Title: Bad Blood
Author: Ginny Lurcock
ISBN: 1480177172 (ISBN13: 9781480177178)
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Mature YA
High school senior Victoria “Tori” Reeve has it pretty good. She’s rich, she’s smart, and she’s popular. What more could a girl ask for? Sure, she’s a little lonely, what with being single and her best friend going off to college and all, but she’s got her work at the Spaulding Crisis Center to keep her busy. When she gets a new boss in the very easy on the eyes form of Isaac Larsen, suddenly her volunteer work feels a lot less like work. Even if he does seem to cause Tori to break out into spontaneous fits of foot in mouth disease. Somehow in spite of her blunderitis, Isaac still seems to be interested in her in a more-than-employer or even more-than-friends kind of way.
So really she should have known that things would go sideways.
Trouble comes to Spaulding, and that trouble seems to be centered on Tori and the Crisis Center. Is she really the focus? Or does this all have to do with the new mysterious man in her life? In her efforts to find out, Tori stumbles across some secrets. Skeletons that might have been better off left in the closet. As it turns out, Spaulding is a hot spot for bad blood…
So I’ve been asked if any piece of myself goes into my characters… and aside from my razor sharp whip, I’d have to say no, not really. (I can practically hear people rolling their eyes… but this is my guest post so I’m ignoring them.) No, my characters are not based on me, or anyone in my life… but they do tend to pick up whatever weird and/or quirky obsession I have at the moment.
See, I have the attention span of a hyperactive kitten. This means that my obsessions can last from minutes (knitting for example- since I CANNOT knit) to… well okay… years in the case of something like World of Warcraft. But that doesn’t count because that was an addiction, not an obsession.
Yes, I am going to hide behind semantics.
Typically though, my obsessions only last a few months. Rarely longer than a season. Occasionally they’ll cycle back through, but that really has no bearing on this post so I’m not even sure why I’m mentioning it. What does matter is that it’s a pretty good bet that before I’ve finished a novel, my obsessions have shifted to something new and different. Which actually kind of works out because it means that my characters all have new, different, and what I’m telling myself are interesting quirks.
What are Tori’s quirky obsessions? Well I’m glad that you asked.
Hello Dolly: I’m actually kind of a huge movie freak, but I go through these phases where I want to watch one movie over and over. And over. And over. Hello Dolly was the movie I was watching over and over when I first started seriously writing Bad Blood. Mainly because I love it, but also because my kid used to dance in her bouncy chair to it. Oh how I miss her being contained to a bouncy chair…
Wall-E: A robot who loves Hello Dolly and get’s obsessed with random shit he finds lying about? He’s practically my mechanical God.
80s action flicks: Tori doesn’t limit herself to 80s action flicks, but since I’ve never actually seen a John Hughes movie all the way through outside of The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller (I am the worst.girl.ever) all I can claim responsibility for are the action flicks.
Paranormal smut: Yes, I know… my 17 year old main character reads smut. I’m a terrible parent (err… author…) letting her read those dirty, graphic novels that claim to be “romance” and are really boot knockin’ naughtiness. I should probably be arrested for corruption of a fictional minor.
I briefly considered making Tori 18 because of this… and because of a scene that I had to change from vaguely graphic to even more vaguely graphic… (it’s like a Monet that was scanned and saved in paint now) but in the end I stuck with my minor. Let’s be honest, how many of us hadn’t gotten our hands on a magazine, book, or movie we really shouldn’t have by the time we were 17?
Which is the same argument I’m going to have to use on Phin in 15 years, I just know it…
Coming in below books and movies in my list of personal obsessions is food. And I’m going to say below, because it sounds sad when I say “outside of my husband and child, food is the most important thing in my life.”
Hot Chocolate with Fluff: I never drank coffee before I had my daughter. After I lived on it, but that is neither here nor there. Back in the long, long ago, I was strictly a hot chocolate girl. Always with fluff. Okay, shameful secret time, I would get the powdered kind with the freeze dried marshmallow bits… AND THEN ADD FLUFF. (In case you’re wondering how I got fat, shit like this.) Fluff is really the key to a soul soothing hot chocolate though. And if you don’t believe me, next really cold day make some for you and a loved one. Then you each take a spoon full of the white fluffy good stuff (fluff, perverts) and submerge it. Whoever’s Fluff leaves the spoon and floats to the surface first, wins.
Oh did I not mention it was a race? I probably should have.
Pineapple and pepperoni pizza: There might have been a period of time where I ate pepperoni and pineapple pizza at least once a week. Maybe. Perhaps. Seriously, if you have not tried it, you’re missing out.
I don’t do that anymore though.
Now pineapple and jalapeno are my toppings of choice.
(and again, I wonder why I’m fat…)
So there you have it. All of the (some of the) quirks that Tori and I share.
See, we’re TOTALLY different.
I am so bad at these, that it causes me physical pain. No wait, that was a splinter… Never mind.
Ginny Lurcock lives in New Hampshire with her husband whom she adores, her daughter, whom she also adores, and their cat. Who she likes alright.
Oh, and her father, his two cats, her sister and her sister’s boyfriend.
When not writing she enjoys playing games (of the board and video variety) or reading to the point of obsession (she’s not an addict, she can quit whenever she wants), watching intelligent television, mindless television, sports, movies and listening to music.
Basically, she likes all the things. And somehow she still manages to find the time to be bored.
She also breaks the seal.