Forget love at first sight. I’m doomed to love at every sight.
Much like a Greek siren with the curse of broken-hearted suitors scattered throughout her past, Emalie goes away to college hoping to leave her old habits behind and find real love. To her immense displeasure, her habitual wearing of sunglasses as a means to protect potential “prey” of her powers proves to be ineffective. Almost immediately, a boy named Quincy sees her blue, beautiful eyes, and as though they are Cupid’s arrows, he is struck with love. But why isn’t he acting crazy with infatuation?
To make matters worse, another classmate named Tony kidnaps her for a game with some friends and she must use her eyes to escape the dangerous encounter. The downside to the escape: Tony falls in love with her. Struggling against her feelings of vulnerability and the belief that she is a victim of circumstance unable to influence the plot of her life, she must make a choice. She can either continue a life of captive, possessive love with Tony or take a leap, risk her secrets, and pursue her goal of finding love unsolicited by her cursed eyes.
About the author:
To state the glaringly obvious, Lara Hues like to write, however, she doesn’t like writing about herself. Maybe that’s because it’s strictly non-fiction, which isn’t so much her cup of tea. That being said, a cup of tea isn’t really her cup of tea. She prefers hot chocolate or lemonade. Sure, aspects of her character and details from her own life find their way into the pages of her stories, but that’s only natural since she’s the author.
Her first young adult book Cerkel was a semi-finalist in the Amazon breakthrough novel contest when she was eighteen. Since then she’s tackled a handful of other projects ranging from adult thrillers about kidnappers to middle grade stories of mermaids. Arrows is her first published work of what she hopes to be many.
Lara was born in Utah, moved to Massachusetts for middle and high school, and attended college in Hawaii where she graduated with a degree in Cultural Anthropology and received a TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) certificate. She can’t for the life of her figure out why she didn’t just study creative writing since she’s been doing it since she was fourteen, and it’s a passion that’s stuck with her through the years.
Her character flaws, which double as her greatest strengths, are audacious honesty and child-like optimism. Lara owns a small jewelry business named Zaria’s Box, where she is the designer and creator. She enjoys learning languages and knows at least one phrase in over sixty languages. She is deeply religious and doesn’t believe in being bored.
The month after Lara’s college graduation she married a devilishly handsome West Point Graduate and officer in the US Army. She is the mother of two breathtakingly gorgeous little girls and the four of them travel the world together. She’s lived in Arizona, Kentucky, Utah, Idaho, Massachusetts, and Hawaii.
“Take me back now!” I shouted. There was no one in the restaurant to see the scene that was happening. The pocketknife was still within my reach. My fingers were sweaty as I flipped open the blade only to find that there was no blade. It was another trick. My hands were slippery and shaky as I dropped the useless knife on the ground. Anthony watched the whole thing, rolling his eyes and snickering.
“I’ll take you back when I want to,” Anthony said and suddenly his face was not so jovial. “Now sit down. No one leaves till I say they do. I’m in charge; not you.”
The waitress brought the food over and began passing it out, no change from her previous behavior. It seemed she had seen physical disagreements in this restaurant before.
“If you don’t take me back right now I will call the police.” I pulled out my phone.
Their laughter and chatter hit my ears loudly and my breathing got heavy.
“Lucas,” Anthony said, gesturing to my phone. Quickly and roughly, Lucas tore the phone from my hand right in front of the waitress and shoved it into his deep pockets. He grabbed my face and kissed my cheek aggressively.
“Don’t!” I protested.
“No,” Lucas said, breathing hot spicy breath into my face. “You don’t.”
“Anthony,” I said, making my voice sweet. “Tony.” I was taking a big risk. There was no way of knowing what Anthony’s reaction would be. Things were getting bad fast and I would do anything to get out of there.
“What?” His voice was heavy with irritation as he wheeled around to face me.
I took off my sunglasses in one swift motion.
Anthony dropped to his knees at my feet and began to cry. “Em, my sweet Em. I have upset you. How could I have done this?”
I put the glasses back on. It was that simple. It was always that simple. That’s what made real love—real, unsolicited love—so impossible for me to find.
The Guest Post:
To pen name or not to pen name, for me, the answer was relatively simple.
With a maiden name nearly impossible to spell and/or pronounce (Beynon), and a married name so common it might actually be more common than Jane Doe, I went with a pen name. My name is Laura Hughes, and there are actually other published authors under that name. I don’t want to be confused with someone else.
So, once I made the decision to get a pen name, I had to figure out what it would be. I didn’t want a pen name too different from my own, because then once the book is done, that lifelong dream of finding yourself on Amazon and written on the cover of your book kinda loses something. Rather than going with Laura Hughes or Laura Beynon Hughes, I decided to simplify, so readers can remember spelling and leave no questions regarding pronunciation. Lara Hues. It’s still my name, I just took the UGH out.
I write YA because I read YA and because I don’t want excessive violence or language in the books I read. Therein lies one of the biggest challenges I face writing YA. Swearing. I’m not one to swear, even if I stub my toe, but it’s a serious struggle to build realistically mean or rough characters whose language is void of curses. It’s hard to find a balance of feeling like my characters are saying it, not me, and knowing that as the author, I’m not blameless for any words or actions in the book, despite how real my characters are to me.
With that knowledge, you can rest assured that I won’t go crazy regarding content in my books. Bear in mind, that I’ll still build up suspense and make you wonder and worry.
Check out Arrows and see for yourself.