Please welcome my close friend and author Scarlet Hunter as she talks about her latest. Heaven's Sacrifice.
I’m so glad to be here today, LaVerne! I’m a HUGE fan of
your work, so for you to have me here, I’m overly excited and still pinching
myself.
You are too funny, glad to have you here. And ditto lady. mwah. LaVerne
So, tell me a little
about your book, Heaven’s Sacrifice.
Sure. Percival, the hero in my book, is an angel who’s
finally given his first assignment. To go to earth and save a human soul.
However, when he gets there, he is put to the test by two sisters. At first, he
can’t decide on which sister is in need of saving. Spending time with the two,
he learns they both do, but in different ways. Only in time, he realizes which
one he must save. And yet, he is pulled toward the other putting him at risk of
failing his mission. The outcome, should Percival fail in saving the one he is
assigned, will result in him losing an angels most cherished possession—their
wings.
So…basically, he must decide…but who will he choose to save?
Tell us a little more
about these sisters?
Well, they couldn’t be more different, let me tell ya. They
are—Brianna and Ava. They help their uncle run a Beachfront condo resort in
Kure Beach, North Carolina. When unfortunate circumstances occur and their
uncle gets ill, it is up to them to help keep the resort stay up and running.
Brianna, younger sister to Ava. A flamboyant, wild and
arrogant girl. This young lady needs a little lesson in life, amongst other
things. She’s too hell bent on getting any and all the men’s attention rather than
helping her sister around the resort.
Ava, on the other hand, is the total opposite of her sister.
Quiet, shy, yet loyal and trustworthy. She takes on a lot of responsibility focusing
on helping her uncle; not wanting to let him down. She ends up taking care of everyone
and everything, except one person—herself. She needs saving, but in a whole different
way.
I’d love to share a little teaser, if I may?
Excerpt:
Materializing on earth, Percival appeared and
stood on the sand, next to a long worn-out catwalk. He scanned the countless
planks of rotten wood. They undoubtedly needed some TLC in more ways than one.
By the looks of the property surrounding it, the newspaper ad was spot on. A
skilled handyman was needed for this kind of job.
For a moment, he savored the calming, therapeutic waves crashing on shore. The
sound felt like an explosion of love over the soul. Percival prayed with
thanks, glad his mission had brought him near the Atlantic Ocean.
Lifting his foot, he placed it on the edge of the catwalk and putting some
weight on it, wiggled his leg a few times on the board to ensure it would hold
him. Convinced it would, he placed his full weight on the plank and noticed the
whole length of the catwalk was covered with pieces of slivered wood, poking
out from its depleted state. Thankful his sandals protected his feet, he
proceeded toward the building.
In the heavens and before leaving, the angels were normally briefed about their
assignments. Yet, Percival wasn’t given specifics for his mission. He certainly
would not question the lack of information, because in Heaven, one never asked
questions but is grateful for the facts received. If God thought angels needed
to know more, he made sure they did.
Everything has a purpose.
When he advanced, he inspected the building. Percival could tell it’d been
constructed of the same wood as the catwalk and in the same dire need of
attention. As his gaze skimmed up and across its surface, he imagined the
structure probably appeared very elegant back in its day, yet now seemed in
disrepair.
Unexpectedly, a squeal came from behind him, catching him off guard. Percival
turned to find a small boy pointing at him while tugging at his father’s swim
shorts. Funny, how he hadn’t even noticed them when he arrived. He needed to be
more careful and assess his surroundings first.
“Look Pa. That man has wings!”
Oops, forgot about
you two back there. Percival willed his thick, colossal set of feathery, white wings
to fade from the mortal eye. He then nodded at the father and winked at the
boy, who now displayed a saddened expression.
“I swear, Pa, he did—just like the Archangel.”
The father took the boy by the hand and led him toward their car. “Not everyone
is a comic book character, son. C’mon, let’s go home.”
Relieved his carelessness didn’t require him to handle the situation further,
Percival watched the two leave.
The boy’s face remained glued to the passenger window of the SUV until they
were out of sight. No doubt, waiting and hoping for the set of wings to
reappear.
Cracking a smile at how he loved the Children of God, Percival returned his
attention to his task. He reached into the front pocket of his jeans. After
pulling out a piece of torn paper, he glanced at the newspaper ad, then at the
building. Confirming the numbers 882 barely hanging above the door’s entrance,
he double-checked the name Ava, he’d written under the job qualifications. When
she answered his call, the sound of her voice sang like church bells. Soft and
angelic, it carried the slightest hint of a twang he’d never heard before. He
sensed right off, she was unique by the way she spoke to him. Percival liked
her instantly and looked forward to meeting her.
Where is your book
available?
Scarlet Hunter by day works full time as a Director for a
TPA (Third Party Administrator) company for Section 125 benefit plans. Residing
in the outskirts of Memphis, Tennessee, when not working at her full-time job,
she is found typing away on her laptop. As an avid reader, Scarlet's love of
paranormal and fantasy romance, inspired her to pursue her dream of writing.
She is currently embarking upon writing a contemporary, so stay tuned. You can
visit Scarlet at www.scarlethunter.com
to find all of her available books and those coming soon.
Where can we learn
more about you and your books?
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Scarlet-Hunter/e/B007JB97JI
Website: www.scarlethunter.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ScarletHunter
Twitter: ScarletHunter11
