Friday, December 26, 2014
Interview and Giveaway The Donor by Candace Osmond
Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release.
The Donor is a little different from the usual Fantasy and YA stuff I write. But I love reading a variety of genres and I think that staying within one niche would get boring as a writer. I love Fantasy and I also love Romance, Horror, and SciFi. The Donor is a SciFi Fantasy novel set a few years in the future of Toronto, ON. It follows the story of a young woman named Nora after she wakes up in a dark underground warehouse, strapped to an operating table, with her kidney missing.
Are you a mom?
Yes! I'm the mother of two amazing little munchkins. My son is 4 and my daughter will be 1 in January.
If yes do you find it hard to juggle writing and parenting?
Sometimes. As any stay-at-home mom would. Just when you finally get a routine nailed down, they up and change everything on you. No more naps, or they want afternoon naps instead of morning ones lol But my son understands that mommy works and when she's done we can play.
Is there a theme or message in your work that you would like readers to connect to?
Absolutely! The Iron World Series is supposed to teach you that it's okay to be yourself, it's okay to be normal and human. The Donor's message is that everyone matters, everyone deserves to live.
What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?
I used to be an Interior Decorator lol I guess I still am, technically. But I decided that I loved writing more.
When you’re not writing what do you do? Do you have any hobbies or guilty pleasures?
Oh, I have a ton of guilty pleasures; trashy TV is one of them. But, mostly, I like to go out for sushi and a movie with my husband. Or stay at home with a glass of wine and my iPad lol I'm terribly boring.
Is there a genre(s) that you’d like to write that you haven’t tackled yet?
Yes! I ghost write Romance for clients everyday. I'd really love to publish my own Romance book or series. I've got a few ideas tossing around so we'll see ;)
What book are you reading now?
I'm in the middle of City of Heavenly Fire, by Cassandra Clare. I'm a little saddened because this is the final book in a series that I've been reading for the better part of a decade. I'm also nearly done with Allegiant, by Veronica Roth. And I'm on the edge of my seat with every chapter because everyone else I know has already read it and they warn me that the ending will send me into a state of depression lol
What is in your to read pile?
Oh, Black Friday sales killed me. I went a little crazy. I think I increased my TBR pile by at least a dozen or so books and I expect that number to grow after Boxing Day sales! But the list spans from Samantha Young to Sylvia Day to Amanda Hocking. I'm excited to have some time off over the holidays to catch up on reading.
Genre: Sci-Fi Fantasy
Publisher: Guardian Publishing
Number of pages: 316
Word Count: 55k
Cover Artist: Majeau Designs
What's the first thought that would run through your mind if you woke up, completely naked, strapped to an operating table, sans a kidney?
What ran through Nora Daniels mind was that, sadly, nobody would even notice she was missing. No family, no friends, not even a boyfriend.
No, there would be no Prince Charming busting down the door to save the day or loved ones to mourn her death. Unless she could find a way to uncover the secrets hidden in her past and discover the one thing tying her to this world.
The strong stench of chemicals and bleach burned my nose and lungs, waking me from a deep and dreamlike haze, my eyes struggling open to find almost complete darkness. At least, I assumed it was; my mind and vision were both cloudy. Beneath the overwhelming odor of some kind of cleanser and noxious fumes, I caught a whiff of something dank, much like mold or mildew. In the distance, I heard a voice - no, two voices, muffled and just close enough for me to make out a bit of what they were saying. The sounds only compromised by the echoes which bounced off of the walls around me.
Was I in a tunnel?
Deep tones meant that both voices were male and I forced my mind to focus. Instantly, a searing pain erupted in my side, forcing the last bit of drowsiness away and bringing me to the surface of my consciousness. I’d never experienced anything so wretched before in my life! The growing pain was far worse than any headache or migraine that I’d ever had. It cut through me, like a hot knife, and every other thought fled from my mind. All I could concentrate on was this horrific sensation, not like a broken bone or a bad cut. No, it created an image of someone slicing into me and placing a burning hot coal, straight from the fire, deep into the right side of my body.
Instinctively, I reached to pull out the offending rock and instantly began to panic when my arms wouldn’t move. I thought, perhaps, the excruciating pain had caused my brain to not connect to my limbs. But as my natural reflexes had me trying to move, I felt the restraints at my wrists and ankles, holding me down. They were tight, and I realized they cut the circulation to my feet and hands. Trying to assess my situation, I noticed the cold, flat surface beneath me and, as I turned my head, the smallest bit of light crept into my line of vision.
I was blindfolded.
True panic had my blood pumping hot and fast through my body, and I attempted to control my breathing, trying to negate the effects of the agony in my side as well as my fear. I would never find a release if I didn’t calm down.
With clearer perception now, I noticed that the blindfold was thin, perhaps the black nylon of a pair of pantyhose, and it had slipped ever so slightly, allowing that small amount of light to shine just beneath it. Squinting and focusing until my eyes ached, I made out fuzzy shapes through the blindfold. From my limited perspective, I could tell that the room was larger than I’d first imagined, with tall ceilings, and I heard the familiar humming of bright fluorescent lights. The sound echoed the sensation in my body as I forced myself to ignore the debilitating pain.
Turning my head to each side, I took note of what appeared to be several small, cot-like, beds.
No, they were more like operating tables...and I was on one of them. I couldn’t make out occupants on top of any other beds, nor could I see anyone standing in the room I was in. But there was a darker spot in a far corner, and the voices seemed to be coming from that direction.
It must be another room.
Flexing my face and working my eyebrows, I managed to continue moving the blindfold so that I had a little more visibility. I tried one more time and got the entire thing shifted so it only rested on my eyelids, barely affecting my ability to see. I could pick out the two men standing in the frame of two open double doors, and I saw a tattoo on one of them.
With the material still weighing on my eyelids, it compromised my ability to see their upper bodies, but I stared at the tattoo on the man’s calf, just below a pair of loose beige shorts. It was shaped like a diamond, but the corner was too dim for me to catch the details. I stared hard, making sure to burn the image into my memory. I would use it to aid the police in finding my captor.
If I ever made it out of here alive.
About the Author:
Published author and freelance writer/editor Candace Osmond was born in North York, ON. From there she began her journey of discovering Canada, moving every few years and experiencing what every province had to offer. She was surrounded and influenced by many cultures which broadened her mind and personality. Coming from a family of writers and artists dispersed throughout, it was inevitable that Candace follow in her family's footsteps. By the early age of ten years old, Candace had won numerous writing and art competitions including a nation wide art contest for the Louie the Lightening Bug Play it Safe Around Electricity program where the company used her winning ad design. A few years later Candace found herself writing for the local news flyer and then branching off into fiction writing.
Candace published her first book by the age of 25, the first installment in a YA Urban Fantasy to which two others were published with it; The Iron World Series.
Candace is one of the creative writers to www.sssh.com, an acclaimed Erotic Romance website for women which has been featured on NBC Nightline and a number of other large platforms. Her most recent project is a screen play that is pending a nomination for an AVN Award.
Aside from writing, Candace did manage to get her certification for Interior Design and Decor. After years of working with fellow designers, architects, and home owners, Candace won a Peak Award for Best Kitchen Design under $10,000.
Now residing in a small town in Alberta, CA with her husband and two kids, Candace writes full time, developing articles for just about every niche, two more novels, and a hoard of short stories.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/candaceosmond (handle is @candaceosmond)