Friday, September 13, 2013

Secrets of the Moon by Kristy Centeno


1) First, tell us about yourself – where you live, your family, and those sorts of details.

I’m a hard working mother of four and the eldest of four children. I was born in a small City in a Caribbean island some twenty something years ago and moved to the USA when I was four.

2) How long have you been writing?

For about two years now.

3) Do you have a favorite place to write?

Yes, my small office space next to my dining area.

4) Why did you decide to write Secrets of the Moon?

I wanted to write a werewolf story that was different and, perhaps, a little bolder in terms of how they live and interact with each other. When I envision werewolves, I think of them as dangerous creatures so I worked with this concept a bit. The rest just kind of fell into place as I began to write.

5) Who is your favorite character in your book and why?

I would say that my favorite character is Kyran. He is very difficult to get along with, but his life hasn’t been an easy one. Every day is a struggle for him, but his desire to be normal, to have at least some form of normality in his life really makes him lovable in my eyes.

6) How about your least favorite character? What makes them less appealing to you?

Angela is less appealing to me because of the way she begins to turn on her best friend out of pure jealousy.

7) Do you proofread/edit your own books or do you get someone to do that for you?

Both. I think it is better to have more than one pair of eyes looking over the MS and finding errors.

8) What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Aside from spending time with my family, I enjoy reading, listening to music, watching a good movie, or just relaxing.

9) Do you read much and if so who are your favorite authors?

Lately, I haven’t had much time to read as often as I’d like. But some of my favorite authors are Kathleen Eagle, Amanda Ashley, Amanda Hockings, amongst others.

10) What question do you wish that someone would ask about your book, but nobody has? Write it out here, then answer it.

Did you know from the very beginning how the ending would be?

The answer is no. I probably wrote about three or four different endings but none of them sounded right. I got so frustrated that I finally stepped away from the project for about a week to brainstorm a bit. Finally, after about a week analyzing the book, I decided what course I wanted the ending to take.

Title:  Secrets of the Moon
Author:   Kristy Centeno
Published:  July 7th, 2013
Publisher:  Inkspell Publishing
Word Count:  123,647
Genre:  YA Paranormal Romance
Recommended Age:   16+


Teenager Marjorie Emery eluded death. As she struggles to get her life back on track, she believes her efforts are paying off. Yet, when a black dressing, unfriendly, and incredibly handsome hottie walks into her classroom, she’s forced into a tailspin. Marjorie has no idea how much his presence is going to shatter what little tranquility she’s achieved.

Kyran Rousseau’s gloomy nature has a name, one that is potentially fatal under the right circumstances. His family harbors secrets and does everything to protect Kyran. While, he doesn’t want to ruin Marjorie’s normal life, love has a way of changing his plans.

Falling for Kyran is the least of Marjorie’s worries. With a faceless threat hunting her and a boyfriend who's as dangerous as he is good looking—how can Marjorie and Kyran keep all hell from breaking loose before it’s too late?


Minutes later we arrived, and just in time for our eight a.m. classes. Claire, Tracy, and I dispersed to our respective classrooms upon entering the building, agreeing to meet later on for lunch. 
Usually, I’d sit in one of the chairs at the first row of tables, since I barely made it in time for class; but today the only available seats were at the back—where no one likes to sit because it’s too far away from the writing board. No one paid attention to me as I scooted by to the back of the classroom and grabbed one of the empty seats at the last row of tables. The seat to the left of me was empty and everyone else had chosen their seats, so I was a little relieved that I wouldn’t be sharing the table with anyone. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk, so sitting alone came as a bonus. When a few moments had gone by and no one else showed up, the teacher began his lecture for the day. With book, notebook, and pen in hand, I began to take notes of what the teacher was either saying or writing on the board, when the door opened and someone stepped inside. I was too busy going over what I wrote so I didn’t bother to look up to see who’d entered the classroom. I automatically assumed it was probably a student running late. However, the sound of loud gasps rushing through the otherwise silent room caused me to look up to see what the commotion was all about. That was the first time I saw him. My gaze automatically drifted toward the silver-colored orbs he had for eyes. Never in my life had I seen eyes like those. It wasn’t just the color of them that was strange and incredibly alluring but the way he looked around the room also, as if searching for prey. Where that thought came from I had no idea, but I did agree that the description match him to a T. 
The instructor spoke softly to him, but the boy only nodded several times, not even bothering to look at him. I thought that rude until I noticed he was too busy looking at…me. 
My cheeks started to burn as he kept staring at me with those dangerously sensual eyes. No one had ever observed me that way before and it made me slightly uneasy. His quiet stare made me feel hot and uncomfortable all at once. After a silent staring contest, I turned my eyes away from him and decided to stare at the notes in front of me instead. 
His eyes were intense, too much for me to handle without feeling as if I was going to be burned alive right on the spot. Good grief, no one ever had this mammoth effect on me before. 
He was so different from the young men from around here. His demeanor held a hint of arrogance, boldness, and indifference unlike anything I’d perceived. Sure, some guys tended to act that way, but he took it up a notch. I took note of his dress code too: all-black casual wear—black hoodie, black shirt, black pants, black boots. Even his backpack was black. I could have easily accused him of being some kind of rock and roll groupie or maybe even a Goth-loving fan, but he didn’t appear to fit into either category. 
However, the dark clothing only made his look more mysterious and it definitely brought out the color of his eyes even more. He was tall, too, very tall. If I had to guess what his height was, I would say six-foot-one or something close to that. His chestnut-colored hair was long, down to his shoulders, and he wore it lose. Something about him clearly screamed bad boy.

About the Author:
As a child, she used to lose herself in an imaginary world by the means of a good book. Now that she's all grown up, Kristy gets to create her own fictional realms and make them come to life in ways that most readers might not expect. 
She’s always had a passion for writing but never had the opportunity to do so until now. After trying out numerous options, she realized that writing was what she loved the most so when she found herself with some free time on her hands, she decided to pursue her passion. As it turned out, her very active imagination helped her achieve her goals of creating believable plots with some ordinary, and some not so ordinary characters that helped the stories move along one way or another. 

As she keeps moving along in achieving her dreams of becoming a published author, she divides her time in between her four children and her very understanding husband.

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