All of this week Dorothy and I are participating in the Read 'Em & Reap Blog Hop! Why let witches, vamps, and ghosts hog all the Halloween fun? Grim Reapers need some love too! That's why author Lisa Medley put together this reapers only blog hop. So, if you like stories about Death Incarnate, hop around to all the different participating authors, play games, read interviews, and enter to win tons of reaper-esque books, plus a $100 dollar Amazon GIFT GARD! You can also enter to win a special prize from me (details below).
For those who are new to me and my book, here's a little tidbit about Call Me Grim!
The truck should have turned Libbi Piper into a Libbi Pancake—and it would have, too, if Aaron hadn't shown up and saved her life. The problem? Aaron's the local Grim Reaper . . . and he only saved Libbi's life because he needs someone to take over his job. Now Libbi has two days to choose between dying like she was supposed to, or living a lonely life as Death Incarnate. Talk about a rock and a hard place.
In order to participate in this blog hop I must answer three questions, then I'd like to play a game with you all (there will be a PRIZE!). But first, the questions!
• What first piqued your interest in writing about reapers?
There's something very intriguing about a creature whose sole purpose is to deal with death and the souls of the freshly dead. It seemed to me that watching people die, possibly in horrific ways, and not being able to do anything about it would be an awful existence. I am a Registered Nurse, so I guess it's not surprising that powerlessness in the face of death frightens the heck out of me.
That nugget of an idea festered in my brain. I decided that Death Incarnate would be a really crappy job and that whoever had it probably wouldn't want it for long. That's how Aaron, my reluctant Grim Reaper, was born.
• What makes your reapers different?
In the world of Call Me Grim, there are many Reapers all over the world, but they are all alone, isolated in the territory they are required to reap. Reapers are invisible to the living (unless that person happens to be scheduled to die within twenty-four hours), so their only interactions with other living people are with the soon-to-be dead. So, yeah, pretty sucky, but that's the point.
• Are your reapers Heroes or Villains?
The Reapers in Call Me Grim are 100% human. And every human (good or bad) is the hero of their own story.
And now, time for you to put on your WRITER HAT for a chance to win a PRIZE!
It's Halloween, so how about something spooky? In the comments, leave the creepiest, funniest, or most horrific ghost story you can squeeze into 300 words or less (real or fiction, but please, keep it clean). Leave your email in this format: email at server dot com, then spread the word about the giveaway. That's it! At the end of the Read 'Em & Reap Blog Hop (Oct 31st) I will choose a winner and post that entry on the blog, PLUS the winner will get a signed copy of Call Me Grim, a book mark, creepy candy, and a plastic skull (US entries ONLY, please)!
Also, don't forget to sign up for the Read 'Em & Reap blog-hop-wide Rafflecopter giveaway below!
"Go to the Wyckham house, they said. Stay until midnight. Its just for laughs. Why did I agree to this?"
ReplyDeleteIt's great fun to see who will walk up to the town's haunted house in the middle of the day. Even to sneak in and look around. But to stay there alone, after dark, on Halloween? Not fun. Not at all. There's no electricity, no heat, and no company. And the sneaking suspicion that someone's watching me out of the corner of my eye. Eerie. No other word for it. Shivering, I huddle in my hoodie and check the time on my phone. Ten minutes past eleven.
A light touch feathers over my hair. As if someone's toying with my long ponytail. Phone clattering to the floor, I whip around. No one's there.
"Hello?"
The silence takes on a rather specific quality. That of listening.
Wondering if one of the others is messing with me, I retrieve my phone. Call Tina. Put her on speaker, needing to fill the silence somehow.
"Hey, Em. How goes it?"
"Well enough. Are you all waiting together? "
"Yep, everyone. Even Levi, though he's getting antsy."
Then she catches on.
"Why? Have you had a visitation?"
I don't really know how to answer that. Just as I go to tell her no, cold fingers whisper over my nape. Thers no explaining that away.
"Emma? Em, answer me!"
"Emma..."
But that's not Tina. It's a boy. One that I don't recognize. Very slowly, I turn around. My phone disconnects, then dies suddenly. And I find myself face to face with a boy I've only seen in old pictures.
Lucas Wyckham.
Only he's been dead for twenty years. And I still have forty nine minutes to go. He smiles.
"Emma."
"Hello, Lucas."
Forgot to put my email!
ReplyDeletelove2read739@gmail.com