About the Book
Author: C.M. McCoy
Published: December 15th, 2015
Publisher: Omnific/Simon & Schuster
Genre: YAm paranormal adventure with romance
Age Recommendation: 16+
*** As featured in PEOPLE Magazine ***
Hailey’s dreams have always been, well…vivid. As in monsters from her nightmares follow her into her waking life vivid.
When her big sister goes missing, eighteen-year-old Hailey finds the only thing keeping her safe from a murderous 3,000-year-old beast is an equally terrifying creature who has fallen “madly” in love with her. Competing to win her affection, the Dream Creature, Asher, lures her to the one place that offers safety–a ParaScience university in Alaska he calls home. There, she studies the science of the supernatural and must learn to live with a roommate from Hell, survive her ParaScience classes, and hope the only creature who can save her from an evil immortal doesn’t decide to kill her himself.
About the Author
C.M. McCoy is an Irish dancer and former military officer living in the Great White North. Though B.S.’d in chemical engineering and German from Penn State University, she’s far happier writing stories involving monsters and Alaska (with an awkward kiss in the mix.) While working 911 dispatch for Alaska State Troopers, she learned to speak in 10-codes, which she still does…but only to annoy her family.
1) When did you first start writing and what was the first thing that you wrote that you were proud of?
I feel like I’ve always been writing. It started with a journal I’d made from school tablet paper I’d stapled together when I was in second grade. Then I started writing short stories somewhere around the fifth grade, which is the first story I remember feeling proud of. It was called Hamster Houdini, which was a comedy about an uncanny albino hamster with a habit of breaking out of his cage.
2) Please describe your work ethic as an author.
Up at 3am to write while the house is quiet, always have a notebook and pen within reach, and before bed, type up all those notebook ideas.
3) How do you balance your work as an author with the other aspects of your life?
Not well. I tend to get a little obsessed with writing when my characters are chattering in my head. Luckily, I have a husband who knows he can tear me away with an ATV ride/camping trip/fishing expedition/other Alaska fun.
4) Why did you write this book?
Hailey’s story had to be told—her adventure in moving from normal Pittsburgh to supernatural Alaska to study at a ParaScience University was too fantastic to keep to myself 🙂
5) What experiences from your past do you find yourself drawing upon repeatedly for inspiration in your work?
Bullying is an underlying theme in EERIE, and I find myself drawing on my own insecurities and experiences when developing my characters.
6) What do you hope to accomplish in the next five years, both as an author and in your outside life?
I truly hope to make EERIE a 5-book series, and I’ve got a few other books in work, one of which is a YA Thriller I’m editing now. That will hopefully be out next year.
7) Since you are a storyteller, please tell one good lie about yourself.
I really was an astronaut (and if you read tabloid media, you might just believe that.)
A Guarded Girl
“Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.”
Hailey stared at the empty can on her tray, silently willing the caffeine to kick in. The last thing she needed was to fall asleep, dream of monsters, and have an “episode” in front of her 200 closest non-friends.
No way she’d let that happen.
Now if only her droopy eyelids would cooperate, because the hard plastic chair under her butt sure wasn’t. The dang thing was teasing her and feeling mighty comfy, like a puffy armchair, and she was sinking fast. Thankfully, though, just as her head bobbed, the bell rang, jolting her into a wide-eyed, full-body spasm.
Great. Real smooth, she thought, rubbing her face with both hands as a few gigglers shuffled past.
She groaned, rising with all the enthusiasm of a mushroom, not at all looking forward to another two hours inside the social torture chamber, or as everyone else referred to it, South Side High School.
She was so intent on avoiding the students there for the rest of her senior year that she rarely looked up from her books anymore, and those last two hours dragged. When three o’clock finally rolled around, she bolted outside, took the first open seat on the bus, rested her head against the window, and let it bounce there. She was just about to make it through another day of school very happily unnoticed, when Tage Adams smacked her on the back of the head.
“Ah!” she yelled, startled from sleep.
The bus was waiting at their stop, like normal, and Tage was waiting for her in the aisle, politely—not normal.
Tucking a wayward strand behind her ear, she hurried off the bus.
“What’s up with you today?” he said nonchalantly, adjusting his pace to walk next to her.
He’d never done that before.
“Nothing,” Hailey said, surprised Tage was talking to her. They’d been catching the bus at the same stop for four years, and he’d never so much as looked at her.
“You’re usually not like that, that’s all.”
“Nodding off in class, falling asleep on the bus…you know, slacking off. It’s just, you know, you usually have your nose in a book.”
He watches me?
“Oh,” she said, unsure.
“Guess you were working late last night…St. Paddy’s Day…”
“Yeah.” Of course she was working late. Her family owned the most popular Irish pub in Pittsburgh. Hailey pressed her lips together. Small talk was not her thing. Especially not with him.
Her mind went blank.
Searching the pavement for a thought, she chewed her lip as too many seconds stretched the silence. Finally, the pressure forced her good sense aside and she opened her mouth to say…anything.
“Well, see ya ‘round, Dancing Queen.”
She snapped her mouth shut and waved as he peeled off and trotted down Bridge Street. She tried to form the word, “bye,” but all that came out was “buh—”. Standing dumbfounded, she stared after him. She hadn’t realized Tage knew she existed, let alone the fact that she waitressed. And danced.
Stunned, Hailey walked, then jogged, then stopped dead to puzzle over what had just happened. Then she jogged again until she finally reached the pub.
Nobody at that school “chatted” with Hailey. Not since the fourth grade, not since the day a particularly mean girl concocted a particularly ugly rumor—that Hailey had started the fire that killed her parents. The whispers and sideways glances lasted close to a year, and in trying to defend herself, Hailey only made things worse. By the time she figured out that nobody else believed in pyromaniac-nightmare-monsters, it was too late. She’d already earned the label, “weirdo,” which, unfortunately, stuck.