Thrilled to have been able to Interview Cameron Shade, hero of INKED.
Do have any
secret aspirations that your author doesn’t know about?
I
would love to try my hand at sky diving. After cheating death twice by entering
and leaving Terra Sempre, sky diving would be a walk in the park.
What is your greatest
fear?
I don’t know if
this is a fear or simply a strong dislike, but I absolutely HATE spiders! I
don’t know what it is, but anything with more than four legs gets a serious
side-eye from me. And possibly a blowtorch.
What do you wear when you
go to sleep?
T-shirt and
shorts usually. And socks. I’m sure it’s the biggest quirk ever, but I need my
feet warm.
What is your most prized
possession?
The sketchbook
that Mr. Cassisi gave me. Definitely.
What do you
think your greatest weakness is?
I
think that life ought to be fair. It’s not. But all we can do is keep moving
forward and keep positive thoughts
What do you
think is your strongest attribute?
My
ability to be positive. After Mom died, I nearly lost it. But through it all,
and certainly with leaning on my dad, I keep putting one foot in front of the
other.
What is
something no one knows about you? Why do
you keep it a secret? And what would
happen if everyone found out about it?
*darts
furtive glances all around* Okay… shhhh. But, yeah, I almost killed my now
girlfriend, Farrah, by sketching her into a cursed sketchbook. I keep
that a secret because, attempted negligent homicide is not something I want on
my permanent record. And because I don’t want everyone to know about the
sketchbook. But then again, who would believe me any way even if I told them?
What do you
like most about where you live?
Wilmington
is such an awesome little smallish beach town. I can get to the beach in 20
minutes or I can get to the river front in 10 minutes. And we have the best
donut shop in the world, Britt’s Donuts. And we have the best pizza place in
the world, Pizzetta’s.
What’s your
favorite thing to do on a rainy Sunday?
Sketching.
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
I’m definitely a night owl. Mornings can go take a
running jump off a cliff.
Would you ever use a voodoo doll to hurt anyone?
No. But if I ever did, I have a list of people.
If you knew a zombie apocalypse was coming in one week, what would you do?
Draw myself into the sketchbook so that if I died in real
life, I could still exist inside Terra Sempre.
How do you react when people sing “Happy Birthday” to you in a restaurant?
Just… no.
Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo, what would it be and where?
If not, what if you had to?
Yes. In fact, based on our experiences in Terra Sempre,
Farrah and I want to get inked with an image of the Da Vinci flying machine
wing on our ankles.
Thanks again for visiting
with us today Cameron and we hope to see you again soon!!!!
***
Inked
by: Chris Ledbetter
Series: Terra Sempre Saga, Book 2
Genre: YA contemporary/ fantasy romance
by: Chris Ledbetter
Series: Terra Sempre Saga, Book 2
Genre: YA contemporary/ fantasy romance
Evernight Teen
Publishing / 65k
Release Date: July 1, 2016
You're Not Truly Alive Until You Know What You Would Die For...
Release Date: July 1, 2016
You're Not Truly Alive Until You Know What You Would Die For...
Driven by unbearable aches of absence and longing, Cameron and Farrah are lured back inside the cursed sketchbook and the perilous Terra Sempre that siphoned their souls and almost cost them their lives.
Undeterred by a gathering storm of threats and complications, Cameron and Farrah find unlikely allies in both realms, but what Cameron discovers in Terra Sempre might make him want to stay there forever.
Buy Links: ARe Evernight Teen Amazon
Amazon: https://amzn.com/B01F7VFJA2
Evernight Teen: http://www.evernightteen.com/inked-by-chris-ledbetter/
***
Teaser:
“You actually running?” Farrah asks, biting into an orange. Juice runs down the side of her mouth. If there weren’t so many people out here, I’d help her out with that. She catches me looking and licks her lips.
“I have something for you later,” I whisper.
She mouths back, “I bet you do.” A wicked grin creases her cheeks.
“Back to your question … before you distracted me. No, I hadn’t planned on running. I was just helping Jamison out. You?”
“Show me what you’re made of. Let’s go.”
“Oh, you’re challenging me?”
She props her hands on her hips and arches her perfect brows. “Scared?”
“Oh, girl, you are on.” I grab her hand and drag her playfully over to where J’s classmates are handing out tags. I pick up two. She pins mine on the back of my shirt. The sensation of her fingers working against my upper back sends shivers down my spine. The good kind.
Then she strips out of her hoodie to reveal a navy blue racer-back tank top. She pats her torso to indicate where she’d rather have the tag placed. I gaze into her eyes before sinking past her chest to her taut stomach. I pull the stretchy fabric away from her skin so I don’t poke her with the pins. My fingers graze her fluttering stomach and her breath catches. She bites her lip and closes her eyes, turns her head and smiles. Like she can hide it. When I’m done, I give her a slight tickle.
She wrinkles her nose at me. “Don’t be trying to distract me, mister Cameron. I intend to beat you.”
“Everyone line up!” Jamison calls out on the megaphone.
We arrange ourselves in the middle of the pack. Farrah tips her chin up to me while smoothing her red mane back. The starting gun fires, and the cluster of runners takes off. The path winds among tall pines that stand against the sky like sentinels. Through the first quarter of a mile, Farrah and I hang on to a steady pace. My breathing is good. The second half mile, she increases her pace a bit, but I’m right on her heels. During the second mile, though, she begins to pull away. I rationalize this by convincing myself that I’m saving energy for the kick at the end, except the pace I’m running now is pretty dang fast, even for me. And she’s still five feet or so ahead. She has a mighty sweet running stride. Her hamstrings are the sexiest things known to mankind.
With a mile or so left to go, she glances over her shoulder and kicks into the next gear, crossing the bridge spanning the pond where ducks are fed by passersby. At the half mile to go mark, I launch into as much kick as I have left in the tank. But it’s not enough. My legs are heavy as logs. I simply can’t pick them up and put them down fast enough.
She got me.
I cross the finish line and catch my breath while walking over to the snack table. By the time I get there, Farrah’s waiting for me with an orange wedge in her mouth turned outward. She crooks her finger to beckon me to her. Then she points toward the orange. I can barely contain the giddy level of sensual excitement that wells up. I dart furtive glances all around.
We’re surrounded by school mates, some I recognize, some she knows. A girl catches my gaze and raises her eyebrows. Great. I fidget with the bottom of my shirt, and then clear my throat.
Farrah tips her head to the side and bats her eyelashes. I turn quick peeks over both shoulders, and then I dive in and suck on the orange that’s in her mouth. She leans into me and moans a little. When I’m done, I must have the biggest grin on my face.
“Get a room!” Jamison yells.
OMG! I can’t believe he put me on blast like that. Everyone within ten feet turns toward us. Inside, I’m still grinning like I won a million dollars. On the outside, not so much. I curl my toes up in my shoes and cover my head with a towel to dry off.
Farrah whispers, “God, I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
I turn to her. “At least everyone here is an ally. Or at the least, a marketing nerd.”
She laughs. “Or an art nerd.”
“Yeah, ‘cause there are no glasses-wearing, journalism editors here either.”
Her lips stifle a smile. “You watch your mouth, buddy.”
“You watch it for me.”
“Cheeky.” She nudges my hip and bites into another orange. “By the way, what took you so long back there?”
“Shut up.”
“You actually running?” Farrah asks, biting into an orange. Juice runs down the side of her mouth. If there weren’t so many people out here, I’d help her out with that. She catches me looking and licks her lips.
“I have something for you later,” I whisper.
She mouths back, “I bet you do.” A wicked grin creases her cheeks.
“Back to your question … before you distracted me. No, I hadn’t planned on running. I was just helping Jamison out. You?”
“Show me what you’re made of. Let’s go.”
“Oh, you’re challenging me?”
She props her hands on her hips and arches her perfect brows. “Scared?”
“Oh, girl, you are on.” I grab her hand and drag her playfully over to where J’s classmates are handing out tags. I pick up two. She pins mine on the back of my shirt. The sensation of her fingers working against my upper back sends shivers down my spine. The good kind.
Then she strips out of her hoodie to reveal a navy blue racer-back tank top. She pats her torso to indicate where she’d rather have the tag placed. I gaze into her eyes before sinking past her chest to her taut stomach. I pull the stretchy fabric away from her skin so I don’t poke her with the pins. My fingers graze her fluttering stomach and her breath catches. She bites her lip and closes her eyes, turns her head and smiles. Like she can hide it. When I’m done, I give her a slight tickle.
She wrinkles her nose at me. “Don’t be trying to distract me, mister Cameron. I intend to beat you.”
“Everyone line up!” Jamison calls out on the megaphone.
We arrange ourselves in the middle of the pack. Farrah tips her chin up to me while smoothing her red mane back. The starting gun fires, and the cluster of runners takes off. The path winds among tall pines that stand against the sky like sentinels. Through the first quarter of a mile, Farrah and I hang on to a steady pace. My breathing is good. The second half mile, she increases her pace a bit, but I’m right on her heels. During the second mile, though, she begins to pull away. I rationalize this by convincing myself that I’m saving energy for the kick at the end, except the pace I’m running now is pretty dang fast, even for me. And she’s still five feet or so ahead. She has a mighty sweet running stride. Her hamstrings are the sexiest things known to mankind.
With a mile or so left to go, she glances over her shoulder and kicks into the next gear, crossing the bridge spanning the pond where ducks are fed by passersby. At the half mile to go mark, I launch into as much kick as I have left in the tank. But it’s not enough. My legs are heavy as logs. I simply can’t pick them up and put them down fast enough.
She got me.
I cross the finish line and catch my breath while walking over to the snack table. By the time I get there, Farrah’s waiting for me with an orange wedge in her mouth turned outward. She crooks her finger to beckon me to her. Then she points toward the orange. I can barely contain the giddy level of sensual excitement that wells up. I dart furtive glances all around.
We’re surrounded by school mates, some I recognize, some she knows. A girl catches my gaze and raises her eyebrows. Great. I fidget with the bottom of my shirt, and then clear my throat.
Farrah tips her head to the side and bats her eyelashes. I turn quick peeks over both shoulders, and then I dive in and suck on the orange that’s in her mouth. She leans into me and moans a little. When I’m done, I must have the biggest grin on my face.
“Get a room!” Jamison yells.
OMG! I can’t believe he put me on blast like that. Everyone within ten feet turns toward us. Inside, I’m still grinning like I won a million dollars. On the outside, not so much. I curl my toes up in my shoes and cover my head with a towel to dry off.
Farrah whispers, “God, I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
I turn to her. “At least everyone here is an ally. Or at the least, a marketing nerd.”
She laughs. “Or an art nerd.”
“Yeah, ‘cause there are no glasses-wearing, journalism editors here either.”
Her lips stifle a smile. “You watch your mouth, buddy.”
“You watch it for me.”
“Cheeky.” She nudges my hip and bites into another orange. “By the way, what took you so long back there?”
“Shut up.”
***
Praise for
DRAWN:
"Ledbetter
successfully makes his fantastic premise very believable... Farrah is a good
foil for Cameron, and Ledbetter does a fine job developing their friendship and
romantic connection... Because this is not a graphic novel, descriptions are
important, and Ledbetter’s finely detailed descriptions serve as effective
illustrations for Cameron’s journey.
Inventive,
fast-paced fantasy with imaginative settings and engaging characters." ~
Kirkus Reviews
"From
the start, I was intrigued with the rare sighting of a young adult male action
hero... then, with a quick flip of the switch... Ledbetter takes an innovative
turn, with the right amount of creative risk, to amp the story with
action-driven, suspenseful, mysterious and romantic elements.
The twist
and turns, once started, didn't stop until the end. Lives must be saved. Time
is running out. My last wish is that this fantasy adventure hasn't ended."
~Michelle Monkou, USATODAY HEA Blog
"Stunning!
Each word was vividly woven together, creating a brilliant read... Art is a
huge theme throughout, and the way the author clearly weaves fantasy and
real-life scenarios is simply amazing. I couldn't stop reading this once I
picked it up. Filled with tender moments, hard decisions Cameron has to make.
Drawn was original every step of the way!" BTS Book Reviews
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Author Bio:
He's a proud member of SCBWI (Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators) and a strong supporter of the Need for Diverse Books. As a self-described, young reluctant reader, he writes young adult stories specifically to reach other reluctant readers.
He now lives in Wilmington, NC with his family, including three cats.
Social Media Links:
Website: http://www.csledbetter.com/
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/ChrisLedbetter.Author
Twitter Profile: https://twitter.com/Chris_Ledbetter
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Chris-Ledbetter/e/B0037Z8T9O
Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6926810.Chris_Ledbetter
Goodreads Book Page~ INKED: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28937728-inked
Pinterest Inspo Board INKED: https://www.pinterest.com/chris_ledbetter/inked-novel-board/
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