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About the Author
Judy Serrano holds a Master of Arts in English from Texas A&M University-, Commerce. She is the owner of Make Cents Editing Service, and was an adjunct professor at a local college. Currently she teaches high school English and is a freelance writer for certain on-line publications. Judy also writes romantic suspense and paranormal romance novels. She is the author of The Easter’s Lilly Series, The Linked Series, and Ivy Vines, Visions.
Although originally form New York, Judy resides in Texas with her husband, four boys, two dogs and now five cats. She sings and plays guitar when she has time and enjoys singing with her very musical family in church when she is able.
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About the Book
Title: IVY VINES, VISIONS
Author: Judy Serrano
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Moving to Sedona was the only way Ivy could think of to start over. She would meet her high school sweetheart and work on making things right between them. Her psychic abilities were gradually becoming a curse and she needed a new start. Little does she know that when she applies for a waitressing job at a local, upscale French bistro, she will come in contact with the dark and mysterious Eli Dubois. What she doesn’t realize is she has just walked into the middle of the Vortex Murders, which involve a great deal of paranormal activity. Elijah’s army of seers are being murdered, one by one, which seems to be magnifying Ivy’s special abilities.
Eli’s best friend, Jake, arrives on the scene and reveals the secret that changes everything. With nowhere to turn, Ivy leans on the two men who offer her solace. And who is the old woman in the shroud? Is she a vision, a dream, or is she real? Only time will tell.
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My heart was beating almost out of my chest as I drove to the restaurant to see Simone. I checked my rear view mirror often; just to be sure I wasn’t followed. I parked the car and ran as fast as my legs would carry me to the front door. I felt like I was burdened with cement weights around my ankles as I forced my body to keep moving forward. Trying to catch my breath was futile when Eduardo met me at the entrance. I was in no mood for his pretentious smile and flippant tone, but still he would not let me pass.
“I need to see Simone,” I told him, barely able to form the words due to the lack of air in my lungs.
“Will that be one for lunch or two?” he asked me. I almost punched him.
“Two,” I answered, regaining my composure. “Simone is off in a few minutes. She’ll have lunch with me, I’m sure.”
“Very well then,” he answered. He slowly took out two menus and sat me at a table by the window.
“Thank you,” I managed. “Please tell Simone I’m here.” He made an unfavorable face at me and walked away. I looked out the window and began to recapture a normal breathing pattern. I noticed an old woman walking by the creek. She had her head covered by a black scarf and she was wearing what looked like a black cloak over her body. It was warm out, being early September, and that’s why her clothing caught my attention. She took off the scarf and looked at me. When our eyes touched, I could feel my blood pressure rise. My face got warm. Long grey curls cascaded down, past her shoulders and her expression got very grave. Her nose looked like a misshapen staircase and she had a mole on the left side of her face along her jaw line. She pointed her finger at me, slowly straightening it out as far as it could go and I felt a surge of fear strike through my body. I stood up quickly, pushing my chair back with the backs of my knees and felt a hand on my shoulder. I let out a shriek, that was certainly noticeable and when I turned, it was Simone’s hand on my shoulder.
“Ivy, what is it?” she asked. “The last time I heard you scream like that…” I dismissed her, mid-sentence, knowing exactly what she was going to say. Since that day. The day we don’t dare talk about or even remember if we can help it. I turned my attention back to the creek but the old woman was gone.
I could feel her.
“It’s nothing I told her. Are you done with your shift yet?”
“Yes, I’m done,” she answered. “Eduardo is making me change my clothes first. So, sit tight and I’ll be right back.”
I sat back down and looked out the window again. A breeze blew open one of the side windows unexpectedly and I almost fell out of my chair. I could hear a faint humming. It was all too familiar. There was still no old woman, but I knew she was there.
She was watching me somehow.
Simone finally came back and sat beside me. “What’s going on, Ivy? I haven’t seen you this unraveled in a very long time. It’s a little disconcerting to say the least.”
“He’s after me,” I told her. “He knows I’m here.”
“Who knows you’re here? Ivy, you’re not making any sense.”
“Lucifer,” I whispered, leaning into her so that no one else would hear me. “He thinks I know.”
“He thinks you know what?” she asked, looking at me as though I had gone mad.
“When Jesus is coming. He thinks I know.”
“Do you?” she asked. “Do you know?”
A hiss filled the air in the room as the wind picked up and gushed through the open window. I drew a breath but I dared not answer.
She was listening.
Judy, thanks for being my guest. Tell us about you as a person.
That is an interesting question. When people look at me, they see a Christian mommy who brought up four wonderful boys and has a happy, wonderful marriage, all of which are true. However, when I was young, I was a bit of a thrill seeker. I used rock-climb without ropes (much to my father’s dismay), drive cross country with not much more than a guitar and a dream, and play music with strangers at campfires. No regrets.
If you could hang out with one famous person for one day, who would it be and why
William Butler Yeats. He is my favorite poet. I would love to hear his story, and find out how he ended up being such a prolific poet. He and I share an interesting fact. He suffered from dyslexia as do I. It is interesting to me that we would both become writers.
What’s the story behind your latest book?
Ivy Vines, Visions takes place in Sedona Arizona. I used to live there. The New Age Movement was fascinating to me. I picked up on a little bit of that and developed it into my novel.
What is your writing process?
The first thing I do is check my social media. Then, I re-read the last chapter that I wrote so that I can remember where I left off. Sometimes I listen to classical music when I write, but in general it doesn’t matter what is going on in the background. I have been known to write while carrying on a conversation with my children.
Tell us about your main character:
My main character is a strong, independent woman. She is vulnerable yet courageous. She has trouble choosing the men in her life though…
If your book was to be turned into a movie, who would play the lead role and why.
I would want Julianne Hough to play Ivy. She is beautiful, strong, and determined, just like my Ivy Vines.
What are you working on next?
Funny you should ask. I just finished grad school a few weeks ago, and I can’t wait to throw myself back into the game. I have a book that I started two years ago about the mafia. Although I already have The Easter’s Lilly Series, which is about the Mexican Mafia, this one is a new book with its own personality. I am excited to finish the final edit.
What advice do you have for other writers who want to get the word out about their book?
Social media is the way to go. I have sold quite a few books from Facebook and Twitter. Make friends and connections, and work together.
What is your favorite book on your shelf right now?
All my books are in my Kindle with few exceptions. I think my favorite book of all time is The MacKade Brothers by Nora Roberts. The book is steamy, romantic and quite tasteful.
Do you have any special/extraordinary talents?
As a matter of fact, I sing and play guitar. I enjoy playing country and Christian music.
You are given the choice of one super power. What super power would you have and why?
After giving this question probably a little too much thought, I think I would like to be able to teleport. I work very far away from my house, and I hate to drive. I think that would make my life so much easier.
List 5 things on your bucket list:
- Audition for The Voice
- Visit Italy
- Visit France
- Write a best seller
- Own a lake house
Where can readers find you on the web?
Any final thoughts?
Thank you so much for the opportunity to visit with you today. I am blessed to be able to write and live my dream. My advice to anyone who thinks that their dreams are unattainable is to always go for it. Just remember that often the backup plan becomes the plan, so reach for the stars always, and push forward. My favorite quote is by Robert Browning- “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp or what’s a heaven for.”
Thanks Judy 🙂
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