Writing is like an illness for me. A perpetual, uncontrollable plague, making me constantly write because I cannot shut my brain off at night until I purge my imagination. I call this feeling, this mental issue/gift, the Evil Muse. She invades my mind and my life until I satisfy her creativity.
Upon retrospect. I've noticed my most recent novel, out in a couple weeks--for Valentine's Day--shows this "illness" in a metaphorical way. Aptly named FEVER, my character Callie has fevers in which she starts seeing things she should not: people who are supposedly dead, real-time events, and some situations that will come to pass. I'd hate to bring up illness during a pandemic so let's shift to calling it a disorder.
Like my character's struggle with her strange powers and fevers, it was reminiscent of my preteen years. I knew from childhood I wasn't "normal." It had always been a positive thing--being smarter than the rest--until middle school when I lacked skills to understand the unstated "rules" of social adolescence, was too hyper, and weird. In my high schools years, I found confidence in myself through academics, sports, and--sadly--boy attention. The entire time, I found solace through writing.
Like Callie's fevers, my abilities and even my ADHD became gifts. As someone able to analyze literature, my biographical criticism is coming out. I have made my characters in this series a part of me, way more than any other novel. Callie's fevers and upcoming events are my teenage metamorphosis. I wish I could tell you more, but that would spoil books 2 and 3. Instead, I leave you with the blurb.
I could not let go, let alone believe Archer was truly gone. There was something utterly wrong with the statement “Archer Ambrose is dead.”
To say it was a bad “breakup” would be an understatement. Callie is told Archer is dead, but if the god of love were dead, surely she’d stop loving him? Lucien and Aroha try to help Callie grieve and move on—only Lucien finds it difficult to not love her, which is complicated by Callie’s sudden illness, evolving powers, and his obsession with exposing truth.
Despite Archer’s orders to never see her again and his warmonger father’s ever-watchful gaze, Archer can’t resist the dangerous urge to plot ways back to Callie. Chase must find a way to save his son, even if it means calling upon the recently suppressed war-god within.
With the immortal world fractured, can Love find a way to piece his heart–and world–back together? Or will it forever be divided?
In this reinvention of Cupid and Psyche, experience an electrifying series where familial and romantic bonds are at war, and knowledge could mean the end of everything…or a new beginning.
Check out FEVER.