Paige Tailor Series Book One
Genre: YA/NA Paranormal Fantasy
Number of pages: 240
Cover Artist: Miriam Grunhaus
“Am I losing my mind?”
Paige couldn’t help but question her sanity. What other explanation could there be for her hearing a conversation held barely above a whisper in the back of a classroom full of students? What about coming home to find one of those very classmates lying in wait in the darkness of her home, ready to attack her?
Confused, frustrated and feeling every ounce of her social ostracism, Paige confides in the one person she’s always been able to count on: her mom. But when her mom reveals a deeply rooted, unbelievable family secret, Paige discovers her world is filled with more than she ever imagined possible. A world where fairytales live alongside nightmares and secrets are the glue that binds them together. Suddenly no one is who they seem and Paige is faced with more questions than answers. Can she survive in a world filled with creatures scarier than anything she could imagine and where deceit runs as thick as blood? Or will the truth send her over the edge?
I sat across from Jay, one of the guys known throughout HH as a slacker, and I listened to Mr. O drone on and on about the periodic table, compounds and atoms. I didn’t hear a word he said. I couldn’t seem to get my mind off of what happened this morning. It was the second time it’d taken place in a matter of days, which helped to eliminate the possibility that I’d imagined the entire thing the fi rst time. Unless, of course, I was losing my mind, which could very well be the case.
“Alright class, let’s open up our text to page four hundred and twenty two and read ourselves.” I fl ipped open my book with the rest of the class but I’d read the entire chapter on elemental change last night, so I decided to use the time to worry more about what was happening to me. What was happening to me? Th e question sent a chill down my spine and I wrapped my unzipped hoodie closer around me, a frown pinching my eyebrows together. I’m sure to anyone that
looked it seemed like I was concentrating on my reading. It’s what I would be doing aft er all. I was the kind of girl who paid attention in each period, did her homework and aced all of my classes, with the exception of PE. Graceful and athletic were two words you wouldn’t hear people use to describe me. More like shy and quiet. While my classmates read to themselves, I replayed the morning over and over in my head. I was up early, just as I started off each school day. I showered, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. As I packed my things into my bag, ready to head downstairs and out to my car, a white dusky light began in the palm of each of my hands. A tingling sensation accompanied the light causing me to drop my backpack.
I stared in disbelief, turning my hands palm up towards the ceiling; a trickle of fear mingled with curiosity warmed the core of my being. I brought my hands together, palm to palm and watched as the light grew stronger, casting a white luminance on the things surrounding me. Th e tingle grew stronger and began coursing up my arms. Scared, I pulled my hands apart and just as suddenly as it began, it stopped.
“A few minutes more class and we will jump straight into partner work.” Mr. O’s voice pulled me from my contemplating, and feeling no closer to an answer, I sighed as I closed my book. My head began to pound and I fl inched in response, pressing a fi nger into each of my temples. Th e pain fl ared, pulsed and began traveling down along my scalp to the back of my neck. I took a deep breath that shuddered in my lungs because I was trying to keep from crying out. I closed my eyes and laid my head on the table, hoping that its coolness would at least stop whatever was happening from getting worse. I had a brief moment of relief as the pain did ease in response to the cool touch of the tabletop. As the pain eased a roaring sound began to grow around me, fi ll my ears and my head. It was the sound of a million conversations being held at once. Indistinguishable voices all chattering together, some laughing, some intense, some whispering, some screaming. I fought to keep the scream building inside of me from tearing out of my throat. Just when I thought I was going to explode from the pain and the noise, it stopped. To go from so much intensity to dead silence was almost as painful. It was like the quiet had a sound and even though my classmates sat reading to themselves all around me, I felt like I could hear…something.
I looked around and found that no one was the wiser to what was going on with me. I turned back to my book and puzzled
over whatever that had been. And then, out of the silence, a single voice rose. I turned, expecting the owner of the voice to be sitting next to me. Jay was the only person there and he was playing with his cell, oblivious to me.
“Matt, Tommy, I am thrilled to know you are finding the reading so interesting that you’re discussing it amongst yourselves. Perhaps you’d like to share your fi ndings with the rest of the class?”
“I seriously doubt Matt wants the class to know that he’s been cheating on his girlfriend Samantha by hooking up with Rachel.” Oh no. Oh no no no no no! How had I known THAT? And why, oh why, did it come from my mouth, out loud, to
the entire class? I know how I knew. Matt’s voice was the one I’d heard earlier. How is that even possible? I didn’t have time to contemplate; I had a classroom full of people wondering the exact same thing judging by the looks on some of their faces. “How did you know that, Tailor?” I swung around and found myself face to face with Matt. I didn’t know if the surprise had time to register on my face before he was leaning down into it, his voice a controlled whisper.
“If I find out that you’ve been spying on me, you little nobody, you will wish you never let my name touch your lips.”
Th e hairs on my neck and arms came to life, and chills pricked along my skin. I couldn’t look away from his eyes. They’d
gone black as night with the exception of the pupils which were blazing gold. My tongue wouldn’t move my mouth was so dry. I couldn’t fi nd my voice and I was starting to shiver just as Mr. O stepped between us.
“Matthew, get back to your seat.” Th en he turned to the rest of the class as the bell rang. “Chapter fourteen for reading tonight, and be sure to answer the assessment questions at the end. You’re dismissed, with the exception of Matt, Tommy and Paige.” Mr. O left my side to head to his desk and I began gathering my things. Th ere was no way I’d heard a conversation between Matt and Tommy. No logical way anyhow. I mean, like any jock, the two idiots sat in the back of the classroom near the cheerleaders. And I was, of course, seated up front with the other geeks. Not a word I’d use to describe myself, but like any high school around we had cliques and categorizing and, well, when it came down to it, I guess it was just plain ol’ name calling.
I risked a glance over my shoulder at Matt and found him glaring at me and Tommy next to him pulling on his arm, trying to get his attention from the looks of it. I turned back around and finished putting my things in my bag. “Matt and Tommy, sit back down.” I stopped zipping my bag and looked up at Mr. O. “I don’t know what is going on between the three of you but that will be the last time it takes place in the middle of my classroom, am I understood?” I nodded my agreement and didn’t bother looking back at the two football jocks ruining my already shitty day.
“Paige you are one of my smartest, hardest working, goal oriented students. Let’s stick to what matters and stay out of the nonsense, okay?” Still unable to find my voice, I nodded again. “Okay, you can head to your next class, Paige.” I didn’t wait to hear what he said to Matt or Tommy, I finished zipping my backpack while standing and making my way to the door. “As for the two of you…” Mr. O’s voice faded as the door shut with a gentle whoosh behind me. Could this day get any weirder?
Lucky for me the rest of my day was uneventful, unless you count the stares from my fellow classmates as an event. On regular occasions they don’t bother acknowledging my existence. Today, however I swear I heard my name in whispered conversations. I was certain I’d even caught a few people pointing at me. By the last bell of the day I was so over the attention, imagined or not. I ducked through the halls and made my way to the car before most of the senior class made it outside of the school corridors. When I pulled into my driveway I heaved a sigh of relief. Home was my safe place. No one could make me feel paranoid here. I grabbed my backpack from the backseat and shut the car door. I leaned against the hood to gather my thoughts. It felt like within a few days’ time my life was out of control. Whatever
was happening to me was overwhelming my thoughts. I had to figure out what was going on. A substantial part of me thought I was losing my mind. White lights from my body, hearing noises, sounds and conversations the human ear can’t hear. It was too much. How on earth was I supposed to come up with a logical explanation for things like this? Yeah, the crazy was sounding much more plausible. I pushed away from the car and made my way up the front steps lost in thought. Surely I wasn’t insane. Someone can’t go from being okay and normal, to losing it within a day or two, right?
I shook my head hoping to dispel the dizzying thoughts that were going round and round in circles in my head and unlocked the front door. I stepped inside and closed it, then tossed my keys into the dish on the side table. The instant they hit the glass the hairs on the back of my neck sprung to life. I glanced up into the mirror above the side table in time to see a figure hurdling towards me. I had milliseconds to respond, but found my body taking control. I crouched just in time. Th e blur of a person passed by close enough to stir the loose strands of hair around my face. I spun around, still low to the ground and watched the person crash head first into the staircase banister, knocking them out. I waited there, stunned. I listened for other noises or sounds that might clue me into whether or not there were others or this person sprawled across the first landing of my staircase was alone. All I could hear was the thudding of my own heartbeat racing away. My pulse pounded in my ears and I knew that I needed to get a grip. Taking a deep breath, I stood and moved forward. As I did so, I began to make out subtle features of my almost attacker. The frame was small, petite even. And by the time I made it to her face, I had a name: Rachel. Yeah, the same Rachel that I told the entire class was messing around with her friend’s boyfriend. News travels fast. Maybe I wasn’t so paranoid aft er all. I kneeled beside her to make sure she was okay and found her breathing fine. In fact, aft er examining her, I couldn’t find a single injury on her despite watching her hit the railing head first. What is that about? I left Rachel and walked the entire fi rst fl oor just to be sure I
was right and she was alone. I checked for her point of entry but couldn’t find anything to show me how she’d managed to get in. I’d expected broken glass from a window or a smashed lock, but my quick inspection turned up nothing and I didn’t have time to be more thorough. What now? Mom was going to walk in the door any second. I had a decision to make. Did I let her come in and find Rachel and tell her about the things that have been happening to me, or do I get Rachel the heck out of my house and try to figure this crap out on my own?
I paced the front hall for a minute, going back and forth with what I wanted. A part of me wanted to tell. The freaky crap going on with me has to have some kind of explanation, even if it is one I don’t want to face. What if mom is no more clued in about any of it than I am? Worse, what if she doesn’t believe me? Thinks I’ve gone mental and wants to call in a doctor or something? Yeah, no thanks, decision made. It was time to get Rachel out of my house. I braced myself as I kneeled and grabbed her ankles. I wasn’t the strongest person; this was going to hurt. She had to go though, and she had to go now. I was running out of time. I took a deep breath, planted my feet and pulled. I was all the way to the back
door before I realized I wasn’t even out of breath. Odd. Lucky for me we lived on a few acres in the hills. Our house
was bordered by trees. Our yard backed into the El Dorado National Forest. Th e thickest point of brush and outcroppings laid to the left of our fence and that was where I pulled and stowed Rachel. I knew mom wouldn’t be able to see her back here if she just so happened to look out of our kitchen window. I put Rachel as comfortable as I could and sprinted back to the house. I washed my hands, double checked the area I’d almost been attacked in and was grabbing a soda from the fridge just as mom opened the front door. I turned towards her as she dropped her keys into the same little dish I’d done the same with not thirty minutes ago.
“Hey sweetie, how was your day?” We crossed paths as I made my way to the living room and she headed towards the kitchen. She kissed my forehead and went to drop her things next to the dining table. “It was okay. I was going to try and fi nd something to veg out to on TV for a bit, but I think I’ll head upstairs to start on some homework instead.”
I passed the living room and stopped at the bottom of the stairs to turn back to her. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll start dinner soon; I need to make a couple of calls before I change out of my work clothes and head into the kitchen.”
“Okay, I’ll be in my room if you need me.” “I’ll call you when it’s ready hun.” I was to my room before she fi nished her sentence. I closed the door behind me and went to my desk to grab a notebook and pen. I happened to glance out of my window and almost jumped out of my pants when I saw Rachel standing just beyond our back fence, looking up at me. I couldn’t make out the features on her face, as she was much too far away. We stood there, locked in a staring contest for what seemed like hours. She broke first and took off into the woods. Aft er holding my breath for so long, it was a relief to plop onto my bed. I placed my can of soda on the bedside table, closed my eyes and laid my head against my propped knees. I let my thoughts go and concentrated on breathing and breathing alone.
Five minutes later, I lift ed my head and grabbed the pen and paper. I scrambled to get my formulating thoughts out in writing before they were lost to me. Once I was done I put the pen down and read what I’d written back to myself. There was no other explanation for what happened in science class. I didn’t have the slightest idea about the white light and
weird sensation from the last two mornings. But today, in class, I was ninety-nine percent certain I was on the right path as I read my own words scribbled across the lines. I heard Matt’s thoughts.
First, what an interesting twist on Faeries! If you read the excerpt, you’ll see where Paige spills a big secret about a jock… A secret she should never know. The book starts out with a normal teenage high school student and ends with a whirlwind of supernatural mysteries and royalty and new found powers. If you’re a fan if Faeries and magic, this one is for you.
I really like that most if the book is told in First person by Paige but I also like the third person POV’s from side characters as well. It gives you much more insight into the story and helps explain what’s happening. This makes for such good story telling. It had me sucked into the book so I needed to know what would happen next. The writing is great and because of the differences in POV’s it’s also unique. Not too many authors pull this off!
I think Paige is funny. She seems like the typical worrier nerd. She makes good grades, she does her homework, she doesn’t skip class. And then she starts having these “incidents” and things begin to change. I don’t think her personality changes but everyone has a coping method 🙂 And when she finds out some big ole secret about her family, her mom included, things get a little crazy!
I really like the twists that are put on the Faery story. I also like that this is more in the fantasy side, as romance isn’t a big part of the plot but also that the romance that is there is surprising. The first book leaves you with some questions to be answered so I look forward to having those questions answered in book 2! I think this’ll be a fun new series I’ll enjoy!! 4 MAGICAL PAWS!!
First, tell me a little about your book and why you wanted to write this particular story….
~ Black Moon is about a soon to be eighteen year old girl at the end of high school who has been socially outcast by her peers, but mostly by her own doing. She enjoys her solitude, but a lot of those feelings come from being awkward around crowds and people, especially those her own age. She’s independent, but that’s because she’s never really had a friend other than her mom. There isn’t anything particularly unique about her…or so she thinks. Her entire world changes when odd things begin happening to her, including being able to hear the conversation between a couple of classmates that aren’t sitting anywhere near her. Things only get odder as her day progresses. Soon she is immersed in a world thick with supernaturals, rampant with lies, but filled with an undercurrent of self-discovery.
I wanted to write this story because paranormal, supernatural anything gets my blood pounding and my heart racing. It’s what I love to read. And I’ve had the idea for my own story brewing for quite some time. YA because it’s where the story felt most comfortable. Paige is very much a sheltered, naïve teenager. She knows very little about the real world and then she is thrust into an entirely new world. Since she barely knows how to navigate the world/life she’d been living in for 18 years, discovering and trying to learn the ropes of this new life is almost too much for her and it becomes apparent in her fluctuating temperament.
Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?
~I guess I’ve always just known? I’ve been writing since I was a kid. It started as really, really bad poetry and escalated into short stories. By the 4th grade I was mapping out ideas for novels. I even entered a writing contest and won. It was school-wide and the winner got to have their book bound and put into my elementary school library. So “Fifth Grade Stinks” should still be there somewhere. LOL!
What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?
~Black Moon is my first novel and my bestie is the one that inspired me to write it.
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
~It’s based on a little bit of everything really. Paige definitely has a lot of my personality in her. But you’ll find some of me in all of my characters. And a little of everyone I know in some of them as well. But the actual experiences themselves are just things I’ve made up.
How do you choose when/which characters die in your books?
~Usually during the outlining process, when I first begin drawing up my ideas for how the basic storyline will progress. But sometimes it’s just something along the lines of, “_____ character will die here” because I’ll know I want this to happen, but I am unsure of which character until I start to unfold more of my plot.
Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
~Absolutely, there is so much amazing talent out there and so many people have a story to tell. I enjoy reading just as much as I enjoy writing, so I am always on the lookout for new, upcoming amazing talent. Right now, there is this book that I just read and I can’t stop thinking about. The authors name is Rustin Petrae and his novel is titled Book One: Dragon. I couldn’t put the thing down. He has such raw talent for story and world building.
Who do you look up to as a writer?
~Kim Harrison, hands down. She is such an amazing writer.
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?
~Yes, of course. I think most authors have things they’d love to go back and change or add into the story. We learn so much along the way and we get so much amazing feedback. But that just means future books will be THAT much better. =)
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
~Keeping the story from lulling too much. I mean, your entire book can’t be action-packed. LOL! But even down time should hold your reader’s interest and I definitely struggle with that. As a reader, I always expect there to be points throughout the story that aren’t as “fun”, but good books make the good so amazing that the down time is easy to bypass.
What book are you reading now? Or what genre? My followers love author’s opinions!
~I am a hardcore Paranormal, Fantasy lover. My tastes usually run in the YA area, but I love a good adult book too. I am currently reading a book called Towers by Matthew Bryant. So far it’s a fantastic read!
Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?
~My cover artist is the very talented, Miriam Grunhaus. She did a phenomenal job bringing Paige to life.
Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?
~It’ll sound kind of cliché, but writing has taught me to never give up. To keep pushing forward no matter what anyone else thinks. That giving up on my dreams isn’t an option. If I’d given up after being told no, I wouldn’t have a published book with a second one in the works.
If you could be one of your characters, who would you chose?
~Naialah. She is the epitome of bad ass-ness. LOL!
Are there any books you think some of us should read, just because?
~I’m always going to recommend my favorite series ever by Kim Harrison: The Hollows series with Rachel Morgan. The first book is Dead Witch Walking. But I have to give a shout out to fellow indie author’s Ashley Madau, Carol Van Atta and Alison Beightol. Their respective books, Morningside, I Kissed a Dog and Blood Betrayal are fantastic reads!
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
~Thank you. I have some of the best fans. I’ve received so much support and its truly surprised and humbled me.
Thank you so much for that wonderful interview!! I couldn’t agree more that Ms. Kim Harrison is wonderful! 🙂
About the Author:
There were three things Jessica loved to do growing up; reading, writing and playing music. She discovered her love for writing at a young age, when she realized she could create anything she wanted with words. Jessica lives in Sacramento, CA with her husband, four children, a goldfish named Sparkle and their cat, Talula. When she isn’t working on the next Paige Tailor novel, taking her children to one activity or another, or folding the never ending laundry of a six person family, Jessica enjoys playing her clarinet in the community band, reading while enjoying a cup of coffee or heading to the theater and catching a movie with her husband.
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