Tuesday, 3 May 2016

The Keeper by Rebecca E. Neely

Sacrifice or salvation? A chosen psychic few may be both. As the city's Keepers battle Betrayers to save the human race, all's not fair in love and war.

Nick Geary, jaded clan leader of human guardians, the Keepers, is doomed to love a human woman who’s forgotten him, time after time, for thirteen years: Libby Klink, a skittish accountant who’s as terrified of her recent and strange intuitions as she is of her mundane existence.

When Nick is ordered by the clan’s guiding force to seek Libby’s help in defending the clan against enemy Betrayers, romance sizzles as the pair forms an unlikely alliance in their desperate search to discover the key to the clan’s salvation—which Libby alone holds.

But a haunting secret could cost Nick everything, and in a race against time, both will be forced to choose between their hearts and duty. Can their love, and the clan survive, or will the very forces that drew them together ultimately destroy them?

The battle in the Steel City begins.

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Her index finger found the button and lowered the window a crack.
Immediately, he raised his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m unarmed.”
Always good to hear. She cocked her head, perplexed. “Who are you?”
“Nick Geary.” Unsmiling, a muscle worked in his jaw. He held her hostage with his eyes. “We need to talk.”
Her heart tripped. No doubt about it. She’d never heard of any Nick Geary, never seen this man before in her life. Or had she? Why didn’t she know? Shouldn’t she? What could they possibly need to talk about? A new kind of panic engulfed her. She pounced on the button, closed the window, and laid on her horn.
Scowling, he mouthed some kind of oath.
The driver door swung open on the truck in front of her. A portly man with a bush of a gray beard got out, lumbered over. Squinted at her. “You okay?” he bellowed as he tugged a T-shirt sporting a Confederate flag over his girth. “This guy messin’ with you?”
Yeah, he was messing with her all right. Air. She needed air. She locked eyes with Nick. His were blue and crystalline, as placid as they’d been stormy. He reached around his neck to finger a shiny stone the green of spring grass, nestled under his collar on what appeared to be a thin leather strap.
It glowed with ember-like intensity. She watched, fascinated.
I-279 South, idling engines, the car radio somewhere behind her booming its bass—all of it receded like floodwater after a storm.
Libby stood on the porch of the cabin she and her father rented for a week every summer. He came around the corner, fairly glowing. Pink with health. Dad. He slung a fishing rod over his shoulder and winked. “Let’s go catch us a mess of crappies.” The creek, ten feet away, rushed over rocks and fallen trees, its path clear, sure. The sun warmed her face and the air soothed her. She breathed in the scent of earth, burgeoning with spring.
She blinked. Snippets of music and phone conversations littered the highway around her. Libby gaped, unable to speak, like she’d shot down a hill on a roller coaster and banked the curve of the next.
Nick said nothing, his eyes still locked on hers.
Ford Truck shot him a dirty look, then clambered over to her side of the car. “Lady, I said, you okay?” he yelled.
Shaking, she lowered her window, not sparing him a glance. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.”
“You sure?”
Muttering something about the country going to hell in a handbasket, Ford Truck stomped back to his pickup and climbed inside.
Still staring at Nick, she clung fast to her resolve before it escaped her. Reaching across the seat, she yanked on the handle, and pushed open the passenger door.
“Get in.”

The Author:

A sucker for a happy ending, Rebecca writes the kind of stories she loves to read—those featuring authentic, edgy and vulnerable characters, smack dab in the middle of action that explodes from page one.

Raised on a down home blend of Johnny Cash, Jack London, Sherlock Holmes, the Steelers, and all things small town, Rebecca feels blessed to have grown up in a close knit, fun loving and artistic family. Her mother, a voracious reader and scratch cook, and her father, an entrepreneur, English teacher and lover of literature, taught Rebecca and her brother to work hard, aim for the stars, and live life.

With music, books and laughter as constant companions, she grew up working, cooking and eating in the family’s restaurant business. A certified book and hoagie junkie, Rebecca thrives on live music, mysteries and the outdoors.

She’s a cheddar enthusiast, lover of cats, teddy bears, hot coffee, cold beer, thunderstorms, the blast of a train’s whistle, the change of seasons, country roads, woodpeckers, spoon rings, cool office supplies, and the Food Network.

Careers, past and present, include freelance writing, accounting, mother, problem solver, doer and head bottle washer.

Rebecca is a member of the Three Rivers Romance Writers, a PAN member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA), and is honored to serve as a judge for several writing contests each year.

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Interview with Rebecca E. Neely:

Have you always wanted to be a writer? And was there a particular moment you thought, ‘I can do this!’?
I think I’ve always been a writer and a storyteller at heart. My father had quite a flair for telling stories, and I think I inherited some of that talent. I would write down stories in notebooks when I was younger and even entered a few contests. I grew up in my parents’ restaurant business, and when they were forced to sell it to make ends meet, I was strongly encouraged to study in a field in which I could always get a job. Thus, I earned an Accounting degree. It’s that whole right brain, left brain thing, but being detail oriented serves me well. And working in corporate America for over a decade enabled me to freelance for a host of business clients. Eventually, I began to feel a strong desire to return to my storytelling roots, and telling my own stories.

Who or what has helped you become a better writer over time?
Different people I’ve known in my writing group circles have mentored me over the years, and I’m deeply grateful to them. I’ve read at least twenty books on the craft, the best being Techniques of the Selling Writer by Dwight Swain. I’ve always been a voracious reader, and I think reading, in and out of your genre, is not only a joy, but an irreplaceable teacher.
As I mentioned, my father was quite a storyteller, and I think there’s a great deal of ‘timing’ involved in that. I think the same goes for a story. I think some writers have that innate ‘timing’ which translates to a well paced story. I also have the pleasure of judging at least one writing contest every year. I learn a lot by reading others’ work. I also wrote two novels before I was published that as far as I know, are still under my bed. And there they shall, and should, stay. :)

Tell us about your writing routine; what’s a typical writing day for you?

A typical writing day for me begins early. There’s something very sacred to me about that time in the morning when no one else is awake. It’s just me, my coffee and a blank screen. However, lots of times I’ll fit in writing in the evening, or when I’m waiting for my daughter at her dance class. I’m able to concentrate even amid chaos, which enables me to write at odd times.

What was the biggest challenge in creating your book?

My biggest challenge in writing The Keeper, and the Crossing Realms series, was world building, keeping track of that world, and not over explaining it to the reader. The Keeper is the first paranormal romance I’ve written, and shifting genres was exciting and challenging. It really pushed me creatively as a writer.

Did you write any of your personality traits into any of your characters?

I’m sure that I did :) I think it’s impossible not to reflect yourself in your own work. But more, I would say, I write little bits and pieces I glean from my everydayness, just like we all experience. The cashier who speaks with a twang at the supermarket. The man I sit behind in church with the crazy tattoo. The girl who wears too much makeup and has her eyebrow pierced. The old man with the stooped shoulders who smiles at me as we pass one another on the street. It’s these people that fascinate me as a writer. What’s ordinary, to me, is extraordinary.

Tell us about the cover and how it came about.

My publisher works with different cover artists. They’re amazing! As an author, I fill out an information sheet, listing what the hero and heroine look like and other important details from the story. The cover artist sends me several to choose from, and after a few tweaks, the cover is born! It’s very exciting. While I’m writing the story, I’m picturing the characters in my head for months, and then, with the cover, they come to life. Very cool!

Which fictional character, book or film, would you like to meet and why?

Boy, that’s a tough one. There’s so many fascinating ones to choose from. From a book, I think I would like to meet Danny, the little boy in The Eyes of Darkness, by Dean Koontz. He endures so much and triumphs, I’d love to give him a big hug :) I’d also love to meet Sherlock Holmes, just to see what he could discern about me, just from meeting me!
From movies, I would love to meet the Godfather, as played by Marlon Brando. I’ve always been fascinated by organized crime stories. Plus, he’s the original badass! I’d also love to meet Newt Knight, in the upcoming movie, Free State of Jones, as played by Matthew McConaughey. I’ve always loved him as an actor, and he just gets better and better. And he’s pretty easy on the eyes, too! 

Thank you for the interview, Rebecca :)
Thank you so much for hosting me today. I really appreciate it.

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