It is my pleasure today to welcome Juliette Springs a fellow Rebel Ink Press Author. Juliette Springs is the alter ego of a thirty plus, mother of three. Juliette loves the paranormal (especially vamps) and is enthralled with the Vampire Diaries, Harry Potter, Twilight and True Blood.
She is a paranormal romance author and debut novel Sarim’s Scent was released with Soulmate Publishing. Her novella The Karma Chronicles~Vanessa’s Story (an ARe Top Seller) is available now.
The Karma Chronicles~ Vanessa’s Story
Devastated after an emotional break-up, Vanessa decides to finish her fall semester and leave Bear Creek University and the town of Bear Creek forever, certain starting over in a new place will soothe her wounded heart. Her plans are derailed when her ex-lover returns wanting another chance. Despite the chemistry between them and their sensual history, should she risk her heart again for a man who told her she wasn’t good enough for him or his tribe?
Bowing to tribal pressure, Sean Yonah was forced to hurt his best friend and lover, the one woman he couldn’t get enough of. Now the Spirits say she may be his “other.” Sean knows what he did was deplorable, but if he doesn’t convince Vanessa to forgive him, he’ll lose a lot more than the love of his life.
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Juliette was gracious enough to play a little question and answer with me. I enjoyed learning a little more about her and hope you will too.
1. Who is your favorite character in this book and why?
“I don’t want you anymore.”
Startled, Vanessa caught the glass of iced tea before it fell out of her hand and hit the table. Vanessa couldn’t believe he was doing this now, on their date night, in the middle of Thursday’s, in front of everyone. Taking a deep breath, reaching for strength from an unfamiliar place, she looked up into the brown eyes and watched the mouth that had brought her so much pleasure repeat the words.
“We can’t be together.”
Licking her lips, she began to say something, anything that would help make sense of the craziness spewing from Sean’s lips. The word why was forming on hers when he held his hand up, stopping Vanessa before she could speak.
“It’s been fun while it lasted, but I need to be with my own kind.”
His cold words stabbed my withered heart. His own kind. So she was freaking subpar because she wasn’t Native American?
“There’s no need to drag this out, Vanessa,” Sean continued dropping more ice missiles on her heart. “I just can’t do this with you anymore. I shouldn’t have let it go on this long.”
Before she could lift her hand to slap the sense back into him, he got up and left. Sick with embarrassment and humiliation, Vanessa glanced around to see if anyone else had witnessed her complete and utter humiliation. Her eyes met one of the waitresses, snickering as she walked by. A couple of guys turned their heads at the booth where she was sitting and quickly turned around when her eyes met theirs. The waitress placed the food down and left as quickly as she had come.
Taking a deep breath, Vanessa swallowed forcing back tears. She wouldn’t break down in front of these people. With shaking hands, she placed some bills on the table and stood up. Throwing her hood over her head, she turned and walked blindly toward the restaurant entrance.
Once outside, the enormity of the situation hit Vanessa. She’d just been dumped because she was Black.
Walking aimlessly through the parking lot, Vanessa trusted her feet to carry her to the safety of her car. She didn’t feel the icy raindrops hitting her face. She didn’t feel the way hot tears mingled with their cold wetness, forming a warm path on her face. She just felt empty.
Tears began to blur her vision and she walked straight into a cold solid object. Using a still shaky hand to wipe her eyes, she regained her balance and stared at her blue Honda civic. With trembling hands, Vanessa reached into her pocket and pulled her car keys out of her tight jeans meant to impress and attempted to stick them into the lock. Unsuccessful, she watched as they hit the wet ground.
In a trance she bent, picked up the keys and unlocked the car door. Numbly she got in and started the car then drove home in a daze.
Walking into her apartment, she closed the door and turned to face the picture of her and Sean laughing in love, smiling at the camera. A loud sob broke the silence as Vanessa leaned back against the door and slid to the floor as fresh hot tears she could no longer hold poured from her eyes.
Minutes or hours later she opened my eyes. She was still sitting on the floor. Vanessa’s head felt like it had been slammed against the door repeatedly. Gingerly she touched her tender, puffy eyes and felt the stickiness of old tears her face. Taking a deep breath, her eyes filled again. As they streamed Vanessa began planning a future, a future without Sean and definitely away from Bear Creek.