A Glimpse into the World of Young Adult Writer, Stacey Nash

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This month I’m giving you a glimpse into the World of Stacey Nash.

Stacey grew up in the Hunter Valley of New South Wales. It is an area nestled between mountains and vineyards. Full of history and culture, it provides wonderful writing inspiration. After dabbling with poetry during her teen years, Stacey stopped writing until after university when she was married with young children. Now she loves nothing more than spending her days with her children and writing when inspiration strikes.

Welcome, Stacey. Thank you for joining me and giving us a glimpse into your world.

Thanks for having me, Erin. It’s great to be here.

Congratulations on the release of your maiden book, Forget Me Not, Collective Series Book 1. Can you give us a brief outline of the story and it’s characters?

Forget Me Not is a Young Adult adventure with sci-fi elements.  When seventeen-year-old Anamae discovers a pendant that turns her invisible, she draws the attention of a secret society, called the Collective. They descend on her determined to not only confiscate the pendant, but eliminate her for having knowledge of advanced technology that is hidden from the public. Of course there’s a bad boy hero who whisks her away to safety, but things get quiet complicated when the Collective threaten her family.

Being a fulltime writer, wife and mum, I presume there wouldn’t be a lot of time for cooking. Is there a meal you excel at?

Breakfast. Two slices of bread, a toaster and some vegemite, how can I go wrong? Often I’ll get so wrapped up in my writing that I forget lunch entirely and burn dinner. Just ask my family about ‘crispy’ pizza.

Not counting your wonderful husband and adorable children. What are four items you can’t live without?

  1. My laptop to write.
  2. My iPad to read.
  3. My packet of lollies (usually a mixed bag) to keep me going.
  4. My cat, who likes to sleep next to my laptop. (strictly not on the keyboard). He’s to keep me company.

My family, remind me that there’s life outside of the literary world

Speaking of the literary world. If you could choose anyone as your mentor, who would it be?

Albus Dumbledore, because if Dumbledore is my mentor, Hogwarts is real and I got a letter.

You obviously do love fantasy. Back in the real world, what chore do you absolutely hate?

Pairing socks. It’s mundane, takes forever and now that my eldest is ten and looking for ways to earn pocket money… *winks*

You are a clever woman, Stacey. What tip would you give us for enjoying life?

Keep reading and clean later.

Here is the back cover blurb to Forget Me Not:

Since her mother vanished nine years ago, Anamae and her father have shared a quiet life. But when Anamae discovers a brooch identical to her mother’s favorite pendant, she unknowingly invites a slew of trouble into their world. When the brooch and the pendant are worn together they’re no longer pretty pieces of jewelry — they’re part of a highly developed technology capable of cloaking the human form. Triggering the jewelry’s power attracts the attention of a secret society determined to confiscate the device — and silence everyone who is aware of its existence. Anamae knows too much, and now she’s Enemy Number One.

She’s forced to leave her father behind when she’s taken in by a group determined to keep her safe. Here Anamae searches for answers about this hidden world. With her father kidnapped and her own life on the line, Anamae must decide if saving her dad is worth risking her new friends’ lives. No matter what she does, somebody is going to get hurt.

Forget me not

It’s a stunning clover, Stacey. Thank you for giving us a glimpse into your world and for being such a lovely person. Good luck with the launch of Forget Me Not, Collective Series Book 1.

As an added bonus, Stacey has given us an except:

Easing the door closed, I climb out of the attic and head to the bathroom to clean my dust-covered hands. Water rushes from the spout and splashes against the sides as the basin fills. A reflection of me stares back from the mirror, my dirty hand clutching my aching chest. Today everything feels so raw, open, and fresh, like it only just happened. Why isn’t she still here?

Rubbing my hands clean, I delve into my pocket for the jewelry. Bringing it to my collar, I pin it into my blouse and the hard edges of the brooch prick my skin. My thumb brushes over the smooth, round sides of the pendant and when I pull it over my head, the chain catches on my hair. After I twist it through the tangle so it finally falls cool against my skin, it nestles in the hollow of my throat. I pick it up between my fingers and with reverent slow strokes, rub my thumb over the shiny yellow center—the pendant Mom never took off.

A shiver shoots up my spine and out through my limbs like an electric current, zapping every cell, every fiber, every part of my being. Walking on graves, that’s what Mom would have said. Maybe it’s an omen about her.

I plant my palms on either side of the full basin and peer into the still water taking a moment to collect my thoughts. The water reflects only the cream ceiling. That can’t be right. I do a double take and look again.

My chest tightens. I hold my hand up, but I can’t see it—not my arm, not my chewed fingernails, not my leather watch on my wrist. Where am I? Mouth gaping, I look into the mirror again, but I see nothing.

Not even my face.

I dip my finger into the warm, reflection-free water. Circles ripple in ever growing rings, but there’s no image. My gaze flits to the mirror, but I see only the open door. I have no reflection.

What Others Had to Say:

“I certainly won’t be forgetting Nash’s debut, FORGET ME NOT! A vividly fast-paced tale with adventure, secrets, and kissing!” -Kimberly P. Chase, Author of THE APOLLO ACADEMY.

To find out more about Stacey Nash, you can visit her on these sites.

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Goodreads

Buy Links:

Amazon – http://amzn.com/B00IK07FOQ

B&N – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/forget-me-not-stacy-nash/1118715581?ean=2940148119388

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