Interview with YA Author Sara Hubbard

I'm very pleased to have Sara Hubbard visiting with us today. Welcome, Sara!

She is the author of young adult books. Her debut novel BLOOD, SHE READ is a NEORWA Cleveland Rocks winner and a RCRW Duel on the Delta finalist.
Sara was born in Australia to British parents, but has lived in Nova Scotia for the majority of her life. In addition to being an author, Sara is a wife, a mother, and a registered nurse with the military.

Take it away, Sara . . .


                            Real or Fake?

I am so happy to be on Ally’s blog today talking about my recent release, Blood, She Read. Today, I’ll share an exclusive excerpt from my book, but first I’m going to ramble on about nothing because that’s how I roll. That’s right. And my topic: Christmas trees (Ally is probably wishing she never asked me over here now! Ha!)

A few years ago, my tree would already have been up by now and it would have been decorated. In fact, it would have been up twenty-one days ago because I used to put it up the day after Halloween. No joke. I know a lot of people get upset about seeing Christmas stuff everywhere the moment Halloween is over, but I feel the complete opposite. I think the sooner the better! Christmas is awesome so let’s build up to it and then let it linger.

So why isn’t my tree up yet? We always had a wonderful artificial tree. I could have left it up and shining all year if I wanted to, but a couple of years ago my husband put his foot down. I tried to rhyme off all the reasons why we needed a fake one—I may have even embellished a little bit, saying it would bother our daughter’s allergies. (For the record, my daughter is not allergic to trees. Ahem.) I pulled out all the stops. Since I’d won this battle for the eight years we’d been together, I had to give in. So now as I sit in my living room I dream of a fake tree sitting in the corner, because Christmas trees aren’t on sale yet! What is wrong with this world? Yes, it would be drier than stale bread by Christmas time, but guess what? I would just buy another one every few weeks if they sold them earlier. That’s right.
    
So if you haven’t guess what my preference is, I’ll put it simply. Fake trees are better because they last longer and Christmas is a holiday that deserves a good two months of celebration. Don’t judge me. 
    
What do you think?

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Book Blurb:

Keeping secrets from a psychic can be murder.

Petra Maras lives a charmed life, but only in the magical sense. Her absentee father is a criminal, her mother is emotionally dead, and everyone at her new school knows she comes from a family of witches. All she wants is to be normal, but that’s impossible, given her family. And given that she’s psychic. When the police request help with a murder investigation, Petra reluctantly agrees. Which isn’t such a good idea since the prime suspect wants to date her, and she really wants to say yes. Her gut says he’s innocent, but since she can’t get a read on him, she can’t know for sure. And when she discovers he’s been keeping secrets, she wonders if maybe she’s been following her heart instead of her head…

Exclusive excerpt:

Finnigan Harris stepped into the doorway and paused to scan the room. He ran a hand through his dark hair and then our gazes met. Before I could look away, he smiled. Not a big smile, just a little one, it was shy, hesitant. I looked away. His brother had smiled at me too, right before he’d threatened to hurt me. Jerk.
I tipped my head. My curls fell forward to hide my face, but I could still see him from beneath my brows. With his hands dug deep in his jean pockets, he thumped toward me, one heavy hiking boot at a time. Would he go away if I ignored him? I focused on my book, the words on the page blurring and connecting into a big, fat splotch of black.

Finnigan pulled out the chair beside me, sliding the legs across the floor with a sharp squeak. I glared at him; I wouldn’t take an ounce of crap. He didn’t
scare me, not like his brother had. And it wasn’t because he wasn’t fit or muscular, because he was, but because he had these big, hooded eyes that made him seem vulnerable.

“Can I sit?” he asked.

Through my hair, I saw him motion to the seat beside me. I didn’t respond, but after a minute, he sat down anyway. I don’t know why he’d asked me in the first place. He pulled his seat over, closer to mine, so close I could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. I rounded my shoulders and tightened my muscles, steeling myself. Staring at the hands on my watch, the next sixty seconds felt like an hour as we sat through an uncomfortable silence. Losing patience, I slammed my book shut, met his gaze, and waited for him to tell me what the hell he wanted. The scowl on my face felt ugly, but I didn’t care. After he and his brother and cousin had threatened me, he didn’t look so hot either. So when he tossed his head and his wispy brown hair feathered backward, I didn’t react. And I didn’t feel a single butterfly when I looked deep into his sparkling, black eyes.

Not one.

                                                        You can purchase Blood, She Read here:

                                                                               Amazon 

                                                                         Barnes & Noble

                                                                Omnilit/ All Romance eBooks

                                                                                  Kobo


If you want to find about more about Sara and her books, here are her links:

www.sara-hubbard.com
http://twitter.com/SaraLouHubbard/
http://pinterest.com/saralouhubbard/ 
http://www.facebook.com/sarahubbardauthor


Thanks so much for reading this! And thanks again, Ally, for having me!