Today’s featured guest is young adult paranormal romance author Jessica O’Gorek. She’s touring her novel Gemini Rising: Ethereal Fury with Goddess Fish Promotions.
Jessica. Please tell us a little bit about yourself.
was born in Chesapeake, Virginia on April 19th, 1979. I was raised within the
American Indian religion and was taught great respect for the earth and all its
living beings. Powwows, sweat lodges, vision quests, you name it, I’ve done it.
I was the weird kid who would confront kids on the playground in elementary
school when they squished a bug. I would very sincerely tell them what they
were doing was morally wrong and then I would pray for the bug to come back as
a butterfly in its next life.
grew up admiring my father, Barry Weinstock, as an author. He took me around
the country to different places so he could research and write his Wilderness
Survival books. One of his greatest works, “The Path of Power,” was written
with a great medicine man, Sunbear.
I was twelve I started hand writing novels. My first one was two thousand
pages. My dad always encouraged me and would rave about my writing. He gave me
the confidence I needed to keep writing and follow my dream. My daughter, who
is twelve, is currently working on her first novel. I hope to continue the
What is your favorite television show?
It was terrible. I had no idea what I was doing and his breath stunk.
tell us a little about your new release,
resources, Mother Earth recruits souls who have just left their bodies to serve
Her, and turns them against humanity. Gemini, a clan of paranormal beings,
picked from these possessed humans, emerges. A powerful, rising force proceeds
to carry out Mother Nature’s plan to systematically destroy towns, cities,
states… and eventually, the world. Amidst the chaos, a forbidden relationship
between a human girl, Violette, and Onyx, a lead Gemini, begins. They will both
find themselves in the middle of a revolutionary war that will either save, or
destroy our world.
to the swings. He tried to single out the perfect girl. Innocent and naïve is
what he was going for. He located the one he thought might work. She was
swinging; she was older, maybe fifteen or so. She had one girl on each side of
her and a few nuns were standing near, giving her glances of adoration. She was
cute and gentle looking, the perfect disguise for the likes of him. He moved in
a little closer to his prey. Over the wall and around the thick maple tree, he
paused, making sure he disturbed no air. He waited to hear her name. This would
come in handy.
redhead gestured to his target as she hopped off the swing. Now was his chance.
She turned towards the sound that she couldn’t locate.
the craggy trunk, allowing it to be just visible enough to make her curious as
to who its owner might be. At this point, an adult might run, scream, or faint
at the sight of a translucent hand gesturing mysteriously. But Eleanor was an
insightful little girl and wanted to know more. The redhead on the seesaw
looked dismayed and repeated her plea. This annoyed him considerably; he was
tempted to go shut her up, but her attention was now steady on the phantom arm
that beckoned her. He controlled his visibility simply with his mind. If he
thought it, it became a reality for him.
seemed to be attempting to clear her head. He could start to feel the
gravitational pull from within her. It started to pull on his energy, almost
gripping him and pulling him piece by piece, atom by atom, and ever closer to
fingers am I holding up?” If he distracted her with the game or a
challenge, it would be that much easier. Anticipation started to build within
him, like the sweet pressure of an inevitable release. Trance-like now, unable
to resist the lure of his sugary voice, she walked right into his arm and it
left and saw only his spiraling eyes. Before she could utter a scream he was in
through her surprised mouth, busily working into her muscles, connecting with
her spinal cord to coordinate her movements. Her sensory organs were pliable,
and the tendrils that were extensions of his personality easily wrapped around
every bone, every nerve ending. She was stunned into silence by the complete
and sudden hostile takeover. He felt strong and empowered. It had been weeks
since he felt a young, healthy host take him to dizzying heights of euphoria.
felt the most in control and in touch with their true ability. To connive and
manipulate, ruin and plunder the society around them was only justice. They
were so weak and puny, murderers and thieves, liars, and rapists. They all took
what they wanted from each other, and the earth, then sucked any generosity
right out of the atmosphere. He always thought he was helping them shorten the
time frame of their journey. They would all eventually die anyway; he just
hurried along the process. He felt the need to justify himself after entering
someone. He knew there was some deep hidden morsel of doubt that what he was
doing was right, that every human should be annihilated from existence. He
would never divulge these doubts to himself or anyone else. It was a hidden
monster within him and he would never lend it credit.