1) Would you walk into a room full of zombies and ask "what’s up?"
Absolutely not. It was only till recently that I could even watch a zombie flick. The only thing scarier than zombies are zombies that can run.
Really? A suspense/horror writer afraid of zombies? What a revelation!
2) What is the scariest situation you’ve ever been in?
In my very first apartment, a roommate and I had a party and someone brought a Ouija board. With all the lights out, and only a candle lit, one friend pretended to get possessed. Looking back, running out of the apartment was probably an overreaction, but at the time, it was scary.
Yes, Ouija boards can be scary especially when they start moving by themselves.
3) What are you most afraid of?
Dying. And zombies. Dying by zombies.
Uh Nina, you know I write zombie horror, don't you? Muaaaahhhh!
4) Pick one…trick or treat and explain.
Treat! Um, chocolate. Need I say more?
Nothing more for me...chocolate in any form pretty much says it all!
5) What is the worst Halloween prank you’ve ever pulled?
I'm so lame. I don't really pull pranks. For a few years we'd sit out a pair of jeans, flannel shirt, and sneakers stuffed with newspaper to make it look like a headless dude was sitting outside of our house. Another year, I played spooky music outside the window next to the front door, which scared the heck out of a trick-or-treating toddler. I feel bad about that. Kinda.
Nina, please tell us about your novel.
Guided by prophecies predicting the end of the world, the mysterious Dr. Tesla - who leads an alliance of supernatural beings - helps Jack and Violet come to terms with this secret world, control the growing powers within them, and face an unspeakable evil determined to possess their very souls.
Rebirth is the first in a series that follows Violet Ross; sarcastic, smart, rebellious and Jack Morrow; sensitive, brave and loyal, as they unlock the mysteries behind magic as old as time, team up with a centuries-old vampire, and expose the corruption within the inner sanctum of a secret alliance - all while trying to graduate from high school.The Special Edition includes a bonus chapter, new chapter titles, a new cover, and an excerpt from The Twin Prophecies: Origins.
Cool new cover. Love the colors. I can't wait to pick up a copy.
Where can my readers grab a copy of this novel?
The Twin Prophecies: Rebirth – Special Edition is available at Amazon.com for the Kindle and in paperback.
Tell us a little bit more about you.
Nina Perez is the author of The Twin Prophecies: Rebirth, the first in a YA fantasy series. The second, The Twin Prophecies: Origins will be released in the spring of 2012. She enjoys spending time with her husband Donny and their two children, Kali and Jack, in their suburban Atlanta home. When she’s not writing she’s watching massive amounts of Doctor Who, and wishing she had her very own TARDIS.
Yeah, I wish I had my own TARDIS too.
Can you share an excerpt of The Twin Prophecies: Rebirth?
The two bridges that crossed the Preston River, connecting Little City to South Rosemont, were the Sagaw and the Newton. The Newton went from the warehouse district of Little City into the west side of South Rosemont and the Sagaw started at the tip of the shopping district and deposited commuters on the east side. Residents joked that from the sky you could tell the annual income of each side of South Rosemont simply by the make and model of the cars going across either bridge - the east side residents tending to be a bit more of the working-stiff variety.
Either way, it wasn’t something spoken about too often or too loudly. Rosemont residents liked to think that no matter their socioeconomic divisions, they were still better off than people living in a city like Philadelphia or New York. They considered Rosemont one of the best truly all-American small towns on the east coast.
Like all small towns, Rosemont had its traditions and stories, passed down from generation to the next, losing a bit of detail and truth along the way. There were incidents the town would never forget, like the time a fire claimed the lives of ten nuns in a Catholic church in southwest Rosemont. That story was told so many times in so many ways, that by the latest retelling, the nuns’ screams could be heard for miles before the fire trucks arrived. In truth, the nuns had been long dead – suffocated on the smoke - before anyone knew to call for help.
For many years people would talk about what happened on Maclean Road one evening in early September. They’d talk about the bizarreness of the accident and the sadness of it all. And, one day, they’d talk about how that was the start of everything.
Diane Morrow and Marianne Ross thought nothing of it when their husbands each took the wrong bridge home. It would have made more sense for the Morrows to have taken the Sagaw, and the Rosses the Newton, considering where they lived, but the women were so content from a wonderful night of good food and conversation that they welcomed the extra time the scenic routes provided.
Diane rested her hand on Nick’s thigh as he drove, looking out the window and smiling to herself. The Preston River was calm to their right and the nearly naked trees of the woods swayed to their left. Dinner with the Loebs had gone well. Joseph Loeb was building a community of condos outside of Philadelphia and Nick wanted in on the contract. He could use the work, and they could use the money. Nick hummed as he drove, and Diane knew he thought the dinner had been a success as well.
Heading westward, the Rosses were also feeling good about life. They had no financial worries – their issue was time. After all these years, Marianne’s hours at the hospital still caused problems. The couple could go days without seeing each other and family meals were often Brad and Violet eating alone at the island in the kitchen, for it seemed a waste to set the table for only two. Date Night provided them with the opportunity to reconnect, recharge, and rekindle.
Marianne leaned forward, looking past Brad to get a better view of the river. In the moonlight, the water looked as endless as the sky and shimmered like onyx. It reminded her of the evening they’d had an anniversary dinner there; a nighttime picnic under the stars. It would be the last happy thought she’d ever have.
She opened her mouth to recall the memory aloud when Brad jerked the steering wheel of their mid-size SUV sharply to the left, into the other lane of traffic. Where it had seemed just a moment before that they were the only ones on the road for a mile in either direction, Marianne was now staring in horror at two headlights, coming at them fast.
In the other car, Diane screamed for Nick to look out, and briefly thought they were going to avoid the accident. Nick stared straight ahead, but instead of swerving or applying the brakes, he pressed down hard on the accelerator and pointed the nose of their sedan directly at the SUV.
He never stopped humming.
Metal met metal. The engine of the late-model sedan entered the front of the car, shredding Nick Morrow’s lower half and killing him instantly. The Ross’ SUV rose up from the rear, threatening to flip the whole vehicle upside down, atop the sedan. Instead, as the sedan spun violently towards the river, the momentum caused the SUV to spin too, and land on its side. Brad Ross died instantly as well; his neck broken.
When it was over, Marianne Ross lay pinned inside her car listening to the hiss of steam, the leaking of fluids and her own struggle to breathe as her lungs filled with blood. She’d been a nurse long enough to know what was happening to her.
A few feet away in the mangled sedan, stopped dangerously close to going into the river by a guardrail, Diane Morrow was also dying. She thought about only one thing: Jack. She knew he’d be taken care of, but it wouldn’t be the same. A child needs a mother.
As Marianne felt herself fading away, there was great sadness that she wouldn’t see Violet graduate high school, get married and have children of her own. A girl would need her mother for such things.
As both women let go of the last threads of life, they prayed their children would have a mother to care for them, somehow. And though they had never met, their last thoughts were of each other.
Wow powerful stuff!
If my readers wanted to stalk you how would they find you?
If you’re an adult, you can follow her on Twitter (@AuthorNinaPerez). If you’re a fan of The Twin Prophecies, follow her at @TwinProphecies. You can also find her on Facebook or by email: nina@blogitoutb.com
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Nina Perez, thank you for stopping by the Murphey Saga. To all my readers, help support this author by following her blog, twitter, and facebook, but most of all BUY THE NOVEL!
As always...
Keep writing and loving the Lord.
I didn't know Nina was scared of zombies!! {{me too}} I cannot wait to continue reading The Twin Prophecies series! I couldn't put down the first book
ReplyDeleteI read Nina's first book, The Twin Prophecies: Rebirth and could not put it down. I'm patiently waiting for the second book.
ReplyDeleteDenise
So am I, Denise.
ReplyDeleteThat crash scene in the novel is riveting. I can't wait to see what happens to Jack and Violet in the next one!
ReplyDeleteI'm drawn in by the characters, first and foremost. It's a good, engaging plot and an interesting concept. I'm in. Looking forward to book two.
ReplyDeleteBook two is going to be hot fire.
ReplyDeleteBetter yet, book two is going to be a chocolate zombie.
LOTNorm,
ReplyDeleteROFLMAO! Nina will love that comment, but you'll have her afraid of chocolate too.