Bring Me to Life by Emma Weylin: Interview & Giveaway

Bring Me to Life

Time Walkers

Book 1

Emma Weylin

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Liquid Silver Books

Date of Publication: September 29, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-622110-153-5

ASIN: B00N740ED4

Number of pages: 162

Word Count: 64,000

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs

Book Description:

Being dead sucks, or so Vincent Asher believes. He’s spent the last two hundred years of his death battling vampires because his boss won’t let him kill demons. Known as a force called the Wraith, Vincent has become bored with preventing the apocalypse. When he hopes his boss will give him a more exciting assignment, he gets the shock of his afterlife. He must protect the woman who killed him.

Bryna Wildrose accidently killed the only man she ever loved. In a self-imposed death sentence, she’s spent the last ten years of her life trying to get herself killed. She never meant to kill Vincent, and the guilt is eating her alive. A vampire gives her a dire warning. The Wraith is coming for her. She can run, or she can let death take her.

Given no choice, Vincent goes back in time to find the one woman he loved more than life itself, but when he expected to torment her for causing his death, he learns nothing is what he believed it to be. Real love never dies, but Vincent’s power might not be enough to keep Bryna alive.

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Excerpt:

Prologue

Death sucked. Sure, the women were hot and the ability to move back and forth through time to fend off the apocalypse was entertaining, but even the afterlife could become monotonous. Fast times and even faster women had become his stint in existence. True, such things as illness and pesky bullets couldn’t kill him any longer, but Wraith was getting bored. At some point in the last two hundred years he decided his fate had been Hell instead of Time Walker limbo; he’d just been too naïve to know it at the time of his death. Actually, it was probably about the time he’d earned his moniker instead of going by his Earthly name.

He ducked down when a vampire swung at him with a two-by-four. He popped up, caught the board on its second swing, cracked it over his knee, and then stabbed the undead with the sharp end. Why should he have to endure Hell by his lonesome? The vampire burst into a smoky cloud of ash which fell to the alley before it was gently blown away.

Wraith looked at his watch.

New York City, 1939. He pulled his crumpled list out of his pocket and checked where he was supposed to go next. New Orleans, 2085. Great. There was nothing worse than having to go to the largest vampire nest in North America, but they were still boring. He perked up a little. Maybe it wasn’t a vampire this time and he’d get another crack at a demon. Those were always so much more interesting to kill when Felix decided to let him, which wasn’t very often.

He checked his list again and watched as all his assignments vanished one by one.

Shit.

What the hell had he done now to get in trouble? He’d been good for the last decade—well, there had been that one night in a Hestia temple with two virgins, but it hadn’t been his fault. They’d asked him to stay. Besides, that was five years ago. Surely he wasn’t getting into trouble for that.

Headquarters appeared on the page in big glowing letters. He walked down the alley and visualized headquarters, and the imagery around him blurred from dank, garbage-ridden streets to bright white halls lined with gold trim.

Yep.

He was in Hell all right.

He walked down the hall with its never-changing view until a large door out of nowhere swung open.

“Get your ass in here!” Felix bellowed.

“I’m here.”

“You’re late,” he snapped.

Wraith arched a brow at him, but didn’t say anything. Felix was like a bazillion years older than he and could send his ass back to the Bronze Age to deal with babes who didn’t know how to bathe or shave. “Yeah, so sue me. What did I do this time?”

“We found out the point in time that causes the apocalypse. It’s your job to go stop it.”

Wraith sighed. Same old, same old. When was he going to get an exciting assignment? He stuck out his hand for the transparent cellophane-like material Felix handed to him and looked down at the forming image. Two hundred years of annoying monotony drained away as raw rage boiled in his system. “No. I’m not doing the job.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “You’re not supposed to kill her, dumbass. You’re supposed to protect her.”

Wraith glared at his asshole superior. “Like hell I am. Find someone else, or I guess it’s The Apocalypse Meets the Twenty-third Century.”

“It’s this or judgment.”

Wraith started to curse. “You’re kidding me? I have to save that bitch or you’re going to throw my ass in Hell?”

“Yeah, ain’t the afterlife a bitch?” Felix said without sympathy. “Get going. I need you there a day before the main attraction.”

Wraith pulled out his assignment sheet and looked at the time. It was the day before what should have been his twenty-eighth birthday. He’d never had an assignment so close to his death date before. That wasn’t affecting him nearly as much as having to save the life of the woman who killed him.

About the Author:

Emma Weylin fell in love with the written word as a child. She loves to create her own worlds full of magic and wonder. One of her favorite things is populating those worlds with interesting and true-to-life characters who experience everything from epic love and heartrending battles to seriously silly or embarrassing “duh” moments. She believes love can and does conquer all things. When she’s not writing, she enjoys her family and has a copious yarn addiction.

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Interview:

Please welcome Bring Me to Life author Emma Weylin to Diane's Book Blog.

What is your favorite part of the story, Bring Me to Life: Time Walkers Book 1? 

Without giving anything away?  I love how Vincent owns his mistakes. He’s made a few colossal ones, but he fully owns them, but refuses to let anyone saddle him with the mistakes of others.  I also love how Bryna appears to have given up, but can’t seem to let herself fall into a fatal tailspin while continuing to help people around her, even though she helps in unconventional ways without feeling sorry for herself.

How long did it take you to write Bring Me to Life?

Ha!  I keep meticulous writing records.  I started the book November 21, 2010.  I wrote the first 50,000 words by November 29, and then life distracted me.  I didn’t pick the book up again until May 2, 2014.  I had the last 10,000-ish words written by the next evening. So, depending on how you look at it, I took either 11 days or 3 ½ years.

What inspired you to write your first book?

I have a fantasy world I’ve been working on for years.  I can’t remember a time I haven’t been working on that world.  One day I sat down and decided I was going to learn how to write a novel so I could tell the story of that world.  The world is called Elburon and I still work on it from time to time while I work on other stories and in other worlds.

What is your favorite book that you wrote?

 

My current favorite book also has my all-time favorite character.  The novel is contracted with the Lyrical Press imprint of Kensington Corp.  It doesn’t have a release date yet, but is in the publisher’s editing phase. It’s called Undying Hope and will be the first book in the Undying Chronicles series.  The character is named Quinn Donovan.

Who or what inspired you to be a writer?

My paternal grandmother. She wrote poetry for most of her life.  When I was a child, she wrote a fairytale for my siblings and me.  That was the point I realized I might be able to write fairytales. My writing grew from there.

How do you overcome writer’s block?

I do something else creative.  I like to crochet.  Knitting and I don’t get along, but I love to try.  I also have other various craft projects on my To Do’s list.  I find working with my hands frees my mind to work on my next story without the pressure of having to get something written.  I go through what I call Creative Seasons.  When I try to fight passed it and write anyway, the writing is always flat, but if I listen to my natural rhythm, I don’t suffer writer’s block.  I simply take the break my brain is telling me I need, and when I come back to it, I write like mad for a few months, and then it’s time to put it away again.

What do you prefer paperback, hardcover, or ebooks? 

I prefer ebooks.  I am dyslexic. The text-to-speech feature on my 3rd Generation Kindle allows me to “read” at the rate I want to read instead of having to stumble through a novel feeling as if I can’t grasp simple written concepts.

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