Hunter
by Sarai Henderson
Interview:
Crystal: Today I have the pleasure of hosting Sarai Henderson. Welcome Sarai! I'm so thrilled to have you here today. Would you share a little bit about yourself with us today?
Crystal: Today I have the pleasure of hosting Sarai Henderson. Welcome Sarai! I'm so thrilled to have you here today. Would you share a little bit about yourself with us today?
Sarai: My name is Sarai. It’s the name my Grandfather gave me so
it’s special to me. I live in Oregon with my husband and three boys. One has
autism and one has severe ADHD. It’s a
little Chaotic, but we love spending time outdoors.
Crystal: What are you currently working on?
Sarai: Right now I’m working on the sequel to Hunter. I write on my
lunch break, so it’s a little slow going, but I’ll get there.
Crystal: Where did you come up with the idea for either
your current release or the WIP you are working on now?
Sarai: I was driving to who knows where and the person in front of
me was going way under the speed limit. I thought to myself, “wouldn’t it be
nice if I could project my voice into their head and make them move?” And so
Hunter was born.
Crystal: Do you have a favorite snack that you like to munch on
while writing? If so would you mind sharing what it is with us?
Sarai: I usually write during lunch, so I’m always eating. Usually
it’s a Teriyaki bowl from across the street.
Crystal: Do you have a favorite scene you would like
to share with us?
Sarai: This is one of my favorite scenes. My main character, Hunter is chasing
down her mark through a fish market in Seattle. The woman is based off of my
best friend. I’m not saying I have pent up anger toward her, I just know that
out of all my friends, she can handle it the best.
My hand slowly moved for the taser I had hidden in the
belt of my jeans. Fifty thousand volts of electricity to jumble Dawn’s thoughts
and incapacitate her just long enough for me to get the cuffs around her
scrawny little wrists. With one quick movement my hand jerked in front of me,
the stun gun pointed at the mark, ready for the take down. Who needed backup
anyway?
The second before I pulled the
trigger, Dawn pushed me in the chest as hard as she could. I stumbled back,
colliding with several bystanders and a fish cart. The slimy creatures tumbled
all over the ground around me as I struggled to free myself from the
entanglement of people I had been caught up in. “Damn it!”
Dawn had already been swallowed up
by the crowd, but I didn’t need my sight to find her. The frightened inner
monologue screamed loudly with many profanities that should never be repeated
in good company. It would be easy enough to track and it was moving away from
me quickly. My heart beat faster as my hunting instinct picked up her trail.
Crystal: When you are not busy writing wonderful stories to
keep us lucky readers entertained, what do you like to do? Do you have a
hobby?
Sarai: I’m all about DIY. My bathroom is full of natural wood from
our back yard. We made towel racks, shelves and a really cool toothbrush
holder. I also love gardening. This is our first year trying to grow anything
and I’ve already got pumpkins, tomatoes and bell peppers.
Crystal: Do you have a favorite background noise you like to
have going while you write (TV, Music, kids playing)?
Sarai: I have to play music. Usually I pick something that matches
the mood of the scene I’m writing. The louder the better.
Crystal: Thank you for
visiting today. It has been a pleasure to visit with you. Is there anything
else you would like to share with us?
Sarai: Thanks for having me. I hope everyone enjoys HUNTER as much
as I’ve enjoyed writing it.
About the Book:
Sixteen-year-old Hunter belongs to the Telepathic Alliance for the Latent or Newly manifested, otherwise known as
Talon, a bounty hunter community known for their ruthless tactics. Her latest mission in San Diego was supposed to be a piece of cake, but when the job takes a treacherous and deadly turn, not even her telepathic abilities could have
warned her of the dangers lurking around the corner.
There is only one place for Hunter to go, and that is straight into the hands of the government and their Psychic
Intelligence Team, but even the “normal” world isn’t safe. With each passing hour throwing her deeper into the game of life and death, Hunter must decide who to trust before this mission becomes her last.
Urban Fantasy/Paranormal/Suspense
Evernight Teen / 56K
Excerpt:
14+ due to adult situations
I pulled my
hood up over my head as the rain began to pour from the skies and bounce off
the sidewalk in a serene rhythm. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline that
surged through my body. The hunt never got old. “All right, Bear. I’m in
pursuit of the mark. Get ready.”
hood up over my head as the rain began to pour from the skies and bounce off
the sidewalk in a serene rhythm. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline that
surged through my body. The hunt never got old. “All right, Bear. I’m in
pursuit of the mark. Get ready.”
“About time,
slow poke.” He chuckled to himself, but I wasn’t amused. Dawn had put me in a
bad mood and it would take a while for it to wear off. If only he was close
enough to punch, maybe I would feel better.
slow poke.” He chuckled to himself, but I wasn’t amused. Dawn had put me in a
bad mood and it would take a while for it to wear off. If only he was close
enough to punch, maybe I would feel better.
The sidewalk
turned a corner sending me into a crowded marketplace where the people bumped
shoulders more often than not. The smell of fish hit me like a ton of bricks
making me crinkle my nose in disgust. There was nothing I hated more than
seafood. Well, maybe large cities with all the loud voices in my head, but fish
was a close second.
turned a corner sending me into a crowded marketplace where the people bumped
shoulders more often than not. The smell of fish hit me like a ton of bricks
making me crinkle my nose in disgust. There was nothing I hated more than
seafood. Well, maybe large cities with all the loud voices in my head, but fish
was a close second.
I dug my
hands deep into my jeans pockets to keep them from shaking. Anxiety from
listening to the varied streams of consciousness coursed through my body. I had
to concentrate.
hands deep into my jeans pockets to keep them from shaking. Anxiety from
listening to the varied streams of consciousness coursed through my body. I had
to concentrate.
Dawn’s
presence was moving closer through the crowd, I could feel it. Her thoughts
told me that she didn’t like fish much either but this was where her contact
had told her to meet him. My heart skipped a beat with the mention of another
person around, possibly a telepath. Great, we didn’t have much time.
presence was moving closer through the crowd, I could feel it. Her thoughts
told me that she didn’t like fish much either but this was where her contact
had told her to meet him. My heart skipped a beat with the mention of another
person around, possibly a telepath. Great, we didn’t have much time.
“Bear,” I
shouted into the com. “She’s here to meet someone and it sounds like they’re
going to send her into hiding. I need you close by. This is happening now.”
shouted into the com. “She’s here to meet someone and it sounds like they’re
going to send her into hiding. I need you close by. This is happening now.”
About our Author:
Sarai Henderson is a retired ballerina from Oregon City, Oregon, where she spends most her time chasing down her three rambunctious boys and writing on her lunch break at work.
She enjoys DIY projects, Photography and writing on her blog about life as a mother of an autistic son.
Social media links:
Twitter: @Shendersonbooks
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorSarai/
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/udjb1984/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/exballerina/?hl=en
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I am so excited to read this book! On my TBR list.
ReplyDeleteThanks for having HUNTER and I on your blog today.
ReplyDeleteNew author for me exciting.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the interesting interview and the excerpt. I love stories with telepathy!
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