“I’m still a cop, and my blood runs blue.” Officer Kristin Greene has always felt that something was missing from her life. Even though her job with the Fawn Hollow Township Police Department keeps her busy, she continues to feel as if there is something else out there she is meant to be doing. Kristin finds herself investigating a homicide where a young woman has had her throat ripped brutally out. As she begins to dig for the answers, she finds herself thrown into a world she never knew existed. When Julian and Alexander crash into her life, she finds herself being pulled into a love triangle that has been going on longer than she has been alive. Kristin in determine to figure out who they are and why they keep calling her Calista. Join Kristin as she fights to learn the truth about the recent murder, the two seductive men who have entered into her life and the real truth about herself in a suspenseful tale that weaves paranormal into to the realistic world of law enforcement.
Why the covers are so important
by Stacy Eaton
I buy hundreds of books a year, of course most of those are eBooks these days, but I buy a lot none the less. I personally cannot tell you the last time I bought a book where the cover did not catch my attention first. I’m sure there has been a time or two, but I don’t remember those.
And, of course I don’t remember those; I wasn’t interested in the cover. In today’s world where people rush from one thing to the next, me included, who has time to stop and smell the flowers for too long? If you’re looking for a new book, you’re glancing through posts, pictures, or ads, and what catches your attention?
The bright colors or bold fonts catch your eye. Or maybe it’s the half dressed man that makes you go, oh, hello! I guarantee it’s not the book blurb that makes you stop and take a second look. After you find a cover that captures your attention, you will then take a moment to read the blurb, but it’s not the first thing to grab you.
To me, the cover is in the top three of writing a book. The other two are the plotline and editing. I spent a lot of time and sometimes a substantial chunk of money, trying to get my covers just right. I start off by searching through pictures and trying to find someone who reminds me of my characters. Sometimes I even do this part as I write the story. Then as I search those pictures I try to come up with a concept that will jump out and make you go, huh, what’s that about. I work closely with my graphic artist to get the right feeling and then I pass the drafts over to my beta team. My team looks at the cover to first see if it captures your attention, second fits the book and third gets the vibe of the story across to the reader.
I have had covers go together in two edits, and others that have taken several weeks to get the right combination, and that is all thanks to having a great graphic artist! Without that, my books would never be noticed, and never read.
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About the Author:
Stacy Eaton has been a full-time police officer since 2000. Her current assignment is as Detective of her small town department. She enjoys crime scene investigation; taking a passion in putting the pieces together to figure out the crime. She is also a business owner where she helps people get the awareness out for the causes they care most about. She is a mother of two, a son proudly serving in the United States Navy and a young daughter. Her husband is also in law enforcement. She is very much into photography and carries her Nikon Digital SLR with her almost everywhere, just in case.
“Julian, if you want someone else to go after him, I can send Gabe—” he started to say.
“No, Alexander, I can do this alone. I want him. I need to finish this myself,” I was quick to reply.
“You’re taking this personally, Jules.” He put his hand up to stop me when I would have interrupted. “You know it is better to not have a personal attachment to your assignment. I have allowed you to stay on this case because I know how good you are and how focused you can be. I also figure that maybe your close attachment to him might help you find him, to allow us to finally grieve and move on.” He looked down at his desk, knowing he had made a mistake in his words as he fingered the expensive pen in his hand.
I caught the “us” in there. Yeah, you loved her, too. But she chose me.
I couldn’t repress the sigh as I looked down at the beautifully hand-sewn Oriental rug at my feet, not really seeing it, but noticing its bright reds and blues, the same colors that were swirling around in my mind. Red for hatred and blue for the loss I had suffered. I was taking it personally, I knew that, but I would not allow any other warrior to find Damon and take him to the other world. This would be my vengeance, and mine alone.
I looked back up at him with that heated emotion stark in my expression as he continued.
He tried to redeem his words, and I almost laughed. “We cannot allow Damon to keep up with this behavior. Killing our females and children is not what we are about. If he continues, our race will end.”
“Master, I know it is not. I will be fine; I can distance myself from the attachment. You, of all people, know that,” I said calmly.
“Fine, so be it, but Gabriel is going with you this time,” he said, with a flick of his hand.
“You don’t need to send a babysitter with me, Alexander,” I retorted, as anger bubbled under my skin.
He regarded me with a quick tight-lipped expression which told me he was about to lose his cool. “It is not to watch over you, Julian. It is to assist you.