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Feel
free to have a cup of coffee while you indulge in one of my guilty pleasures,
paranormal mysteries. There are a lot of paranormal books to choose, and I have
read many, but there is one in particular that has left a lasting impression on
me, Thin Skin Soul Pinned by Mila A. Ballentine. Without further ado, please
join me in welcoming author Mila A. Ballentine to the cafe.
About the Author
Mila A.
Ballentine is a mystery writer who doesn't shy away from writing about things
that grasp the core of her imagination. She studied Creative Writing and
Communication Arts at a City University of New York. Her writing is an
extension of her mind’s eye and there is always an element of truth in each of
her books. When she's not writing, she enjoys traveling or doing anything that
allows her to put her creative energy to use.
What is
the driving force behind your stories?
I have
been fascinated with all aspects of unexplained phenomenon for some time now.
My fascination with such things helped to foster an imagination fueled by the
stories my mother told throughout my childhood. Her tales weren’t rhyme ridden
like Jack and Jill. The stories were scarier than Hansel and Gretel, and the
most unsettling part was that they were true stories. Writing became an outlet where I could
unleash my take on mysterious occurrences, giving life to ideas that made it
difficult to differentiate fact from fiction.
Thin
Skin Soul Pinned falls into that category. It was the first paranormal mystery
I have written. It’s a story that familiarizes readers with a fictional town in
a state that most associate with dark magic, Louisiana. As the story
progresses, the reader is whisked away to an exotic isle, the Bahamas and
immersed in the culture. It’s difficult not to get drawn into the characters
reality. They have joys, pain, triumphs and failures like we all do, but it’s
how they deal with those situations is what makes this story a gripping
fiction. I could go on and on about this
book, but I won’t. The work should speak for itself, but that would entail you
reading Thin Skin Soul Pinned.
About Thin Skin Soul Pinned
Exotic
items are invaluable and some only come around once in a lifetime. Marie
Tousant, a native of the Bayou, finds herself in a dilemma when practitioners
of the dark arts embark on an eternal hunt.
An
opposing force materializes and shares secrets that may save her from the grasp
of evil. Fortunately, her allies are willing to protect her, even if it cost
them their lives.
Thin Skin Soul Pinned Book Trailer:
Excerpt
ONE
“If
nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.” - Author Unknown
Marie
Tousant sat at the edge of the bayou and looked out over the water. Her red
hair flowed just above the water and her reflection blended with tall weeping
willows; their branches drooped near Cypress trees that displayed their dark
leaves with trunks that resembled elephant feet. Nearby, Swamp Oak stood tall
draped in a coat of moss. The trees cast an eerie shadow of everything that
stood around the water’s edge. It was as if there was another world beneath her
reflection. Marie picked up a pebble and tossed it into the water. It made a
circle where it landed and sent ripples that cascaded out along the surface of
the water. Her mother once said that if she listened hard enough, she would
hear the bayou call her name.
Marie
hoped to sail the bayou when most people dreamt of sailing the ocean. There
were many unknowns out there that she couldn’t wait to explore. The only people
who shared her enthusiasm were the folks who lived in stilt houses in the
marshlands. The river was a source of food for her family and others, and they
tapped into the resource often.
Her
father, Dan, liked to fish on his days off and Marie enjoyed watching him in
action. He’d ramble on about anything that came to his mind and she’d listen to
the sound of his voice even when she didn’t understand what he was saying.
Every time he caught a fish, Marie clapped as she watched the fish flip and
twist its body as it danced on the hook. He lost a few, but Dan reeled in many
fish that were bigger than the one’s he’d lost.
Afterwards,
her mother, Angelique, sat on a plastic chair in the backyard and vigorously
scaled and gutted the fish in a large aluminum basin. Later on, she seasoned
them and put them in the frying pan on the stove. As far as Marie was
concerned, nothing exciting happened in Hapville, Louisiana except for her
mother’s cooking. The smell of catfish frying filled the house and wafted out
to the porch where Dan sat on a wicker chair waiting for his share of the
spoils. The sun shone on his short tapered black hair.
The sun
cast a light shadow on Angelique’s round face and her long wavy brown hair
glistened in the sunlight as she rested on a reclined patio chair. Her full
hazel eyes hid behind strips of long lashes. She watched the clouds as they
moved across the sky. Soon her eyelids began to flutter and fall, and before
long she fell asleep.
Marie
looked over the railing. The elongated neck of Louisiana Iris’s displayed red
petals that drooped and crinkled at the edges near vascular ferns that spread
their arms everywhere. The coy beauty of white gardenia’s lined the edge below
the raised patio, followed by a stretch of manicured lawn that flowed down
close to the bayou’s edge. From there, wild shrubs took over and large trees
plumed out of the river.
Marie
looked over her shoulder and she saw that her mother was fast asleep. She
tiptoed off the porch and walked down to the edge of the banks. Marie unlatched
the rope that tied her father’s rowboat to a wooden post, climbed in, and
pushed the boat away from the shore with an oar. She was finally embarking on
the journey that she had envisioned for so long. Marie’s bluish-green eyes took
in the scenery until one of the oars slipped from her hand. She reached for it,
but it drifted away. Her thirst for adventure faded and was quickly replaced by
fear.
Her
shouts, followed by cries echoed throughout the backyard. Angelique awoke and
looked around to see where the noise was coming from.
“Marie?”
Angelique stood up and walked down to the bayou where she saw their boat
drifting to the other side. “Marie!” She clenched her hands rubbing them
aggressively against the flesh of her palms.
“Mommy,
help!”
The
longer she was out there, the more Marie thought she would be stuck there
forever. Angelique’s heart raced as she saw Marie drifting further away. She
took off her shoes and jumped in the murky water. Nothing mattered except
helping her daughter. Marie’s eyes were fixated on her the entire time. Angelique
reached the edge of the boat and pulled it to the shore.
“Give
me the rope, Marie.” Angelique put the rope around her body, and crawled out of
the water. She tied it around the trunk of a tree. Angelique wrung her hair and
water poured out.
“Dad can
get the boat later,” Angelique told her daughter softly. Marie crawled out of
the boat and hugged her mother. Angelique was wet, but Marie was the one
trembling uncontrollably.
“I’m
sorry, Mom.”
“It’s
okay, but don’t ever do that again.” She held Marie’s chin and lifted it up.
“Do you hear me?”
“Yes, I
promise.”
Angelique
broke down and sobbed as she held her daughter. It was a traumatic experience
for a four year old, but it would prime her for the things to come. Angelique
walked through a gathering of closely knit bushes and trees that snagged at
their clothing and itched when it touched their skin. She put Marie down when
they got to their back yard.
Marie
spotted a dragon fly and she took off running behind it as if nothing ever
happened. Angelique shook her head. She let Marie play for a while before they
went indoors.
Angelique
stood in the kitchen surround by tall white cabinets with ornate handles that
hung over the maple counter tops. On one side, matching glass cabinets
displayed China dishes that were handed down through the family over the
generations. A small desk stood in a corner near the walk-in pantry where she
often sat and looked through the bills. Dan entered the kitchen and kissed her
on the cheek as he always did when he came home from work. He sat on a chair
beside the refrigerator, loosened the laces on his steel-toed boots, and took
them off.
“Please
put those outside before they light up the house with your ‘toeforreal scent.’”
Dan
laughed. “That’s not even a word.” He put his shoes in the washroom down the
hall, and closed the door. His finger trailed along the edge of the family
photos as he walked through the hallway to the kitchen.
“How
was your day?”
“Your
daughter decided to tap into her inner Christopher Columbus. She sailed off in
search of the New World, and instead, found herself stuck in the middle of the
bayou with one oar.”
The
expression on his face changed from relaxed to tense. He looked at Marie who
sat across the hall from him in the living room. She lowered her head.
“Come
here.” Marie walked to her father, Dan picked her up and she wrapped her legs
around his waist. He kissed her on the cheek and she rubbed his kiss away.
“I
thought we talked about this before Poppy. I told you, ‘I’d take you out in the
boat when I’m not busy.”
Marie
bobbed her head.
“That’s
not even the worst of it.”
Dan
looked at his wife.
“I had
to swim out to get her.” His attention quickly returned to Marie.
“I
don’t want you meddling with that boat.” The sugar in his voice that was
normally reserved for Marie was absent. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes
daddy.” Her full lips drooped as she pouted.
“I tied
the boat to a tree on the other side,” Angelique told him.
“I’ll
go get it.”
His
squared jawline hardened. He never got the glamorous tasks, if there was such a
thing when it came to parenting. He got his boots from the washroom, opened the
glass door, and stepped outside on the patio. Dan put on his steel-toed boots
and walked down the steps. He parted his way through itchy bushes on the
outskirts of their property to get to the other side of the bayou.
Once he
got there, he found the lost oar along the edge near the boat and got in. He
rowed the boat to their yard. He understood Marie’s fascination with the bayou,
but it wasn’t safe for younglings to go exploring on their own. The boat cut
through the reflection of the trees disrupting the picturesque view of two
worlds that looked identical but were complexly unique.
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http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/335686
Do you
have any new releases you’d like to tell us about?
I’ve
been working on the sequel to Thin Skin Soul Pinned for quite some time now.
I’m happy to announce…
News Flash: The sequel will be available in
February!
Title:
Unpinned by Mila A. Ballentine
Genre:
Paranormal Mystery
Release
date: February 11, 2014.
Lastly,
I’d like to gift an eBook copy of Thin Skin Soul Pinned. Leave a comment to
enter the drawing. Good Luck and thank you for spending time with us at Alaskan
Book Cafe.
