Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Deamhan by Isaiyan Morrison - Interview & GIVEAWAY!!!

Title: Deamhan
Author: Isaiyan Morrison
Series: Deamhan Chronicles (#1)
Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Rainstorm Press
Release Date: Aug 12 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook and Print

Deamhan have survived by remaining hidden in the shadows. Ramanga, Lamia, Metusba, and Lugat have been overshadowed by what humans know as the modern vampire. But what if vampires aren’t the real threat?
One woman’s search for her mother who disappeared without a trace on the streets of Minneapolis takes her into the precarious world of Deamhan, psychic vampires who rule the underground nightlife in the city’s most darkest corners.
She gains the trust of the only other human familiar with the Deamhan lifestyle. With his help she finds not only can the Deamhan not be trusted but it’s her own father, president of a ruthless organization of researchers, who has diabolically maintained that distrust

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 Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minnesota. She moved to San Diego, California while in the Navy. After serving four years of active duty, she moved to Los Angeles. After a few years, she moved back to Minnesota where she started to pursue her dream to be an author. Her novel Deamhan, is the first book in the Deamhan Chronicles. She now resides in Texas with her two cats, a pit bull dog, and two guinea pigs.

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Other Works by Isaiyan Morrison

Deamhan Chronicles
Deamhan (#1)

Deamhan Tales

Veronica nodded, and the waitress disappeared into the crowd. Veronica held her breath to calm her rapid breathing in hopes the adrenaline coursing through her body would dissipate. The pulsating bass emanating from the speakers grew louder and more intense, causing her to rub her temples. The dancer from the bathroom had returned to the stage, now even more scantily clad in a short skirt with white electrical tape X’ed over her nipples, dancing in gymnastic gyrations.
The crowd’s movement grew violent, with patrons pushing and shoving. The throng morphed into a mosh pit, and Veronica wondered how long it would take before someone was crushed. Fog machines released a steady stream of mist from above the crowded dance floor, giving the huge room an ethereal atmosphere. The lights dimmed, and Veronica could hardly make out the waitress as she returned, carrying a shot of whiskey.
            “Here ya go.” She handed Veronica the drink.
Veronica gulped her drink and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, this time thankful for the sensation of the amber liquid searing her throat. She preferred vodka, but at this moment, any liquid running down her gullet was good enough.
            “You want another one?” she asked. Veronica nodded, and the waitress left. Veronica dropped her face to her hands, trying to readjust. Damn, this is harder than I thought it’d be. Her mind raced: hide your thoughts, don’t show fear, stick to the plan.
She felt a tingling sensation deep in her forehead. In seconds, it had increased to the extent of a migraine. She looked up squinting, the pain becoming more intense with each passing moment, and she knew.
            Someone is reading my thoughts.
The waitress returned with two drinks. She placed them in front of Veronica.
            “Uh, thanks?” Veronica couldn’t recall ordering two whiskeys, but she pulled out a ten.
“It’s already paid for.” The waitress pointed to a man sitting at the opposite end of the bar, his long brown hair slicked back in a ponytail. He wore black jeans and a long black see-through shirt, revealing pierced nipples and a six-pack. Beautiful.
He stared at Veronica with deep brown eyes and smiled, his pale skin resembling a Deamhan at its finest. She felt the pain in her forehead ebb and flow, subsiding a bit each time. Veronica turned to the waitress, but she’d again disappeared.
Muddled, she downed the whiskey and slammed the empty glass on the table in front of her. She shut her eyes and concentrated on emptying her mind. The pain diffused into a mild tingling.
Veronica snapped her eyes open when a male voice told her to not be afraid. She whipped around, but no one was near.
The voice came from within her head.
“It’s okay,” the voice said.
She looked at the man, who still fixed her in his stare, and he slid from his seat and headed her way.
She dropped her head and stared at the counter. She fought the urge to fling her glass at him and run. Leaving Dark Sepulcher wouldn’t answer the questions about her mother’s disappearance. Don’t think of Mom. She quickly visualized the brick wall.
“Your thoughts stick out,” the man said, taking the empty stool next to her.
His penetrating stare caused Veronica’s head to tingle again, but the tingle stopped as quickly as it started. She’d clouded his attempt to rummage through her mind.
Veronica cupped the whiskey glass and stared into its glowing liquid.
“Beautiful women like you shouldn’t drink whiskey.”
            What a line. His respectful approach did nothing to impress Veronica. The Deamhan were naturally devious.
Veronica remained quiet. The stranger smiled and reached for the glass, grasping it from the rim and placing it front of him.
            “I’m trying to start a conversation,” he prompted.
From the corner of her eye, Veronica saw him examine her. His eyes roved her short, formal straight brunette hair, her face, and finally her hands. Even over the din of music, she could hear him inhale her virginal scent. She tried hard to block her thoughts from him, but the tingle told her she was failing.
“You should know it turns me on when you do that,” he said.
            She glanced at him, making eye contact for a second and then quickly looked away. He mumbled something, but his voice was too low for her to hear over the blaring speakers.
Veronica’s thoughts caught his attention again, and he leaned back on the stool, studying her.
Veronica understood now how a woman could fall for a man like that. Most of the men in Dark Sepulcher were attractive, but this man was hot. She stole a covert glance from under her eyelashes. Tall, medium build, long, glossy hair—stop it. Stay off that bandwagon.
            His full lips broke into a smile. “Sorry I intruded on your thoughts. But I gotta admit, I like what I see in there.”
            Veronica felt heat rise in her chest, neck and face. Busted. He offered his hand, another trick she wouldn’t fall for.
            “I’m Remy and you are?”
Remy. The name sounded too familiar. Veronica recalled the name listed somewhere on the documents she’d stolen from The Brotherhood. His name was just one of the many that stuck out to her but at the moment she couldn’t remember why.
She fixed her thoughts on her napkin, staring at the condensation ring left by the wet glass. Still her mind wouldn’t quiet. What Deamhan type is he? Until she knew which, she couldn’t be sure of his level of threat. She couldn’t get too close.
            Despite herself, she stole a quick look in his direction.
He flashed a ready smile.
            Teeth aren’t sharp and pointy. He’s not a Ramanga. She stared again at her drink, wiping the droplets of water from the side of her glass.
“Am I scaring you?” Remy’s voice interrupted Veronica’s thoughts. She shook her head and remained silent.
“Do you talk?”
“Not to strangers.” She immediately regretted her gutsy remark, knowing it would intrigue him further.
“Maybe you should.” He traced the rim of the glass with a slender, pale finger. “You’re new here.”
Veronica wanted to check him out but knew she should avoid his eye. She looked over her shoulder and then at the ceiling. She glanced at the sticky floor and studied the woodwork on the bar.
He’d read her like an open book. She felt a tiny tingle as he tried again to read her thoughts.
“Your thoughts. They come to me kinda like a movie: sometimes clear, other times fuzzy.” He chuckled. “Right now, they’re crystal. Do you really find the bar’s wood grain that intriguing?”
Veronica couldn’t help but grin.
“Do you smell that?” His voice dropped to a loud whisper. “I smell a vampire.”

What does your writing process look like?
Before I write I go back about four pages and read over what I wrote previously. I also go through the outline for that specific chapter. Usually that's enough to kick start my brain back into high gear. Sometimes I stop writing in the middle of an important scene to allow my brain to think about how I want to flesh out the important details. I find that usually helps me stay on the path I intended instead of moving away from it.

Do you have any strange writing habits (like standing on your head or writing in the shower)?

I'm boring! I don't have any strange writing habits. 
I doubt boring, maybe something you just haven't picked up on yet LOL

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you to write?

Stephen King, Anne Rice, Jack Kerouac, and Toni Morrison are just a few authors who come to mind. These authors inspire me.
I love the worlds Anne Rice creates. Yes, her vampires are also interesting, but it's her environment and her knowledge about human history that really strikes me. I love history and I like reading about characters in different time periods.
Toni Morrison is just a beautiful author. Her choice of words and how she manages to weave them onto paper still gets me to this day. Also there are issues in her novels that I myself understand because I've been through them myself.
In high school I was all about "freedom" and "expanding your mind." I felt that Jack Kerouac's novels helped me deal with all the issues I had back then. I could escape into his books, reading about different characters and their own plights.
Stephen King is another author who just has this magic when it comes down to creating environments and characters. Plus he has awesome plotlines! 
Stephen King will keep you up all night afraid of the monsters under the bed!

Imagine your characters are on survivor.  Who will they vote out of the book?
I think they would probably vote Hallie out of the book. She's the youngest Deamhan, unaware of her surroundings and her potential. She's the only angel sitting on the right shoulder of Deamhan while all the others are fighting for the Devil's spot. 

What/Who is your favorite monster/villain?
Vampires of course! However I'm currently starting to appreciate werewolves. 
Who doesn't love some shifter crack?!?!

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I do try to read every review of my books. I play close attention to longer reviews that pick apart the book. I feel that those are filled with more important information like what worked, what didn't work, what they liked, what they didn't like. I take in every consideration and try to better my writing. So far I've only received one two star review and from what the reviewer wrote, the book wasn't in a genre that she preferred. I still read her review and it helped me determine what type of audience I should market my book to. Not every reader will like a book and I understand that. 

Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it?
I couldn't see myself writing books geared toward infants and young children. I wouldn't know where to start.
Kids are tough stuff! I cant imagine them in your literary world really...

Do you have a favorite conference to attend? What is it?

I haven't attended many writing conferences as of yet. However, I've attended tons of video game tournaments and conferences since I'm also a video game junkie! Right now I enjoy a tournament called CEO which takes place every June in Orlando, Florida. One day I hope to go to PAX.
I'm partial to UtopYA myself!

What is the weirdest thing that has ever been said or done to you by a fan?  (Internet stalkers count)
The weirdest has to be something X-Rated but I'll keep it PG. A supposed "fan" wanted to know if I could mail him some of my underwear. Let's just say it only took me a second to ban him.  
ummm.... ewww!!!

What is the hardest scene you have ever written?
One scene that comes to mind is a scene in the Deamhan novella, Kei. Family Matters. Kei confronts Nash, a man he sired years ago. He finds that not only has Nash adapted to his new Deamhan life, he is also in love with a human which is something that Deamhan find hard to accomplish.
I've written many scenes in which Deamhan are more infatuated with a human than anything else but in this case, I actually had to write how Nash felt about his beloved and also maintain how his love differed slightly from the idea of a human loving another human and a Deamhan thinking they were in love. 
So not just lovey dovey stuff then, thats fangtastic!

What are you working on now?
I'm currently working on the third book in the Deamhan Chronicles titled Revelation.  I'm finding this book a lot harder to write than the first book (Deamhan,) second book (Dark Curse,) and the novella (Kei. Family Matters.) Majority of the characters go through hard transformations, friendships are mended and broken, and I'm forced to write more death scenes than I previously planned. 

Thank you for your time, any parting words?
I hope that that readers will give my book a try. It's probably the first and most important thing for new writers. It's hard to gain followers and sometimes, as readers, you have to take that blind step into reading another writer's work.
If you like vampire literature not heavily influenced by romance. If you like vampires that don't spend eternity in high school or lusting after teenagers, Deamhan is right for you.
So far I've had nothing but good feedback about Deamhan so I guess I'm lucky. 
Or just a hard worker! 
Thank you so much for stopping by!!!!

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