Monthly Archives: April 2013

Spotlight Author: Juliana Haygert

Guess what today is?? It’s release day for the super awesome Juliana Haygert’s new NA paranormal romance novel – Destiny Gift!! Check out that cover!

Thirty years in the future, a sinister New York City exists in permanent darkness.

A student at the secured NYU, nineteen-year-old Nadine has visions of Victor Gianni, an imaginary guy she has real feelings for. Afraid of being truly insane, she explains the visions away as simple daydreams, but she can no longer deny them when she bumps into Victor in real life. But this Victor doesn’t know her, and turns her away. After the encounter, Nadine’s visions change to those of eerie fates, gods she’s never heard of, demons with sharp claws they are not too timid to use … and instructions.

To discover if she’s losing her mind, Nadine follows the vague directions—with the real, rude and reluctant Victor—leading to a man who knows it all: Nadine can restore an ancient creed by unveiling the clues on her visions, and bring sunlight and peace to the world again. But that’s only if the demons and the other evil forces behind the darkness don’t stop her first.

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Join me in welcoming Juliana to my blog!

Hi Juliana, what was your inspiration behind this book?
A sentence my husband said, actually. He asked what if gods weren’t immortal as they thought they were? That simple  “what if” spun the whole idea inside my head 😉

Why did you choose this particular genre?

It wasn’t a conscious decision. It just happened. I always loved fantasy and magic and the impossible, so I guess it only makes sense that I would write paranormal and urban fantasy.

Tell the readers a little about you.

I’m a simple girl, who loves her family more than life. I also love music and gaming, and dancing. And books. And writing. Hehe I laugh easily, but I also get irritated easily. Unfortunately, I’m impatient and I’m always stressed. Nothing a good laugh or the right word can’t fix 😉
What inspired you to become a writer?
A high school teacher. She assigned a project to write a short book. I began that same day, spent the night writing like crazy and never stopped. Though, for over 10 years, writing was only a hobby.

What do you find is your biggest writing struggle?
To be honest, sitting down and starting. I mean, once I’m involved in the story, I don’t get away from it for almost anything, other than family. But, until I actually start, the internet can be very alluring. So, I try to keep the internet off during my work hours.
Other than that, I tend to overexplain what my character is feeling and/or doing – so I always have to go back and revise with that in mind, cutting unnecessary sentences 😉

Any tips for new writers?
Write. Read. Write. Read. Rinse and repeat. Read tons of craft books. Practice. And never give up.

Any other books in the works?
I’m working on the sequel of Destiny Gift, and also on a NA contemporary romance called Breaking the Reins. And I hope to get back to my gypsies (NA UF) book soon!

How/where can readers find you?

I heard a heavy sigh and turned toward it. It was Victor. He was leaving the elevator down the hall and coming toward his grandma’s room. He had seen me and didn’t seem very happy about it.
He wore faded jeans, a t-shirt, and a thin jacket. Too casual. I shook my head. The fact that my dream Victor and this real Victor were exactly the same physically, while their clothing styles and posture were the opposite of each other still boggled my mind.
He came to a stop before me. “You again.” There was disdain in his tone. I cringed.
“How are you?” I managed to ask and immediately felt silly. I had planted myself here in this hallway for over an hour waiting for him and when he finally arrived, I didn’t know what to say. Though I really did want to know how he was. The last time I had seen him in the flesh, he’d been jerking on the floor of the hospital’s garage, in pain. “What was that…ah…before…?” I trailed off, hoping he would understand what I was referring to.

He shrugged, his sea-green eyes still staring me with suspicion. “I don’t know. By the way, how do you know my name?”
I twirled a lock of my hair around my index finger as I considered my answer. I wanted to answer him. I wanted to be honest. But he would never believe me.
As if my answer would pop out of the walls, I scanned the hallway.
At the end of the corridor, a nurse left a room and entered another.
“The nurse,” I almost shouted, hoping he wouldn’t notice my sudden lie. I avoided his inquisitive eyes. “I heard a nurse calling you earlier that day.”
His deadpan expression hid his thoughts and didn’t let me know if he was buying it or not.
“What did you do to me last night?” he asked, crossing his arms. God, I hated how his voice and his posture were so guarded and mistrustful. I wasn’t used to it.
“What do you mean?”

“When you touched me, the shock and the pain went away. How did you do that?”
“I don’t know.” This time I wasn’t lying. I really didn’t know. He frowned, clearly still suspicious. “Seriously, I have no idea.”
His shoulders stiffened. “What are you doing here? What do you want?”
My eyes widened as I retreated a few steps, trying to avoid his toxic tone.
Yes, he looked like my Victor—the same voice, the same hair, the same face, the same mouth that had offered me smiles that had rendered me breathless many, many times. I wanted to touch him, to embrace him, to tell him everything was going to be okay. Maybe if I touched him, he would remember me and he would want to touch me too.

I came closer to him, looking deeply into those wary green eyes, my fingers itching to stroke his skin, to feel it smoldering under my caress. But I didn’t. He was like my Victor, but he wasn’t my Victor. The Victor from my visions would never speak to me like this. He would never snap at me. No, no. My Victor loved my company, loved to hear me sing, loved to embrace me and inhale my scent.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice croaking under the heavy pressure inside my chest.
Then, I walked away.


While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting—but equally gratifying—life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.