the genres I do. I find writing Paranormal Romance to be a fun escape from reality. Not that I want to get away from my life, I love my life! I am truly blessed with an amazing husband who lets me stay home to home school my four wonderful children. But writing Paranormal for me is a fun way for me to take this life and twist it with a bit of magic. Could I write it all in contemporary without the magic or paranormal? Sure! But there's no fun in that to me. Some people are amazing writing that, me, not so much, because it's not what I love.

So what's next from me? Well, more Romance and more Paranormal! My Fairelle Series of a Fantasy Romance series of Fairy Tale Retellings and the first, Red the Were Hunter will be out in April of 2014. Snow the Vampire Slayer will be out the summer of 2014, followed by a novella in November for Christmas and then Zelle and the Tower in January 2015.

I'm also working on a New Adult Shifter series called Shifter Rising. The first of those should be out this year as well, so stay tuned.

Thanks so much for having me today! I've truly enjoyed talking about my writing in the genre I love. I hope that you all get the opportunity to find what you love and go for it. My favorite quote is: "It's Never too late to be, what you might have been." George Eliot.

Dead Awakenings
Rebekah R. Ganiere
Genre: Urban Fantasy Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Etopia Press
Date of Publication: 1/3/2014
ISBN: 978-1-940223-74-2
Number of pages: 269
Word Count: 96K

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Book Description:

Evaine, a struggling New York theater student, enters an unsanctioned drug trial in an effort to pay bills. She awakens in a derelict hospital, chained to a bed with no memory of who she is, or how she got there. A band of pale skinned men, led by the gorgeous Luca, burst in, whisking her away to safety.

Once at Haven House, Evaine is introduced to The Family. Like them, she has become A Deader, a reanimated Undead.

Luca is hell-bent on stopping the experimentations, and killing those responsible. He has no time for a Newborn who is struggling to control her rages, hunger, and powers. Nor does he have the desire to deal with the feelings she's awakening within him.

Despite their best efforts, Evaine and Luca find their connection intensifying when suddenly, she remembers not only who she is, but also her fiancé, Tristan; who is still looking for her.

Torn between her first love and her new heart’s desire, Evaine runs back to Tristan putting everyone in danger. When a rogue faction of Deaders, called Feeders, attempts to kidnap her, Luca suspects Evaine is the key to the experiments.

Can everyone band together to keep Evaine off the cutting table of those she escaped from? Or will second death tear her away from everyone, for good?

Excerpt: Chapter One

Warm, thick air filled Evaine’s lungs; it was going to rain. She gazed up at the clouds rolling in. They blanketed the sky like waves of dirty cotton. Stormy weather, her favorite, but she didn’t want to get caught in the rain today. The laundromat was a luxury she could not afford right now.
Picking up her pace she headed toward the office of Mac, her fine arts adviser. The wind picked up as she crossed the quad, and the first droplet of water hit her cheek. She pulled down the long sleeves of her worn-out shirt. The thin hoodie was about as good at keeping out the chill as paper would be keeping out a charging bull.
Evaine’s mind began to drift as she fought through students rushing to get out of the drizzle. Without permission, her brain turned to her overdue bills. Trying to live on meager grants and student loans was harder than she would have thought, considering how she’d grown up. Her rent had been due a week ago, and she wondered why her pitbull of a landlord hadn’t been banging down her door like the last million times her rent had been twenty minutes late. Not that the very small studio—hole—was worth what she paid. Maybe she would be better living on the street. She needed to come up with some cash, fast.
The voice of her mother, Phyllis, chimed in. Life would be easier if you’d let Tristan help out.
Sigh…Tristan. She absently rubbed her finger where the huge diamond ring he had gotten her rarely sat. She refused to wear it for the sheer size, not to mention that she didn’t want to let anyone know she was engaged at the age of twenty. Some people would think she was marrying Tristan Atwater for his money. Her mother had tried to teach her for years how to use her body to catch a man of means. But Evaine couldn’t stand for anyone to find out she shared even one shred of DNA with the woman who had birthed her. Phyllis had used every man she’d ever known. No way was Evaine going to take a penny of Tristan’s money to pay for anything until they married; and she didn’t think she would ever get used to it, really. She’d always prided herself for being able to stand on her own.
She refused to rush into marriage. Not in her second year of college, not even to a guy as wonderful as Tristan. The only man she’d ever loved; the only good thing to ever happen to her. He was her security blanket. The only person she had ever relied on and trusted. But she’d never let his money be her security. Between his trust fund and the money he made at his job he could more than pay for five penthouse apartments on Park Avenue. She may have been a foster system reject brought up in a trailer park, but that didn’t mean she had to act like one.
Couldn’t hurt to ask for a few dollars. Phyllis’s voice was again in her head.
“Hey, Evaine!”
The wind whipped her hair into her face as she lifted her head. “Hey, Jeff.”
“Where you off to?” He fell into step beside her.
“I need to see Mac.” She continued toward Mac’s office building.
Jeff was a sweet guy, not bad looking either, in a sort of geeky way. He had kind eyes and shaggy, curly surfer blond hair. His tall, lean frame had a nice build. For the second time since getting engaged she was reminded that she’d never even dated another man beside Tristan.
Last year when they'd done a rendition of Taming of the Shrew together, Jeff had been especially nice to her. He’d asked her out a couple of times. Every time she’d made up excuses about schoolwork or her job—anything. She hadn’t been sure what to say. No one knew about Tristan, and she wanted to keep it that way. She wasn’t ashamed of Tristan, by any means. She just didn’t like all the attention that came from dating him.
Most girls would brag about a rich VP of marketing boyfriend and a gigantic, five-carat diamond ring. But she was still wondering what Tristan had been thinking when he’d bought that lighthouse beacon for her to wear on her hand.

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Bookmarks, Zombie Necklace, Book, Possibly Character Cards and Halloween Bottle Labels.

About the Author:

Rebekah grew up on both the east and west coasts and currently lives in the Los Angeles area. From the Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein to The Stand by Stephen King, Rebekah immersed herself in other people's made up worlds. She began writing in junior high and then found she liked pretending to be other people's characters in high school. Lettering in drama she went on to study theater in college as well. After college she continued acting till becoming a mom. Ultimately, she ended up going back to writing her characters down instead of acting them out, so she could stay at home with her kids.

Rebekah is a member of Romance Writers of America and is a board member of both the Fantasy, Futuristic, & Paranormal and her local Los Angeles chapters. When she isn't spending time telling the lives of the characters constantly chattering inside her head, you can find her with her husband and four children; reading comic books, gaming, at the movies or taking care of the menagerie of pets. A dog, a rabbit, two bearded dragons, and three tortoises. Wonder woman, the escaped snake, has yet to be located.

Twitter: @VampWereZombie


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1 comment:

  1. I love your point about how paranormal creatures have evolved. I'm glad they have because it's all so exciting.


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