Thanks, Stacy, for having me on the blog! It’s always a
pleasure to be here.
Last month, I released my newest novel, The Marked. Well, sticking true to who I am, I wrote yet another
book in the paranormal genre, but it isn’t like my usual books. If you know me,
you know that I usually write Christian fiction, but I write in the paranormal
genre of Christian fiction. That’s what I’m known for, and that’s great! I love
my Entertaining Angels series.But what most people don’t realize is that I
wrote The Marked before I wrote Entertaining Angels. I was writing
paranormal fiction, non-Christian fiction, way before I started my Christian
fiction series, even back in high school. Back then, I was even writing about
I never thought that I would want to write anything in the
paranormal genre, but I loved reading it. I know that contradicts what I said
about writing a book with ghosts in it in high school, but nothing came of that
story, and I never finished it. (I regret that to this day because it’s gone. I
I was a HUGE Dean Koontz fan in Jr. high/high school. My dad
introduced me to his books, and Odd
Thomas was one of my favorite series, up until it went really weird. (I
stopped reading them after Brother Odd.) Anyway, I digress. I loved almost all
of his books, and I wanted to write suspense/thrillers like him. So, I tried my
hand at it with Read Me Dead. That’s
my only full-length novel to date that doesn’t have anything to do with the
Soon after, I wrote a book I haven’t published yet—or quite
finished—and it dealt with the paranormal too. Well, sort of. It’s complicated,
but then, I had the idea for The Marked.
It came from a dream I had about a vampire who saved me. That vampire later
became a hybrid, and that hybrid’s name is Milo. You’ll meet him in The Marked. So, I took this dream and I
rearranged it a bit—quite a lot actually—to become what it is now. And oh my
gosh! Writing about paranormal creatures is so much more fun than reading about
them! I threw myself completely into this world and invested so much time in
their backstory and research. I never knew how fun it was to write about mythical
creatures that didn’t exist!
I think I chose this genre because to me, reading is all
about an escape. That’s what I always used it for. It would be my happy place
at the end of the day. It would be a way for my mind to transpose me to
somewhere different, and I wanted so desperately to be a part of that for
someone else. I wanted to create these worlds that others could get lost in
like I got lost in like in Odd Thomas,
Twilight, The Vampire Academy, etc.
And I don’t think people will ever stop loving paranormal
books because it is so different than our reality. When you know that creatures
like vampires don’t really exist, it’s fun to get lost in a world where they are real.
What’s your favorite thing about the paranormal genre? Do
you read it much?
About The Marked:
Knight’s Academy Book 1:
Myka Williams has never fit in with her peers, and although
her adoptive parents are loving and supportive, she feels most at home alone in
When she's offered a full scholarship to Knight's Academy in the Smoky
Mountains of Tennessee, she takes the opportunity for a fresh start. She soon
learns that Knight’s Academy is more than just a school. Within the stone walls
of the institution, humans and vampires are mixing, and their offspring are
As Myka falls prey to the evil plan of the school, she makes a chilling
discovery about her own heritage and realizes that she’s at the Academy for
more than just an education. Myka must yield to her birthright at the risk of
losing everyone she loves or succumb to the fate that Knight’s Academy has in
store for her—a fate worse than death.
Emerald Barnes resides in a small town in Mississippi and
has the accent to prove it. She’s an auntie, a youth leader, a Whovian, a
little bit of a nerd, a reader, a writer, and a family-oriented person. God is
number One in her life, and she thanks Him continuously for His love and favor.
She’s addicted to tv and binge-watching shows, and she has a thing for
loves working as a nurse and living in Celebration Township—or he did until
Riayn Simmers showed up in town, and a secret from his past is threatened to be
Riayn Simmers is shocked to find her college love-and the man she had called a
heathen-residing in the same town as her aunt. Now Riayn needs to decide if she
can handle sticking around to run her aunt’s bakery, My Baked Buns.
Somehow Riayn and Jason must find a way to coexist in the small town, but what
happens when Jason’s secret is exposed and he’s up to be auctioned off at the
Valentine’s Day Party? Will the town believe, as Riayn once did, that Jason
truly is a heathen, or will he finally win over her heart for good?
(Clean (no on-scene sex) but does contain language)
The Celebration Series
Welcome to the third book in the Celebration Township Series, Heathens to
Hearts. This series consists of thirteen novel and novellas that take place
over the course of a year, beginning with Christmas. During that year, twelve
more stories will unfold in the Township of Celebration, Pennsylvania, and each
release will coincide with an upcoming holiday.
Tangled in Tinsel was the first book in the series and was released in October
of 2015. While these books constitute a series, they can also be standalone
Coming in Feb - Rainbows Bring Riches (St. Patrick's Day story)
I was dumbstruck as Linda introduced Riayn around the table to
Ian, Thad, Casey, and Corrine, but when she stopped at me, I could barely look
in Riayn’s direction. I was so rattled by Riayn’s sudden appearance after,
what, eight, nine years that I stood so quickly I almost knocked over my bulky
“We already know each
other.” I gave Linda a brisk nod and refused to glance at Riayn as I fled the
table without another word. My heart raced in my chest as past memories roared
through my skull in a deafening wave.
No doubt Linda was
going to bust my chops for taking off the way I did, but by the time she got
around to cornering me, I could hopefully come up with an explanation. I just
hoped that Riayn didn’t open her big mouth before I had a chance to speak with
My blood felt like it
was boiling under my skin and I practically shoved people out of my way to get
to the bar, “Dabby, give me a shot of whiskey.”
I clenched the worn
wooden edge of the bar and kept my back to the mass of people who had shown up
at Dabby’s New Year’s Party as the room began to spin.
Why the hell was she
here? I was tempted to turn and search for her in the crowd, but I waited
tensely for my shot, and when it arrived, it barely touched the bar before I
was throwing it down the hatch. “Another.”
Dabby raised an
eyebrow at me but didn’t say anything while he refilled my shot glass. I tossed
that one back just as quickly and then stared at the scuffed bar.
The burn of the first
shot was filling my gut, and the second one was working its way down my
esophagus. I didn’t normally do shots, not since college, but tonight it seemed
more than appropriate to throw back a few—numb the pain, numb the memories,
“You alright, man?” I
jolted to awareness to find Thad standing on my right side.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I
held my finger up to get Dabby’s attention since he had wandered off to help
“Please tell me you
don’t want another shot,” Dabby eyed me critically as he returned. He was a big
man who could easily be confused with a lumberjack because of his ever-present
flannel shirts and bushy beard. I guess it was good to look like a hard ass
when you owned a tavern, but if you really knew the man, you’d know he was a
“No, I’ll take a
“How many shots did
you just toss back?” Thad queried from beside me.
I turned to him, “Two,
and don’t worry, I promise I won’t drive home. I’ll sleep in my car if I have
to, but I won’t drive.”
Thad slapped a hand on
my back, “Good to know. I’d hate for one of my guys to have to arrest you for
DUI.” Thad Wagner was one of the local police officers on our small Celebration
Township police force, and a good friend to have.
“I’m not stupid,
Thad,” I retorted and winced as I considered how harsh the words sounded.
“Sorry, man. I know
you’re just looking out for me,” I said to Thad softly.
“That’s alright. You
want to talk about it?” Thad asked as he sipped from a longneck bottle,
probably the same one he’d been nursing the last hour.
“Nah, I’m good, but
thanks.” I gulped down half my beer to stop the burning in my throat.
“Alright, but you know
where I am if you want to talk.”
Thad slapped my back again and walked away,
leaving me with a storm of memories that immediately crashed around in my
Of all places, Riayn
had to show up here. I couldn’t help myself this time as the urge to look for
her struck me again. I’d blame it on the whiskey, not my lusting need to get
another peek at her after all these years.
Stacy Eaton is
a USA Today Best Selling author and began her writing career in October of
2010. Stacy took an early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen
years of service in 2016, with her last three years in investigations and crime
scene investigation to write full time.
Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law
enforcement, and her teen daughter who is working toward her second degree
black belt in Tae Kwon Do and on the choral and cheerleading squads at school.
She also has a son who is currently serving in the United States Navy.
Stacy is very involved in Domestic Violence Awareness and served on the Board
of Directors for her local Domestic Violence Center for three years.