Today, I have the author of “Pandora’s Box”, Gracen Miller. She just celebrated a birthday yesterday so I hope this gets a good turnout. Kind of like a day-after celebration. Everyone be sure to send her your belated best.
A MOTHER’S NIGHTMARE
Where do authors get their ideas for a story? I take mine from everyday stuff a lot of times. A song lyric can serve as inspiration. Other times a vague comment by a friend will spawn creativity. But I get my
best stuff from my dreams. Or nightmares as some would call them.
Pandora’s Box was spawned from a nightmare. Yes, a nightmare! My nightmares can be disturbing, stuff that is so troubling I won’t voice them for fear of giving them power. One such troubling nightmare, the villain in the Road to Hell series was using infants as target practice. That dream left me with a very sick feeling in my gut. It took me days to shake off that particular nightmare and I won’t
give it life in any story. However, I do love some of my nightmares because they jump-start my Muse with creativity.
Who would love to go demon hunting with Sam and Dean Winchester? Supernatural fan wouldn’t love a dream with the boys, right? The only way that dream could get better is if the Winchester actually
stepped foot into my house. In this particular dream, the boys were at my house trying to save me from getting eaten by a ghost, which turned into a demon. You know how dreams are, the parameters change randomly and it makes total sense in the dream! In the beginning of the dream, we were in an unrecognizable house and by the end of the dream in my current one. And this made total sense in the dream!
LOL The ghost/demon didn’t worry me even though Sam and Dean kept telling me it should. I reminded them over and over again that ghosts visit me all the time and I knew how to handle them. Easy-peasy stuff. They were soooo not needed, except for as eye-candy. Never turn away prime eye-candy, that’s my motto. 😉 Anyway, Dean was upset, calling me a stubborn chick…I don’t remember saying thanks to that quip, but I do remember taking it as a compliment! LOL
I told the ghost/demon to leave. In response, my subconscious altered the parameters. The paranormal monster now targeted my children, wanted to steal their soul or possess them—I’m not sure which
really, all that mattered was that they were the new aim. FYI, in mother lingo that means: Game-freakin’-on! I’m rolling up my sleeves and I will hunt it down and kill it slowly for even turning
its murderous eyes on them! *smiles sweetly*
Furious and ready to kill the ghost/demon, I demanded directions from the Winchesters on how to annihilate this sucker that endangered my babies! Dean was being snarky, calling me sweetheart and reminding me that I should let the professionals handle it. You know, I really didn’t like Dean-dream’s attitude! He was this close *demonstrates with forefinger and thumb clamped together* from
getting smacked upside the head!!
He and I were going at it when I woke up. I came out of that nightmare angry and terrified. It took me a few moments of blinking in the dark room to realize it was just a dream. My kids were okay, slumbering across the hall in their beds. When that reality set in, I was a bit miffed about not getting the opportunity to kill the creature or smack Dean. I hate the way dreams end without any finality to them. It’s like watching a romance movie where one of them dies at the end…. You’re vested, only to be disappointed at the end!
But I got to thinking…the worst nightmare any parent can endure is when their child is harmed. Especially when it’s something you cannot control nor do anything about. The absolute helplessness of this is crushing. I’ve endured this type of debilitation with my eldest son when he began to suffer grand mal seizures. Nothing I could do but twiddle my thumbs and watch while he endured them. We finally found the magical pill that controlled them and he outgrew them—whew!—but we were ultimately unable to help.
The nightmare got me to thinking “what if”…
What if a mother was faced with something supernatural tormenting her child? What if doctors couldn’t help? What if she had no idea what she should do? What if it’d plagued her entire life without her knowledge? How would she react? How could she battle an unknown entity when she had no knowledge of the supernatural world? Wouldn’t she require help, guidance, and a teacher….anyone with experience to help her?
Ultimate question…How far would she go to save her son and how reckless would she become? I’m the daughter of a Baptist preacher, so using demons and fallen angels as the foundation for the story was natural. Giving the heroine the same background was right, too. Yet, her relationship with her parents was volatile and she no longer believes in God.
That’s how Pandora’s Box was conceived. My nightmare spawned characters that are so real-to-life in my head, I don’t question their chatter any longer. I love each of them—even the villain—as if they were
my own children. Their world unravels in my mind like I’m peeking through eyes into a very real world. The hardest part of this story was coming up with the heroine’s name. lol
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Pandora’s Box Blurb:
Where does the road to Hell begin?
What happens when your son turns homicidal overnight and your husband disappears on his way to work? Do you cower in fear or fight for your life? Madison Wescott fights against the odds. Distrustful of a God she doesn’t believe in, she finds herself face-to-face with a world she didn’t know existed and discovers her own soul is darkened with demonic connections.
With good intentions? Or by demonic design?
Phoenix Birmingham bursts into Madison’s life in a whirlwind of sarcasm and sexual appeal. A hero for the masses—and for her jaded heart—but few will ever know the sacrifices he has made or the sacrifices to come. Discovering her entire life has been influenced by multifaceted paranormal beings, Madison is determined to defeat the apocalyptic blueprint fate has decreed, but only one man dares to challenge the supernatural forces manipulating them. Even with Phoenix’s aid, can destiny be denied? Or will demonic design prevail while they pay the crucial price with their souls?
In a small, sleepy Alabama town the battle for mankind’s liberty has begun…
Pandora’s Box Excerpt:
She nodded and watched as he doused gauze with antiseptic. “Dr. Nix at your service,” he said with a grin, two adorable dimples charming her where words failed.
Madison rolled her eyes, and tipped her head to the side to give him better access. He brushed her hair off her neck, back behind her shoulder. Such a simple gesture, yet it felt terribly personal. The air grew thick and sticky with her awareness of him. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs.
Madison stared into his eyes. Green, she thought, his eyes were green, gorgeous and intense, with ridiculously long eyelashes women would fantasize about. If they didn’t, they should. A flicker of compassion, concern, and something else she couldn’t identify flashed in his eyes.
“Ready?” he asked.
The husky tenor of his voice forced her gaze to shift to his mouth. Nice, sexy lips, designed for kissing. She gave a mental shake but couldn’t resist wondering how his mouth would feel on hers.
Humor deepened his voice, a touch of a smile tilted the edges of the lips she’d been fantasizing about, and she realized she still stared at them.
“You ready?” he asked again, and her eyes widened in embarrassment over her foolish stupor.
She swallowed hard. “Yeah.” She whispered past the lump in her throat and forced her vision to lock on the wall over his shoulder. Good God, what was wrong with her? Her pulse throbbed like crazy, and she felt woozy. Loss of blood! Must be why she reacted that way. No other explanation made sense.
Even though the antiseptic stung like hell, the gentle touch coming from such a gruff man surprised her. “It’s not bad,” he said, dabbing the blood away. “Just a nick.”
Well, she could nix the blood loss theory. Exhaustion and stress were the only other excuses she could come up with. “I’ve suffered worse.”
Her voice sounded off, kind of hoarse. She tried to clear her throat delicately, but he must have noticed her unease, because his perceptive eyes met hers. Again, she thought she caught the edge of concern reflected in their green depths.
“This isn’t the first time he’s attacked you?”
“No. It’s the first time he’s tried to seriously kill me, though.”
She sighed as she closed her eyes, ready to give up fighting, the sudden tears threatening to fall. Okay, woozy and acting strange because of strain…not because of him. Seriously, as far as first impressions went, she wasn’t impressed.
Want to take the adventure with me on the road to Hell and discover how Madison answers each of my questions above? Pandora’s Box is available in e-book format at the following online stores: