Wayward Soul blurb:
When Zanna Seoul accidentally causes the death of a fellow spirit guide’s charge while trying to save the life of the man she loves, she is stripped of her position and banished to Earth to die. In the spirit world, one doesn’t mess with what’s written. With Zanna no longer guiding him and his memory of her erased, Owen Nash is left wide open as the target of the vengeful spirit guide who feels he’s been wronged. A guide who also happens to be a werewolf. Once on Earth, Zanna refuses to stand by and watch Owen die, so she intervenes again, setting off a chain of events that could mean death for all of them if she doesn’t go back and undo the mess she’s made. Can Zanna succeed before the werewolf does?
Thank you so much for having me. I thought it would be fun to share some tidbits of information about Wayward Soul with you. For instance, I wanted a weapon to use against the werewolf, but I didn’t want to use the cliché silver bullet or anything else that was stereotypical. I did a lot research and discovered that fires extinguishers contain Aluminum Sulfate – liquid silver. I had my weapon. Most people have in their homes and it wouldn’t be even close to something you would think of using as a weapon against a supernatural being!
The villain, Jakub Logan, was slated to be the hero. He was going to save Zanna from herself. I never intended for Owen to play much more than a secondary role. Owen was just supposed to create a conflict for my hero and heroine to have to work through. But Jakub had other ideas. He took on a life of his own and ended up being truly evil. And Owen wasn’t content to just sit on the sidelines.
Something interesting about me is that I always read the end of a book first. I start with the last page, then the last chapter, and then I go back to the beginning.
I knew I wanted to write a paranormal romance, but I wanted it to be original and unique to me. I’m a huge Sylvia Browne fan and she has a very special relationship with her spirit guide, so I thought why not use a spirit guide as the basis for my story. I added my own twist and Zanna did the rest.
Excerpt from Chapter Two
Zanna awoke gasping for air. At first, she thought it was the impact of her spirit body returning to her physical body. The force of the two slamming back together after astral travel was uncomfortable. She expected the heavy pressure on her chest, the elevated heart rate, and the momentary paralysis reentry caused, but she’d never been breathless.
Fear took over when the weight increased, crushing her ribcage. Zanna’s hands flew to her throat where they encountered fingers wrapped around her neck, squeezing the life out of her.
She blinked many times before her burning pupils adjusted to the bright overhead lights. The swirling white beacons made her eyes water, blurring her vision. Tears streamed down her face and her empty lungs screamed.
Panicked, she placed her feet on the floor and bucked. She clawed at the hands around her neck desperate to loosen their grip. The vice-like hold only intensified, continuing to push down until she was sure her neck would break. Biting pain stung her smashed windpipe and deflated lungs.
“Cease,” a male voice ordered. The authoritative sound resonated all around the space.
Her attacker’s lethal hands fell away. Her compressed arteries opened, sending blood coursing through her veins so fast her head spun. She took a deep breath. The air stuck in her crushed throat made her gag and cough. She rolled into a ball, clutching her chest. Several agonizing moments passed before her aching lungs filled with oxygen.
As her physical pain subsided, the dam in her mind broke, flooding her senses with the sound of gunfire, the smell of burning gunpowder, and the sight of blood spraying. Her heart cried out in grief as the horrible memories assaulted her mind. The man she loved was dead
Excerpt from Chapter Seven
They walked cautiously back to the driver’s door. She slid in first and scooted over to the passenger seat, her eyes darting around to make sure the lycan wasn’t waiting to jump out at her. Dread and trepidation made her heart race and her whole body shudder. There was no way Jakub had given up so easily. And if he had been badly injured when the car struck him, he would have still been on the pavement. The sooner she shut the door the better.
She reached out to pull the door closed and saw a flash of brown. It happened so fast she didn’t have a chance to react. The werewolf sunk its teeth into her arm.
“Owen!” She kicked out at Jakub and tried to pull free, to go back out the driver’s door.
“Let go of her.” Owen grabbed her with one arm, trying to pull her away from the vicious beast, while he rammed his fist repeatedly into the nose and jaw of the lycan.
It was no use. The werewolf sunk its razor sharp teeth in to the bone, pinching a nerve, causing her whole body to convulse and spasm. Her arm felt like someone took a knife and cut it open from her shoulder to her wrist then poured rubbing alcohol in the wound. Stars exploded in front of her eyes. She knew she was screaming, but she could only feel uncomfortable tingling in her ears.
Someone behind her tried to jerk her free of the lycan’s hold. Owen? There was a popping noise and then the smell of burning sulfur. The werewolf yelped, but continued to shake and tug on her arm, pulling it away from her body, nearly jerking it out of the socket.
If the lycan hadn’t dragged her knife out the window she would have used it to cut off her arm to stop the torturous pain. She no longer had control over her convulsing body and just as her mind went blank, she had the fleeting thought; this must be what death feels like.
Kim Bowman lives in Indiana, where she was born and raised. For the past eleven years, she has been married to her best friend, Tony. She has four wonderful, awesome children. Three she was lucky enough to inherit from her husband and one she was given by the grace of God. They live on a small farm with two of their four kids, five horses, and two dogs. Kim works as an editor for Evernight Publishing and indulges in her passion of writing when she can.
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