Interview with Kimberly Kinrade

Crimson Flower Reviews Welcomes Author Kimberly Kinrade.

Kimberly Kinrade was born with ink in her blood and magic in her heart. She writes all things paranormal and fantasy and always has a new book (or four) in progress. She lives with her three little girls who think they’re ninja princesses with superpowers, her two dogs who think they’re human, and her husband who’s also her writing partner.
She can be found online:

I.P.I. Academy (A fun fan experience based on the top secret paranormal organization introduced in Forbidden Fire and developed more in Forbidden Life.)

Website for Three Lost Kids– A fun place for kid and parents to learn about the series, get access to resources and more! It will also have a free coloring book for kids soon.

Published Books
Forbidden Mind (Forbidden, #1) on Amazon -September 2011, Evolved Publishing
Forbidden Fire (Forbidden, #2) on Amazon -March 2012, Evolved Publishing
Forbidden Life (Forbidden, #3) Launches Oct 2-October 2, 2012, Evolved Publishing


MORE COMING SOON:
The Three Lost Kids & The Death of the Sugar Fairy Oct. 2, 2012, Evolved Publishing
The Three Lost Kids & The Christmas Curse Oct. 2, 2012, Evolved Publishing
The Reluctant Familiar (The Reluctant Familiar, #1), November 26th, 2012, Evolved Publishing


Interview:
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Ever since I was a child, I’ve known I wanted to be a writer. When I ran out of teeth to sell to the Tooth Fairy, I started a business writing short stories and poetry and selling it to family and neighbors.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
Hmm… I’m not sure this is a quirk, but I never get writer’s block. Ever. I think it’s because I was a journalist first, so I never had time for it! lol

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
That I have to outline more. Otherwise, I waste too much time in rewriting.

Where did you get ideas for your books?
Every book is different. For my Lost Kids books, my own children discovered their worlds and shared them with me to write about. With Forbidden Mind, I had a dream about a girl who reads minds and is rented out as a spy. Each series or book begins in a new way.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
I’ve written 8 and a half books. It’s really impossible to pick my favorite. It’s probably whatever one I most recently published! lol

What do you think makes a good story?
Strong prose, likable characters and a cohesive and entertaining plot that deals with issues/themes/arcs that resonate most deeply with us.

Excerpt from Forbidden Mind:
Awareness flickered in and out like pinpricks of light through a torn window curtain. Voices, footsteps, the clank of metal, the medicinal smell that permeated his dreams—these small, mundane sounds woke Drake from his unconscious visions and pulled him from the blue-eyed girl in his mind.


The thump of his heart seemed abnormally loud, and for a moment he wondered if he had died and gone to some limbo place where grey souls lived. But no, not dead—the sound belonged to a monitor attached to him, broadcasting the rhythmic beat of his heart to the world.

He focused on keeping the sound steady as he opened his eyes to take in his surroundings. The unremarkable hospital room gave him no sense of place or time.

A tickle itched his nose and he moved his arm to scratch it, only to find that he couldn’t move. His limbs had been restrained to the hospital bed: two thick straps across his legs, a strap across his chest and a strap to tie down each wrist.

An I.V. dripped a viscous yellow solution into his veins and created a mild burn that ran up his arm and through his body. The door to his room was closed, so he focused his powers to surge through his muscles and free him from his prison.

Pain flashed through him like fire in his blood, and his strength abandoned him.

He lay on the bed panting, wrung out and useless. He fought, pulled, flexed, and lifted himself in an effort to overcome the effects of the drug, to no avail. His efforts won him not freedom, but rather several burns and cuts into his skin. They would heal soon enough, if the drug didn’t inhibit that part of him as well.

Defeated, he relaxed into the bed and wondered how he’d let himself get caught. He should have listened to Father Patrick and Brad. He should’ve known he’d never be allowed to live his dreams.

These thoughts fanned the fires of his rage, but that fire had no will, no power to grow. Exhausted, Drake slept… and dreamt.

He sits on the bed, as still as a mouse—as still as a dead mouse, his new daddy would say. Dead mice can’t move. Dead boys can’t move either, so Drake doesn’t move a single muscle. He doesn’t want to be a dead boy.
New Daddy will be home soon. New Mommy locks herself in her room with the bottles that smell funny. She won’t come out again, Drake knows. She won’t help him, not like his real mommy who smelled like roses and laughed a lot, except that last night.

Real Mommy and Daddy gave lots of hugs and cuddles and let him eat ice cream on special days. They loved Drake, but they weren’t strong like him, and when the car made the awful crunching sounds, and their blood got all over him, he watched as the light in their eyes faded to nothing.
They died and left him.

Now he will die if he isn’t very careful. So Drake sits still and he waits.
When the front door crashes open, he inhales sharply, but doesn’t make a peep. Not one. If he lies down or tries to hide, New Daddy will be even madder.

New Daddy starts shouting in the living room and throwing things against the wall. Soon, New Daddy will come to Drake’s room. Soon, it will be Drake’s turn.

Still, he waits.

His bedroom door flies open and New Daddy stands there, big and mean and scary and smelling like those bottles and cigarettes. “You’ve been a bad boy, son. It’s time to take your punishment.”

Drake squeezes his eyes shut and stays very quiet.

When the blows come, he doesn’t make a sound.

When the fist lands on his face and the pain explodes in his head, he still doesn’t move.

When it’s over, he’s allowed to lie down, finally.

New Daddy leaves and closes the door.

Drake cries silently into his pillow.

New Daddy knows Drake is strong, stronger than other four-year-olds. New Daddy knows Drake will heal.

And Drake knows New Daddy will be back.

Someday, Drake will be ready for New Daddy.

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About Elizabeth Delana Rosa

Elizabeth Delana Rosa has always been a writer and reader. When she first learned letter and words in Kindergarten, she wrote about pigs who “groo” wings and became “butterfys.” Elizabeth knew way back then that she would have a love affair with books. They have overtaken her life and have been a constant companions. Now over 20 years later, that love flows over into writing blogs, reviews, poetry and fantasy novels. Her blog recently broke the 3000 followers mark.

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