Please welcome Sasha Hibbs as she shares a little
about herself and her newest release,
book 4 of the Vulcan Legacies, Black Apocalypse
It’s All About the Book…
Hi Sasha and Welcome !
Please
tell us about your current release.
Hi! Thanks for having me! Black
Apocalypse, the fourth and final book in my YA Paranormal series, The Vulcan
Legacies.
Blurb:
Resurrected from the dead, Michael
Blackwell is enraged and heartbroken to find Ally—the girl he loved—in the arms
of the very man that killed him as a human. In Michael’s eyes, Ally’s betrayal
is absolute. But there is more than meets the eye when it comes to the man who
killed Michael, and even more with the girl he thought he knew.
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.
What is
this book’s genre?
Is this the genre you
usually write in?
Are there any genre’s
you haven’t written that you’d like to try?
Young Adult. YA is typically the
genre I write, however I am brainstorming the Adult version continuation of
this series :)
What
inspired you to write this book?
My husband is a blacksmith and
there is a significant amount of
mythology and folklore surrounding
blacksmiths. I drew the
concept for this series based off some of that
folklore.
How did
you pick its title?
Did it come first or
did you have to write the story first?
Once I came up with the title for
the first story, Black Amaranth, the remaining 3 books were pretty much in my
mind from the beginning.
How did
you create your characters?
Did you use
any real life people in their making?
My hope was to cast a female
character that was strong yet vulnerable. And then Ally Watson was born. While
observant and perhaps I’ve drawn from some characteristics I’ve encountered,
these characters are completely my own.
Who is
your favorite character of this book and why?
This is a tough one. I really
loved getting glimpses of Michael Blackwell, Ally’s love interest, from his perspective.
But I probably loved Laurel Watson, Ally’s mother, the most in this. To this
point she has been a huge figure on the series, but she’s dead. In book 4 I
found a way to write her POV into the book that answered a multitude of
questions raised from the previous three books.
Did you
have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this?
No, not
so much. The final book was pretty easy for me to write as this was the novel
where I got to tie everything together. I usually write in a pretty small space
surrounded by my two daughters and two cats. So, that doesn’t leave too much
opportunity to be quirky. I’m just glad that I can write in between juggling
all that!
Is this a
stand-alone book or is it part of a series?
If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series. If not a series, what comes next to be
released?
Black
Apocalypse is the final book in the YA version of the Vulcan Legacies. It’s
been 2 years since book 1, Black Amaranth, was published and this is the
finale. With that said, in the epilogue of Black Apocalypse I led the reader to
believe that they haven’t heard the last from a character this entire series
has been named for—Vulcan. Vulcan is thousands of years old and while YA is my
favorite genre, it would be a bit difficult to continue the series to a YA
audience. I am looking forward to expanding this series as a crossover. Think
Sherrilyn Kenyon with her adult paranormal series, The Dark Hunter series, and her YA series, The Chronicles of Nick. That’s what I’m aiming for :)
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Black
Apocalypse
The Vulcan
Legacies, 4
Sasha Hibbs
51,000 words
YA Paranormal Romance
Evernight Teen Publishing
Resurrected from
the dead, Michael Blackwell is enraged and heartbroken to find Ally—the girl he
loved—in the arms of the very man that killed him as a human. In Michael’s
eyes, Ally’s betrayal is absolute. But there is more than meets the eye when it
comes to the man who killed Michael, and even more with the girl he thought he
knew.
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.
Clara Pendleton is a prisoner in her home. Always searching for new places to hide from her uncle, whose drunken attention terrifies and confuses her, she finds a tiny clearing in the back of the property near a disintegrating section of the ivy-covered wall that surrounds the estate. 
