Welcome to the Online Book Tour for Veiled Mist by Eleanor T. Beaty! She was kind enough to take some time out of her busy schedule to chat for a bit. Thanks for stopping by!
What was the inspiration behind Veiled Mist?
It
all started with a book about antique dolls I received as a present
from my cousin when I was a child. The book inspired a short story about
a fairy doll that transformed into a warrior at night to help kids with
their fears. Add that to my fascination with the Gypsies’ mysterious
origin and their magic and Veiled Mist began to take shape.
Which character was the most interesting to write?
Ornella,
for her power, wisdom and her kind heart. I also enjoyed Hanna because
of her growth, but she was tough at the beginning.
If your book was being turned into a movie, who would play each part?
Tough
question. For Ornella, the actress I like has already died, Eva
Gardner. For Hanna, Debbie Ryan, with brown hair. For Alistair, a
younger Paul Wesley. For the Count a grumpy mutt.
What other projects are you currently working on?
I
am finishing the final review to Souls of Darkness, a novel previously
published in Turkey, that I revised. That should be out by the end of
December. I also hope to finish the sequel to Souls of Darkness, which
has been in the works for a few years, by the end of January.
Have you ever had a spiritual encounter?
Not
encounters but more like experiences. I am a very spiritual person and
my life is full of those coincidences that aren’t coincidences. A long
time ago, there was a book I was writing and every situation I wrote for
the character would soon happened to me. I never published it. It got
very intense.
What was the most inspirational book/author you ever read?
The Once and Future King, by T.H. White.
What are you reading right now?
The Spies of Warsaw by Alan Furst. I love paranormal/magic, mystery, detective and spy stories.
Where is your favorite place you have ever lived?
Brazil,
where I live now, but I love traveling to exotic or historical places. I
have this dream of one day just heading for the airport with a small
bag a credit card and get on a plane to some fascinating place without
planning or telling anyone.
Which destination is on your bucket list?
South of France, when the lavender fields are in full bloom.
If
you could travel through time to witness any event or to hang out with
any person, where would you go and whom would you visit?
I
would go to the White House during WWII and hang out with FDR for the
duration of the war. He was such a schemer and spent time with so many
fascinating characters like Churchill.
What is something many fans may not know about you?
I am extremely shy but I have lived a very adventurous life. Getting into trouble was something I couldn’t avoid.
Is there anything else you would like to share?
I
would like to say to the young adults that drugs are a moment of
happiness for years of agony, for them and their families. Run away from
the tough moments with a book. Let us writers take you on a fun trip.
BIO:
I
am Brazilian born and raised, of American parents. I live in Sao
Paulo with my third husband and children. I studied at the
American school in Brazil, in boarding schools in Switzerland and the
US. I have a BA in English Literature from FIU. I published a YA
trilogy in Brazil and another YA novel in Turkey in 2001, now
in its fifth edition. My passion is history and
spiritualism. Besides Veiled Mist, I have another YA novel, Fallen
Ruler, being released soon.
ONLINE LINKS:
- Website http://www.eleanortbeaty.com
- Twitter @ eleanortbeaty
BLURB:
On the Caribbean island of Maurray, spoiled-rotten, fifteen-year-old Hanna wakes up to a nightmare. She is not the daughter of an aristocrat but the orphan of a Gypsy. She is the descendant to a mystical Gypsy tribe. Their magic is strong and has lasted six hundred years. Ornella, the tribe’s guardian, arrives at the island with her mutt, Count Dracula, to guide Hanna. Hanna is told she must embrace her heritage or die at the ripe age of seventeen. But Hanna does the unthinkable, she chooses death. She hates Gypsies and would rather die. What she doesn’t know is that her death will destroy the entire tribe. What she also doesn’t know is how persuasive Ornella can be. The nightmare begins.
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CHAPTER ONECaribbean Island of MaurrayThe wind blasted against her face, blowing her hair back and filling her mouth with a bitter taste.Hanna covered her head with her hands. Oh, my God. Her hair was stiff and knotted, like a freaking bird’s nest. No way. Her hair did not knot. No knots. Ever. Hanna pulled on a strand, intending to untangle it and screamed. Besides knotting her hair, the wind was changing its color? Brown…deadpan brown? The color…of dog poop. Never would she be caught with that vile color. She would rather be dead than have that hair color. What had happened to her beautiful bright-gold, shiny hair?She screamed at her brother John to close the window and fought her way to her hairbrush which hovered in the air, taunting her, daring her to grab it. Hanna’s hand shot out. She stretched her arm. She was but inches from the brush’s black handle…she almost had it…John hadn’t moved. Hanna was about to call out to him again when a dark shadow covered the window. She froze and dropped her hand as she saw a face with sagging, dry skin and hollowed cheeks. His bald head, more of a skull with a thin layer of skin stretched over it, had black sores the size of squashed grapes, oozing pus. He looked mummified.Mummy-Man’s meatless lips parted exposing rotten teeth. The anger in his sunken eyes as he jumped onto the windowsill held the only telltale sign of life. His bony fingers grabbed the window frame and he sprang towards Hanna. Hanna faltered back until she hit the wall. Mummy-Man let out an angry roar, blasting Hanna with the smell of rotten, decayed flesh. Hanna gagged. She had a sensitive stomach, any strong smell made her gag, if not throw up. Even in her dreams? Hanna held her breath so as not to barf.John stepped back and looked up at the ceiling, unaware of the danger. Hanna yelled at John as Mummy-Man’s hand shot to grab him. John continued to look up, as if he weren’t there. Didn’t he see the disgusting creature inches away?Hanna screamed at John again, telling him to duck. Bang, the shutter crashed against the outside wall. Mummy-Man and John were sucked violently out. The hairbrush followed. Hanna tried to call after John, but instead released a snort. She opened her eyes. Had she really snorted? Like a pig? She gasped and covered her mouth.How disgusting.A pig.Hanna swallowed. Her mouth tasted foul. Even more disgusting than the snort. Gross. Hanna’s right hand shot out from under the sheets and grabbed the glass of water by her bed. She took a large gulp, swished it around her mouth and swallowed. She did not want to throw up. A second swish took the bad taste away. She lay back down.Why was her room so bright? Why were the shutters wide open? She sat up in bed and saw the large portrait of Princess Diana hanging lopsided on the wall opposite the window. Oh, no, had her dream come true? She ran her hands through her hair. A sigh of relief left her plump lips as she found no knots. She inspected several strands. She was still blond. Hanna eyed the Princess, her idol, whose shy smile and bright blue eyes had captured the world. There wasn’t even a breeze, so why was Lady Di lopsided?The sweet perfume of daylilies drifted in from the garden patch below Hanna’s window as Hanna climbed out of bed and stretched. Their fragrance and the sunlight eased her feverish mind, pushing the nightmare aside. She turned to the fireplace and her eyes went wide. Her heart pounded inside her head and the scream that came out of her mouth resounded through the Williams’ English-style mansion. The ten-bedroom brick house, with its impeccable flowerbeds and design hedges, was located in Maurray City’s most elite neighborhood, the King James. The neighbors were far enough not to have heard Hanna, but that would not be the case for the other residents of the prestigious mansion: John Williams III, his estranged, but strangely still attached wife Camilla, and John, their offspring, were all jolted awake. However, it wasn’t any of them who came to find out why Hanna was screaming.It was Vani, the five-foot Guatemalan housekeeper. She hurried into the room and came to a halt a few feet from Hanna, who stood near her bed facing the fireplace.Vani looked around the room. She stretched her neck to check the red couch facing the terrace doors in the small living room, then gave Hanna a quick inspection. “What, Miss Hanna? Why you scream?” Vani looked around again. “Someone here?”Hanna stood frozen, her eyes were all that moved, from the fireplace to the maid and back. Her lips seemed to be glued shut, or her jaw muscles were frozen, whichever it was, she just couldn’t speak. Vani clapped her hands a few inches from Hanna’s face, missing Hanna’s nose by inches. Hanna jolted back to life and turned to glare at Vani. Rage, she felt rage.Vani gasped as Hanna leaned into her with a deranged look on her face.“Oh, devil’s look,” Vani hissed under her breath. She raised her arms to block any possible blows. “Miss Hanna, stop acting like that. You possessed by bad spirit.”“What happened to my doll?” Hanna finally yelled. Her words came out in a burst, forcing Vani to look away as spittle sprayed her face.Vani took two steps back. “What doll?”Hanna jabbed a finger at the mantle where her antique French doll stood inside its thick glass case, with both arms lying on the bottom. “I only have one doll. How did her arms fall off?”Vani turned her black eyes to the doll and shuddered. “Doll is old. Maybe arms get tired…”Hanna continued to glare at Vani. The shudder, Hanna didn’t like the shudder. Why did Vani always shudder when Hanna mentioned the doll? “You moved it, didn’t you?”Vani took another step back. “No…no…I don’t come in while you sleeping.”“Liar.” Hanna picked up her shoe and threw it at Vani. “Liar.”Vani ducked. “I never touch…that…evil doll.” Vani made the sign of the cross as she retreated to the door.“I’m going to tell my grandfather you broke my doll.”“Go, tell what you want, chica loca,” Vani hissed, ducking out as Hanna threw the second shoe.The shoe hit the door and chipped off a flake of white paint. Only when the shoe fell to the floor did Hanna realize what she had just done. She looked at her shaking hands as if they belonged to someone else. Then she slumped onto the bed crying.There was a hole inside her chest. A huge dark hole…a loss, she had lost something. Hanna turned to the doll. She wished she could hug it and make the pain go away. The eighteenth-century doll, with its delicate features, diamond tiara and yellow-laced gown, was all she had left of her mother. That doll gave Hanna great comfort every day. It was her mother Marie watching over her. Marie, a descendant of the French aristocracy, had died in childbirth. On Hanna’s fifth birthday, her grandfather John II had brought the doll and placed it on the mantelpiece. For ten years it hadn’t been moved, so she thought. How could this happen? Now her doll looked like a cheap prop from a B-horror film. Hanna shuddered. Oh, my God, she’d shuddered? Was shuddering contagious?Maybe Vani was right, but not about the doll. There was something evil going on. Something evil had broken her doll. The shutters banged again, making Hanna jump. She stared at the window and wiped her face. She had locked those shutters before going to bed. She was sure of it. Hanna stood and walked over to the window. She pulled the shutters closed, then changed her mind and threw them open, fastening them to the slip-hooks on the outside wall.No, the doll wasn’t evil. Hanna twisted around and made her way back to the fireplace. She placed a gentle kiss on the glass case and headed to the bathroom to get ready for school. Her mind stayed with the doll while her green eyes watched her hand comb her blond strands; a robot doing its routine chore. She would get it fixed. Hanna applied black mascara and some gloss to her lips, wondering if the doll’s arms falling off could be an omen.Omens were an obsession with her grandmother Elizabeth; she saw omens in everything and everywhere. While some on the island called Elizabeth a witch, Hanna thought of her as spiritual, albeit eerie. Vani called her Chupacabra, the mythical goat-bloodsucking demon creature. Last week, when Hanna had told Elizabeth she’d dreamt of a hand stabbing her doll in the back, her grandmother explained it forewarned betrayal. Elizabeth told Hanna to be vigilant. Her grandmother didn’t like the doll. Hanna wondered what she would say about the doll’s fallen arms. As she headed across the bedroom, the shutters banged again. Hanna twirled around wide-eyed. That was not possible. Shutters didn’t get loose from those hooks. Did they? Perhaps the hooks were weak.She went back to her bed and slipped her hand under her pillow and removed an old, faded black-and-white picture of a young woman sitting sideways smiling at the camera. Marie wore her dark-blond hair up in a loose bun known as the French twist. Her mother had a kind face. Her almond-brown eyes and small full lips held a childish innocence. Her beaded evening gown spilled to the floor around her legs. She wore a delicate diamond necklace and matching diamond earrings.The photo was quite creased from all the nights Hanna held it under her pillow while falling asleep. She wished she had more pictures, but her grandmamma told her Marie was extremely shy, a recluse almost, and didn’t allow her picture to be taken. This had been an exception, taken two days before her entire family had been wiped out during an earthquake in France. Poor Marie’s life had been a sequence of tragedies. Hanna kissed the picture and put it away in the bedside table drawer as she did every morning so no one would touch it. She would give anything to have known her.In the kitchen she found John eating a large bowl of honey-puff cereal. The thirteen-year-old geek couldn’t be more different from Hanna. In looks, he took after his mother Camilla, dark-blond hair and brown eyes. As to his high IQ, that was a mystery. Hanna sat down next to John and looked at the bowl with a yellow mush. “Vani, is this diet banana?”“Yes, yes. Diet banana,” Vani called from within the pantry.John had told Hanna that the “diet banana” was a lie, invented by Vani to get around Hanna’s demand for a fruit larger than a grape, with only fifty calories. Hanna didn’t believe him.“So, what happened? Did your Prada shoes run off with your Versace bag?” John asked.Hanna paused to consider if John might have messed with her doll. She watched him stuff a large spoonful of cereal into his mouth.John felt her stare. “What?”“Did you happen to sneak into my room this morning?”“Ha, ha. I don’t have a death wish. Why? What’s missing?”“Someone broke my doll’s arms.”John shuddered and Hanna caught him doing it. “What’s with all the shuddering? That doll is not evil.”John took another spoonful of cereal and turned back to watch Hanna.“I have to get it fixed,” Hanna said. She ate the mush and drank her lemon juice.“Get what fixed?”“The doll, John, the doll. Is there anything stuck in my teeth?”“Mush doesn’t stick to teeth. Grandmamma might know of someone.”She might, but Hanna wouldn’t ask her. Grandmamma would use the excuse to disappear with it. But her grandfather would help. “Maybe Grandpapa.” Hanna took out her phone and hit speed dial. John II didn’t pick up. He always picked up for her. Why wasn’t he picking up? Had something happened to him?John’s face lit up. “Did you talk to him about the car?”“Not yet. I think there’s still time for that.”John wanted their grandfather’s 1960 Mustang for his sixteenth birthday. He knew their paternal grandfather had a soft spot for Hanna.The doorbell rang. That would be Thomas, their driver, letting them know it was time to go. John grabbed his backpack while Hanna grabbed her Chanel handbag and one notebook. The two headed for the limousine. Hanna pressed redial as she walked out the front door, but hung up before the phone began to ring. It had been no nightmare. In the daylily patch beneath her window was a blackened area the shape of a body. Mummy-man.
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