Title: Buried
Author: Gerilyn Marin
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Genre: YA Urban
Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Release Date: March 18,
2013
Bio:
Gerilyn Marin is a self-proclaimed gothic tree-hugger, currently
residing in the same small town where she grew up with her husband & 4
children. She is fascinated by paranormal phenomena & ancient cultures, and
has received several awards and nominations for her writing. When not tapping
away at the keyboard, or being yelled for by small people, Gerilyn spends time
shying away from the sun, staring dreamily at pictures of supposedly haunted
houses and deciding what color she'll next use to torture her hair.
Do you write in more than one genre?
Not at the moment, generally, if it's not
paranormal, I get bored, but I may branch out into Sci Fi with some stories in
the future.
What if any, is the hardest part of
writing for you?
Action sequences. I'm always
concerned with whether or not I'll portray them well. I'm afraid I'll describe
a maneuver awkwardly, or that I'll give too much description and end up drawing
out the individual actions and make the overall scene boring
What inspired the story?
The plot itself came from a dream I'd had
about (without giving spoilers) this little town with a forgotten history that
was tied into strange occurrences that plague the town for as long as the
residents can remember. I had also wanted to write a YA story, though it was
not originally the age-range I'd thought I'd start out writing for, as my
previous works (many of which I'm planning to submit for publishing in the
future) all have content that is very dark, or very mature, or both.
Blurb:
Cadence McKenna knows her town is, well, odd. And yet, residents are
accustomed to the near-daily supernatural happenings. When Gray Addison moves
to Fane's Cove and stays, she is shocked to find that she's the only one who
believes there must be something strange about him. With her life-long - if
minor - psychic sensitivity, she knows that what she feels isn't simple
paranoia. After all, how many normal guys pay no mind to poltergeist activity
occurring right in front of them? Cadence
can't dismiss her feelings until she understands why he's in Fane's Cove. Even
if it means sticking her neck out by getting close to him... and learning more
about her town's history than anyone would ever want to know.
EXCERPT:
A footfall sounds on the stair beside us and I jump back with a gasp; I
catch myself barely an inch from banging the back of my head on the banister.
We look up to find there's no body to accompany the noise.
Grey shifts away from it, so that he's blocking me from the unseen entity.
The heavy step gets a little softer as it continues downward to the next step.
I feel my skin prickle over
with goose bumps as the distinct squeak of a person turning on their heel
echoes through the stairwell and the sound continues descending the next
flight.
I close the book and squeeze myself out from my place between Grey and
the bannister to tiptoe down the stairs after the thing.
"Cae!"
My shoulders bunch at the harsh whisper behind me and I turn to look up
at him, bounding as silently as he can, to catch up to me.
"What?" I whisper back and return to following the steps;
which I can barely hear now, thanks to Mr. Walking Distraction.
"What are you doing? It could be dangerous!"
I say softly over my shoulder, "I just want to know where it's
going."
The stairs lead to a back
corridor of the basement that runs between the cafeteria and the gym, and then
wind down one more flight to a subbasement. I worry for a moment that we've lost
the sound to the hallway—it's not noisy here, but that's only because the
stairwell door is closed—but then I hear a footstep below us.
I peer around the corner,
trying to confirm that it's going to the subbasement.
Grey leans over beside me in
his own attempt to get a look. "What's that, a boiler room?"
I can't help wondering if it's strange that I'm already used to having
his voice in my ear.
"No," I whisper back, shaking my head and looking up at him,
"boiler room's on the other side of the building. As far as I know, this
one's just storage."
His eyes, still on the door below us, go wide, and instantly, his arm is
around my waist, as he tries to pull me back around the corner of the
stairwell.
My curiosity kicks into overdrive and I clamp my free hand on the banister
as I look.
A dark shape hovers at the foot of the stairs. It's vague, but I think
this was, definitely, once a person.
I hold my breath without intending to, as I fight with myself; half of
me wants to let go and allow Grey to hide me from whatever that is; the other
half wants to creep forward, to see how close I can get before the specter
fades from view. It shifts slowly, like it's turning, and the shadowy
silhouette looks oddly substantial, as though I can make out the thick curve of
a shoulder.
Like I'm watching a flesh-and-blood person turn and look up at me.
Where can we find your website?
As of this date (7/15), the eBook of Buried will be
on sale for $0.99 until July 21st.
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