Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Redemption by Sara Furlong Burr - Interview & GIVEAWAY

(Enigma Black Trilogy, Book 3)
Dystopian / Romance
Date Published: October 11, 2014

Ten years ago, her family was murdered.

One year ago, she left her life behind for a chance to avenge their deaths.

Twenty-four hours ago, her defiance sealed her fate.

With her suspicions mounting and her loyalty to The Epicenter tested, Celaine Stevens makes the decision to fight for a cause she believes in and aligns herself with the rebellion. Joined by Ian Grant, the pair escape from The Epicenter and travel to the Capitol, where they find Marshall Leitner and his followers. While inside the rebellion, Celaine and Ian learn that the rebels are planning a final uprising against President Brooks, one in which they hope will sway the rest of the country’s opinion in their favor.

However, loyalties are soon tested. The rebels are finding it hard to trust them, so when a bounty is issued on Celaine and Ian by President Brooks, it may be too good for some of them to resist.

As the nation goes to war, Celaine finds herself in the fight of her life. Vendettas will become personal, lives will be lost, and the world will never be the same again.

After regaining his footing, the other soldier ran at me, ready to strike me with his gun. I prepared myself to spring over him, but he was ready for me and, catching my leg with his hand, he slammed me down to the ground. He then knocked my gun out of my reach, and I could only watch helplessly as it landed inches away from my outstretched hand. In a flash, the soldier was on top of me, pressing his arm into my neck, one of the most vulnerable and exposed areas of my body.
            “Don’t you know it’s not polite to hit a lady?” I asked him, freeing my foot and kicking him off me. “Good thing for you, I’m no lady.” As I struggled to get to my feet, he jumped on my legs and pinned me back down to the ground. “You don’t give up easily, do you?” In response, he landed a couple of punches to my chest as he reached for his gun, which I promptly swiped away and threw into the darkness.
            Behind me, I heard a gun cock. When I looked back, I saw the soldier guarding the door stiffen, his gun aimed at a distinct figure in the doorway. “Ian!” I shouted, trying to get to my feet. With the soldier holding me down, it would take some time to free myself. Time I didn’t have. Frantically, I tried kicking my legs in the hopes of being able to break free. Although the soldier loosened his grip on me, it still wasn’t enough. “Ian, look out!” I called right as the soldier near the door fired the first shot. Ian ducked back inside, barely dodging the bullet.
            A loud crack emanated from above the doorway. I looked up in horror to see the second floor of the warehouse beginning to buckle. Soon it would fall in, blocking the exit in the best of circumstances, or crushing Ian and the others under concrete and flame in the worst. With the soldier still on top of me, rapidly landing blows to my body, I couldn’t move to get to my feet, and could only inch my way forward. It wouldn’t be enough for me to get to the soldier guarding the doorway before he fired another shot at Ian, but it would be enough to get me closer to the gun I dropped.
            He fired another shot, and then another immediately thereafter. With the smoke growing thicker, Ian must be getting desperate. The structural integrity of the building had to be fading fast. I needed to do something and I needed to do it now. In pain, I inched myself toward the gun. My fingers scraped its metal exterior and moved it closer to me until I was able to capture it in my hand. Ahead of me, yet another shot pierced the night air. Now, Celaine, now.
With an unsteady hand, I took aim at the soldier and fired.

Sara "Furlong" Burr was born and raised in Michigan and currently still lives there with her husband, two daughters, a high-strung Lab, and three judgmental cats. When she's not writing, Sara enjoys reading, camping, spending time with her family, and attempting to paint while consuming more amaretto sours than she cares to admit. 
You can learn more about Sara at, follow her on Twitter via @Sarafurlong, and read more of her ramblings via Facebook at

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
I was born and raised in Michigan, where I still reside and work in a law firm during the day.  I’ve always had a love for writing and only decided to take it seriously a few years ago when I published my first novel. In my spare time, I enjoy spending family time with my husband and two daughters, camping, reading, watching movies, and being outside.

What do you do when you are not writing?
I’m usually thinking about writing or planning my next novel. When I can pull myself away from that, I’m usually at the mercy of whatever my kids want to do, which usually involves trips to the park, cartoons, or some kind of art project.

When did you first start writing and when did you finish your first book?
I’ve been writing off and on since I was a teenager. I began writing my first novel, Enigma Black, in 2008 and published it in 2012, after taking numerous breaks in between.

Do you ever experience writer's block?
Unfortunately, I do, and I absolutely hate it.  But I find that if I just start writing and really push myself, I can usually get back on track.

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
I’m a big romantic at heart, so any chapters with the more lovey-dovey scenes were fun to write. The ending chapters also rank up there, too, because the ending had been in my head long before I ever started writing the trilogy.

How did you come up with the title?
I chose to call the final book Redemption because all the characters redeem themselves in a way, whether it be through their actions or choices.

Do you base your characters on people you know?
If yes, do you tell them?
Yes and no.  My characters usually have the characteristics and personality traits of multiple people, rather than a single person, or they’re just completely fabricated.

 What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?
I think the toughest criticism I received was from someone who couldn’t connect with any of the characters in one of my novels.  That’s like a punch to the gut for an author because if a reader can’t connect with a character, then you’ve pretty much lost them, and they won’t care about the story.  The best compliments I’ve ever had were from readers who connected with the story so much they immediately bought all the books in the trilogy, stating that they laughed and cried right along with the characters.  That pretty much tells me that I’ve done my job as an author.

Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans? 
First of all, THANK YOU.  When I started writing, it was mainly just for myself, so whenever I receive a review or an e-mail from a reader, it’s extra special for me.  I write books to entertain people, and I hope that they enjoy them and that they allow them to escape from life, if only for a moment.

This or That 

Chocolate or Vanilla?  
Definitely chocolate, but I wouldn’t say no to vanilla, either.
Day or Night?   
I feel more energized at night.
Rain or Snow? 
RAIN…the other one is a four-letter word to me…literally
Mac or PC? 
Coffee or Tea? 
Coffee. I’m not much of a tea drinker.
Dogs or Cats? 
Yikes. I’m partial to both, but I’ve been leaning more towards dogs in recent years
Morning Person or Night Owl? 
Definitely a Night Owl. I’d sleep all day if I could.

1 comment:

Sara Furlong-Burr said...

Thank you for hosting me!

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