There is a world invisible to Untouched eyes, where demons rule the shadows and prey on the innocents. Gracen Potts lives in this world. Her job is to serve and protect those who are oblivious to the monsters hiding from the light.
As a Silver Mortal Gracen has the power to send these demons back to Hell. With the Silver Eagle's blood running through her veins she feels like nothing can take her down. That is, until she meets a group of Night Vipers who have escaped the Viper clan.
Can Gracen keep doing her job of demon slaying and protect the rebel Vipers?
Tell me about yourself. What’s a day in your life like?
Well, I'm just average. I'm a stay at home mom with three kids, married for going on fourteen years. I started writing back in 2009 and still writing. My days start out like this: Get kids up and go to school, come home and try to write. By then it's time to pick kids up. Then, depending on season and weather, t-ball and baseball practices/games. See, pretty boring! ;)
When you were a child, what was your dream occupation?
When I was younger I wanted to be a school teacher. As I got older, I figured out I hated school. I became a Cosmetologist and worked at that almost eight years before deciding to stay at home with the babies.
Who are your favorite authors?
Got a few of them, here's a few: Ted Dekker, Stephenie Meyer, Lauren Kate. A few Indie faves are: Madison Daniel, Alexia Purdy, Laney Lane. Seriously, I got too many! lol
What are you passionate about?
I'm passionate about helping feed the homeless, and furthering God's kingdom. My hopes are that one day my writing will help fuel my church and set us on many barefoot ministries.
What would I find in your couch cushions?
Haha, well, depends. Right now, since the Easter Bunny hopped over, you'll find jelly beans, easter grass, and candy wrappers.
It’s 10:00 on a Friday night. Where are you?
Curled in bed with my laptop, typing away.
What sets you apart from other writers?
Well, I'm not sure, though us authors all have our own unique ideas. God keeps me balanced and feeds me the stories the world needs to hear.
What are you currently reading?
Not reading at the moment. Too busy writing.
How do you deal with rejection?
I deal with it pretty well. I figure if they don't want it, then someone else will. I trust in God. I'll go wherever He wants me to.
Do you have advice for aspiring writers?
The only advice I can give is to write from the hearts, and to never give up. Ignore the haters and the jealous – Dream Big.
What does your main character think about you? Would he or she want to hang around you as their author?
Yeah, Gracen's a bit of a hothead, and I've been known to blow a fuse or two. As for hanging out, maybe. Gracen likes to be alone most of the time.
Who would play the starring role(s) if your book became a movie?
When I came up with Gracen, I thought of Avril Lavigne. Big voice, little body... perfect Gracen.
Ben Barnes (Prince Caspien) would be the perfectt Phoenix Brooks.
If you had to choose one…which song would sum up your story?
That's a tough one, I'll have to put down two: Touched by Vast and Castle of Glass by Linkin Park.
If you’d like, provide an excerpt and/or back cover blurb:
Here's a little excerpt from Chapter Seven:
My hands grip the bottom of my seat as I struggle to stay calm, the
Silver Eagle waking within me. My enemy just walked in, anger
and fear rising in my chest, though another feeling began rising
above all the others. One I could not explain.
One of my number one powers is the gift of discerning whether
people are good or bad. This Viper in particular didn't make my
stomach quiver with rage. Instead I feel this one will not harm the
Untouched, which is extremely strange since we are sworn
enemies. But that couldn't be right. How can I feel anything but
hatred toward this foul human who has been touched by such
Keeping my eyes focused on him and only him, I watch as he
walks up to the teacher's desk, flipping his dark shoulder-length
hair out of his tanned face. He smiles, handing the teacher a piece
of paper. Her eyes are wide as she takes in the new student, most
likely wondering if he's eighteen yet. The two of them converse a
moment before she turns to the rest of the class and smiles, her
eyes a little glazed over.
“Class,” she begins in a chirpy voice, propelling her to clear her
throat, “we have a new student joining us today. Everyone say
hello to Phoenix Brooks.”
A few mumbled hellos resound through the classroom. The
Viper—Phoenix—smiles, his teeth bright white against his sunkissed
complexion. No one can see the coiled black viper just
underneath his skin, located on his right cheek. No one but yours
truly. Giggles from across the room erupt from a small group of
cheerleaders, all gazing at him with flirtatious expressions
scribbled on their faces. I can't stop the roll of my eyes, the
nauseating scene making me want to hurl.
Sure this Phoenix guy is cute, but he's not what the high school
girls called “all that”. He's tall, about six feet, toned, and his hair is
dark brown and straight, falling just above his shoulders. His black
t-shirt and jeans fit him to a perfect tee and.. All right, I'll say it.
This guy is gorgeous will a capital G. But seeing what others don't
and knowing he's potentially the most dangerous person in school
(besides me) makes me cringe with discomfort. Also seeing
immature girls fawn all over him meant my job was about to get
I have to contain a shout of disagreement when the teacher says,
“There's a couple of empty desks in the back. Please take your pick
and we'll get started.”
Great. Just great. Because I'm an outcast and people are turned
off by my less-than-lovable personality, of course there are a
couple of empty desks next to mine. Not only is my enemy in my
class, but he's also going to sit right next to me.
“Yes ma'am,” he replies, and I nearly lose my breakfast when
the same girls giggle some more. I'm sure they're reacting this way
because of his deep, silky voice. Even the teacher is spellbound by
I watch…no, everyone watches as he glides smoothly down the
aisle and settles in the desk to the left of mine. As he sits the desk
makes a creaking sound, then he lets out a sigh. I shoot daggers at
him through my eyes, hoping my glare looks as menacing as I feel.
Evidently it's not. He smiles at me, showing off his perfect teeth.
Hurriedly I turn away, but before I do I see how dark his eyes
are, as dark as black ink. For a moment I think about how good
looking he is. But only for a moment. The black viper sitting
beneath his skin helps to keep my guard up, reminding me that no
matter how innocent he may seem on the outside, the inside holds
a monster eager to steal human souls for the dark side.
I still felt disturbed, and this is the reason: He was here, in my
presence, my Silver Eagle blood burning and anticipating a fight,
yet something is different. He's different. Out of all the other
Vipers I've come in contact with, this one seemed not to be a
Most Vipers I've encountered in the past have had evil rolling
off of them in tidal waves, but Phoenix's feelings seem more
docile. Sitting in my desk, just inches away, all I can feel rolling
off of him is peace, sadness, and loneliness, which are three
emotions I would never match up to a Viper. It strikes me as
strange; it confuses the ever-loving crap out of me. Until I figured
all this mess out I'd have to really pay attention to this guy, and
also find out if he's connected to the blond Viper that knows my
The teacher is in the middle of a coffee-driven lecture when
Phoenix grabs my attention.
“Psst! Hey, you got a pen I can borrow?” he whispers.
I turn my head and glower at him. “What?”
“A pen,” he replies, gesturing with his hand.
“Unbelievable,” I mutter under my breath. I pull a pen out of
my book bag and start to hand it over when I “accidentally” drop it
on the floor. As he leans down to retrieve it I mimic his moves,
getting right in his face. His hand touches the pen just as my hand
smacks down on top of his.
Time to lay down the law… my way.
“I don't know where you came from or why you're here, but I
know exactly what you are.” My whisper is harsh but I don't care. I
squeeze his hand until my knuckles turn white, continuing on with
my threat. “If you lay a hand on anyone here I'll personally cut
your head off. Do you understand where I'm coming from?”
He stares into my eyes before responding, his face a complete
blank. “Meet me outside after class, in front of the school, on the
steps. I'll explain everything.”
Again we stare at each other, my hand still bearing down on his.
I shoot him a funny look, tilting my head to the side.
“What, like, you want me to skip class?”
He smirks. “All the power in the world and you're afraid to
ditch class? Are you saying that underneath your hard, tough
exterior is a weak little girl?” His remark hits a nerve, so I pinch
his hand, causing him to yelp like a puppy.
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Jenna Kay has always had a vivid imagination. At the age of thirty she decided it was time to put her imagination to work. Growing up with three older brothers made her strong and one tough cookie. She was blessed with two loving parents, both that encouraged her to follow her dreams and always made sure that she was in Church. Her mama is her biggest fan. She graduated from high school in Georgia, where she played varsity basketball. Later, she obtained a cosmetology license from the State of Georgia and practiced cosmetology for 8 years before becoming a full time mother and author. Her works include Mark of the Seer, Broken (The Seer Society Series), Silver Mortal (The Gracen Chronicles), and Beyond the Never Anthology.
Jenna currently resides in North Georgia where, when not writing, she spends time with her three young children and her loving husband.