Today I am delighted to have Sophia Kimble visiting, to talk about her book Protect Her from Soul Mate Publishing. Welcome, Sophia.
Thank you, it’s good to be here and share a bit about Protect Her. Below is a transcription of my notes from a meeting that took place on June 9th. That morning, and what transpired in the days to follow, prompted me to write it all down, to tell Golden’s story. Protect Her, available from Soul Mate Publishing, is an accounting of these events:
I stood on the front stoop of a modest two-story bungalow in Huntington Beach, California with moist palms. I’d met Golden Alexander and her sister, Maggie before, but being at their house made me nervous, especially this early in the morning before the sun had come up. Golden’s story had scared the crap out of me since I’d first heard it, and though I needed to find out if what she said was real, I wasn’t really looking forward to being so close to her, and well, the thing she’d told me about.
Maggie answered my knock wearing a blue robe, black curly hair a mess, and looking frazzled, to say the least. When I looked past her shoulder to Golden, a drop dead gorgeous blonde whose body trembled beneath a pink tank top and boxer shorts, a sheen of sweat coating her brow, I understood Maggie’s demeanor. Something wasn’t right.
Maggie motioned me inside and asked Golden, “What happened?”
“The demon . . . it came back.”
Those five words sped my pulse and I wanted to get back in my car and drive fast and far, but I didn’t. I’d never been able to pass up a good story, and Golden’s had the makings of an incredible one.
Maggie closed her eyes and took what appeared to be a calming breath before she walked past us toward the back of the house. Golden pegged me with a glance and whispered, “She’s never believed me.”
Golden glanced up the stairs, and I, of course, followed suit. It was obvious that’s where she’d seen the creature, and visions of an insect-like body, crimson eyes below horns, and a grotesque forked tongue circled my mind. I tightened the grip on my notebook and pen, the clasp digging into my palm as I prayed I wouldn’t see the thing.
Golden sighed and took a few yoga breaths. “Don’t worry, it’s gone.”
I nodded and she wrapped her arms around her chest and walked toward the sound of coffee gurgling in the next room. With a last look up the stairs, worrying my butt off, I hurried after her.
She pulled out a chair from the kitchen table, motioned to an empty seat next to her, and sat across from Maggie who stared into one of the three mugs of coffee sitting on the scarred teak surface. Man, you could cut the tension with a knife.
“I think you should go see Dr. Rosenthal again,” Maggie said.
Golden jerked her gaze to her sister, and out of the corner of my eye, I spied her legs bobbing a mile a minute, fists clenched under the table.
“I don’t need to see a psychiatrist. I need to get the hell out of this house!”
Annnd, that was my cue to leave. “Maybe we should reschedule?”
Golden shook her head at me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about staying, but opened my notebook and started taking notes.
Maggie’s spoon made a slow circuitous path in her coffee. “Golden, it’s sleep paralysis. You need to start taking your medication again.”
I knew what sleep paralysis was, had actually met Golden in the library while researching it after having experiencing it myself. You wake up while still being in the REM cycle of sleep and can’t move. It’s very scary, and it’s common to have hallucinations during the episode . . . demons being seen frequently. Antidepressants are sometimes used to keep it from happening, though since I’d only had one episode, I’d never personally tried that route.
Golden waited a few seconds before saying anything, looking like she was trying to get a hold of her anger. “Dr. Rosenthal is wrong, and so are you. The meds did nothing but space me out. The demon still came. The only difference being I was so drugged up I didn’t tell you about it.”
“The doctor’s not wrong, you’re not thinking clearly right now.” Maggie almost sounded robotic in her response, like this conversation had happened many times before, and I wondered just how many times Golden had seen the demon.
Golden’s words were measured and slow. “There’s nothing wrong with how I’m thinking. The problem is you don’t believe me. You never have.”
Tink, tink, tink, Maggie’s spoon hit the side of her mug as she stared at the wall. A clock ticked above a dripping faucet, the soft plink, plop making my frayed nerves jump.
“I’m leaving, and I’m not going to see Dr. Rosenthal or anyone else so they can tell me I’m just imagining something I know is real.”
Maggie sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. She didn’t say anything, but kept stirring of her coffee. Tink, tink, tink. Golden had told me she was moving to Vermont, to go to college, get away. I guessed it was more than the demon she was running from.
Tink, tink, tink. “You’re not ready for this, Golden. You and I both know it,” Maggie said.
Golden sighed. “I have to do this. Please try to be happy for me.”
Maggie pinched the bridge of her nose as if trying to stave off a headache, then gave Golden a weak smile and a small nod before returning her gaze to her coffee.
“Just promise me you’ll come home if things don’t . . . work out,” Maggie said.
Golden stood, kissed the top of Maggie’s head and grabbed her mug, taking it to the sink. I noticed she didn’t promise Maggie anything, and I got the feeling she’d never move back here regardless of whether the demon were real or not.
A heaviness settled around the kitchen, its thickness coated my mouth and almost tasted sour. The situation between them had become a stale-mate. Maggie didn’t think she should go and Golden didn’t want to stay.
Golden waved at me to follow her as she walked out of the kitchen toward the front of the house. I thanked Maggie, rinsed my cup in the sink, jiggling the handle until the drip stopped, and followed Golden.
In the living room, Golden settled herself on the couch, I took a chair. Golden’s gaze strayed to the staircase illuminated by a glow from the porch light streaming in through the sidelight window, and she shivered.
“Do you ever wonder if you’re going crazy, or are already there?”
I assured her I had and she closed her eyes. “Heavenly blue morning glories.”
“Pardon?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
“It’s my favorite flower. It also happens to be the color of the man’s eyes I’ve been seeing in my dreams since I first saw the demon seven years ago. I know his eyes almost better than I know my own. Almond shaped with scattered flecks of violet, long lashes surrounding the piercing blue color, light-brown eyebrows, and sandy-brown hair hanging to his shoulders. He comforts me.”
I kept quiet, waiting for her to continue.
“God, I wish he was real. Dr. Rosenthal said I invented him to help with the traumatic loss in my life, and I guess he’s right about that, even though he’s full of crap about the other diagnoses.”
“What other diagnoses?”
Her lids popped open, deep green eyes boring into mine.
“The demon, Sophia . . . it’s real.”
OK…. I officially have chills now. Powerful.
Blurb for Protect Her:
Golden Alexander is trapped in a nightmare.
Trying to flee her hallucination of a demon, she runs heart first into the brooding alpha male she’s been dreaming about for years, and then her nightmare really begins.
Kris Pietka is done with women…he’s broken. But when he meets Golden, an overwhelming need to protect her tests everything he thought he knew about himself, and the paranormal.
A bond forged centuries ago thrusts them together as they search for a way to break an ancient Druid curse prophesying their demise. Racing against the clock, they travel from Vermont, to the Carpathian Mountains in Poland, and the Scottish Highlands in search of answers and a way to break the curse.
But something evil watches—it covets, and time is running out.
Will fate allow love to prevail against unbeatable odds, or will Golden wake to find it was all a delusion?
So the question we have to ask now is: Does love burn eternal?
Protect Her is the first novel in The Druid’s Curse series.
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Wow, okay, just in case your socks aren’t blown off yet with all that, here is a little personal stuff about Sophia. Take it away….
Well, I have always wanted to be an author, but for years, life got in the way. I wouldn’t change a thing about how my life turned out, though. My family keeps me laughing and loving. My wonderful husband and two extraordinary children stand beside me every step of the way and make this journey called life worth living.
In addition, I have worked as a nurse for twenty years, but have put that career path aside to devote my time and imagination to writing down the stories that keep me up nights.
I take my love of the paranormal, history, and genealogy and weave them into tales of family, fated love, and supernatural occurrences.
That’s just great, Sophia. Where can readers connect with you?
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I love to hear from my readers.
Yes, so do I. Building a relationship with our readers and fans is as much fun as writing for them. Well, as we wrap up this visit, I am glad you stopped in, Sophia, and I wish you great success with “PROTECT HER”. Let’s see that cover just one more time, shall we?