Guest Post: Author Cathrina Constantine – Don’t Forget To Breathe
Hello y’all, and happy Wednesday! I hope the midweek hump is going well for you. If it is, great! If not, well, I have something to boost your positive vibes. I’ve turned today’s Writing in the Buff over to YA/New Adult author Cathrina Constantine. Cathrina is the author of Wickedly They Come, Wickedly They Dream, Tallas, and her latest, Don’t Forget to Breathe. Please read on to learn more about Cathrina, and leave a comment for your chance to win a free e-book of Don’t Forget to Breathe.
Cathrina Constantine resides in Upstate New York with her husband, five children, two Labradors, and two cats. After a long hiatus while raising her family, Constantine finally picked up her pen and paper and began to hone her craft of writing. When not with her family, baking, crafting, reading, or stationed at the computer writing, you will find her walking in the backwoods with her dogs, daydreaming.
Thank you, Lisa, for letting me haunt your blog today.
Let me tell you about my journey in writing a new genre novel called, Don’t Forget to Breathe. To be perfectly honest, I sat at the computer and looked at the winter white page in front of me and went—hmmmm . . .
A long buried thought bumped into my head about an incident I had as a teenager. A couple of friends gathered at a graveyard at night to . . . ummm . . . talk. All of a sudden, a boy grabbed my hand and said, “Run.” I was never so scared in my life. My heart crashed against my rib cage as we ran and hid.
So began, Don’t Forget to Breathe.
I based the story about the graveyard and the adjacent railroad tracks in my small hometown. I never expected the book to turn into a murder mystery, a genre I’ve never written before. But being a strange pantser, the characters began to make all the decisions for me. The hardest part was the ending, which I rewrote, revised many times. None of my characters wanted to fess up to the murders.
I’ve penned three paranormal thrillers, and in Don’t Forget to Breathe there is a supernatural element. Since I thoroughly enjoy a haunting tale, I worked it into the suspenseful novel.
Thank you, Lisa, for hosting me on your blog today. I truly appreciate your support!
Please read below for a summary of the novel and a short excerpt.
Sixteen-year-old Leocadia arrives home from school to find her mom’s bloody body. Unaware that the killer still lingers, she rushes to her mother’s side, only to be grabbed from behind, and then everything fades to black.
After a year of retrograde amnesia and battling personal demons, Leo’s dreams are getting worse—she’s starting to remember. More bodies are discovered and they seem to be oddly linked to her mom’s unsolved homicide.
When Leo allows her friend, Henry, to drag her into the haunted Lucien Mansion, misty ghosts appear, ghosts that just might lead to her mother’s murderer.
Will Leo let her memories threaten her into a relapse? Or will she fight to find her mother’s killer—only to become his next victim?
I trekked farther along the tracks. Using the heightened berm to observe the area, I could scarcely make out the tombstones that pocked the ground amidst the fog; it looked eerie and lonesome. Then, spotting remote figures, I counted three. It could be kids looking for a place to party in private. I crouched and balanced on my heels to monitor the dark shapes, and wondered if one might be Henry. They traveled behind a large monument, losing sight of them. To the left a prowling cat distracted me when suddenly, a blood-curdling scream scraped into my bones, clutching my heart.
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Thanks for visiting Writing in the Buff today. Please leave a comment for your chance to win a free e-book of Don’t Forget to Breathe. If you have any questions for Cathrina, please ask. She’ll be happy to connect with you here in the comments.
Please come back next week to find out about the promise I made to my daughters a number of years back that I was forced to recently fulfill. All I can say is, be careful what you promise, Buttercup!
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