May 9, 2019

Ten Questions for a Fictional Character: Justine of Would You Have Believed Me?

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Hey, everyone! This is the third and final in the character interview series for Would You Have Believed Me? which is publishing tomorrow! Don’t miss this wonderful book!

To read Interview 1 click here, to read Interview 2 click here.

12/29 3:00 p.m.

Eric rises from the chair to be replaced by the same young girl I had met hurrying from the house earlier, Justine.

I extend my hand, offering her a smile which she returns despite the bags beneath her eyes. “Annya Qunitero.”

Her head bobs in acknowledgment, her handshake firm. “I’m sorry I had to run off like that earlier. Last moment errands I had promised Mom I would do before the big day.” She fidgets in her seat, her gaze flicking away for a moment.

“Not a problem. Shall we begin?”

She excuses herself for a moment to grab us two cups of hot tea before we begin. Read the rest of this entry »

March 18, 2019

Ten Questions for a Fictional Character: Camille Arnold Martin of Would You Have Believed Me? #1 of the Step into Darkness Series

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Camille is a central character in Would You Have Believed Me? which is #1 of the Step into Darkness Series. Check out this awesome character interview with her!

justinaluther's avatarAuthor Justina Luther

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12/29 2:00 p.m.

My cab pulls up outside a nondescript suburban house with tan siding in Adnerba, Ohio and I tug my bag with notebooks and pens after me, swinging it over my shoulder. You’re Annya Quintero, you can do this. So what if this is the first interview you’ve done where your name is connected to it? You’ve got this! Shivering against the winter blast, I start up the front walk, passing a hulking man with auburn hair and amber eyes. I smile at him, readying to see if he knows where Camille is, but the glower he gives me makes me rethink the idea.

When I ring the doorbell the front door swings open and a petite girl with brilliant gray eyes stands smiling up at me. “You must be Annya! Come in, Mom is back in the kitchen. You’re interviewing her first, then my boyfriend Eric, and…

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