Blood & Milk: Tainted Dreams
by Danielle Farman
Release Date: May 22nd
Publisher: Vamptasy
Blurb:
Maya's
quiet life changes beyond recognition when she meets and falls in love with
Adrian. Just when she thinks her life of loneliness and pain is over, she
learns that Adrian has a secret. The shy but sexy guitarist is tormented by
blood lust. He and his fellow band members are vampires. Their leader,
Nicholas, believes they are messengers of God sent to do His will by murdering
the sinners of the world. Maya fights for her life and sanity as she tries to
save Adrian from Nicholas' grasp.
Q&A
with the author
1. Most of my favorite authors
are indie or self-pubbed, what made me you decide to go that route? And what
made you decide on Vamptasy?
I
adore many indie and self-pubbed authors too! I was recommended by a friend to
send my manuscript to Vamptasy, so I looked them up. I loved their way of doing
things and how friendly they appeared.
2. Do you have any advice for
other writers?
Honestly,
don’t give up on your dreams! I never thought I would ever have a novel
published yet here I am! Never push yourself too much. Enjoy writing and revel
in your amazing imagination.
3. If you had to choose, which
writer would you consider the biggest influence in your writing?
That
is a tough one! My all-time favourite author is Stephen King. I admire how
blunt and ‘straight to the point’ he is. People are often criticized for what
they write, but he never cared. I remember an interview I read with King. He
was asked something like ‘why do you write about such scary things?’ and he
replied ‘why do you assume I have a choice?’ In school I was often made fun of
and criticized for my style of writing and themes, and after reading those wise
words of Stephen Kings I smiled and carried on writing what I enjoyed to write
about. My style is obviously different than his, but he influenced me in this
way.
5. Okay, those were some
pretty basic questions. Let’s get a bit more personal. How much of Blood and
Milk is based on actually life experience?
Parts
of it are loosely based on life occurrences, such as some of the less extreme
experiences the characters have with bullies. What Maya see’s when she is out
at night in the town is very much real. That’s the scary part. And I know a
bunch of vampires who live together in a cellar. Just kidding.
6. What is one of your writing
quirks? Do you plot out your books or just freely write them and let the
characters tell you what to do next?
I
always try to plan my books as best I can before writing them, but characters
have an amazing ability to change beneath your fingertips as you type. They
surprise me sometimes, and do the craziest things.
7. Any song or songs that
could basically sum up the overall mood of Blood and Milk?
8. Describe yourself in three
words.
9. Besides being an amazing
writer, what else do you feel you need to accomplish before you die?
There
are so many things! I would love for my novels to inspire people. I am actually
currently pregnant with my first child, so I hope to accomplish being an
awesome mother too! And possibly be taken on by an alternative modeling agency
at some point as I also enjoy doing alternative modeling as a hobby.
Excerpt from Blood & Milk:
When I had found her lying there I debated whether she was just sleeping. Her dead body lay there perfectly, like someone lying in their coffin. Her hair was tainted red, but it was placed so caringly on her shoulders. The white dress had been made presentable, just passing her knees. Her hands were positioned on her stomach, one on top of the other. My mind had discarded the wound on her neck, and the blood on her dress. It was her fingers, and the missing nails. All ten fingers and thumbs rested on her dress without nails. I just stood there, staring at her hands. I noticed the blood underneath them, and so curiosity took over. Blankly and mechanically, I had lifted her hands, cringing at how cold they felt.
I screamed and threw myself away from her, landing on my front as I attempted to turn away. My scream had ripped through the silent air. It was too loud, so I covered my mouth. I twisted my body around to check what I had seen was real. Seeing it again made me taste vomit in my mouth. It burned in my throat. It was then I noticed the gaping hole in her neck. This image was the beginning of so many tainted dreams.
I could see her everywhere. Her face appeared in the bark of the trees. The knots in the wood became her eyes. Every branch on the ground was her listless body, still waiting to be found. A supermarket bag became her dress, and the red leaves on the ground was a sea of her blood. I swore I could still smell her rotting body. It mixed together with the smells of nature, and cold air.
The sleeping zombie still lay slumbering in my mind, and I could see her everywhere I looked in the forest. Her blood tainted my mind, while Adrian’s secret tainted my life.
This sick reality was eating away at my already fragile mind. Adrian’s blood was contaminated by sinful desires. Those dreams of his blood falling into milk were a reality. Nicholas seen me as the problem. He seen it as my milk was contaminating Adrian’s blood. Nicholas, my antagonist. I hated him with ever inch of my body and soul. But I would keep Adrian sane. He is my love. I was the prayer to his tainted dreams, even though he was the cause of mine.
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Excerpt from Blood & Milk:
At some point down the line I had
tried to walk through that forest again. I had tried to face those trees. They
stood tall, hanging over me, knowing the truth. The earth beneath my sodden
boots had tasted her blood, and so had the fallen leaves and overgrown grass.
Nature was a hushed spectator. The trees whispered words of judgment as I
passed by them. Gently, they moved together, watching me. I had felt their
presence that day as well. The day I found Jemma. The world had been silent
like the grave, holding its breath as it waited for me to find her. Nature
would judge me for loving Adrian.
When I had found her lying there I debated whether she was just sleeping. Her dead body lay there perfectly, like someone lying in their coffin. Her hair was tainted red, but it was placed so caringly on her shoulders. The white dress had been made presentable, just passing her knees. Her hands were positioned on her stomach, one on top of the other. My mind had discarded the wound on her neck, and the blood on her dress. It was her fingers, and the missing nails. All ten fingers and thumbs rested on her dress without nails. I just stood there, staring at her hands. I noticed the blood underneath them, and so curiosity took over. Blankly and mechanically, I had lifted her hands, cringing at how cold they felt.
I screamed and threw myself away from her, landing on my front as I attempted to turn away. My scream had ripped through the silent air. It was too loud, so I covered my mouth. I twisted my body around to check what I had seen was real. Seeing it again made me taste vomit in my mouth. It burned in my throat. It was then I noticed the gaping hole in her neck. This image was the beginning of so many tainted dreams.
Those memories were vivid in my
mind as I walked there once more. I recalled phoning the police, and then
waiting for them. I had just stood there staring at her. The trees watched all
of this, and the wind gently wept.
I could see her everywhere. Her face appeared in the bark of the trees. The knots in the wood became her eyes. Every branch on the ground was her listless body, still waiting to be found. A supermarket bag became her dress, and the red leaves on the ground was a sea of her blood. I swore I could still smell her rotting body. It mixed together with the smells of nature, and cold air.
The sleeping zombie still lay slumbering in my mind, and I could see her everywhere I looked in the forest. Her blood tainted my mind, while Adrian’s secret tainted my life.
This sick reality was eating away at my already fragile mind. Adrian’s blood was contaminated by sinful desires. Those dreams of his blood falling into milk were a reality. Nicholas seen me as the problem. He seen it as my milk was contaminating Adrian’s blood. Nicholas, my antagonist. I hated him with ever inch of my body and soul. But I would keep Adrian sane. He is my love. I was the prayer to his tainted dreams, even though he was the cause of mine.
About the Author:
Danielle was born in Aberdeen, in
the North East of Scotland and lives in her beloved bungalow with her boyfriend
and several pets she likes to call her 'familiars'. She enjoys writing,
reading, going on long walks while listening to music and modeling as her alter
ego Jester Jinx. Danielle mainly writes paranormal romance and horror stories.
It has been her dream since the age of five to be a published author.
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