Tuesday, December 12, 2023

Author Interview - Dreamscape by J.N. Sheats


- What is your “day” job if you are not a full-time author?

I am a bank teller, excuse me. A universal banker (per my boss).

- If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?

The Chaos Core

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Getting started, starting is the hardest part next to editing.

- What is the best thing about being an author?

Being able to create worlds from the ground up. Building something from nothing is very rewarding.

- Have you ever been star-struck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?  

Sadly, no.

- What book changed your life?

Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott

- What were some of your favorite books growing up?

Picture books, I wasn't much of a reader growing up. I discovered my love for reading later in life.

- What books are currently in your to-be-read pile?

I have a stack of about ten Lori Foster books waiting to be read.

- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audiobooks?

I really like print books because I like being able to hold something, and see my progress as I read. I simply feel more accomplished after finishing a print book.

- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

Cassandra Lawson's Spells that Bind series. I love the world she created in the books. Everything from the demon realm to the witch and vampire neighborhoods is wonderful.


Dreamscape
JJ Morris Series 
Book 2
J.N. Sheats

Genre: Mystery/Horror/Paranormal Romance
Publisher: J.N. Sheats
Date of Publication: 12/05/2023
ASIN: B0CKB8Q4HZ 
Cover Artist: J Edward Neill 

Tagline: Supernatural meets Witches of East End in a twisted dream.

Book Description:

Now a college student, Joey is finding college life comfortable. But studies prove to be more difficult than facing down a horde of black dogs. Struggling with her average life now that the supernatural world has been opened before her, Joey is constantly distracted. Pulled between wanting the standard life of a college student, and the allure of the paranormal. Unfortunately, Portstown has been quiet since the “Great Hunt” of last year, that is until a random fire on campus occurs, and people start going missing.

Disregarded as a student prank, Joey brushes the incident off until she catches Gwen looking into it. Why would one of the guardians from the mysterious Warner family be looking into a silly student prank?

More questions arise when fires start popping up all over campus, and Joey’s dreams turn violent under the control of the Dream Conductor with their twisted intentions. Gathering the group back together Joey must figure out what is happening to the missing people, who is starting the mysterious fires on campus, and what does the Dream Conductor want all while conquering finals. Will Joey pass this semester or will she fall into her deepest fantasies?



Excerpt:

In the history of insane ideas, this was high on the list as I stood at the edge of the cemetery looking out over a sea of headstones. This was the last thing I wanted to face down, but I had to know if I was right about the fire. If I was then someone was in trouble. I heard it in the dream, someone calling out for help. Then again I heard a lot of people calling for help the other night in my dreams, still I had an anxious feeling about this fire.

I tried calling the police and the firehouse, but I couldn’t get a word out. I didn’t want to send them to the chapel if there was no fire. What if the fire wasn’t going to be for awhile? Like the other night. It took hours for the fire to happen after I woke from my nightmare. The time before that it was within moments. Which was it going to be this time? They could come, find nothing and leave. Then the fire starts and they respond too late. Too late for what, Joey?

It was a building, an old building. So what if it burned down, there would be no harm done and there were no houses in danger around it. Who cared if the crappy little chapel disappeared, but that cry for help nagged at me.

The idea of calling Gwen crossed my mind, I even stood there with my finger hovering over her number, but what was I going to say? “There is going to be fire because I said so”? I couldn’t explain how I knew where the fire was going to happen, I simply knew. Deep in my subconscious somewhere I knew without a doubt the chapel was going to burn, and the longer I waited the stronger the feeling grew. Instead of making the call I settled on checking out the chapel for myself first. If I found nothing then fine, I would go back home and call it a bad dream. If I did find something, well I had my phone with me. I could call Gwen right there. I simply had to make it through the graveyard. At night.

Daring a step forward I took a deep breath and shored up what courage I had. Inside I prayed I didn’t run into any black dogs, or fire demons, if those were a thing. Taking another step I let out the breath and ventured another step. One right after another I made my way across the graveyard toward the chapel half a mile away. I could have avoided the graveyard and walked up to the sidewalk parallel to the cemetery, but this was the fastest way to the chapel. In the back of my mind it felt like time was running out, so through the graveyard it was.

Shadows danced off of the gravestones as I walked, making me flinch from time to time. Once or twice I let out a little yelp as the breeze picked up and shifted the long grass that needed to be mowed. It didn’t help that it felt like someone was watching me. The little hairs on the back of my neck were standing up, and the smolder of eyes on me chilled my blood. Coming to a stop short of the chapel I stood near one of the mausoleums and looked at the chapel more carefully. I mean, running in when it could burst into flames at any moment wasn’t the best idea. So I took time to study the outside.

The windows were dark, no light came from within. Outside it was quiet, dead quiet aside from the winter wind blowing. Dry and arctic, but refreshing against my heated skin. I stood there studying the lines of the old chapel and the curling paint chips that were flapping against the wind. Everything looked normal and fine, quiet and still.

“Meow!” Jinx yelled next to my ear on the mausoleum. 

“What the hell, in heaven.” I gasped, jumping away and feeling my heart in my throat.

About the Author:

J.N. Sheats is an artist turned author. Living in Maryland with six wild cats, and her husband, J.N. spends her days designing book covers and teasers for other authors. At night she is at the mercy of her demanding characters, and their wild fantasies.
  
Dark Paranormal Fantasy is her preferred genre of writing, but anything is game. Maybe even a lovely romance novel or two in the near future.

When not writing, designing, or drawing, J.N. spends her time doing a host of other activities. Including: gardening, jewelry making, cooking, and watching far too much television.








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