Book Tour: Author Interview + Excerpt + Giveaway - A Fine Line: The Ancients: Part 2 by J C Brennan

War is coming… Is William’s family ready?

The mysterious appearance of a young girl—brutalized and half dead—has thrown the Crew into a heightened state of disquiet. Aurora and her evil pack of Damned have declared war, and William now wonders if, somehow, the seemingly-innocent girl may be employed in some way as a dangerous weapon in the coming battle.
The revelation of an ancient relic may deliver the critical aid the Crew so direly requires. Its newly-discovered power enables William to delve into the strange girl’s memories, but will the answers be too horrifying for the Crew to accept? Along with the newfound strength found in this lost treasure comes a treacherous caveat, and William must decide if all of the gains gifted to his family are worth the precarious risks it demands.
A Fine Line: The Ancients Part II is the continuing story in the A Fine Line series. This third book chronicling the story of William Healthaway and his family—the descendants of an ancient race possessed of powers they are only just learning to control. Fans of historical high drama, with traces of fantasy thrown into the mix, will enjoy this sweeping saga of romance, war, family, death and the supernatural. Enter a world where no one is safe from the wicked clutches of the Damned. Where love, laughter, family and all that is held dear wavers on the knife-edge between life and our eternal slumber.
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Author Interview

1- Tell us something about yourself, both as a writer and as a person.

I do try to better myself all the time. I also, do my best not to lose my sense of humor. It’s important to have a sense of humor as a person and an as author. However, I believe it’s essential to be a little crazy. And, a little secrete of mind, I never work on one book at a time, my mind won’t let me.

2- How did you come up with the idea and how did you create the characters?
The story is bases on a dream I had. The dream started it and I let my imagination do the rest. 

3- What is the most important thing you have learned since becoming an author?

Be very careful whom you trust. I have a big heart and always think the best of people but there are many people out there looking to take advantage of new authors. So be careful out there folks, be careful who you trust. 

4- What is the easiest thing about writing? And what is the hardest thing about writing?

Sitting down and starting a book. When you have an overactive imagination, this is the easiest part of writing. The hardest part is keeping focused to make the story flow properly. You would not believe the crazy direction I go in. This is one reason I love my editor, Claudette Melanson so much, she is tells me when I have went off in an obscured direction. 

5- While you were writing, did you ever feel as if you were one of the characters?

All the time, I would talk to people about my characters as if they were alive and breathing. I had one of my friends ask me, “Who in the hell is Fillmore?” I replied, “A character in my book.” They had believed I was speaking of a real person. 

6- Do you listen to music as you write, and if so what music?

No, I can’t I would never get anything done. 

7- What do you think will shock readers the most in A Fine Line, The Ancients (part II)?

Though I believe there are a lot of surprises in this book, the one that may shock the reader’s is Chapter 17: Blackest Heart Falls. One of my reader’s came up to me mad as hell about this chapter and the last. She said she cried and then got angry, so this is your warning about this chapter. I can’t say anymore in fear of giving it away.

8- If you could hang out with one of the characters from A Fine Line, The Ancients (part II), who would you pick?

Without question Fillmore! Fillmore is a cocky smart ass but he’s a lot fun. He is very good-looking, very strong, and those light baby blues of his would, definitely, get me. He also has some unusual powers that I would love to experience. 

10- 5 things you wish every aspiring writer would know?

1. Find a great editor
2. No matter what, write everything down. If it’s a dream, scene, whatever—keep a journal. You never know what will inspire your next story.
3. Only when you’re completely finished, go back through the story.
4. Network, network, network
5. Fine a GREAT editor. (Yes, I know I wrote that twice).

Ten Facts about the Author

1. I grew up in a very small town in Michigan named Skidway Lake
2. I graduated with honors from High School
3. I won the art scholarship in High School but went into fashion design in College
4. I have three degrees: BAA, MBA, DM/OL (ABD)
5. Published my first Poem in 2009
6. My fist novel was started in 2010 and was based on a dream
7. I moved to Arizona in 2008, first time living out of Michigan
8. I saw the ocean for the first time in my life in 2014
9. My favorite genre to read is horror
10. The very first book I ever read Stephen King's short story college Night shift I was 13


As the men walked through the woods looking for any signs of trespass, both were at the peak of readiness, though neither said much of anything to the other. William and Buckner were almost at the south-west line of the property and could hear the babbling of the water splashing along the rock bed of the narrow stream when a strong stench hit pervaded their senses.
“Oh…my…God, what in the hell is that?” Buckner shouted, covering his nose.
“I have no idea. Boy, that sure is rancid.”
They searched the area, spreading further apart to see if they could discover the source of the foul odor. William believed they would find a body at the height of its decay.
“Do you see anything, Jonathon?” William called, choking as the putrid stench became more intense.
“No, noth…” Buckner cut his response short, so William began walking in his direction. “No, no, stop! Will, stay perfectly still.”
“What is it?”
“Shhh, just listen,” Buckner whispered putting a finger to his lips.
William stopped and listened hard. The sound was strange but familiar and, at first, he thought it might be an animal caught in a trap.
“It’s coming from over here, Will,” Buckner said following the flow of the stream.
The men walked quickly but carefully. If it were a trapped animal, it might not take too kindly to them, whether they intended to help it or not. The sound became louder, but William realized it was being made by something quite small.
“What in the hell is that?” Buckner asked.
Then, Buckner stopped abruptly, William crashed into his back and nearly bowled him over, he’d been so focused on finding the creature making all the noise. Buckner’s eyes widened in disbelief, “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe what? You know, you need to give some warning before you stop like that. What? What is it?”
Buckner pointed to a small area just ahead of them off to the right, where a very large, very old sequoia tree stood. The tree had a naturally formed opening at its base, which reminded William of the entrance to a cave. The girth of a sequoia tree could grow very large, but this one was massive, nearly forty meters. The opening at the bottom of the tree was quite unusual and almost perfectly rounded.
After the initial shock at the size of the tree had worn off, William saw what had made Buckner stop. In the huge opening, was a nest of leaves, which held a small bundle wrapped in cloth. Neither of them could believe what they were seeing... It couldn’t be…
Buckner’s words faltered. “Is that, that…”
“A baby? Yes, that does appear to be exactly what that is.”
“I can’t believe a smell like that could come from a baby,” Buckner uttered, still cupping his hand over his nose.
“Yeah, neither can I. Just stay alert we don’t know where the parents are…and we don’t want to appear threatening.”
As they approached the tree, the baby gave a happy, high-pitched squeal. It was obvious the child was not in danger or distress, so William signaled Buckner to go to the left of the huge tree as he went around to the right.
Buckner made it around his side of the huge tree just before William did.
“My God!”
William heard Buckner shout, followed by the unmistakable sound of his friend regurgitating the contents of his stomach. William stopped when he heard the sound and stood with his back against the tree. He wasn’t altogether sure he wanted to see what had caused such a reaction from Buckner. He gathered his courage and finished the few steps it took to see…
“Holy shit,” William cursed in no more than a whisper.
It took everything he had not to follow Buckner’s lead, turning away to the nauseating image from his sight. William took a minute more to prepare himself mentally, for viewing the most ghastly spectacle he’d ever seen before. When he turned, he fought desperately to keep from looking (though his eyes kept veering over) and went to Buckner who was bent over, his hands on his knees. After a few more gut-wrenching heaves and a moan of pain, Buckner was able to stand up straight again.
“You gonna be alright?” William asked, knowing full well Buckner would be physically fine, but mentally…well, he might never be quite right again, himself .
“What in the fuck did that?” Buckner bellowed.
“Someone with an absence of conscience, morality, and honor… someone we both know.”
“I cannot believe even she could be so…so morbidly twisted.”
“Jonathan, I wouldn’t put anything past Aurora and that band of demons she commands. Even Amarious wasn’t this gruesome.”
The two men stood and gazed in horror at the sight in front of them. The ground was no longer covered with the serene beauty of white snow. The scene put William in mind of the stories by Edgar Allan Poe or Nathaniel Hawthorne, but neither of them had ever written anything that came close to being so gruesome. Even the men’s worst nightmares couldn’t have generated a creature that could have ripped, tortured, and completely annihilated a person in such a merciless grotesque fashion as the one they currently laid witness to.

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