Hi and
welcome to Fall Into Reading Reviews
Can you
introduce yourself and please tell us, how did you first meet your writer?
Hi, this is
Michael Blackwell. The Vulcan Legacy series are my stories. I think Sasha Hibbs
first heard of me around 2000, but we didn’t meet officially until 2012. It
took her a long time to come around, but I finally won her over.
Did you ever
think that your life would end up being in a book?
I’d only
ever dreamed of that, but never once did I think it possible. My story is one
filled with unquestionable heartbreak but we all learn and my hope was to tell
others my story and have them learn from my mistakes.
What are
your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?
I’m not a
kiss and tell kind of guy, but on reflection, I did enjoy reading over the
dialog. It’s kind of like hearing yourself on a recording and scrunching your
face up saying, “Is that what I sound like?” Except for a little different.
There were moments when I was actually impressed with myself and other times
when I cringed at what I said.
Did you have
a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you?
Hmm… there
was a mature scene that I wanted to keep private and Sasha and I argued back
and forth about it. She wanted to leave it in there so other readers would
empathize more with me and I wanted it out for a few different reasons. A.) Let
my actions (well, other than that
action) speak for itself and B.) Ally means too much to me to lay her private
actions out there for the world to see. Let’s say that Sasha and I do not see
eye to eye on this, but in the end, I won.
Are you
happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?
Sure. My
story started as a young adult and I felt it was imperative to tell my story
from the beginning so others could watch me grow.
If you could
rewrite anything in your book, what would it be?
I wish in
the beginning I would’ve had the guts to ask Ally out, and you know, the dying
part really sucked, but then again Fate had other plans and I wouldn’t mess
with Fate for anything. There are just too many people involved.
Do you like
the way the book ended?
Of course! I
ended up marrying the love of my life. I finally met my brother and sister. I
do miss those that I lost, but I know we will all see each other again someday.
Would you be
interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?
I think she
is about sequeled out. She did write 4 books in the Vulcan Legacies series
after all.
What is your
least favorite characteristic your writer has attributed to you?
She’s called
me too nice and that gets a bit old, but other than that, I can’t really
complain. She did a pretty good job capturing the essence of me anyway.
What do you do for a
living?
Currently, I’m a farmer.
I’m also involved with the Nosferatu Nation Science Department in our ongoing
attempts to unlock the secrets within my DNA.
What is your greatest
fear?
I’ve already lived them
so I guess if I ever had to repeat I would be terrified.
What is your most prized
possession?
My wife, Ally Watson
Blackwell.
Thanks again for visiting
with us today !!!!
Thanks for having me! :)
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Black
Apocalypse
The Vulcan
Legacies, 4
Sasha Hibbs
51,000
words
YA Paranormal Romance
Evernight Teen Publishing
Black Apocalypse is a journey full of heartache and redemption where the past weaves an uncertain future. Can Michael forgive Ally for her betrayal? Can Ally finally embrace who she is destined to become to save them both?
Who is the elusive Seraph, Laurel? Who was the Devourer before his colossal fall from grace? What decisions did they make together that altered the course of history? Shocking revelations, prophecies fulfilled, a war where not everyone will make it out alive...the final installment in the Vulcan Legacies will leave you breathless.
14+ due to adult situations
Excerpt:
He glanced
at her silhouette. She stood beside him quietly, a tear streaking her pale
face, one silver line visible against the cold wintery night.
“Will you
dance with me?” Abaddon said, turning her back to face him.
Ally spoke
with her body. She shivered as she turned to him, reaching out and lacing her
fingers through his.
Abaddon
responded by pulling her close against him, removing his hands from hers so he
could wrap them around her, holding her tight and praying for the courage to
see his task through.
The Seraph
told him, told him what he must do. In his broken mind, the pieces lay jagged
and strewn, but he was putting them together, regaining the memories he’d lost
through the blinding rage of his illusion.
But Ally was
real. He was holding her in his arms, and she came to him with trust, with
patience, while he tried to regain the memories from his human life, ones that
would guide him on the path he was supposed to be on now.
But as he
held her in his arms, she felt so fragile, so breakable. He could hear the soft
thrumming of her heart. The beat was uneven, a rhythm that reminded him of the
last remnants of life.
Ally was
dying. She was his soulmate and the beat of her heart gave him all the courage
he needed. He wasn’t going to kill her. He was going to save her.
Abaddon
slowly broke away from her, keeping her at arm’s length. Her light was dimming,
but there was the faintest glimmer in her eyes that held hope for him. She
would be strong enough to endure what he was getting ready to do to her. She
had to be.
Abaddon
brought his wrist up to his mouth, extended his canines and pierced his flesh.
As blood rushed up to the surface, he gazed into her eyes.
He parted
his lips, ready to speak, to tell her it would be okay, but was silenced by
Ally resting a single finger against his lips.
“Shh,” Ally
whispered.
Her gaze
told him that she knew what was happening. She wouldn’t fight him. He could see
that she would trust him, blindly put all her faith in him, was truly ready to
walk down an unknown path with him.
He watched
in awe as she circled her cold fingers around his wrist and brought it up to
her lips. She locked gazes with him and he could feel her taking his essence
into him. She ended by gently kissing his wrist where the wound was. She swept
her hair to one side, exposing her neck up at him.
Abaddon felt
a warm tear run down his cheek.
“It’s okay,
Michael,” Ally said, her voice so little. “I’m ready.”
He unfurled
his wings, pulled her against him tightly, lowered his lips to hers, and in his
mind he whispered the words from a song, a song from a long time ago that meant
so much to him then and even more to him now.
“I've waited
such a long time for you,” he said. He softly caressed her lips with his,
savoring the feel of her against him, the kiss he’d waited a lifetime and
beyond for.
He raised
his gaze back to hers, brushing a wisp of hair away from her eyes, cupping her
face. “A lifetime,” he said, as he brushed soft kisses along her temple, her
cheek, her jawline, back to her trembling lips. Thinking back to that night
long ago, he lived the words of that song, held nothing back for what he felt
for her.
Abaddon
could see the tears standing in her eyes. He kissed them away, their salt
lingering on his lips. He drew her closer into him so that he could feel she
was real, she was in his arms, her life in his hands.
And through
her tears, he could see the relief, he could see the hope, he could see her love
staring back at him. His heart hammered in his chest, that muscle giving way to
a new life, a life that only love could give.
He brushed
his lips against hers again and again, whispering those lyrics so appropriate
for them, for their life, their death, their love against a world that, like
her essence, was fading fast. “You’ll always be mine.”
With shaky
hands, Abaddon pulled her down to the ground with him. Cradling her in his lap,
he grazed his canines against her throat. “I need you,” Abaddon whispered, as
Ally laced her fingers through his hair, pulling him down to her vein. She
arched her back, pressed up against him, encouraged him to drink from her, to
take her to where he’d been.
Abaddon
exhaled against her skin. With one hand holding her head and the other pressed
firmly into the small of her back, he pierced her, sunk his teeth into the soft
flesh at her neck. He took her into him, her blood coursing through him, sating
a hunger for far more than sustenance. In her blood was the story of their
life, the answers he sought, the lyrics to their own song.
Abaddon
could feel the life slowly fade from her, could hear her heartbeat slow.
Removing his canines, he drew back from her. Her head lolled to the side, her
pupils beginning to fix. He brought her lips back to his, kissed her gently.
As Ally’s
last breath escaped her body, Abaddon clutched her tightly to his chest, a
crimson tear falling against her, he whispered into her ear, “Hurry back to
me.”
About the Author:
By age 5,
Sasha Hibbs' favorite movie was Gone With the Wind. By age 12, she completed
her 7th grade book report on the sequel, Scarlett. By 18, she met and married
her very own Mr. Rhett Butler and as it turns out, she never had to worry about
going back to Tara to win the love of her life back. Fortunately, he stuck with
her.
With a
love of all things paranormal, the ambiance of the South with its gigantic
antebellum mansions and canopies of Spanish moss, and a love for her husband’s
rich storytelling of blacksmiths and the mythology surrounding their origins,
it wasn’t long until the world of her debut novel, Black Amaranth, was born.
When not
working her day job as a nurse, you can find Sasha dreaming of her next beach
trip, reading the latest YA novel, and drinking more white chocolate mocha than
she should.
Sasha
lives in mountainous West Virginia with her husband, Tim, and their two
daughters, Aeliza and Ava. She is currently hard at work on her next novel.
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