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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

My guest Aoife Marie Sheridan interrogates her main character from the new PNR release Hunters #contest

Today I have a fascinating guest post to share from author Aoife Marie Sheridan. She's about to interrogate her main character Abigail from the new PNR release Hunters. Also be sure to check out her great contest at the bottom of this post.


Character Interview Interrogation

Conducted By Steven (The REOTE)

With:  Abigail (Demon Hunter) MAIN CHARACTER

I sat in a small interrogation room alone. My foot drummed nervously on the floor. A large mirror covered the far wall. I wondered how many people were watching me. Was everyone else left in a room? This was unfair. They would never leave me alone. I stood and walked to the glass, looking at my reflection while raising my middle finger and smirked. That should cause a few priests to fall to their knees. I turned away as the door opened and Steven came in.
“Please sit down, Abigail,” he said. I hated this man. I sat down, facing the glass as he sat on the other side, placing a file on the table along with a recorder. He opened the file, straightening it on the table and removed a pen from his pocket. He was taking his sweet time. He pressed two buttons on the recorder and the tape inside started to spin. “This is an interview with Abigail Thornton,” he spoke clearly.
“An interrogation,” I said close to the recorder, interview my ass. He stopped the tape, looking annoyed. I raised my hands. “What? You got your words mixed up. I was trying to help!” I smiled.
“Don’t speak unless I ask you a question,” he said I didn’t answer, but sat silently. He started again, hitting the two buttons on the recorder. “This is an interview with Abigail Thornton.” He looked at me and seemed happy that I hadn’t interfered. “Could you state your full name?” he asked while looking at it in my file. Was this guy for real? This was so stupid.
“Mary Poppins,” I answered.
His face became stone and he slammed the buttons on the recorder to stop it. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“I’ve done nothing wrong!”
“Then just answer our questions if you’ve done nothing wrong and withhold no information. You have nothing to worry about. It’s a simple chat.”
“Then why am I in an interrogation room?” I asked.
“This is just a chat, Abigail.”
“Oh, really?” I looked around the room. “Then what’s with me being locked in a room?” I stood. “And who’s behind the glass?” I said, knocking on it. “And what’s with the recorder? I’m sorry, but this looks very much like an interrogation room, so just admit it!”
“Fine, Sherlock, it’s an interrogation room. Now, please sit back down.”
 I did while folding my arms to cover the tremble in my hands. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” His face tightened; his lips set in a thin line. “Can we start now?” I didn’t answer and we began again. “What is your full name?”
“Abigail Mary Thornton.”
“What age are you?”
“Tell me about Father Peter.”
I looked at Steven. He already knew this. I let out a breath.  “Fine. Father Peter is my guardian. He has been since I was eleven years old.”
“Is it correct that both your parents are deceased?”
 My back became ridged. “You already know the answer,” I said.
“Just answer the question, Abigail.”
“Yes, both my parents are deceased.”
“How did you meet Daniel?”
 My body froze and I told it to relax. “At School.”
“You met him at school?”
“Yes, isn’t that what I just said?”
“Yet, there is no record of Daniel Angelo attending your school.”
 I almost laughed at the surname name that Zee had created for himself. Very fitting.
“But you just said that you met him at school.” Steven was looking pissed now.
“I did.”
“Abigail!” he warned.
“He hung out at my school, but didn’t attend it,”
“Did you ever go to his home, meet his family?”
 They had all this information about where Zee was from. He had created his whole family tree, birth certificate, and all. You name it. It was all in the system. I was never sure how he got everything. I just assumed that he could with being an angel and all.
“It just never came up,” I said.
“You weren’t suspicious?”
“I was a seven-year-old so, no, suspicion wasn’t a part of my nature.”
What was with the questions about Zee? He had always passed. My stomach tightened with queasiness.
“Now, Abigail, this interview is being conducted due to the loss of two civilians, so I want to ask you some questions about that.”
I nodded.
“Who was with you on these occasions?”
“Daniel,” I answered.
“Daniel who?”
“Daniel Angelo was with me.”
“On Both?”
“No, just one.”
He raised his hands, looking confused. “Who was with you the second time?”
“No one.”
“Because it was out of hours.” This was not the standard procedure.
“I’m sorry, what do you mean by out of hours?”
I stared at him for a few moments.
 “A spirit approached me.” He started writing. “The tape recorder is catching all,” I said, earning another hard look.
“So you see spirits?”
 I squirmed in my chair. “Sometimes… and you know all of this, Steven. Why are you asking?”
“Just answer the questions, Abigail. Tell me about the little boy you saw.”
My face fell and Steven smirked. Blake the asshole told him. “I saw a boy. I can only believe you’re referring to the car accident?”
“Why? Was there more occasions than one? And don’t lie.”
 I had nothing to hide. “I’ve seen him three times now.”
“What did he want?” he asked.
“I’m not sure.” It was a half-truth. Yeah, Sam wanted me to find mom’s letter, but I still didn’t know why. Maybe it was to let her go, but I didn’t feel that’s what he had sent me there for, yet he hadn’t appeared since I had found them.
“Did you recognize him?”
I stayed silent for a moment while swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You will have to speak up,” Steven said.
I gave him a hard look. “I said yes! He was my brother.”
 His head shot up. Surprise, for the first time throughout the interview, showed on his face. The door opened and Father Peter entered much to my relief.
“That’s enough. She has been locked in here for nearly a day and Abigail needs to eat as much as the next person.”
Steven looked at me for a few seconds before responding, “Fine, but I want her back here in an hour.”


Book One
Aoife Marie Sheridan

Genre: Paranormal, Romance

ISBN: 9781495430725
Word Count: 62,000
Cover Artist: Airicka’s Mystical  Creations

Book Description:

Abigail is nineteen, her job she hunts demons.

Her life so far has been tough, having witnessed her family’s death and her mother’s suicide she’s taken in by a priest, who believes her when she says she sees ghosts. Father Peter trains her as a demon hunter with three other members, one being Daniel, who isn’t what he seems.

But when a possession goes wrong, and ghosts start to attack Abigail, the tight rope she had on her emotions soon starts to loosen.

Abigail draws the unwanted attention of the Vatican, and she finds out a lot more then she was willing to learn.

Knowledge is power, but for Abigail it’s her undoing, and the only thing keeping her together is Daniel.

Available at Amazon


I sat outside her apartment like I did every night, keeping an eye on her door.



 I knew the day would come and I wanted to be ready. One thing I knew, he would never take her from me, he would have to get through me first. A small smile crept over my face, how I would love to tear him apart. I growled, feeling frustrated; he was one of the main threats now and I needed to eliminate him. I pushed off the wall, pulling my black hoodia closer to my eyes, a few people were around, but none paying attention to me, they were too transfixed on their own wants; a syringe giving them a pass on reality, or an encounter with a female making the sounds of pleasure heighten. I pushed all the noises aside and focused. She was moving around, her angry footsteps hitting the wooden floor in her bathroom. The water turned on, my body came alive, the want for her was too much at times and I growled for a second time.

“You okay, Man?” a junky asked from a few feet away from me, I didn’t give him an answer, just threw him a look to silence his talk. I couldn’t understand why she lived here. Maybe the chaos made her feel more normal, but that was something she would never be. A hiss made my head jerk up and then her intake of breath. My hands balled into fists, I wanted to go to her and take the razor from her hand, but I couldn’t, she would hate it if I knew.  It was her own release, I didn’t understand it fully, but it made her focus on the pain instead of the real problem. A cold breeze made me study the door that led into the apartment buildings more closely; it wasn’t just cold it was ice cold.

“Nicolas!” I whispered and moved across the thirty paces that stood between her door and me in a second. I didn’t care if anyone saw, they were too far gone to understand, they would assume it was their drugged up minds seeing things. The air in my lungs now was freezing; I could feel him coming. I felt the excitement bubble inside me, a fire raged through my veins as he materialized before me. I didn’t give him a moment, but pulled the sword from the air and swung for his neck, he was quick; ducking and coming up with his own sword, they met with a loud clang.

“Daniel, great to see you.” his hard face was set like stone, his black eyes wanting blood, not mine but hers. I let the anger boil and withdrew my sword, striking his with all my force, it met its target and he stumbled back, but he regained his footing quickly. Allowing him to come at me with his body weight behind his swing, I dodged to the side in a blur and arched my sword, swinging for his back, but it met the metal of his own sword.

“Have we been practicing?” I asked in a mocking tone while taking another swing.

“Maybe you just lost your touch,” he spat back and struck my sword, metal struck metal and small pieces of ice flew towards me, I moved but a few struck my left arm, piercing me like small pieces of glass. I ignored the pain and gave him a sneer.

“Playing dirty, are we?” I asked, letting the fire heat my blade until it grew red.

“You never play nice, Daniel.” Nicolas face radiated the hate he has for me, and I returned it, letting my sword burn before I took a swipe, knowing he would block it. So I did what he wouldn’t expect, I slide towards him on the partially frozen ground and passed his legs in a blur, cutting below his knee before flipping up and swinging my sword at his back, it sliced into his flesh and he roared in pain, falling to his knees. I raised my sword, aiming for his neck, it swung high into the air, the red flame lighting up the sky, but before it made contact, he disappeared. I stood there for a moment, my blood still boiling with adrenaline. However, it fizzled and the pain in my arm came alive.  Rain started to pour, and I let my sword dissolve along with my anger. He wouldn’t be coming back tonight and I needed to rest and heal. My phone buzzed as I moved away from the door.

“Daniel,” Father Peter’s voice filled my ear.

“Yeah, you got a job for me?” I asked, pulling the hoodie over my face again as I walked deeper into the shadows.

“It’s a possession; I don’t want her doing it alone.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pick her up, I’m in the area anyway.”

I could hear him sigh with relief; he cared about her more than I had believed at the start. I was about to hang up when he spoke again.

“Thank you, Daniel. I’ll ring her now.”

“Okay, No problem.” I said before ending the call. I hadn’t gone far before the heavy rain stopped. A freak shower.  I took off at the speed of light to change and get my bike, before I picked her up, she would be pissed, I smiled. She was always pissed.

About the Author:

Aoife Marie Sheridan has loved reading from a very young age, starting off with mills and boon's books, given to by her grandmother her love for romances grew, by the age of 14 she had read hundreds of them.

Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties. Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn't) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times.

Aoife's first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works.

Tour giveaway:

3 ebook copies of  Hunters #1 
1- 10 euro amazon gift card   
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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.


Mary Preston said...

A great post thank you.

Unknown said...

Thank you Marsha for having me on your blog. :)

Marsha A. Moore said...

Hi Aoife! I'm glad to have you visit today.