Veronica is a twenty year old author and marketing professional who published her first book "Guardians" in March of 2013
I've always loved reading. Books are the one place where a person can be whoever they want. Anything and everything you want to find, whether its magic, witches, unicorns, vampires, superheros, or angels, you can find hiding in the worlds stored in rows on your shelves. Growing up I wrote silly little stories that I always just tossed aside, until one day an idea struck me that I simply couldn't shake. It followed me everywhere continuing to build until I finally gave in, picked up my laptop and started typing. Four years later I've built a world I hope all of you will enjoy getting lost in and love as much as I do.
I suppose I should tell you a little bit more about myself. I love art and travel. It's my goal to see every inch of this world before I leave. Fashion is my morning obsession as I dot my floor with shoes and drape clothes over every available surface in my room while I try to assemble an outfit. Reading is my free time. I'm convinced cracking the cover of a book speeds up time. In those rare moments when there is nothing to do, and I'm bored with this world, I spend time in another. Finally, I am a compulsive daydreamer who is constantly absorbed into and lost in my thoughts. Without a map or compass, I just explore so that when I find my way out, I can recreate that world on paper. I love to write ... shocker (grin), but most importantly I love meeting new people, so please check out the links BELOW and say hi.
Imagine being the strongest
being in existence. It could get a little boring, right? The Guardians
knew this all too well. After centuries of unrivaled governance, the Guardians
began to turn on each other. Their sadistic leader played his men like pawns and
war soon swallowed the kingdom. When the Guardians flushed out all the
corrupt, they were cast out into the unexplored realms beyond the kingdom. From
that point on the realms were split between the two opposing sides, the
Guardians and the Fallen. Little did they know there was one more player, the
humans. Earth rested smack in the middle of the two territories and the two
seemed intent on tearing it to pieces as they deemed the new-found planet their
Azalea Johnson is no typical human, but that’s
news to her. In fact, the humans are completely unaware of the war that is
threatening their existence. Since its beginning, the war has been fought in
secret. It is kept hidden, fought on the very edges of human existence. The
Guardians fought to keep the humans out of direct fire, but the Fallen’s
influence did not go completely unnoticed. Their tainted energy began to change
the humans. They learned to hate and lie, and the human’s corruption only fed
the Fallen’s numbers. When the Guardians discovered that they may in fact lose
the war, they too took advantage of the impressionable humans … but they took
it a step further. They created a human.
Azalea is born with a bright red target on her
back and spends 18 long years on Earth blissfully unaware of what she is. She
was created with the ability to possess the power of each of the Guardian
elders. She is an unparalleled weapon whose loyalty will ultimately determine
the outcome of the war… but there is just one problem. Being human means Azalea
was born with a touch of the Fallen’s tainted energy, and being able to harness
the power of both the Guardians and the Fallen makes her vulnerable to both.
When the Guardians, desperate to protect their insurance, steal Azalea away
from earth, the question remains. Were all of the tainted Guardians removed
during their revolt, or is there something stronger brewing?
Life for Azalea becomes a dangerous game of hide
and seek and her days are no longer minutes to outrun, but seconds to
Excerpt from the book: I sat brushing my hair. Aaron hadn’t spoken a word to me
since we'd left Cathy back at Antioch. I watched him through the mirror as he
stood beside my bed gazing around. He ducked down out of sight and I rolled my
eyes. It was easier to focus on Aaron and this current moment than thinking
back over all that had happened today. I refused to let myself be overwhelmed
so I kept myself here: in the now. Aaron stepped back into view looking
frustrated. I grinned at the thought of what in my room could have caused him
such annoyance. His head snapped up then, his eyes meeting mine through the
reflection of the mirror.
"Where is it?" his voice was thick with
"What?" he'd caught me truly off guard.
He vanished from the mirror. Just as I swung around to see
where he'd gone, a hand grasped the back of my chair and jerked. Hard!
It scraped across the floor, rocking to a stop.The motion nearly sent me toppling onto the
floor. I scrambled off the chair and onto my feet. I took hold of his arm
trying to steady myself, but the eyes I met when I looked up weren’t Aaron’s.
He was absolutely beautiful. His eyes were black as night
and they locked onto mine. I moved to find Aaron who was now crouched by my bed
tearing boxes and papers out from underneath.The cold seemed to seep straight to my bones as I realized something was
wrong. He wasn’t angry, he was frantic.
The man's hand caught my face, slowly turning it back to
his. Meeting his eyes was like being locked into a trance. The world seemed to
slow to a stop. Aaron's shouted questions faded away like the volume on a
stereo being slowly turned down.
I stood, caught in the snare of his eyes, trying desperately
to determine what it was that was different about this Guardian. Just as I
thought I'd been wrong and the panic began to ease, I found the answer I'd been
looking for clear on his face. Like hot wax the flesh melted from his bones and
underneath hid the most inhuman creature I could’ve imagined. To my horror, his
face quickly snapped back to an absolutely beautiful mask. I stared into his
eyes as something far off in my head clicked. His eyes, pitch black, stared
back. He smiled now.
“Azalea…” he hissed.
I ripped my frozen
arm away from him, almost knocking myself over it in my haste, but it wasn’t fast
enough to escape the snare of his hand. Burning raked through me and screams
erupted, rattling through my mind as if they had nested themselves in my head.
I screamed before I could catch myself. I cupped my hand over my mouth trying
to smother them. I couldn’t have Dad or Erick come to find me with this
monster. I moved my hand from my mouth and began to claw at his hand and face
to no avail. I did absolutely no damage, but when I lifted my head to face him,
there was no head to be found. His hand went limp and as the burning and
screaming finally ceased, so did I. The complete absence of the overwhelming
pain left me numb and dizzy, but I was aware that I was stumbling backwards.
The beautiful face disintegrated in front of me, Aaron appearing from behind
him. Its body crumpled to the ground, falling into a pile of stone: black
shards of polished stone.
My stomach churned.
A picture grew before my eyes: piles and piles of the
polished stone that had littered my property. I swallowed hard.
Aaron grabbed me, his arm locking around my waist, and
heaved. I flew across the room soaring towards the wall. I screamed, sure I was
seconds from slamming into the approaching wall, but before I reached it
another set of arms took hold of me.
"Take a deep breath," I heard Noah say, and then
it was like being dragged underwater. I could see nothing but black, my lungs
were burning, begging for air. I was only aware that I was moving because of
the rush against my skin. The blackness opened up into light, a familiar light
with air. I was gasping, still in Noah's arms, still moving. He ran with me,
the light growing darker. He was running me into the depths of my
property.I cringed, sinking into his
arms. I didn’t want to be here, where the trees were packed so tightly that
darkness fell upon the woods with an unnatural speed. With the sun sinking,
there was nothing ahead but further darkness. The property drained the light
from the sky and the trees swallowed all light and sound. It turned the
property into a viscous game of hide-and-seek. Like a child left alone at
night, I feared the monsters would find me when they emerged from their hiding
places in the dark.
He set me down behind a large tree.
"Don’t move," he instructed before disappearing
into the night.
I shook. Pressing my back as hard as I could against the
tree, I wished it would just swallow me, holding me inside where no one would
I could hear something moving deeper in the woods to my
left. My skin erupted, sensations streaking down my back and through my chest.
Try as I did, I couldn’t shake it, and it did nothing but enhance my awareness
of the movement nearby.
"I was asked to watch you," a voice whispered. I
screamed startled. I hadn’t realized I'd closed my eyes, but I found her face
just inches from mine when I opened them.It was a new face. She was young, barely older than me I figured. She
crouched beside me, her hands clenched into fists at her side.
She seemed upset… no, I realized. She wasn’t upset. She was
She turned harshly to me then and I struggled to see her
face in the darkness. Lost as I was in my analysis of the girl, I didn’t notice
the approaching Fallen.
I jumped when the girl suddenly screamed, clutching at her
chest. She fell in front of me, a blade in her back, and stupidly I tried to
catch her. I wanted to help, but as I leaned down to her a hand caught my
ankle, yanking my legs out from underneath me. I screamed, my fingers tearing
into the earth as I was dragged through the woods at an unbelievable speed.
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Now on a more personal note, I asked Veronica a few questions so you can get to know her better. I hope you enjoy the interview.
1)Your new book
'Guardians' is a sci-fi - is this a genre' you've always been interested in and
a.There will always be a soft spot in my heart
for sci-fi and paranormal because I love the possibility of these mysteries
existing in the real world, but I’m a bit of a genre hopper. I realized my love
for reading when I was young and traveling with my parents. Each summer we
would take a road trip to a new state, and each summer I looked forward to
buying that new book for the car ride. As I got older I would bring two books,
and when that wasn’t enough I started buying a new book on the road for the
ride back. Once I finished a story, I always tried to read something on the
other end of the spectrum. It was like exercising the different parts of my
brain, but I enjoyed reading stories that had characters I could relate to, and
that meant characters my age, so I’ve always been attracted to young adult.
2)Do you see yourself
writing in other genre's in the future?
a.I can see myself writing in other genres. Just
like I liked reading other genres, I’m already aching to stretch that new
section of my brain and try my hand at another genre. I love the challenge it
poses, but I know I won’t be able to escape my sci-fi genre for very long. It’s
too much of a love of mine to every stray very far.
3)What would you like
everyone to know about you the author?
a.Well, for starters I’m twenty years old, so
I’m fairly new to the realm of published authors. But writing Guardians has stirred
the writing fiend inside me, and I’ve reached the point of no return. In the
beginning, when I would get discouraged I read this quote by Johann Wolfgang
von Goethe, “Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has
genius, power, and magic in it” and it has become one of my absolute favorite
4)What was your favorite
scene to write and why?
a.I loved writing chapter six. Chapter six has a
lot of Cathy in it, and I absolutely love Cathy. You can’t help but love her.
She is adorable, and hilarious, and honestly I have no idea where her character
came from. But she also has secrets of her own, so she is quite a dynamic
character to write. I also really enjoy weaving connections into my story,
whether its connections between characters, or cause and effect from
occurrences earlier in the story, I enjoy the challenge of fitting everything
5)A lot of our readers
are also authors who are considering self-publishing - why did you choose to do
that over a more conventional means?
a.It was a tough decision to make because of the
war that seemed to be occurring between traditional publishing houses and the
self-publishing route. So, after months and months of research I decided that
it was time to think about what I wanted, and at the time, that was control. I
was a bit of an over protective parent, and with a degree in marketing, I
realized that I could play by my own rules and make my own success.
Self-publishing was empowering. It made me work harder.
6)Would you ever
consider writing a romantic Sci-fi?
a.I would love to weave some romance into the
Guardians trilogy in the future.
7)Are you a Star Trek
fan or Super Hero fan?
a.Super Hero. Super powers sum up my childhood
fantasies. I wish I could be a super hero.
8)Tell us something
personal about Azalea Johnson,the heroine in 'Guardians', that isn't in the
a.Azalea’s inability to label herself with one
title drives her mad. She is pulled in different directions, told what she is,
but really she simply isn’t only one being. She was created for the Guardians,
but her design was one of a kind. Unlike the Guardians, she kept her human
form, and being human meant she also belonged to the Fallen. Human? Guardian?
Fallen? Could she survive as all three?
9)Is this book part of a
series? If yes, what comes next? Give us a sneak preview
a.Yes, Guardians is part of a series. The
Guardians have been straining to keep Azalea on their side, because by her
design she is the weapon that could end the war between the Guardians and the
Fallen. Her loyalty will determine who survives, but the light can’t claim her
forever. It’s time Azalea learns the dark side of her design when she is stolen
away by the Fallen.
10)This book is in first
person POV (Point of View) is this a preference and why? Or why not?
a.Yes, first person is my preference. Writing in
first person POV makes me work harder to understand my characters and really
get inside their heads. It’s also just what comes natural. This is how I see
the stories in my head, so that’s how I translate them onto paper (or onto my
11)Do you have any little rituals you do before or during your
a.Music! I love listening to music. I curl up into a comfy spot
and put in my headphones. Imagine Dragons is my current obsession.
12)Where can your fans find you? (Web site and social media links)
13)What do you hope readers
take away after reading one of your books?
a.Inspiration, mystery, and hopefully a strong
craving for more (grin).
14)What do you like better
ebook or paperback?
a.I prefer paperbacks because of the nostalgia.
The smell of a new book, and being able to dog ear my favorite pages, are just
a few of my favorite characteristics, but I’ve realized that being able to
carry hundreds of books with me on an app on my phone benefits my reading
15)What's the road to
self-publishing been like?
a.It’s been motivating, frustrating, a little
lonely, and very empowering. Self-publishing has made me work harder and really
think about what I want for my book and what it will take to get there, but it
can also be frustrating because there is no one there to say, it’s okay if you
don’t know how to get where you want to go. You don’t have the backing of an
experienced agent or publishing house behind you. You have to learn how to do
whatever it is that you don’t understand, on your own. But this has also been
one of the most empowering experiences of my life. You are personally
responsible for your own success. You gain an understanding of your audience
and publishing that is much more personal. You meet amazing people, like Hawk, that
believe in you, and who teach you things that you wouldn’t have learned on your
own. It drives you to succeed, and forces you to believe in yourself.
Ah, did I tell you guys she was also SWEET?! Well thank you hon. Honestly, it wasn't hard to believe in YOU...you're the amazing one with a ton of talent...the minute I saw your blurb.. I was floored! You amazed me, as I'm sure you've amazed everyone here today! Thanks for coming by. It was fun, and I'll see you over at The Smutty Hussy's (Cecile's) Place soon! I promise...I won't let her corrupt you! *wink* Like she did me!
I HAVEN'T BEEN HERE OF LATE BUT I HOPE ALL OF YOU WHO STILL VENTURE BACK HERE NOW AND THEN, ENJOYED THIS INTERVIEW. VERONICA IS AN IMPRESSIVE, NEW, YOUNG AUTHOR WITH AMAZING TALENTS....HER WORLD WITH CAPTURE YOUR MIND AND YOUR SOUL!
PS I'VE READ THIS BOOK AND IT IS AWESOME.
I want to thank all of you who have continued to visit my blog even in my absence. You're the best! Hugs
For all of you who have been wondering where I'm at:
As you know I had found a publisher and I got lost in creating my futuristic worlds. My days became sixteen hours days, seven days a week...producing an average 50,000 word book in a month, leaving no time for blogging or other things...but, such is the life of a writer that tends to be a workaholic by nature.
Anyway, before I could get my books to market I realized, the vision my publisher had, and the vision I had for my career were two different worlds. My dreams took a drive through a black hole. So, we agreed to go our separate ways. Being that Irish girl that I am, I didn't stay down long. I'm now on the hunt for a new publisher, and I'm hoping to find one soon....when I do I'll come back and tell you where you can find me and my erotic series.
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Back in September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a social studies school teacher at Robinson High School in Little Rock, did something not to be forgotten.
On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed all of the desks out of her classroom. When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there were no desks.
Ms. Cothren, where're our desks?'
She replied, 'You can't have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.'
They thought, 'Well, maybe it's our grades.'
'No,' she said.
'Maybe it's our behavior.'
She told them, 'No, it's not even your behavior.'
And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom.
By early afternoon television news crews had started gathering in Ms. Cothren's classroom to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room. The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found seats on the floor of the deskless classroom.
Martha Cothren said, 'Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he or she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to show you.'
At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it. Twenty-seven U.S. Veterans, all in uniforms, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk. The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall. By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks had been earned.
Martha said, 'You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. Now, it's up to you to sit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education. Don't ever forget it.'
By the way, this is a true story. And this teacher was awarded Teacher of the Year for the state of Arkansas in 2006.
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