Maya's quiet life changes beyond recognition when she meets and falls in love with Adrian. Just when she thinks her life of loneliness and pain is over, she learns that Adrian has a secret. The shy but sexy guitarist is tormented by blood lust. He and his fellow band members are vampires. Their leader, Nicholas, believes they are messengers of God sent to do His will by murdering the sinners of the world. Maya fights for her life and sanity as she tries to save Adrian from Nicholas' grasp.
What’s a day in your life like?
- Well I work as a waitress for bugger all money so I guess that sucks. My two close friends often visit me and we spend our time together teasing one another, which I enjoy. It’s great when Adrian stays with me. I get really worried when he is ‘too ill’ to see me.
If your best friend had to describe you in five words, what would they be?
- My beloved best friend Yasmin would describe me as stubborn, paranoid, funny, geeky and ‘Goth’. She loves me, I swear.
If your enemy had to describe you in five words, what would they be?
- Nicholas, as charming as that nut is, would describe me as a ‘meddling, blasphemous, manipulating, immoral whore’. Or that is what I am guessing. He is a sweetheart. It’s much nicer than what I would have to say about him.
Which song sums up your life and why?
- One that immediately comes to mind is ‘Fear of the Dark’ by Iron Maiden. It best describes my anxiety of the dark and of the unknown. Especially after all I have seen.
What one book title sums up your love life and why?
- A book title? ‘Desperation’ by Stephen King seems appropriate. Especially with the Hell Nicholas gives us.
What motivates you?
- My friends, Rhys and Yasmin. And Adrian. The only reason I haven’t just given up is because of them and their support and love. The negative memories I have from life also motivate me as well. Sometimes they weight me down, but then I pick myself up and carry on. I don’t want to go back to the way things were. The fear of living those memories again help me to soldier on. Oh, and my bills. They motivate me to work my ass off.
Tell me about yourself.
- My name is Maya Meadows. I don’t drink alcohol and I am a vegetarian. In my spare time I enjoy reading books and playing video games. My friends tell me I am socially awkward and paranoid because I don’t like to go out much, but I think I just have good sense. I live in a flat in Aberdeen, Scotland with my rabbit, Lily. I am in a very loving but unusual relationship with Adrian Valentine. My father left my mother and I when I was very young. My mother gave me a life of Hell, filled with her vile ways and poisonous words. I dropped out of school early and gave up on college to get a job so I could live on my own. My life was turned upside down one day while I was walking through the forest near my home. I came across the mutilated body of a young woman in a white dress. Little did I know I was to become very well acquainted with her murderers. My world became weirder and darker after stumbling upon a band named ‘Serendipity’.
Can you tell us a secret about you that few/no one else knows?
- The world is far from normal. I know now what hides in the darkness. The man I love is a vampire, and he is tormented by the twisted urges that eat away at him. I know six vampires, in fact. They are all warped in their own way.
Describe an incident in your life that’s helped mold you into the person you are today.
There are so many I can think of. One I will always remember is finding Jemma Harrison lying there with her bloody hands covering that hole in her stomach. It really puts things in perspective for you when you see another human that way. I was already an anxious person, but seeing this woman in that state proved my warped mind to be right all along. No, I didn’t know vampires existed by that point, but I learned that monsters did. They exist inside the souls of people. This incident taught me to be careful. Monsters live in every area of the world.
What’s your favorite color and why?
- Green. It is the colour of nature at its most beautiful.
What are you passionate about?
- Books, animals…love. There are only a few people in this world that I do love, but I love them dearly. They make the world more tolerable and less frightening. I am passionate about those I care for, and making sure they are happy.
What would I find in your couch cushions?
- What a weird question. Old food? Sweetie wrappers? Spiders? I hate spiders.
What’s your biggest fear?
- I would say spiders, but I fear being alone far more. The people in my life are always leaving me. It terrifies me to think I may lose my close friends or Adrian.
Describe your ideal mate?
- They would be the prayer to my loneliness. The light in my darkness. They would be understanding and caring. Sweet and shy, yet passionate and bold when it was necessary.
Is the glass half-full or half-empty? Also, what’s it filled with?
- I am pretty pessimistic, so I would probably say half-empty. The glass is filled with milk, of course.
It’s 10:00 on a Friday night. Where are you?
- At home, unless I have been dragged to a concert with Rhys and Yasmin. Unless ‘Serendipity’ are playing. I would be there, bobbing up and down awkwardly in the audience.
For the author:
Would you like to say anything to your readers / fans?
I hope you enjoy my novel. Also, I hope that you will respect yourself and the people around you, and do everything you can to stay safe. Monsters do exist in our world and they are on every corner. You were gifted a life. Treat it with respect and grace.
Where can your readers stalk you?
My address is….haha! My readers can stalk me on my authors Facebook page. The link is:
If they are interested and wish to know more about me, I am also an alternative model. They can stalk my modeling page too. The link is:
I will expand onto Twitter and start a website one day when I have a bigger following.
As a writer, it can be difficult to find enough time in the day to get everything done. Would you like to share your favorite ‘quick and easy’ recipe?
I am lucky as I am a support worker. I work three 12 hour shifts a week and then I have the rest of the days to play with. However, if I find I am busy and swamped I always do my best to make time for writing. I carry little notebooks with me everywhere to make notes, or type them into my mobile phone. If you want to do it, it becomes easier. Don’t push yourself or you wont end up with a good outcome.
Thank you for having Maya and I. It has been a pleasure!
At some point down the line I had tried to walk through that forest again. I had tried to face those trees. They stood tall, hanging over me, knowing the truth. The earth beneath my sodden boots had tasted her blood, and so had the fallen leaves and overgrown grass. Nature was a hushed spectator. The trees whispered words of judgment as I passed by them. Gently, they moved together, watching me. I had felt their presence that day as well. The day I found Jemma. The world had been silent like the grave, holding its breath as it waited for me to find her. Nature would judge me for loving Adrian.
When I had found her lying there I debated whether she was just sleeping. Her dead body lay there perfectly, like someone lying in their coffin. Her hair was tainted red, but it was placed so caringly on her shoulders. The white dress had been made presentable, just passing her knees. Her hands were positioned on her stomach, one on top of the other. My mind had discarded the wound on her neck, and the blood on her dress. It was her fingers, and the missing nails. All ten fingers and thumbs rested on her dress without nails. I just stood there, staring at her hands. I noticed the blood underneath them, and so curiosity took over. Blankly and mechanically, I had lifted her hands, cringing at how cold they felt.
I screamed and threw myself away from her, landing on my front as I attempted to turn away. My scream had ripped through the silent air. It was too loud, so I covered my mouth. I twisted my body around to check what I had seen was real. Seeing it again made me taste vomit in my mouth. It burned in my throat. It was then I noticed the gaping hole in her neck. This image was the beginning of so many tainted dreams.
Those memories were vivid in my mind as I walked there once more. I recalled phoning the police, and then waiting for them. I had just stood there staring at her. The trees watched all of this, and the wind gently wept.
I could see her everywhere. Her face appeared in the bark of the trees. The knots in the wood became her eyes. Every branch on the ground was her listless body, still waiting to be found. A supermarket bag became her dress, and the red leaves on the ground was a sea of her blood. I swore I could still smell her rotting body. It mixed together with the smells of nature, and cold air.
The sleeping zombie still lay slumbering in my mind, and I could see her everywhere I looked in the forest. Her blood tainted my mind, while Adrian’s secret tainted my life.
This sick reality was eating away at my already fragile mind. Adrian’s blood was contaminated by sinful desires. Those dreams of his blood falling into milk were a reality. Nicholas seen me as the problem. He seen it as my milk was contaminating Adrian’s blood. Nicholas, my antagonist. I hated him with ever inch of my body and soul. But I would keep Adrian sane. He is my love. I was the prayer to his tainted dreams, even though he was the cause of mine.
Danielle was born in Aberdeen, in the North East of Scotland and lives in her beloved bungalow with her boyfriend and several pets she likes to call her 'familiars'. She enjoys writing, reading, going on long walks while listening to music and modeling as her alter ego Jester Jinx. Danielle mainly writes paranormal romance and horror stories. It has been her dream since the age of five to be a published author.