Interview with Krista Holle
1. Describe your book in 3 words.
Tough question. Let’s go with: unexpected, angst, love.
2. What inspired you to write The Wind Whisperer.
2. What inspired you to write The Wind Whisperer.
Pocahontas was my inspiration. When I wrote The Wind Whisperer I was living on land that Pocahontas once owned. It was a piece of land given to her by her father when she married the tobacco farmer John Rolfe. A lot of the customs and lifestyles of my fictional tribe were inspired by the Powhatan tribe that lived locally.
3. Where do you usually write?
3. Where do you usually write?
When I wrote The Wind Whisperer it was at my desk in the basement, complete with concrete floors and cinderblock walls. Now I write on my living room sofa. I’ll have to wait for a kid or two to move out before I get my own office.
4. What is the one thing (or multiple) you always have with you while writing?
4. What is the one thing (or multiple) you always have with you while writing?
I like to write in tomb like silence. I’m usually wearing sound silencing head phones. My sock stealing cat, Mia, will be by my side.
5. Which are your top 3 favorite series/books of all time?
5. Which are your top 3 favorite series/books of all time?
Harry Potter, Twilight, Divergent.
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Social Media Links:
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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007VDLC4C
Author
Bio:
Krista Holle is an award winning author who stepped up her
writing after reading Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight
series. It occurred to Krista that there
is an insatiable audience of women and girls who want to read books filled with
stories about true love—not just vampires.
When Krista is not writing, she loves to collect seashells, watch
movies, and eat obscene amounts of pizza.
Krista currently resides in Montpelier, Virginia with her husband, four
daughters and an eccentric cat with a weird attachment to the family’s
socks.
Books and Links:
The Wind Whisperer (young adult—paranormal romance):
Publication date: Coming this
October 15, 2013
Publisher: (Independent) Sweet
River Romance
Pages: 302
Amazon: http://goo.gl/mg6uFB
Kobo: http://goo.gl/iclbSt
Barnes & Noble: http://goo.gl/gFW2rl
Tag Line: This love triangle just got
dangerous…
Blurb: At fifteen, Anaii is the
most important member of her tribe—and the most mysterious. Ever since Anaii can remember, the spirits of
the wind have whispered of fertile hunting grounds and imminent enemy attacks. But when her people are ambushed by a brother
clan without any apparent cause, the spirits remain eerily silent.
As the village prepares to
retaliate, Anaii is pressured by her best friend, Elan, to marry him. It’s an old plea—Elan has spent a lifetime
loving her, but Anaii only sees a childhood playmate out of an imposing
warrior. Stifled by Elan’s insistence,
Anaii escapes into the forest where she meets Jayttin, the beautiful son of the
enemy chief.
Enamored by Jayttin’s carefree spirit and hope for peace,
she repeatedly sneaks away to be with him, but when her deception is
discovered, Elan is devastated. Pledging his lifelong affection, Elan gives
her a passionate kiss, and Anaii begins to see her friend in a new light.
While Anaii is tormented over
which man she must choose, the wind whispers of a new threat that could destroy
both tribes. Only a union will afford a
chance at survival, but the reality of that union is based on one thing—which
man Anaii chooses to die.
Excerpt:
I looked around cautiously before freezing at the sketchy outline of a muscular man
partially hidden in the grass. A man! He was sprawled
on his back and golden pink from too many hours in the sun. My heart
pounded to see the unfamiliar pattern of a deer on his breechcloth. I had
marched myself directly into the reach of a Zennite warrior!
I gingerly took a step backwards, but to my horror, the
man’s black eyes fluttered open. I turned and hurled myself back across
the meadow, just as the man shot up and flew after me like a predatory
bird. My muscles burned and strained to lengthen the space between us,
but getting away was hopeless. I was not a challenge to even the young
boys in the foot races.
After a few powerful strides, the warrior tackled me to the
ground, painfully grazing the skin on my cheek. I wheezed a few times
before my lungs filled with air.
“A Chippoke?” he asked between breaths.
I feverishly punched and kicked to free myself.
“Get—off—me!”
“Stop! I’m not going to hurt you,” the warrior chuckled as
he struggled to pin my arms and legs. His voice was calm and pleasant,
but lying was no different than breathing to a Zennite.
“I cannot promise the same,” I wheezed as I fought.
“You’re a bobcat,” he said with a laugh. “A bobcat
with no teeth or claws.”
“Let me go!”
“I will when you’re calm.”
Strong hands held my wrists while his full weight pinned my
torso against the earth. Fighting him was as useless as running.
“You are not a boy,” I spat angrily, fully taking in my attacker. It was
little comfort that he didn’t look like a bloodthirsty killer.
He was admittedly handsome with an angular face and sleek black hair that
hung well past his shoulders. He was not as tall as Elan, but
his muscles were narrow and built for speed. There was something
different about his eyes too. They were as black as soot—very unlike the
brown woodsy colors from our tribe.
The warrior smirked down at me. “My mother will be
very surprised to hear that. All this time she’s assumed…”
My face heated, but I fiercely met his gaze. The
Zenni were like wild dogs and pumas—they could smell emotions. “What I meant
was, you are a man, not a boy.”
“Oh, I see, but you must understand, I’m not a man
yet.”
“You must understand I’m a squirrel! Get off!
You’re hurting me!” I ordered with a useless heave.
“No,” he said with a smirk.
It was then I realized I might die—right after I was
lulled into a false sense of security. My chest pounded as I searched for
the killer’s weapon. “Are you going to kill me?”
“I do not feel like killing you just yet,” he said
as his long hair swirled in my face. Were we to play a
game before he killed me?
“I am glad the mood doesn’t strike you,” I snarled.
The warrior studied me with a drawn brow. Was he guessing that I was the
forest witch? I didn’t think I looked like a witch, but I wasn’t certain
what one should look like—evil at least.
“I don’t understand something,” the warrior said.
“Your eyes are blue—the blue of an angry sky. Are you the daughter of a
god?”
“Yes,” I said, heaving against his weight again. “Now
get off me, or my father Achak will strike you dead with lightening.”
Other
Books by Krista Holle:
The Lure of Shapinsay
(Winner
of the Reader’s Choice Award for
Paranormal
Romance 2012)
Published December 2011
Amazon link: http://goo.gl/mddYnS
Barnes and Noble:
http://goo.gl/QKYhIa
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Ive had my eye on this since I featured it on my blog. It sounds awesome :)
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