1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

Glimpse, young adult paranormal romance.  Minutes before receiving her first kiss from Avery Adams, Zellie Wells has her first vision of his death.

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

My favorite character is a tie between Avery and Claire.  Avery, because he reminds me of a childhood friend, and Claire because she is who I wanted to be when I was a teenager.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

There is a letter that Zellie reads  written from her grandma to her mom that I could never get just right.  It imparts a lot of information, but isn’t as realistic as it could be.

 4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

The first title was Zellie Wells:  Teenage Psychic and the second was Rewind.  Neither really worked.  Eventually, I just went, “duh, Glimpse,” and that was that.

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

My website: http://staceywb.webs.com/ My blog: http://staceywallacebenefiel.wordpress.com

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

I’m almost done with the second book in the Zellie Wells trilogy, Glimmer.  It will be out late fall 2010 in paperback and kindle.  I’ve also been working on a novella series about human sacrifices.  And,  there’s a contemporary romance that’s working itself out in my brain.

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:   

Dad stepped up to the pulpit and shuffled his notes around in his hands.  He was old school, writing his sermons in longhand on yellow legal pad paper.  Assistant Pastor Morris wrote his on a computer and then downloaded it onto his BlackBerry, like someone from this century.

The sermon was my favorite part of the church service, not because my dad was such a charismatic speaker or anything, but because I could get in some good Avery daydreaming time. And, since he didn’t know I was alive, daydream time was the only quality time I got to spend with him.

I leaned forward and put my forehead against the pew in front of me, rubbing my temples as though I had a headache. Turning my head the smallest increment to the side, I looked past my mom across the aisle to where Avery sat.

He was so beautiful it kinda hurt my heart to look at him. Ah well, I was in church after all, let the self flagellation commence!

I began at his feet. Polished black dress shoes, black socks slouching at the ankles, a glimpse of beautiful calf, his khaki pants hiked up just a little. 

Moving up, I lingered on his hand resting atop his knee, his long, thin fingers spread out.  I took a deep breath and envisioned reaching out my hand and intertwining my fingers with his. Running my thumb across the top of his hand from wrist to knuckle, brushing my fingertips up his forearm.

In my imagination I was sitting next to him, pressing the side of my thigh against his, then elbow to elbow, shoulder to shoulder.  My lips grazed the bend of his neck, the line of his jaw, the corner of his mouth, across his lips. Then we were forehead to forehead, my hands in his hair, I inhaled him in–

“Ow!” I sat up straight, smarting from the sharp elbow to the ribs Melody had given me.

“It’s time to sing!” She yanked me up and thrust an open hymnal into my hands.

On pastor’s daughter autopilot, I sang, “Christ our Lord is risen today, haaaaaa-le-loo-oo-yah!”

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