Friday, August 9, 2013

Blitz | Creatura by Nely Cab





Creatura by Nely Cab
Publication date: August 6th, 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal

Synopsis:
Isis can control her dreams. Or she could-until recently. The creature in her nightmares has been haunting her for months. As if being dumped wasn’t bad enough, now she dreads going to sleep. She decides to confront the creature and win back some of her peace; only, she finds that he’s not a monster and he’s not a dream.

A sacrifice for love, a shocking discovery and a jealous ex-boyfriend blur the lines between reality and dreams, making it hard to tell who the real monsters are.

Who would’ve known…that sometimes love is lethal?







AUTHOR BIO:
Nely Cab was born on December 9, 1974, in Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico. She has lived and resided in a small, quiet South Texas town most of her life. Putting her Computer Accounting skills to use, Nely worked in banking for several years. In 2001, the author relocated to Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico, where she dedicated time to the study of culinary arts and the art of oil painting. After her return to the U.S., Nely resumed her employment in banking and later transitioned to the field of Social Work.

Today, Nely Cab writes from the comfort of her home, where she lives with her husband and son. Her life goal is to check-off Bucket List Item No. 95,623,351: To conquer the world. While she aspires world domination, Nely continues to work on her debut series Creatura.

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Author Interview:
1.Can you tell our readers a few details about you? Where you were born? Do you have any brothers? Where have you spent your childhood?
I was born in Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico on December 9, 1974 (yes, I am old. LOL!) I have one brother who is six years younger than me and one sister who is 16 years younger than me. Although I was born in Mexico, I have lived in Texas since I was an infant.
2.What was your favorite game as a child?
I used to like to play “make-believe” or pretend with my cousin. He would pretend he was my pet monkey or dog and I would treat him like an animal. LOL! It sounds very mean now, but it was a fun game. I was only four-years-old, then.
3.How did you spend your time, as a child, and later, as a teenager? Did you love hanging out with friends, going on a concert or staying at home, writing and reading?
When I was a kid, I loved hanging out with my best friend and my cousins. We would play with our dolls or play outside. During my child hood I loved to read, but it would put me to sleep.
Later, in my teen years, I liked going to the movies and to the mall with friends and talking on the phone or watching television. I wasn’t much of a party animal. My parents were very strict, so I wasn’t allowed to be out too late. I would sometimes go to football games on Friday nights with my cousin and some friends. I didn’t write much when I was a teenager. I would imagine a lot stories and knew someday, when I had the time and was older, I would write them.  Since I had so much reading to do for school, I never really read books for pleasure. Shame on me.
Exerpt from Creatura:

“Why can’t you believe that I am real?” he asked.
“Because you’re not. Look at you with your golden skin andwings, wearing a skirt. How can I believe you’re real?” “I can prove it.”
“Oh, yeah? I dare you.”

“Do you, now?” David raised his brow.

“Double dare. And you should wear a skirt that looks more like pants for the occasion.”

“Your clever quips are very delightful, my lovely. Are you positively sure about this?”

“I’ve been waiting for this for three months.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Bring it on.”

“Very well. But I have to warn you, I’m quite the competitor.”
“Then there should be a prize for the winner to make it more interesting.”
“You’re proposing a wager?”
I nodded.
“If I win, you’ll leave my dreams forever,” I said. He gazed at me for a moment. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I saw a trace of a grin on his face.
“If I should win, you will believe me when I say I’m not a dream,” David said.

“If you say so,” I snickered. “I guess this is goodbye since I’ll be winning.”
“And...” he said
“There’s more?”

“And...you will never again come here.”

“Okay,” I said. “Fair enough.”

“And...” he said again.

“That’s too many ‘ands’.”

And...” he continued, “I bid you not farewell, but good morrow.”

David tipped his head as he disappeared, leaving behind a cloud of golden dust.





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