Unorthodox
A Kendra Spark
Novel, #1
by S. Peters-Davis
Date of
Publication: September 15th 2017
Publisher:
Books We Love Publishing
Cover
Artist: CoverUp.Net
Genre:
Paranormal Suspense-Thriller Romance
Book
Tagline: Kendra’s ability of
communicating with the dead is requested by her FBI criminal analyst friend to
stop a killer from murdering agents.
Series
Tagline: Kendra sees ghosts, and
then her BFF, Jenna, becomes one. The two friends and FBI agent Derek Knight
fight for justice to the victims of heinous crimes.
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interview
with S. Peters-Davis
Hello Miley and everyone at “Book Junkie Reads.” Thank you so
much for your support and for hosting me (S. Peters-Davis, author of
paranormal, suspense-thriller romance, Unorthodox, A Kendra Spark Novel).
I’d also like to thank your followers for taking a moment to stop in for a
quick visit…Thank You: )
What
are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year and next?
I’m presently writing, Secret:
At HL Woods – written as DK Davis (YA author pseudonym) to complete for
release on January 1st, 2018. Plus I’m working on Malevolent, book 2 of the Kendra Spark
Novels, hoping to release in early summer of 2018. And I’ve been working on a
new project with another author, Jake
& Sam, Twisted Tales of Freakish Fun (a mid-grade book of short stories
for boys) to complete by fall of 2018 (or before).
Then I’ll get to work on Secret:
Of Amber Eyes for mid-winter release in 2019.
Do you
feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows
naturally for you?
I think it’s both…something I’ve done for all of my life for the
“flow naturally,” but the “ingrained process” part needed to be honed in order
to flow naturally for my plotting, character sketches and relationship
development (and that will always be work in progress).
Do you
have a character that you have been working on for a long time that still isn't
quite ready, but fills you with excitement to work on the story?
It’s actually Kendra Spark, the story-star of Unorthodox. She has so much potential
for growth, but the budding romance between her and Derek Knight truly excites
me – as in awkward to blissful. I can’t wait for it to unfold and heat up in
the coming books.
Where
would you spend one full year, if you could go ANYWhere? What would you do with
this time?
I’ve always wanted to go to Maine and stay in a cottage on
Moosehead Lake. I would most definitely be writing like a mad-dog the whole
time (that is when I’m not site-seeing along the beautiful forests and
lakes/ocean).
Thanks again, TBJR: )
BLURB
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery
romance author and communicator with the dead, is requested to hop on the first
flight to D.C.
Jenna Powers, FBI criminal
analyst and estranged best friend of Kendra, gets ghosticized in a fatal
accident before relaying all the details of the FBI killer case.
Derek Knight, a dedicated FBI
Special Task Force agent, takes lead on the case.
The investigation into the FBI
agent killings continues as Kendra, Jenna – yes, even after death – and Derek
work together on the case before Director of the Special Task Force Jackson
Powers’ number is up. He’s Jenna’s father and the end-game of the killer’s target
list.
Somehow the elusive killer
remains undetected, until Kendra’s unique ability produces results and a final
possibility at stopping his killing spree before it’s too late.
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Excerpt:
From the
Author Review Copy: The scene – Derek has Kendra in a casual interrogation room
inside the FBI building – D.C. location
The door
opened and Jackson Powers entered before I could respond.
He
glanced around the room stopping when he saw me; his red rimmed eyes spoke
volumes. I clearly remembered his presence, a straightforward man, full of
confidence and direction, but in this moment he appeared like a man broken. I
rose and reached for a hand shake. Instead, he grabbed my hand and pulled me
into a big bear hug.
“I’m so
very sorry about Jenna. Sorry for your loss, for my loss…” Muscles tensed
around my vocals and cut off the words.
Tears
spilled from both of us. Derek stepped out of the room, clicking the door
closed.
“Jenna
told me she was meeting with you today, going to show you the city sights.”
Jackson held me for a few more minutes, patting my back and telling me it
wasn’t my fault.
The
thought of the accident initially being my fault had never entered my mind. Why
would that thought cross his? I stepped back. Obviously he hadn’t received the
latest details of the accident, but even so why would he consider that I’d feel
responsible. Even if I questioned that maybe I could have done something to
stop her in some way, she did save that boy. “Not sure what you mean…in
thinking it could be my fault?”
His eyes
widened, maybe a little startled at my blatant question. “I assumed Jenna ran
after a little culprit that grabbed your purse or something much worse. She
must have gotten caught up in the chase to run in front of on-coming traffic.”
His face softened. “Kendra, I know Jenna, there was nothing you could have done
to stop her. She’s always been head-strong…was always
head-strong,”
he corrected himself, then his voice cracked, and suddenly something occurred
to me.
Jackson
isn’t privy to Jenna and Derek’s manhunt for the FBI killer, nor the reason I’m
here. Of course. Jenna had tagged along to certain crime scenes while she was
still in college, but from all that I remembered, Jackson wanted her profiling
cases strictly inside the building. She had access to all the crime scenes from
pictures and files on her laptop. At least she always used to complain about
his restrictions, and I couldn’t imagine he would allow her in the field on a
serial killer task force, unless things had changed in the last couple years.
There’d
been a few close calls on other cases, some of the agent’s family members being
abducted or being used for negotiation, leverage. While in college, Jenna told
me all the rules her father had enforced if she were to join in any of the FBI
cases. He protected her, and now she had returned the favor…to her demise.
Jenna and
Derek were hunting the serial killer behind Jackson’s back.
There was
a tap on the door and Derek stepped in. His brows were drawn close, eyes
narrowed, perhaps his expression of concern. “Sir, I thought Kendra might be
hungry. She hasn’t eaten all day.” He smiled at me, and then looked back at
Jackson. “I’m headed out for a late lunch and thought I’d take her with me.”
Jackson’s
lips pressed together. He finally lifted his chin toward me. “Well, of course.
We certainly wouldn’t want anyone going hungry now, would we,” more of a
statement than a question. He patted my shoulder. “Go on, Kendra. We can
continue our talk later. I’d like to hear exactly what happened to my daughter
from someone who was there to witness it.”
Derek
grasped my elbow and led me toward the door.
Instead
of following, Jackson released a long breathy sigh and sat on the couch. “Shut
the door behind you, Derek. And tell Darla I don’t wish to be disturbed.”
My heart
swelled huge behind my ribcage, again the confining weight pressing in on my
ability to breathe. I couldn’t imagine the emotional maelstrom Jackson was
going through. I knew only my own turbulent ride. Now I needed to get some
facts straight; it was my turn to interrogate Derek.
Author Info
S. Peters-Davis writes
multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller,
especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing,
editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren,
or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
She also writes YA paranormal,
supernatural novels as DK Davis.
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