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Thursday, October 29, 2015

Top 5 Halloween Monsters with Abigail Owen


Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays. As a child I loved coming up with my costume and staying out as late as possible trick-or-treating. I think part of the fun of the costumes for Halloween is the fact that you get to let your imagination go and be something completely crazy and imaginative for one night. This is basically what I do for hours in my head when I write books. (Okay, so that sounds a little looney - but you get what I mean.)
According to wiki-pedia, the practice of dressing up in costumes for this holiday is fairly new - just since the early 1900s really. Halloween costumes were originally designed to imitate supernatural and scary beings - traditionally monsters such as vampires, zombies, ghosts, etc. In more recent years, superheroes were added. And these days, just about anything pop culture goes.
I decided to list out my favorite more traditional Halloween characters (and sometimes the modern take on them), just for fun...

Frankenstein
The monster from this novel totally doesn't get enough play these days. Not sexy enough I guess. I found he original book, written by Mary Shelley in 1817, to be a combination of sad and horrifying. It's considered one of the first science fiction books (if not the first) ever. The monster himself is gruesome, but also pathetic. And - by the way - Frankenstein is the name of the doctor, not the monster. A lot of fun options for costumes with this character. From the campy green skin and bolts in the head to the more icky version of different body parts, there's lots of options.

Dracula
Vampires are all over the place these days, and there are lots of different takes on them, but this guy is sort of the granddaddy. Written by Bram Stoker in 1897, it was based on works already published and general myth and folklore already known. It was supposed to be terrifying. Hence the vampire being included in the original scary monsters line up for Halloween. Early movies had him as terrifying and then as campy. Personally, he's still my favorite vamp. Sentimental, I guess.

Vampires
I had to separate vampires out from Dracula. These days they're sexy, mysterious, and desirable. Depending on the story you're reading, some of the characteristics might be different. No matter what though, they're the monsters everyone loves to love. I have to say, other than the campier form of Dracula with the cape and stuff, vampires are not quite as dramatic costume-wise as my other picks. Although you can go sexier with this than most of the others, and that has its own appeal.


Weres
Notice I didn't say werewolves. Werewolves are obviously the origin. They're found in folklore and mythology back to the Middle Ages. I say weres because 
I'm a shapeshifter fan in general - liking them to assume many forms. The original werewolves were scary because they couldn't control the shift, or themselves. Unlike vampires and Frankenstein, there doesn't seem to be any major original literary work these creatures are based on, which makes it really fun to write - no limits. Lots of fun options for costumes too.

Zombies
I rarely see these guys on Halloween night anymore, although they're still rampant in movies and TV (huge Walking Dead fan here). Zombies, while based on folklore, are truly a product of film more than anything. The 1932 film White Zombie introduced that word to the wider world. World War Z - just recently - is a new fav of mine, and I'll always be a fan of the Resident Evil movies. These guys are just plain creepy, scary, and there's no way to go sexy with them (at least that I've ever seen). You could also go on the campy side, but even then, the look is still creepy. Costume-wise, a host of grotesque possibilities.

Well, for better or worse, those are my favs. There's tons of other originals out there - witches, ghosts, mummies, etc. What makes your list?

***Pictures from Flikr.com Creative Commons
Frankenstein from twm1340
Werewolf pumpkin from Five Furlongs






The Svatura Series
Abigail Owen

Genre: paranormal romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Series Description:

Meet the ladies of the Svatura series: Ellie, Selene, Lila, and Adelaide.

One will come out of hiding to protect others from the fate she suffered. One will lead her people after being released from a hellish nightmare. One will try to start a new life only to discover that her path lies where it always has. And one will experience a loss so terrible that only oblivion can stop the pain.

Individually they are strong. But together these sisters of the heart are a force before whom even their most powerful enemies will tremble. However, that may not be enough. Is the key to their salvation power…or love?





Blue Violet
The Svatura Series
Book One
Abigail Owen

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Cover Art: Debbie Taylor
Page Count: 266
Word Count: 62050

ISBN (digital): 978-1-62830-946-1
ISBN (print): 978-1-5092-0358-1


About the Book:

When fairy tales turn into nightmares…

Ellie Aubrey has spent most of her unnaturally long life hiding her extraordinary abilities from the world. On the run from the shapeshifting wolves who murdered her family, she risks discovery in order to secretly watch over another group of similarly gifted people, determined they won’t suffer the same fate.

Alex Jenner has come home to protect his family from an unknown danger lurking in the woods. Suspicious of the new girl in town, he challenges Ellie in ways that will spark one of two possible outcomes: they’ll spontaneously combust, or she’ll lose control of the one power she’s fought so hard to contain.

In this fairy tale, the dragon the prince must slay is also the princess who holds his heart.

Excerpt #2 (555 words)

A separate part of her mind remained grudgingly impressed with Alex’s powers of observation. Very few people paid close enough attention to catch little nuances as he had with her. Usually they were too self-centered. But he’d called her out on her vagueness from day one. It had the effect of strengthening the connection she was resisting so desperately.

“What is it that you think I’m hiding, exactly?” Ellie asked, hands on her hips.

“You can’t be who you say you are.”

“I don’t say I’m anyone. I’m just me!” she exclaimed. “Who else would I be?”
He flashed her a dark look. “I saw you.”

“Saw me doing what?” Ellie’s confusion was feigned, but her exasperation was authentic.
“Standing in the woods outside my house.”

Ellie gave him a dumfounded look. “And when exactly was I supposed to be standing outside your house?”

“Late last night,” he snapped.

“Yeah,” she scoffed, “that makes total sense. You really are full of yourself. You know that? You think that some little high school girl likes you so much that she’s just going to stand around your house in the cold, hoping for a glimpse?”

“I think you’re a damn good liar is what I think.” Alex clenched his fists. He looked like he wanted to shake her.

Ellie fumed. Forget that he was right. He didn’t know that for sure, and here he was calling her a liar to her face.

She narrowed her eyes, and her voice grew cold. “And what exactly am I supposed to be lying about?”

Alex’s mouth set in a grim line. “I can’t tell you that.”

Ellie arched an eyebrow. “So let me get this straight…After becoming, well, friends I guess, you suddenly start ignoring me. We barely say two words to each other in six weeks, then out of nowhere you kiss me. But based on…” She flung her arms out all akimbo. “I don’t know what exactly…you come over here to tell me that I’m not who I say I am. That I’m apparently stalking you. Then you call me a liar. But you can’t tell me what you think I’m lying about. Could you be more insulting or more weirdly vague?”

“I guess that’s usually your role, isn’t it? Is anything you’ve ever said to me true?”

“Ah!” Frustration engulfed Ellie until she couldn’t speak. She just stood there, her hands on her hips, shaking her head and blinking.

She couldn’t do this, she suddenly realized. She didn’t want to lie to him. She didn’t want to fight with him. But she couldn’t tell him anything. And he was in the same predicament.
And, just like that, her anger with him turned in on herself and the situation. She started shaking. A violent trembling that signaled a loss of control…and the horrifying possibility of what she might become if she didn’t immediately rein it in. Anger, and now fear for Alex’s safety, warred within her as she struggled to keep her human form.

Without another word she turned and rushed for the back door, grabbing her keys off the kitchen counter. She had to get away from him and force herself to calm down before something terrible happened.

Alex grabbed her arm and whipped her around. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Away from you.”




Hyacinth
The Svatura Series
Book Two
Abigail Owen

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Cover Art: Debbie Taylor

About the Book:

Selene sacrificed everything when she took her brother’s place as ruler of the Vyusher—including her secret love for one-time adversary Griffin Aubrey. When nightmares that are just a little too real start, Selene fears she’s turned into a cold-blooded killer…the monster Griffin thinks she is.

Griffin and Ellie Aubrey are finally safe for the first time in over a hundred years, and Griffin doesn’t want to easily forgive the woman he blames for killing his family. But when an unknown menace drives Selene to leave her people and seek their help, Griffin must decide.

Can he move past his hatred of everything she is? Or will the bond that could bring them both the greatest joy now be the source of their deepest despair?


Excerpt #2 (506 words)

The nightmare had started the same as all the others….

She was in her wolf form which was always different than her human self—enhanced sight and more sensitive hearing, attuned to the sounds of the night, and her point of view was lower to the ground. In this dream, she’d been watching a house from the deep shadows of the woods. It was nighttime, and with the lights on inside the house she was watching, she had an easy view of the inhabitant—a middle-aged woman who appeared to be alone. The urge to hurt that woman filled her, overflowing into a barely contained snarl of aggression.

What is happening to me? Confusion swept through Selene. Her urge made absolutely no sense. She’d never deliberately harmed another being in her life.

She started to move, as though her body had a will of its own. She wasn’t in control, the need to kill dictating her actions. Selene prowled over to a small patio that extended from the back of the house. She stopped within feet of the structure and crouched low in a pool of moonlight. Her white form blended in perfectly, rendering her almost invisible.

And there she waited. But the rational part of Selene had no idea what she was waiting for exactly. It was as though her dream-self had been here before, stalked this woman, and knew something was about to happen.

Selene didn’t recognize where she was. She was sure she’d never been to this place when she was awake. What was she doing here? Panic started to set in, she could feel it in the thumping of her heart. Or maybe it wasn’t panic, maybe it was anticipation for the kill. Her thoughts were all tangled up. What was wrong with her?

The fur on her back bristled, and Selene realized that a moment of no return was fast approaching. Her keen hearing picked up the soft tread of the woman inside the house, followed by the click of the door handle. Her muscles coiled more tightly, ready to pounce. The door opened, a ray of light from inside just missing the spot where Selene was hidden, and the woman stepped out onto the patio.

Selene felt her body spring into the air.

No! No! No! She tried to hold herself back, make herself stop. But she couldn’t.

Screams pierced the night air, ringing in Selene’s ears as she slammed into the woman. Selene sank her sharp teeth into the sweet spot at the back of the woman’s neck. Bones crunched under the pressure of her jaws and the sharp, metallic taste of blood surged into her mouth. The woman continued her screeching, thrashing around hysterically under Selene’s deadly grasp. With a guttural growl, Selene clamped down harder before she shook the woman like a rag doll. She felt the satisfying crack when the woman’s neck snapped.

Then, as suddenly as the nightmare had started, darkness consumed her and she jerked awake to find she was safe in her bedroom.


Crimson Dahlia
The Svatura Series
Book Three
Abigail Owen

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Cover Art: Debbie Taylor

About the Book:

Lila Jenner left her family to start a new life away from Ramsey Pierce. After decades of rejection, she needs the chance to discover who she is without him. Helping to rebuild relationships between tribes of Svatura is just the opportunity she needs.

Determined that the fire raging inside him will never harm Lila, Ramsey denies the magical bond that could be theirs alone. But when an old enemy resurfaces and Lila disappears, he realizes he’ll do anything to win her back and make her his.

However, Maddox, driven by a centuries-old quest for revenge, is stronger than any of them ever imagined. Friends and enemies must band together against this shared threat. Even then, they may discover too late that one dragon is not always enough…

Excerpt #2 (300 words)

With a muttered curse, Ramsey closed his mouth over hers. His kiss was not gentle. He was to full of pent up need and frustration for gentle. He didn’t merely kiss.  He devoured her, his need was so great. She tasted of mint and a hint of the wine they’d had with dinner earlier that night.

Slowly, savoring each sensation, he moved his hands over her. Every delectable inch of her body. He couldn’t get enough of touching her. Every luscious curve under his hands spurred him to more intimacy. He swept one hand around her waist to her lower back and then inched his fingers under the elastic band of her undies.

Lila suddenly broke off their kiss with a sharp cry. She stepped back from him, realized that he could see all of her, and hurried over to a nearby bush to grab her dress.

That’s when Ramsey saw it. An ugly welt in the shape of a handprint was rising on the back side of her hip.

“Lila,” he choked.

She pulled her dress over her head. “Don’t. It’s not your fault.”

“I burned you.” The horror of what he’d done to her—and how much worse it could have been—doused every last desire in ice water.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” she said. She reached out for his hand, but he jerked away from her, stumbling in his haste.

“We need to get Hugh. He’ll heal it for you,” he said.

“No!” Lila shouted. She took a breath and spoke in a calmer tone. “There is no way I’m explaining to my dad how your handprint ended up burnt on my butt. It’s fine. It’ll heal on its own.”

“It’ll scar.”

She tipped up her chin. “I’ll live with that.”


Black Orchid
The Svatura Series
Book Four
Abigail Owen

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Cover Art: Debbie Taylor

About the Book:

Only oblivion can stop her pain.

Adelaide Jenner feels nothing… she is completely numb inside. Her fated love abandoned her and joined their enemy. On that day her sister turned off all Adelaide’s emotions in order to save her from a heartbreak that could push her over the edge of sanity. But the great power she claims, wielded without compassion or love, can only lead to pain.

Nate Pierce believes Adelaide used her extraordinary powers to deceive him all these years. So he destroyed a relationship he thought to be false and hungers for revenge. Now, Nate serves Maddox, unaware that his new leader is using him as a pawn in a bid to enslave or kill all Svatura.

The only hope of finally defeating Maddox is for Adelaide and her sisters to combine their growing powers against him. But the key to a Svatura’s power is the heart, and Adelaide is still missing hers.


Excerpt #2 (325 words)

“You can’t be here,” she said in a low, raspy voice.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you…. I just saved you!”

She raised her gaze to his, and Nate was stunned to see her green eyes were now glowing bright yellow.

“You don’t understand,” she whispered. “I could really hurt you. You need to leave. Now.”

Nate took a step closer to her. He could see that her slender body was quaking from head to toe.

Adelaide held up both her hands. “I can’t hold it in much longer. You really need to go.” The anguish in her voice concerned him. He could tell she was terrified, but it seemed to be for him, not because of him. She bent over and put her hands on her knees, sucking air into her lungs as fast as she could.

Nate took a step closer but hesitated. She’s a con artist, don’t forget.

But he also wasn’t exactly sure what was happening to her. As far as he knew, none of her powers were actually dangerous.

Suddenly Adelaide fell to her hands and knees. He could see her chest heaving as she struggled for control. Nate acted on pure instinct. Tapping into his speed, he was at her side in less than a blink. He wrapped his strong arms around her from behind, sat down on the ground, and pulled her in tightly to his body. Leaving one armed wrapped around her midriff, he started running his other hand through her hair in a soothing gesture.

Now that he was touching her, Nate was amazed her shaking wasn’t rattling her very bones. It was that violent. Definitely not faking it.

“Breathe.” Come on.

“I… can’t,” she choked out. He knew that if he could see her face, tears would be streaming down her cheeks. And he didn’t like it. It reminded him way too much of his dreams. But he couldn’t think about that right now.

About the Author:

Award-winning paranormal and contemporary romance author, Abigail Owen was born in Greeley, Colorado, and raised in Austin, Texas. She now resides in Northern California with her husband and two adorable children who are the center of her universe.

Abigail grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. A fourth generation graduate of Texas A&M University, she attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it.

Website/Blog: http://abigailowen.com/




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1 comment:

Abigail Owen said...

Thank you so much for hosting me! :) What is your favorite Halloween monster?