Twin Souls (Nevermore #1) by K.A Poe
Book Description:Seventeen year old Alexis finds herself on the eve of her eighteenth birthday. What generally means a step into adulthood instead opens its way to a terrifying truth about not only her family, but herself. She comes from a long line of vampire hunters, and her real dad wants her to carry on the family quest. At the same time, she is falling for a new boy at school who has his own secret. He is a vampire. Alexis is forced to make a decision from which there is no turning back. – Will she deny this newly discovered heritage, or embrace it.
Twin Souls is the first book in KA Poe’s Young Adult Nevermore series. Watch for the next in the series due to be released in May of 2012!
Author behind "Twin Souls"
Tell us little about yourself? I am an avid reader of fantasy and paranormal books, and have always had a passion for writing. I spent most of my childhood either with my nose in a book or writing down short stories and poetry. When I am not reading or writing, I spend time with my eighteen month old daughter and my husband, play computer games, ride my bicycle and bake from scratch. I actually considered a career in the baking industry but decided to follow my dream of being an author and bake from home when I had time to spare.
What inspired you to write about “Twin Souls”? My inspiration for Twin Souls was thanks to a dream I had the morning prior to writing, and with the helpful pushing of my husband. Before beginning this series, I was in the process of writing an epic fantasy series that I thoroughly enjoyed writing and hope to return to eventually, but I grew tired of writing and was stuck in a rut because I dedicated so much time to that series. So, my husband suggested that I open up a blank document and write whatever came to mind and give myself a break from the other series...and that is when I recalled my dream from the night before and started putting it into words. That dream inspired the first few paragraphs of the novel, and then I just went from there.
Current book/s on your shelf? I am currently reading a book called Spirit Keeper by Melissa Luznicky Garret, and prior to that I was reading The Hobbit and Artemis Fowl.
Favorite Starbucks drink? Iced peppermint white chocolate mocha - yum!
Any advice to aspiring writers? Never give up. If you have an idea for a story - write it down. Whenever you have the time to write, do it - even if it is only twenty minutes or less a day. For all you know, you might have a best seller rolling around in your mind that is just begging to come out!
SNEAK PEEK BELOW
The rough pitter-patter of rain against the tin roof caused me to stir in my sleep, but I struggled to fight it. I yearned to remain under the warmth of my thick quilt, wandering aimlessly through the dream world. But, alas, I knew reality would ease its way in and pull me out. As hard as I tried to ignore it, my eyes flew open and all memory of dreams faded away. I sighed heavily and pressed my pillow hard against my eyes, blocking out the relentless sunlight that snuck in through the creases in the blinds. Slowly, I tore away the brief shelter from the radiance and let my eyes adjust. I stumbled to the bathroom, rinsed my face and brushed my teeth before swiftly walking downstairs to the kitchen.
I was surprised to find it empty, void of any evidence that my mother had even occupied it probably fifteen minutes prior. Most mornings I would find her sitting at the quaint glass table, pressed up against the far wall, sipping a quick cup of coffee before she rushed off to work. My mother didn't hold the greatest job title in the world, but the money was sufficient enough to pay the bills and to feed us. She worked as a zookeeper in the local zoo and had been in that same position for as far as I could remember. My father isn't even worth mentioning. After I turned six he became absent in my life, beyond the occasional postcard from wherever he happened to be at the time. During a mid-life crisis he decided that “living his life to the fullest” was more important than his ten year marriage, not to mention his six-year-old daughter. Now he spent his time traveling the world with his much younger girlfriend, Melissa. I hated to even think of her.
As I thought over my mother's unexpected absence, I plucked a porcelain blue bowl from the cupboard and poured a generous amount of cereal and milk into it before sitting at the vacant table. My eyes were instantly drawn to the white, perfectly folded note that lay against the transparent surface. Sprawled across the paper in my mom's unmistakable handwriting was my name: Alexis.
I wasn't sure why, but something deep down told me that this couldn't be good. Something was wrong, and this letter was the only way I would find out just what it was. I swallowed hard as I lifted the crisp paper and unfolded it. Panic welled up inside as I read the first sentence.
'Dear Alexis, September 8, 2012
This isn't easy for me to say, and it won't be easy for you to hear either.'
Part of me didn't want to continue reading, but my eyes betrayed me as they went along down the paper.'