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Author Bio:
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012.
Stacey Rourke is the author of the Gryphon Series. She lives in Michigan
with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, drooly dogs.
Stacey loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers
herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people
that live in her head. She is currently hard at work on the
continuations of this series as well as other literary projects.
Social Media Links
www.staceyrourke.com
Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Stacey-Rourke/
Twitter @Rourkewrites.
Summary:
Celeste Garrett has finally found a happy balance in her life as the Chosen One, thanks in large part to
a certain hunky Irishman. But if there’s any lesson she should heed since receiving her calling it’s that everything can change in the blink of an eye. Soon a terrible new threat, unlike anything she’s ever encountered, causes her to make a gut-wrenching choice that will strip her of someone she holds dear.
As much as she’d like to have a pity party for one, there’s no time for that now because wedding bells are ringing in Gainesboro! In between dress fittings and rehearsal dinners Celeste will have to fend off attacking demons and leering pirates. As if the Dark Army wasn’t scary enough our heroine is faced with the horrifying trauma of attending a bachelorette party with her mom and watching Grams do Jello shots. Is a walk down the aisle even possible for a member of the Garrett family when the Dark Army is out to destroy them? More importantly, will the Dark Army Glee Club sing at the reception?
Raise your glass to the happy couple, and get ready for a wedding…Conduit-style.
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Linzé's Interviewed Caleb and here is what our hero had to say for himself -
Please tell us a little about yourself.
Where did you grow up? Who are you parents? What did you want to be
when you grew up?
I was born in the hills of Ir’land in
the 17th century. We were peasants, but me Ma and Dah
worked hard tah provide for my sis and I. But me whole life changed
the day a demonic army stormed our tiny village. My parents loaded me
into a cart along with the other village children and we were hurried
us away. They thought we would be safe. They were wrong. That same
army caught up with us af’er ransacking the town and took us
prisoner. Ya ask where I grew up? In a demon dimension fightin’ for
me life. What did I want to be when I grew up? Free.
Where do you see yourself in ten years
from now? A hundred years?
I try not to think too far ahead. With
a ne’er endin’ stream of assassins out tah kill me, I found
forethought just led to pessimism. I make my goals vague—in ten
years I hope tah still be alive and kickin’.
Obviously being with Celeste can make
for an interesting day. How do you deal with her family members? And
the upcoming wedding of your sister?
I absolutely adore bein’ around her
family. They’re human, they’re real. I lost my own
humanity a long time ago, but bein’ around them I’m remind of
what it was like. As for the wedding of my sis to Celeste’s brotha,
I couldn’t be happier. I thought my sis long since dead, now I get
to walk her down the aisle. I wouldn’t miss that for the world.
Tell us why you love Celeste? And what
about her irritates you the most.
I love her heart. That gal would walk
through fire and storm the gates of hell for those she cares about
for no other reason than it’s the right thing tah do. She amazes
me. As to what irritates me … do ya think I’m nuts? She’s the
Chosen One and packs quite a wallop. No way am I sayin’ something
that will land me on her bad side
What would you like to change about
yourself? And Celeste?
I’d take the demonic bullseye off
both our backs. Let us settle into normalcy for a tic.
Saving the world cannot be an easy job.
What additional power do you think you could do with to make it less
of a struggle?
I’d love me pal Rowan’s mind
control ability. All he has to do is look at a bloke and they turn
into his little puppets. Fighting would be considerably easier if ya
could just stare at yer opponent and convince them tah take a nap
instead.
