Thursday, October 21, 2010
Halloween fun with Karen Michelle Nutt
Cate: Please welcome Karen Michelle Nutt to my special Halloween celebration. Karen, please tell us a little bit about yourself.
Karen: My name is Karen Michelle Nutt and I’m an author of paranormal romances, writing for Tease Publishing LLC, The Wild Rose Press, Highland Press and Victory Tales Press.
Time Travels have been a passion of mine. I have always been intrigued with the possibility of being able to reach back in time and change the past. Common sense says influencing the past isn’t impossible, but I can’t help but wonder: What if I can?
Fallen Angels, vampires and shape shifters embrace my darker side where their worlds intertwine with ours.
Cate: Love it, very cool. What do you love most about Halloween?
Karen: I love the decorations. Ghosts, witches, vampires, werewolves, bats—you name it, I can’t wait to decorate the house. The fall colors are beautiful with those different shades of rich orange, red and yellow.
Cate: Have you ever had an unusual experience you couldn’t explain?
Karen: (I’ve shared this story before on another blog, so if it sounds familiar you’ll know why. :) )
I have a quite a few ghost stories. Must be why I love the paranormal so much—it feels like home.
When I still lived at home (yes, that was eons ago) it was late and my mother and I were the only ones still up. (I’m the oldest of five. At the time this happened, my youngest sister wasn’t born yet.) I was working on a report for school in the kitchen and my mother was in the bathroom taking a bath. She kept the door slightly open so we could talk.
Every time there would be a ghostly appearance, I get this prickly feeling on my neck and swear the fine hairs on my arm would stand up. I was having one of those feelings. My mother was running the water in the bathroom and she says to me, “Who’s up with you?”
Of course no one was up. I was in the kitchen alone or so I thought. “No one’s up, mom.”
“I said who’s up with you?” She couldn’t hear me because of the water running.
Now I’m freaked. She sees someone and I don’t. I run into the bathroom. “No one is up with me.” I do believe I did a little dance of fright and my voice became shrill.
“What do you mean? I saw a hand reaching for you.”
My mom thought one of my younger brothers or sister had slipped out of bed.
I believe it was our resident ghost, a young blonde girl who appeared off and on through the years. She still hangs out. She’s the only consistent resident ghost, but we’ve had other over the years. I sometimes wonder if she brings them over, telling them, “Hey they’re a cool family. Come hang out for a while.”
Cate: Glad she's friendly! Ever gone on a ghost tour? Or ghost hunting on your own?
Karen: Love ghost tours. My husband and I try to join in on a ghost tour everywhere we vacation. Two of my good friends also like to go with me on ghost tours. They’ve all been different ranging from revealing the local legends, pure entertainment to a serious ghost hunt with a parapsychologist. A few Ghost Tours I’ve been on: The Queen Mary, Hollywood Cemetery, Hollywood Movie Stars, Gettysburg, St. Augustine the city tour and the lighthouse tour the Ghost Hunters investigated, San Diego, Boston and Salem, Eastern State Penitentiary (Ghost Hunters went there, too.), San Francisco, Ireland. I’m sure I’m missing a few. I posted quite a few of the pictures and information on my blog, KMN Books Blogspot and Author’s Den if anyone’s interested in knowing more about these places.
Cate: You'll have to let me know if you come back to Gettysburg! Tell us about your release, and where readers can find it online.
Karen: A Halloween Collection Anthology-Stimulating
There’s four stimulating stories to satisfy your romantic cravings. My tale is The Curse of Tempest Gate.
Blurb: Clarity Shaw, a reporter for Unbelievable Finds, seeks answers concerning the curse of Tempest Gate Cemetery. Warnings from the Bed and Breakfast’s receptionist and an old man only make her more curious. Determined to get her story, Clarity ventures into the old cemetery.
Even though she is tied to the legends surrounding Tempest Gate through her ancestry, Clarity does not believe in the paranormal. She intends to collect the local versions of the stories, take some photos, and be on her way.
A beautiful sculpture in the cemetery, a stone angel warrior, draws her attention and her admiration. Could this be the Archangel Michael? Then she finds out more than she bargains for when she sits in the devil’s chair on the eve of Halloween. Two entities need her for their own personal reasons, but only one will demand her heart.
Cate: Care to share an excerpt?
Karen: She chewed on her lower lip, debating if she should give the chair a try. “The stories surrounding the chair were meant to scare people,” she reminded herself, trying to forget Hester Higgins ominous warnings about the entity of Samael feeding off a person’s deeds. “Sordid deeds.” Her worse offense was taking extra cream home from the nearby coffee shop to use later at home. She couldn’t imagine Samael getting high off of that. Besides, the legend of the chair was probably invented to scare away vandals.
With a shrug of her shoulders, she plopped down in the chair, facing the Archangel Michael, who appeared to be eyeing her with disdain. “Don’t look at me that way. I had to sit here. I work for a magazine—and I’m talking to a statue.” She shook her head. It must have been the knock to her head. It made her loopy. She lifted her camera, facing the lens toward her. At arm’s length, she snapped a self-portrait of herself sitting in the chair. She looked at the picture on her screen, thinking it looked okay, but something in the corner of the photo caught her attention.
The clouds shifted overhead and the photo became shadowed. She had to magnify the picture, bringing the image closer to the screen. Her heart beat faster in her chest. A shadow in the shape of a man stood behind her off to the left of where she sat. She whipped around in her seat, half expecting to see the figure looming over her, but there was nothing there.
Her body relaxed and she sat back in the seat, studying the image once again. She might have dismissed the figure as a trick of the light if there hadn’t been two glowering red eyes staring back at her. “Now that’s creepy.”
The shadows deepened overhead. With a frown, she glanced up at the storm clouds moving in fast from the other direction to join the ones hovering overhead. She had to go now. Her windbreaker wouldn’t repel a downpour and she’d end up drenched. She flew to her feet, but something whipped around her waist like a vice and yanked her back into the chair. She let out a gasp of surprise as she glanced down at the ivy wrapping around her, binding her as securely as ropes would. She struggled against the plant determined to keep her prisoner, but her fingers were useless against the vine’s strength.
You’re sitting in the devil’s chair. The annoying voice in her head reminded her in a tone of how-stupid-can-you-get.
A scream crawled up her throat in a roar of denial. “Demons are not real! They are not real,” she yelled again.
“Oh, but they are,” a deep voice momentarily broke through her tirade.
Her limbs froze and her heart threatened to stop. The Archangel Michael stepped down from his base, his wings spread wide in a ruffle of feathers that sliced through the air. He no longer was a frozen stone effigy, but flesh and blood. His hair was seven shades of gold and his eyes as blue as the sky. Her mouth dropped open, but no words left her lips.
“I believe you asked for my service.” He bowed before her with a generous display of courtesy.
She let the scream come loose, bellowing like a banshee set free to find its prey.
Cate: Wonderful! What inspired you to write about the theme?
Karen: Have you ever seen a picture or a painting that just speaks to you? That is what happened to me when I saw the photo of a young woman leaning forward to kiss an angel's lips. A story begged to be told. How could I refuse. :)
The Curse of Tempest Gate is a new Halloween legend. The words blazed a trail across my computer screen with the story about a witch's curse, ghosts playing havoc and archangels dueling it out in a cemetery. All this from just one photo.
I guess it's true, a Photo is Worth a Thousand Words or in this case about 19k.
Cate: Gotta love that. :) Anything else you’d like to share?
Karen: I want to thank you for having me here today and letting me share my tale.
If you’re interested in learning more about my time travels and otherworldly tales, please stop by my website at: http://www.kmnbooks.com
Stop by my blog for interviews, contests and a whole lot of fun: http://kmnbooks.blogspot.com
Have a Spooktacular Halloween!!
Cate: Thanks so much for being my guest Michelle!
More spookiness tomorrow!