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Character Interview of Natalie Jayne of Scarred by Alicia Dean

How about you introduce yourself by providing the basics?

My name is Natalie Jayne, and I’m a fashion buyer.

Where were you raised?

I was born and raised in Westbury, Maine, but moved to Oklahoma my senior year of high school.

Family members?

I have both my parents, but I’m an only child.

What do you like most about being a fashion buyer?

I love losing myself in the study of beautiful clothes. Sometimes, I get so engrossed, I forget everything else in the world.

List your favorite movie of all time and why:

My favorite movies are comedies. I don’t like scary movies, suspense or any kind of drama, any dark movies at all. Life is dark enough, your entertainment should be light.

What’s the craziest thing that’s ever happened to you?

Probably when I was in high school and I accidentally used my ‘gift’ with our beloved principal. I saw things, awful things about him. He was fired, and even though he was guilty, the entire town treated me like I was at fault.

Where did you go for your most recent vacation?

I travel so much with my job that I seldom take vacations. Plus, I would have to take them alone since I don’t really have friends or a significant other. Most recently, I was in Paris on a business trip. All alone in the City of Love. Fun, right?

What attracts you first to a man?

I think first off, physically, I’m usually drawn to their eyes. But deep down, I look for someone with strength of character who is caring.

Are you talking about a particular man?

Well, maybe… I don’t date because of my ‘gift.’ When I touch a person with my hands, I see things about them, things I shouldn’t know. I avoid relationships because of that. I mean, who wants to know everything about the person they’re intimate with, right? But, Simon Cordell… I dated him in high school, then I had to move away and leave him. He was someone with great strength of character, and one of the few people who didn’t treat me like I was some kind of freak. Oh, and he had the most gorgeous dark eyes. They literally glittered like a midnight sky.



Is her ability to uncover secrets with a simple touch a blessing or a curse?

When Natalie Jayne moved away from her home town ten years earlier, she left behind painful memories, along with Simon, the man she loved.

Now, she’s back on Halloween night to attend a memorial marking the one-year anniversary of the tragic death of her childhood friend, Jessica.

Rumors that Simon was responsible for Jessica’s untimely passing shake/unnerve/rattle/alarm/dishearten her. Even more disturbing is her unsettling attraction to a masked stranger in attendance at the event.

Her gift may be the key to unlocking the truth, but will it also lead to heartbreak?




Kristopher stood on a small stage at the end of the ballroom. He wore a white tux with a black tie, his blond hair glowing like a halo, although the image was deceiving. The man was as duplicitous as Satan himself.

He spoke into the microphone, his voice booming throughout the cavernous room. “I would like to thank each and every one of you for coming tonight, to not only pay tribute to Jessica Thacker and her death, but to celebrate her life.” He grew silent and cleared his throat. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. “She was a special person, a beautiful soul who loved people, loved life. She would be honored to see the number of people who gathered to pay homage.”

The crowd erupted in cheers. When they quieted, Kristopher said, “While this is a night of reverence and honor, it’s also a night to remember the brutal, senseless way that she died. Although the monster responsible is free, we must never forget, never let him live in peace. Simon Cordell is free to live his life, while our beloved Jessica lies in a cold grave.”

Simon’s heart sped up. Although the people in the room didn’t know he was here, he could feel their anger, their accusation. His skin burned with the heat of their ire. He stepped back, planning to retreat, when Natalie spoke.

“That’s not fair!” Her voice rose in the momentary silence. “Simon was absolved of her death, and you need to let him be.”

Kristopher’s gaze swung to her. “Natalie Jayne?” Even from this distance, Simon could see red suffuse Kristopher’s face. “You have no right to show up here a year after her death, after not even attending her funeral, and speak of something you know nothing about.”

Natalie lifted her skirts and headed toward the stage. Simon wanted to call her back, to keep her from coming to his defense, but she was already approaching the podium.

She moved gracefully up the steps and to the microphone. Kristopher held up his hands as if to push her away, and Simon tensed. If he laid a hand on her…

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I live in Edmond, Oklahoma. I have three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. I write mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but have also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.

Other than reading and writing, my passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (I usually work in a mention of one or all three into my stories) and watching my favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, New Girl, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (Yes, I know some have ended, but I will forever be a fan). Some of my favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.


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Guest Interview–Deborah M. Piccurelli

Tell us a bit about you and your background.

I am married (just celebrated our 37th anniversary!) and the mom of two grown sons. Through the years, I’ve worked for our county court system, lawyers and a financial planner, because as a young girl, it seemed romantic in movies and television to be a secretary, and maybe even get to marry the boss (he-he!). I soon found out how unromantic that career choice was, and none of my bosses would have been appropriate husband material for me. But I must have liked that type of work, because I stuck with it for so many years.

I like to read (of course), walking in the park, movies, spending time with my family and friendly get-togethers.

What’s the logline that describes your writing?

Aside from this novella, I normally write inspirational issue and cause-related romantic suspense. My logline for that, which is on my website, is Uncovering the Unthinkable.

Do you start a new story with the plot or characters first?

It depends. I have tons of notes in files. Sometimes I have ideas for special characters, and some for stories. And sometimes I can match them together.

Is your writing style planned or freestyle?

Definitely freestyle. I just write whatever comes. That’s not to say     whatever comes gets to stay. As any author knows, sometimes you have to rip your manuscript apart.

Do you write in a genre other than the one of this release?

As I mentioned above, I normally write issue and cause-related romantic suspense. This novella was a complete surprise. I had written it years ago and never got to do anything with it. When I heard Prism Book Group was having a contest, I decided to enter it.

In what genre do you read?

I read in many genres: Romance, romantic suspense, women’s fiction, historical romance, thriller. But my favorite genre to read is what I write, which is romantic suspense.

What resources do you use for picking character names?

Here is my formula for choosing character names: I look to the ceiling, throw a few names around in my head, and when one seems to fit the character, that’s the winner!

Real technical, right? Ha!

Seriously, there are some names I’ve come across over time that I’ve tucked in the back of my mind for future use. Somehow, they seem to fit my characters perfectly. But there certainly has been a time, or two when I’ve had to do what I’ve described above. :o)

Are you a pet person? If so, what do you have?

I’ve had dogs growing up, but once I got married, I worked and had kids. My husband and I felt we couldn’t spread ourselves any thinner and give our attention to one more “person.” But after more than 33 years, we decided to take the plunge and get a puppy. We settled on a tan Yorkie mix, which we were later told was an Australian Silky (so-called because they have very soft and silky hair – not fur). She’s so cute and precious. And that’s her name—Precious.

What do you hope readers gain from your stories?

First, I hope my stories will entertain, because how else will readers engage if they aren’t being entertained? Beyond that, if my story is about an issue or a cause, I hope to bring about awareness on that particular subject. I also want readers to see how loved of God we are, and the extremes he goes to for us.



The day new Christian, Derek Spencer, shows up on Charlie Parkes’s doorstep to make up for what he’d done, is the very day he falls in love with her. But Charlie’s sister mistakes him for a home improvement contractor, and he decides to play along until he finds a way to tell her who he really is.

Charlie is attracted to Derek, but knows the attention he pays her is only flattery. How could such a great-looking guy fall for someone with a face like hers? Nevertheless, the two form a relationship that brings a joy to Charlie that’s way beyond her wildest dreams.

But what will happen when Derek’s true identity is revealed?





Derek Spencer grasped the steering wheel of his SUV with one hand, while searching for the address scribbled on the scrap of paper he held in the other.

Would she be willing to see him? The decision to come forward had been tough, but necessary to his peace of mind and his spiritual well-being. He wanted to make things right with Charlotte Parkes.

Spotting the house, he slowed down and pulled into the driveway. He sat in the car and stared at the small brick rancher, trying to perceive the character of the woman who lived inside. The neatly mowed lawn resembled a rich green carpet, and colorful flower beds lined the perimeter of the house. Cheerful drapes adorned the inside of the picture window in front, inviting him to exit the car and ring the doorbell. He accepted the invitation and bounded up the walk.

Barely three seconds passed when the door was torn open and an attractive young woman with a profusion of curly red hair reached out and pulled him in by the arm.

“Finally. You were supposed to be here an hour ago. What happened? Traffic jam on Route 356?”

“I…” He scratched his head. Did she know him?

“Forget it. You’re here, now. Though I’m not sure your lateness speaks well of you. If you want a job, you must be prompt.”

“But…” What on earth was she talking about?

“Shall we begin? My sister is waiting in the other room.” She strolled away, motioning for him to follow.

Having no other alternative, he complied. At least he had gotten through the door.

As they passed through the living room and dining room, Derek studied his surroundings. The place was neat, clean, and comfortable-looking. The living room set was made up of odd pieces of furniture put together in such a way it gave the illusion they were made especially to be a part of this grouping.

When he entered the kitchen, he recognized Charlotte Parkes from her picture in the newspaper. With her porcelain-smooth skin and shiny auburn hair, she looked like an angel. Engrossed in squirting colored icing through a tube onto a layer cake, she hadn’t yet noticed him.

“Charlie, the contractor’s here.” Her sister jerked a thumb in his direction.


Charlotte put down the decorating tool, turned full face, and smiled. “Hello, I’m Charlotte, but you can call me Charlie.” She extended one hand and touched the side of her face with the other.

Nothing prepared him for what he saw.

A flesh-colored road map scarred the left side of Charlie’s face. Her eye slanted down on the outer end, pulled into that position by the tightness of the flesh. The corner of her mouth tilted up into a perpetual half-smile. The photo in the newspaper had been taken before the accident.

How he despised himself at that very moment for his responsibility in what had happened to this once-beautiful woman.

He composed himself and obligingly took the offered hand.

“And this is my sister, Jessica,” she continued, “whom I see you’ve already met.”

“Glad to meet you both.” With difficulty, he tore his eyes away from Charlie to glance at the other woman. “I’m Derek Spencer.”

He stood looking from one to the other, at a loss for words. His throat squeezed closed. This was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do in his life. How to begin? Taking a deep breath, he dove in, “You don’t know who I am, but I’m here for a specific reason.”

Charlie furrowed her brow at him. “Of course you’re here for a specific reason. We did ask you to come.”

“Huh?” He didn’t get it, and tried again. “What I mean is…”

“Oh, let’s cut to the chase and stop this yammering,” interrupted Jessica. “Char, we have an appointment to keep, or have you forgotten?”

She checked her watch. “Yes, you’re right, Jess.” Turning to Derek she said, “I suppose you should take a look at what we’d like done.”

“Done? I don’t . . .” He stopped. Hmm. Maybe I should play this out. Derek nodded. It could provide a lead-in as to his real reason for being there.

Charlie rose from the table. “This way.” Her movements were graceful as he followed. The light glinted off her long, touchable hair.

As he passed Jessica, she shot him a purse-lipped, slit-eyed look, then fell in behind him. Did she suspect something or just dislike his staring at her sister?

They had gone back through the dining and living rooms to a small hallway where there were two doors. Charlie opened one, revealing a long set of stairs leading to the basement and began the descent. At the bottom of the steps, Derek stopped and perused the room.

“This is it.” Charlie spread her arms to encompass the entire basement. “I’d like it made into a studio.”

“I see.” He really didn’t. Remodeling wasn’t his area of expertise. He looked around, as if evaluating what would be needed for the job. “What kind of a studio will it be?”

“A dance studio.” Charlie shrugged, as if that should have been obvious. “Ballet, specifically. I’m going to teach.”

“I see,” he repeated. Only this time he told the truth. She had once been a ballet dancer on her way to the top, before her career was so cruelly brought to a halt. The local newspapers had depicted the whole tragic story.

“Tell me what you would like done while I write it down.” He dug into his pocket and produced the notepad he always carried, a requirement of working for a magazine.

Charlie pointed out the need for hardwood flooring, floor length mirrors lining the walls, along with exercise barres in front, and a separate entrance so that her students wouldn’t have to go tramping through her home and then take the steep stairs down.

“Okay.” He finished the list with an embellishment. “I’d like to come back with my partner, so he can see firsthand what we’d be doing before giving you an estimate. Would you be agreeable to that?”

Her gray eyes narrowed slightly, and she frowned. “I…guess so.”

“Good. I’ll call you to set up a convenient time.”

She peered at him warily. “Okay. Do you have a card?”

Uh-oh. “Um . . .” He feigned feeling around in his pockets. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any with me. As you can see, I’m not dressed for an average day of work.” He indicated the fine suit he wore. “I’ve come here straight from a personal appointment. I don’t even have my truck.”

“Oh, so that explains your lateness,” piped up Jessica.

He’d forgotten she was there. She’d hung back, standing on the stairs, leaning over the railing.


She didn’t look as though she believed him.

“I’ll be in touch very shortly. You can count on it.” He strode out as if he were in a relay race.

Derek jumped into the car, breathing heavily and stared at the steering wheel.

“Spencer, what have you gotten yourself into?” He started the engine and drove off.

D Piccurelli

After years of reading books and watching movies with an element of romance, Deborah M. Piccurelli’s desire to write romance novels came naturally. She is active in her church and is an advocate for sanctity of life. Deborah is the author of two novels, a novella and several cause-related newspaper articles. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, and the New Jersey Society of Christian Writers. As one of the winners in a contest by The Christian Authors Show, details of Deborah’s writing journey can be found in the 2013-2014 edition of the book, 50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading. Deborah lives in New Jersey with her husband and their two sons.



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