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Must Remember - Colleen Myers

2/15/2016

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Today I'm interviewing Elizabeth Camden, the main character in Colleen Myers's book Musts Remember.

Please introduce yourself for those who haven’t met you in your author’s other books.
 
“My name is Elizabeth Camden. I was kidnapped by alien’s. Wow does that feel freaky to say. I live in Solum right now.”
 
Tell us about your family.
“My parents are Mary and Zachary Camden.  I grew up with them, but I am closest to my mom.  My dad, lets just say he found a new family. I haven’t seen him for years. Not that I need him. Ass.”
 
How did your upbringing influence who you are today?
“My mom showed me the type of person I want to be.”
 
What was your first thought when you met the hero/heroine?
“Zing.”
 
Why did you fall for him/her?
“When he let me fight my own battle.”
 
Why did you choose your occupation?
“Well it really chose me. There are not many occupational options on Solum.
 
What are your strengths? Weaknesses?
Determination I guess. Stubborness would be what Marin would say.
 
What is the biggest hurdle you had to overcome?
“Not remembering the past.”
 
If your story was made into a movie, who would you want to play you?
“Hrm. Emma Stone.”
 
Do you have any hobbies?
“Killing E’mani or growing plants.”

How would you spend a free day?
"Cuddling and pretending the world hadn't changed."



Blurb
 
Nineteen-year-old Elizabeth ‘Beta’ Camden is a survivor. 

When the E’mani—those pale alien freaks—destroy Earth with a plague of madness and scoop up the remains, Beta is one of the ‘lucky’ ones. For years, she endures their tortures, experiments and games. Then one day, she manages to escape their ship with her life, and no memory of her time with them. 

Stranded on their world, Beta wanders the mountains, looking for a way home. She stumbles onto the Fost—the E’mani’s ancient enemy. Their war with the Imani is old and rooted in magic that the Fost once had and the Imani crave. Magic Beta soon discovers she’s developing along with strange tattoos and disturbing glimpses of her past. The Fost take her in and train her in their ways. As she spends more time with them, she falls in love with their culture and with Marin—he of the hot hands and slit eyes. 

But the E’mani took her for a reason and they want her back—dead or alive. If Beta doesn’t remember that reason soon, they’re all going to die.
 
Excerpt: 
 
Oy. No more weekday frat parties for me, no matter how noble the cause, especially when I have a test the next day. What was I thinking? And last minute cramming with a headache was not a good idea either. Forget it. My eyes drifted to the clock.
And now I was late. Damn it. With a sigh, I threw down my pencil and scrambled up, my head throbbing. I traded my Eeyore jammies for skinny jeans and a fitted white t-shirt. Shoes, where were my shoes? Gah. I ducked and rooted around in the deep, dark spaces under my bed. Hmm, the green dress I borrowed from Sarah. Mental note: I need to return that. English book, various dust bunnies of uncertain lineage…there.
Sketchers on, I grabbed my backpack, turned up my iPod, and ran out the door. No time to primp.

Good thing the campus I lived on was small. There was a big central courtyard--the quad--filled with towering oak trees and wide--open spaces surrounded by squat school buildings and classrooms. If I hurried, I’d make it…

I raced into the quad out of breath and slowed, turning in a complete circle.
Huh.

No one around. Unease skittered through me on soft paws. The courtyard was always busy. I pulled my headphones out of my ears. Was there some sort of event I didn’t know about going on?

The unnatural silence pressed in on me for a second as the echoes of my steps faded.
Then screams--men’s and women’s--poured from Main Street. I broke into a run and shot between the buildings toward the sound.

Cars littered the intersection. Some guy rear--ended someone else, causing a chain reaction down the road. A horn blared nearby and a faint breeze blew the smell of gasoline, smoke, and copper my way. Clusters of people stood among the wreckage.
In the closest group, a short dude around m
y own age, nineteen, twenty maybe, bellowed at a huge, hairy bear of a man with a too tight grungy white t--shirt with his belly hanging out. The short dude wore a ton of bling, pants hanging low. He rushed toward his opponent with his fists out. Though why the hell was he fighting that behemoth? Talk about lose lose.

The bear didn’t hesitate. He hammered a punch to the dude’s temple and knocked him out cold. One hit. Bam.

Holy shit!

My stomach dropped. I covered my mouth and backed up until my butt hit brick.
 
Buy links:
Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B016ST45VQ/?tag=colsmyeautpag-20
Barnes and Nobles – http://tinyurl.com/BN-must-remember
Kobo – 
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/must-remember
All Romance/ARE café – http://tinyurl.com/ocfgdm3
Champagne books – http://tinyurl.com/champagneMustr
 
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Colleen S. Myers grew up on Harlequin teen romances and stories from her mother’s days as a paramedic. A native of Pittsburgh, she attended Allegheny College majoring in Biology and English. After college, she spent a year in the AmeriCorps before attending Kirksville College of Osteopathic Medicine on a military scholarship. Colleen did her residency at Andrews Air Force Base and was on base during 9/11. After seven years of active duty and three meritorious service awards, she landed a position with the VA to provide primary care to fellow veterans.
 
Still an avid reader, Colleen’s was inspired her to hone her craft as a writer, focusing on romance and science fiction. Her background in medicine and the military became the basis of the Solum series and her debut book, Must Remember. The sequel, Can’t Forget, won the 2015 RWA New England Readers Award. Distant Memory will follow in 2016.


5 Comments
Kat Henry Doran link
2/15/2016 09:40:06 am

First--loved the interview
Second--what an imagination Colleen has. This book sounds wonderful.
Third--good for you for using your background as fodder for your stories, and most important THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO OUR COUNTRY AND ITS VETS.
Much luck with this story and those to come
Kat

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M.J. Schiller, Romance Author link
2/15/2016 11:17:46 am

I love your cover and enjoyed your excerpt and interview! You have a unique voice that brings a lot of color to your writing. Best wishes for MUST REMEMBER!

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Kara link
2/15/2016 11:55:06 am

What an interesting world you have created! Amazing. And Beta sounds like a fighter!

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Susan Coryell link
2/15/2016 12:41:03 pm

I admire those writers who create other worlds and peoples. Love the excerpt--it is very compelling. Good luck!

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Alicia Dean link
2/15/2016 04:18:06 pm

Love the interview, and what an intriguing excerpt! Congratulations!

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