Welcome, Amy! It's great to have you here and I look forward to hearing about your new release, Hidden. The name evokes mystery and perhaps a touch of the unknown.
Amy's Bio:
Amy McKinley is a freelance writer and author. She lives in
Illinois with her husband, their four talented teenagers, and three mischievous
cats. Hidden is her first novel in the Five Fates Series with Taken, the
second, due to release in the spring of 2016. She is excited to finish the
series and begin the next that’s already demanding attention.
Thank you Linda LaRoque for having me here today. I’m
excited to share a peek into a few of my family’s favorite holidays and
traditions with her readers and friends.
Out of the many holidays throughout the year, Halloween,
Thanksgiving, and Christmas are the biggest for my family. Among the three,
each of us has a favorite. With a house full of four growing teens, times are
changing. Not quite empty nesters yet, we do see less chaotic times looming
ahead with one already in college. This years Halloween was different than past
ones.
My oldest teen loves Halloween with all the spooky
decorations and costumes. She turns the holiday into a month of festivity. She
rallies her siblings and Dad into decorating the house with the scariest design
possible, which always includes, shudder, spiders. (She is my go to girl when
there is a spider in the house and is on the “no kill” capture and release team.
Our house is evenly split down the middle where spiders are concerned.)
Not only do they decorate outside, but inside as well.
Cupcakes were made with her youngest sister—our resident baker—truly evil creations,
as they were chocolate with buttercream frosting. Seriously, why!
Thanksgiving centers around family, giving thanks, and…yep,
food. Now, who doesn’t love a holiday like that? I do, I do! But, I have a
slight problem.
I HAVE A PARTICULAR SET OF SKILLS
AND IT'S NOT COOKING!
Fortunately, my husband cooks a fabulous turkey. My job:
mashed potatoes. I even get help with peeling the potatoes since my skills do
not measure up to the superior ones of the teens in my family. I welcome their
aid as the job is done in record time.
We always have turkey, salmon, and mashed potatoes. There
are several other staples that are at the table, but those are the main ones. And
for desert: French Silk Pie. It’s expertly made by teen three, our resident
baker. It is the most incredible pie ever eaten. What’s at your table?
My absolutely favorite holiday of the three is Christmas.
Let the shopping begin! Which is so funny because I’m not a shopper. I leave
that to teen two and three. They can shop. Teen three really should be the star
in the movie Shopaholic; I see the resemblance quite clearly.
Family traditions are wonderful, something that form special
memories for everyone. We have a few around Christmas that we do every year
that begin with a plate kit on Christmas Eve. Once the kids draw their design
for the New Year, complete with their names and the year, they are sent out and
used as the weekend waffle or pancake plates. When they are all grown it’ll be
fun to see what they chose to draw each year and how their artistry progressed.
Our pets are also included in Christmas and they are always
very excited. They know they have presents coming and have been searching and
actively participating in wrapping. Their main goals are to become the wrapped
gift by lying on the paper, run off with the string, and locate their gifts by
riffling through the bags. So they know which gifts are theirs on Christmas
morning (we don’t put theirs out until that morning) we put a little bit of
catnip in the wrapped present so they can find them. It’s super cute.
On Christmas morning we wake to a proof of reindeer
visitation. Hoof marks litter the deck, lured by the reindeer food the kids
scattered the night before. Several bells (four to be exact) are miraculously
left behind from the sleigh. Inside, Santa enjoyed the cookies and milk left
out and has left presents, which are opened, along with stockings before
breakfast. After breakfast, the rest of the presents are opened and family and
friends arrive for more of the same.
I polled my family and asked them what their favorite
holiday was of the three and this was the result:
Husband: Christmas
Me: Christmas
Teen 1: Halloween
Teen 2: Thanksgiving
Teen 3: Christmas
Teen 4: Christmas
Excerpt:
Jade
froze, her paintbrush hanging mid-air above her palette. The light streaming in
diagonally through the bay window cast an eerie, surreal frame over the room.
Whispers
seduced and coerced.
She
scanned the painting. Buildings cast long, ominous shadows, stalking the
pedestrians as they made their way to and fro, huddled against the misery of
the evening. A man lay sprawled, his lifeblood staining the sidewalk crimson.
Half in a deserted alley, he was yet to be discovered. This was the detail Jade
concentrated on. She blended a burnt red and used careful brush strokes to
complete the scene as the portrait fell prey to the darkness that burned inside
her.
Without
meaning to, her gaze was once again drawn to the slain man. She reached up and
touched the blood seeping from his body, her fingers coming away wet. Bringing
her hand to her nose she closed her eyes and inhaled.
Instead
of the cloying scent of her oils, she inhaled the coppery twang of blood.
Stunned,
her mouth parted on a silent scream. No!
Darkness bubbled to the surface, invading her senses with a roar. Unable to
fight the invasion, her heart beat an increasing crescendo. Part of her didn’t
want to struggle, not with the temptation of death on her hand.
Deep
inside, a macabre shadow stretched. Hungry for more, its long arms clawed for
purchase with each breath. Changing her, as part of her argued for the better.
The other part—the one that gloried in her fire-kissed hair and shimmering
eyes—cried against this crime and screamed for redemption.
She
crouched to welcome the demonic strength as the parasitic monster grew inside
her. Evolving into a fierce predator, she was able to taste, weigh, and measure
the souls who sifted through her fingers.
Still,
she fought for space in her own body. For control.
But
with the scent of blood, of death, of prey teasing the monster—she was losing
fast. It’s happening. Unshed tears burned her eyes. Finally. The curse
of the three Fates had begun. With her.
Slowly
Jade stood, bit down on her lip and welcomed the pain. The distraction would
help fight the transformation. Dipping the brush into the Caribbean blue, she
swirled then began to paint a shimmering cove. The vision soothed the beast
that lurked just beneath, but it was temporary, and Jade knew its evil would
soon mutiny. The Fates’ curse would change her over time, unleashing an
unstoppable power within her to annihilate the gods who created her and anyone
who got in her path.
Including
her family.
Succumbing
to a surge of menace, Jade dropped the blue-tipped brush as her back snapped
straight and her mouth opened on a silent scream as she lost control. Every
cell stretched to accommodate the new presence. Shivering from the effects of
her altered state, she briefly shut her eyes, adjusting. When she opened them,
her painting was before her, and she viewed the scene anew. Cocking her head,
she closely observed a woman who tightly clutched her rain slicker about her
body.
This
one will not make it home tonight.
Thank you so much for hosting me today, Linda! I'm happy to answer any questions and hope everyone enjoys the book.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read your book! When did you begin writing?
ReplyDeleteHi and thanks! I hope you enjoy it :) To tell you the truth, I have no idea when I truly began. I've always enjoyed it and couldn't get enough in High School and college. I loved any class that had a paper assigned. Sick really ;) About five years ago, I think, is when I really began writing fiction with the intention of trying to publish. Hidden is my first completed novel.
DeleteCongrats to Amy. Sounds like a winner. That's great that the entire family has a part in the cooking. We just all love being together on the holidays though I do 90% of the cooking. I get lots of help with cleanup.
ReplyDeleteSusan Says
Thanks, Susan! Wish I had the skills and enjoyment with cooking that it sounds like you do. It's a wonderful thing to pass down to your kids and something to do together as well. I'm sure you family really appreciates all you do!
DeleteThank you for having me on your blog, Linda!
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