Marie Lavender's Writing in the Modern Age

My guest today is author Jannette Fuller. Hello! Welcome to Writing in the Modern Age! It’s such a pleasure to have you here.

Can you tell us a little bit about your latest book? When did it come out? Where can we get it?




 
So, is there anything that prompted Transgression? Something that inspired you?


 
When did you know you wanted to write? Or has it always been a pastime of yours?


I’ve always enjoyed reading, but my love for books blossomed in my late thirties. I was taking online classes at Liberty University when this unexpected passion to write took place. 

Nice! It's fascinating to hear about an author's journey. :)


Do you have any favorite authors yourself, Jannette?


 
Do you write in a specific place? Time of day?


 
I agree! Thank you for offering those words of wisdom.  


  Readers, here is the blurb for Transgression.


Agent Yagil faces the fight of his calling as a Guardian Angel. His newest assignment is going to take every bit of perseverance and patience he has.

Seventeen-year-old Amber Reynolds is looking for some freedom and independence from her rigid lifestyle. Going behind her parents’ back, she takes a part-time job at the renowned inn located within Ambrosial Acres.

As Agent Yagil watches over Amber, he discovers things are not what they seem. Despite its wondrous beauty, Ambrosial Acres hides a dark and supernatural secret.

Between Amber’s new coworker crushes, her menacing stalker, a mysterious online stranger, and the evil agents out to lead her down a path of self destruction, Agent Yagil struggles to keep her safe. To keep her from using her freewill that will bring harm to herself--and others.

Will Agent Yagil succeed? Or will his shortcomings get in the way?

 
Here is an excerpt.

She must have stashed another set of clothes into her backpack—when I wasn’t looking. About the makeup, she didn’t have any on this morning either. She looked like a raccoon, and I was itching to wipe off her thick layer of obsidian eyeliner. Her dark red lipstick irritated me even more.

Is it a form of rebellion? An attempt to target the opposite sex? Or is it a way to fit in with her peers?

I picked up the pace as she rushed upstairs. She slid into a desk at the back of the room as I leaned my back against the cold wall. A group of teenagers occupied the remaining desks.

Amber tilted her head to the side as if studying something.

Me?

But that was impossible! If she could truly see me, she’d jump out of her desk, stumble to the floor, and run out of the classroom, screaming at the top of her lungs. Or she would faint before she had a chance to do either of those things.

Curious to know what she was really looking at, I turned around. It was a chart—a very visual one—of the reproductive system. Of course, out of all the classes we could be in, we had to be inside Sex Ed.

Bleck!

***

Hallelujah! After five classes, second period lunch, and several bathroom breaks, the last bell of the day finally buzzed. She raced to the parking lot and cranked up her Jeep. Once she left the school grounds she sped all the way to Coppice Lane. She slammed on the brakes and whipped the wheel to the left. I, on the other hand, continued to go straight, heading for a group of laurels. Oomph!

I better get a promotion for this.

I peeled my face off the tree and spit out a few leaves, then followed her down the road for another mile. She came to a halt in front of the wrought iron gates. Cherubim statutes, crisscrossing their swords, towered above them. A metal sign—right above their heads—said WELCOME TO AMBROSIAL ACRES.

The gates swung open and the Jeep crept through.

A tall man with a brawny physique walked out in the middle of the road. His long, jet-black hair blew behind him as he threw a hand up, signaling her to stop.

“Welcome. I’m Micah…the groundskeeper.” He studied her for a brief moment, and then continued, “If you’re here to visit the Inn, then proceed down this road until you reach the four-way intersection. Follow the sign that says SOUTH. When you arrive, you’ll see a wooded parking lot.”

“Thanks.” Amber smiled timidly.

He eyeballed the Jeep as she drove away, his blue eyes glinting immensely. With a man like that guarding the front entrance, intruders didn’t stand a chance.

Almond blossoms with pink petals lined either side of the road. A group of men worked in the vibrant green fields lying right behind them. Some were pushing wheelbarrows while the others raked up leaves. They waved at Amber as she drove by.

A young man with safety glasses, holding a leaf blower, looked up and grinned in my direction. My nerves became unsettled.

Can he see me?

But then he pulled his gaze away, blowing grass and flower petals everywhere. Okay, that made the second time today when I questioned the invisibility function of my suit. I better have it checked out by one of the celestial tailors—just in case.

She arrived at the four-way intersection. The wooden signs on the lampposts rocked back and forth, each one engraved with the four cardinal points—north, south, east, and west. A set of wrought iron gates stood behind them.

Wow! This book sounds great! We'll be sure to check it out next month! :) 

 
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