Today I am so so so excited about who is visiting the blog today!!! Cambria Hebert is visiting my blog!!! I am jumping up and down with glee!!!!! Welcome Cambria to the blog!!!
Thank you for having me here today!
For today’s post I was asked a question I have never been asked before (which frankly is shocking because I feel like I have been asked everything, lol). It got this girl to thinking, really.
What you be if you weren’t an author?
Well.
If I wasn’t an author I would…
Make Jellybeans.
.png)
Okay I have no idea how to do this. And it would probably make me fat.
If I wasn’t an author I would…
Be a farmer.
Oh no, I would NOT. Did I mention that I am terrified of chickens? I am. No joke. I also have a severe aversion to waking up before the sun rises – something every farmer must do.
If I wasn’t an author I would…
Be a tattoo artist.
Wait that requires needles. Yuck. Not to mention every tattoo I did would look like this:
He he he he.
Okay, seriously. If I wasn’t an author I would most likely be a hairstylist. I went to college for many years and could never settle on a major. It was frustrating. I went from Mass Communications (I wanted to write TV commercials) to an art major (what in the world does one do with an art degree?) to photography (I was so lousy my professor told me to give it up – true story) then to a elementary art teacher…
Yeah the list goes on.
Well by that time I just wanted to be done with school. I was never a school person. It was boring and I was always daydreaming and I never paid attention.
So I went to cosmetology school and got a degree in Hair, nails and skin care.
It was being an artist for a person’s head.
Lol.
But then I had kids and decided to stay home with them and hair took a backseat.
I was wondering what I could do from home that would allow me to stay home and that’s when writing came to me. Something I had always been interested in. (I wrote a book when I was like 14). So I gave it a try. It took a long time to get to where I am today but its been fun.
So if I wasn’t an author I would be a hairstylist.
OR
My other dream is to have a little bakery and bake cupcakes and cinnamon rolls and cookies! My husband and I actually thought about it but really what holds me back is the money and time it would require. It’s a scary thing opening a business in today’s economy and then making it work. And if it didn’t work I wouldn’t want to lose all my money. LOL. So for now I just bake and decorate cakes/cupcakes as a hobby. Here are a few I have done:
And that is what I would be doing if I wasn’t a writer.
Thanks for having me here!
I'm surprised you've never been asked that question Cambria!! I'm glad to know that I stumped you... even for a few minutes!! I love your cakes!! My little man would love the one with the horses!! Also, I think if I did tattoos... they would probably turn out the same way. There is also the problem of the needles.....
Thank you again Cambria for visiting my blog!!!! This has just totally made my month!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Title: Renegade (Heven and Hell #4)
Author: Cambria Hebert
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
Publisher: Cambria Hebert
Format: Print and Ebook
Release Date: May 3, 2013
BLURB:
I’ve been beautiful. I’ve been ugly. I’ve died. I’ve been brought back. I’ve had abilities awakened within me. My strength has been tested. My beliefs have been tested.
Yet I stand.
What’s next when you’ve pretty much experienced it all?
The end.
Sam and I are picking up the pieces. We’re trying to come to terms with all we’ve lost. And as much as I would like to hide my head, ignore the reality I live every day, there is no forgetting.
Riley is in hell—I’m still not sure of his agenda. My mother’s past haunts me. And Kimber… Kimber is being herself. Cole sneaks glances at Gemma and she returns them when she thinks I don’t see.
But I do.
When Beelzebub escapes he brings his war to places I never thought he would. Earth. Maine. Home. Now everyone and everything is at risk. This has become bigger than my circle of friends. This has become bigger than me. I have to finish this. I have to find a way to stop him, to finish this war.
I just pray we will all be left standing in the end.
The Heven and Hell series
Before (A Heven and Hell prequel)
Masquerade
Between (A Heven and Hell companion)
Charade
Bewitched (A Heven and Hell companion)
Tirade
Beneath (A Heven and Hell companion)
Renegade
BOOK TRAILERS
MASQUERADE
AUTHOR BIO:
Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series and the Death Escorts series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book. You can find out more about Cambria and her work by visiting http://www.cambriahebert.com
LINKS:
"Like" her on FACEBOOK!!
Follow her on TWITTER!!
Follow her on PINTEREST!!
Check out her WEBSITE!!
Subscribe to her YOUTUBE Channel!!
THE EXCERPT:
Chapter One
Sam
It begins like usual, the slightest disturbance to my sleep, making me toss and turn until I’m in that place between rest and wakefulness—not fully coherent, but enough so I could have groggy thoughts.
There is pain, not the kind of pain that would make you squirm, just enough to make you feel uncomfortable. It kind of squirms around in my limbs, like adrenaline, but not as insistent, making my body twitch.
My eyes pop open, and I shoot up off the couch, not bothering to grab a T-shirt or the shorts that lay nearby. I won’t need them. I move silently like a cat—like a hound—to the door and slide the lock over and let myself out. It’s cold out. The air doesn’t shock me back into myself. I don’t even shiver.
Then I’m racing through the yard, over the grass, and past the barn. I hear the horses in their stalls, alerted at my presence, but I ignore them and keep running. My bones come unhinged and realign. My spine stretches, begins to reshape, and my body hunches. Black, thick fur sprouts, replacing the smooth skin of my human arm and then finally the switch in my brain flips.
I am no longer human.
I am hellhound.
But I’m still me.
Only this me can give in to the frustration and sadness that seems to well up inside my human skin until I’m so full and there’s nowhere else for it to go. And so it sloshes there. It soaks in until I feel like I’ll drown.
I hate it.
That’s when the hound takes over. I can’t really deny it. It’s like a summons, a calling, a command. Usually I can tell it no, or push back, but when you’re full of sloshing emotion there’s nowhere to push it back to.
So I give in.
I run.
I lose all thought.
It’s just me, the night, and nothing else. It’s a kind of freedom I’ve never felt before.
And then I wake up.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment