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Friday, 12 September 2014

BLOG TOUR! What Gifts She Carried by Lindsey R Loucks + Interview

What Gifts She Carried (The Grave Winner #2)
Behind 270 Pages
Released: 15 August 2014
Genre: Horror, Paranormal
Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
Buy Me: Amazon  |  Fishpond
At the Other End:
Leigh Baxton just wants to pick up the pieces of her life—if you could call it that—but someone keeps resurrecting the dead. These new zombies have a knack for spilling Leigh’s precious blood, something she was warned about by a certain pair of undead sorceresses.

Desperate to find out why they’re here so Leigh can put the nightmares behind her, she must learn more about the gifts she carries. With Tram’s training sessions and clues from her mom’s past, Leigh begins to piece together what she’s capable of.

Too bad there isn’t a Cliff’s Notes version to saving the world.


The zombies have teamed up with followers of the darkest sorceress who ever lived, and they’ll play a wicked game until she’s freed from her prison inside the earth. When the battle to the death begins, Leigh must rely on friends, crushes, and even her enemies to win the war, but not the grave.



Jo slammed the door behind me, which made me jump a little, then waved. They backed out and rode off, leaving me all alone. Well, almost all alone.
I watched them go for a second, but the shadow above lanced the top of my head like only an angry dad’s stare could.
The puddles in the cracked pavement rippled with the moon’s reflection, and I hopped over them on my way up the iron staircase. Time to face the music, or in this case really loud shouting. Every step upward vibrated doom, doom, doom. I gave it the middle finger for the friendly reminder and rounded the corner.
As soon as I reached the top step, the shadow unplugged the pen light from his mouth and shined it in my face. I turned my head away from the spots dotting my vision and took my final steps toward him. The green paint on the walls and doors had peeled and crumbled to the walkway like little piles of broken dragon scales. My boots crunched over them. Welcome to Krapper’s finest and friendliest Crumbly Motel.
“Why didn’t you call?” Dad asked in a low voice. He sounded as tired as I felt. And way pissed.
“I’m sorry.” I blocked the light with my hand and tried to look him in the face. “I lost track of time.”
“Were you really working on a school project?”
The truth was loony-bin crazy, and I’d already lied before. Might as well play it up. “Yes, I was. And we finished the pirate project. The pirates have sailed on to loot and pillage their hearts out. I’m really sorry I’m late, Dad.”
He stood, his book tucked under his elbow, the pen light still aimed at my eyes. “Do you have any idea—”
A loud thud came from inside the motel room. Both our heads whipped towards the door.
My heartbeat skipped. Too many bizarre things had happened. Too many weird sounds would haunt me forever, and this one didn’t feel right at all. I lunged for the doorknob, but it was locked.
“Darby?” I shouted and pounded on the door.
“Leigh, quiet down. I’ve got the key.” Dad pulled the card from his pocket and stuck it in the slot. When the light flashed green, I tore through the door. I had to wait for my eyes to adjust to the dim overhead light before I saw her. Directly across from us. Outside on the balcony. Leaning over the railing so far I could barely see her upper half.
Her purple mermaid nightgown fluttered around her legs. A sudden sharp breeze tossed the hair around her shoulders and unsteadied her grip on the rail for half a second. That half second shot me across the room.
Once I reached the balcony door, I grabbed her foot and pulled. “Darby, what are you—?” Something trickled from my nose. I brushed it away, and blood smeared my hand. A pinprick of dread punctured the small amount of hope I clung to. Hope that all the nightmares in my life could be done. That hope left me deflated when Darby turned around.
Blood seeped from her nose, too. Her hands were covered with it. Terror blazed bright behind her glasses. “You’re…you’re bleeding.”
“You are, too.” The hairs along my arms lifted. Both of us had nose bleeds and both of us were Trammeler sorceressi. One and Two had warned me not to waste my precious blood, but now it flowed down both our fronts for everyone to see. For what? I swallowed. So we could be hunted down? With the balcony and front doors still open, I felt very exposed. “What are you doing out here, Darby?”
Blood settled above the curve of her upper lip. “I—I thought I heard something.”
Dad, hovering in the doorway, raked his hands through his hair. “What on Earth is going on with you girls?” He took Darby by the shoulder and guided her to the bathroom. “Leigh, get the doors and then let’s get you both cleaned up.”
I reached for the handle while holding a sleeve up to my nose. As I slid the door closed, a small, bloody handprint smudged the streetlights behind it. Darby’s. She was bleeding more than me.
A slow but steady doom, doom, doom of footsteps echoed up the stairs outside the still open front door. Someone was coming. And with them came the stink of nasty meat floating in a sewer. Even with all the blood gushing a river out my nose, I could still smell it. Death. Coming closer.
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Lindsey R. Loucks works as a school librarian in rural Kansas. When she’s not discussing books with anyone who will listen, she’s dreaming up her own stories. Eventually her brain gives out, and she’ll play hide and seek with her cat, put herself in a chocolate induced coma, or watch scary movies alone in the dark to reenergize. She’s been with her significant other for almost two decades.
Find Lindsey:
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1. Where have we seen you before? (previous projects/works)
I’m the author of The Grave Winner, Mad Flashes (a collection of horror flash fiction), and Haunted Chemistry (a paranormal romance novella).


2. What goes through your mind after your novel has been on sale for the first week?
Time to write the next book!


3. What inspired you to write this novel?
What Gifts She Carried is book two in the Grave Winner series, but the idea for the first book came when I was nearly finished writing my very first novel, a YA science fiction book that will probably never see the light of day. Anyway, the title The Grave Winner leaped into my head, and I thought to myself: Why would anyone want to win a grave? Is it a good thing to win a grave? Soon, my main character Leigh shouted a definitive “No!” and began to tell me her story.


4. What do you think about when getting/seeing negative reviews?
I try not to take it personally, and I look for any criticisms that will help me improve as a writer. Obviously I can’t make everyone happy, and that’s okay.


5. How long was the writing/planning process?
For What Gifts She Carried, it was a long process. Leigh, my main character, stopped talking to me after I made her recount her nightmares in the first book. I can’t really blame her though! But eventually she started talking again, and I transcribed her continued adventures as fast as I could.


6. What was your reaction to the cover art when you saw it for the first time? Did you have any ideas from the days of writing/inspiration?
I loved it right away! I requested Liliana Sanches, a.k.a. The Princess of Shadows, to design the cover since she did such a fantastic job with The Grave Winner, and she did a brilliant job again! I’m convinced she’s part wizard. My ideas for the cover stemmed from the story, so I knew I wanted blood and a badass axe on it, as well as Leigh decked out in her usual gothic clothing. Liliana totally delivered!


7. Any plans for future writing projects? Any being worked on now?
My new adult paranormal science fiction romance (can you say that ten times fast?), which is titled Sail, should be released in October. Right now, I’m writing a sexy contemporary novel with no zombies or ghosts or anything, which is rather weird for me. But there is bacon in it!


8. Top 5 books

~  The Monster at the End of This Book by Jon Stone and Mike Smolin
~  1984 by George Orwell
~   To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
~  Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling
~   Swan Song by Robert R. McCammon


9. What book/s from other authors do you wish you had written?
The Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins. I’m a school librarian, and I’ll never forget seeing a group of teen boys who don’t care much about anything being totally immersed in reading The Hunger Games. A book that has that kind of power is awe-inspiring.


10. Why read your novel?

It’s a strange mix of the three H’s: horror, heart, and humor, and the dead creatures in this book don’t care one bit about braaaaaaiinnnss.





4 comments:

  1. I haven't read the first book...but I haven't even heard of this series! IT'S INTRIGUING. I love zombie books (zombies are awesome) and even just the series title of "grave winners" totally has me asking a bucket load of questions. Definitely keeping my eye out for this one. ;)

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    1. I hadn't before this either, and it looks soooo good! haha I'm definitely with you here :D

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  2. Thanks for being a part of the tour!

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