Monster Mash Countdown Blitz - Day 9: 'Legacy' by Nichole Giles
Nichole Giles, the author of DESCENDANT, BIRTHRIGHT, and WATER SO DEEP, has lived in Nevada, Arizona, Utah, and Texas. She is a huge fan of all things paranormal and magical. Her dreams include owning a garden full of fairies, riding a unicorn, and taming the pet dragon she adopted at a recent local ComiCon. His name is Zane. She also loves to spend time with her husband and four children, travel to tropical and exotic destinations, drive in the rain with the convertible top down, and play music at full volume so she can sing along.
Q&A With the Author:
What is your largest
unfulfilled dream, and what are you doing to reach it?
Since I have
officially lived where I can see the ocean from my front porch, I suppose the
true answer here is becoming a bestselling author. I continue to work on
multiple projects which I hope might bring me closer to reaching that goal. It
will happen someday, as long as I don’t quit trying.
What is the hardest thing
you've ever done?
Oh man, this
could have so many different answers. I guess it depends on in what capacity.
Watching my children suffer through serious medical traumas/illnesses/surgeries
is at the top. Leaving our home and moving out of state mid-year while my kids
were in high-school, while leaving our oldest behind. Also at the top. Leaving
my daughter behind in Florida when she moved there for school. Learning to live
with my husband’s high-risk occupation, knowing that every day could be the day
he doesn’t come home to me. Burying each of my parents-in-law, years earlier
than we should have had to. But right now? This month? Both of my daughters are
getting married. Married! I can’t even fathom how I blinked and arrived her so
quickly. Life changes so fast. We should never waste a single minute! Never. I
am so happy for them, but it is also so very hard to know I’ll never have my
little girls back the way I once did. We should have moved to Neverland when we
had the chance.
I guess all
things considered, writing books during all these things has been cake. J
Connect with the Author here:
While the hunt for her long-lost father takes them back through Abby’s childhood homes, they’re forced to question everything they’ve been taught and everyone they’ve ever trusted—including each other. After a desperate attempt to Heal Abby’s wound goes horribly awry, and with the demons they thought they’d lost hot on their heels, the star-crossed couple is forced to face some painful realities that will change life for everyone they know.
When Abby’s best friend is kidnapped by demons, Abby and Kye abandon their search and launch a rescue attempt that morphs into a battle, the outcome of which will determine if Abby and her friends have what it takes to rid the world of demons, or if the royal bloodline and the Gifted generation will be obliterated once and for all.
I close my eyes,
too exhausted, too confused to seriously think about anything right now. And
the truth is that more than anything else, I need to be held. Our lives have
been turned upside down and inside out. We’ve left behind everything and
everyone we’ve ever loved except each other—and we have no idea when we’ll see
any of them again—if ever. He’s all I have, and I’m all he has. Regardless of
past hurts and mistakes and issues, we’re going to have to learn how to let go
and depend on each other, regardless of whether we want to be together the way
I once thought we would.
We’re going to have to figure out
how to trust each other again.
My lack of response has him
sighing as he stands. “I’m going to take a shower. Do you need to get in the
“No, go ahead.” I don’t move
except to turn my head and watch him go. Everything about him screams
misery—frustration. I know the cure for his frustration could probably come
from me. But I don’t know how to give it to him. Not in my current state of
When he comes out twenty minutes
later with wet hair, wearing his flannel pajama bottoms and a T-shirt, I’m
still lying in the same spot. He pauses next to me, a bemused expression
lighting his eyes. “It’s all yours. If you want it.”
Sighing wearily, I stand,
expecting him to move, but he doesn’t, and his position leaves us close.
“Abby,” he murmurs. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking. Please.”
I shake my head, not because I
don’t want to talk to him—I know, know,
I need to. But I’m exhausted, and overwhelmed, and my brain is so full, I don’t
even know where to start. His palm cups my cheek, and I lean into it, eyes
closed. His relief is nearly palpable as we stand there, close enough to touch,
and yet miles apart, because the contact of his skin on mine—even palm to
cheek—still makes me quiver, heats my blood. And Kye feels it.
Eventually, I cover his hand with
mine and hold onto it as I step around him, keeping our fingers connected until
I step into the already steamy bathroom and close the door.