Author: Stacey Wallace Benefiel
Page count: 262
Genre: YA paranormal romance
I’m originally from the Midwest, but have lived on the West coast since 1993, mostly in Oregon. When I’m not writing, I take care of my two young children, direct/stage manage community theatre productions, transcribe medical reports, and work on publishing and marketing both mine and my husbands’ books.
Tell us about your book:
Zellie Wells has a devastating crush on Avery Adams, the son of her mom’s high school sweetheart. At her sixteenth birthday party, held in the basement of her dad’s church, she finally finds the courage to talk to him. Turns out, the devastating crush is mutual.
As Avery takes her hand and leads her out onto the makeshift dance floor, Zellie is overwhelmed by her first vision of his death; shocking because not only are they both covered in his blood, but they’re old, like 35, and she is pregnant.
Afraid to tell anyone about the vision, (she’d just be labeled a freaky black magic witch, right?) Zellie keeps the knowledge of Avery’s future to herself and tries to act like any other teenager in love. When they get caught on their way to a secret rendezvous by her mom and his dad, they are forbidden to see each other.
Convinced that their parents are freaking out unnecessarily, Avery and Zellie vow to be together no matter what. They continue their relationship in secret until Zellie learns that their parents are just trying to prevent her and Avery from suffering like they did. The visions are hereditary, they’re dangerous, and if they stay together the visions will come true.
Now Zellie must choose between severing all ties with Avery, like her mom did to prevent his father’s death, and finding a way to change Avery’s future.
How long did it take to write the book?
Glimpse started out as a novella that I wrote for a Delacorte writing contest in 2005. I pulled it out again in April 2009 and added to it and revised it for a year before I self-published it.
What inspired you to write the book?
Honestly, my sister and I were into the TV show Roswell and when it ended she challenged me to write something like it. Up until then I had mostly written plays, poetry, and essays.
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
My writing process is heavily rooted in playwriting. I write dialogue and scenes and then tie them all together. It’s the only way I know how. For a while there I was trying to plot and write chronologically because I thought that was how I was “supposed” to do it. I didn’t do a lot of research on Glimpse because I based the town of Rosedell on a place I’m very familiar with and I grew up strict Lutheran, going to church three times a week, so I felt I knew what I was talking about. I’m doing a lot more research for the next book in the Zellie Wells series, Glimmer, because I’m in new territory. I’ve had to learn a lot about GED’s!
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
I hope they feel entertained.
Where can we go to buy your book?
It will be available at the Apple Bookstore, Barnes and Noble, and the Sony store by July 2010.
The print version will also be available on Amazon by June 2010.
Any other links or info you’d like to share?
My website: http://staceywb.webs.com
My blog: http://staceywallacebenefiel.wordpress.com
Excerpt from book:
“Happy Birthday, honey! We’ll be back around eleven to pick you girls up. Have fun and behave.” Mom leaned down and gave both me and Mel a kiss on the cheek. “Call us on the phone in your dad’s office if anything happens and you need us, okay?”
“Everything will be fine Mom, get out of here!” I waved goodbye to my well-intentioned parents from my seat at a long wooden table.
With that, all of the adult energy was sucked out of the room. Cell phones were flipped open, ties hung on the backs of folding chairs, and twin sets lost their cardigan components. The room full of teenagers relaxed and gave a concerted sigh of relief.
Claire went to the stereo and put on the compilation, a fast song began playing. “The fun portion of the party will begin now,” she announced. Walking over to Jason, she took his cell phone from his hands, flipped it shut and slipped it deep into his pants pockets. “Care for a dance, sailor?”
I laughed, but remained glued to my metal folding chair. Claire’s capacity for saving me through her own personal embarrassment was limitless, thank God.
People began pairing off to dance in the middle of the concrete basement floor. That left me and Melody sitting at one end of the table and Avery and Ricky Sykes at the other. The dancing couples were oblivious to us four awkward people inspecting our cuticles at the table.
I poked Melody in the arm. She totally owed me for being allowed at my party. I could have banned her with enough whining to Dad. “Mel, go ask Ricky to dance.”
Melody continued picking the nail polish from her fingers. She gave a sideways glance at the short and zitty Ricky Sykes. “Ick. He’s like three years older than me and four inches shorter. Why would I want to dance with him?”
I got to my feet. She was never going to change, what did I expect? “Fine, be that way. I’m going to dance.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see that when I stood up, Avery had too. Crap! I needed to ask him to dance before he could flee, which is what I was now sure he wanted to do. Instead, he walked over to me.
I turned toward him, trying not to pass out or throw up.
“Hey, Zellie, uh, happy birthday.” He ran his fingers through his hair. I could never get tired of watching him do that.
His deep brown eyes looked into mine. Passing out was becoming more and more of a realistic possibility by the minute.
“Thanks, Avery,” I managed to say, balancing myself with one hand on the edge of the table.
He mimed his hands on a steering wheel, motioning like he was driving a car. “Sixteen. Cool.” His face went red and he stuck his hands into his pockets.
I put my hands on the invisible steering wheel too. “Yeah! Driving. I’m taking Driver’s Ed this summer. Should be pretty awesome.” Oh, my God. Because waking up at six in the morning and sweating in a car full of other nervous kids is pretty awesome? I grabbed onto the table again. I didn’t have pockets. “Your birthday’s in July if I remember, right?” His birthday was July third. I’d practically been born knowing that, but I didn’t want to seem like a stalker.
“Yeah, July third, it’s pretty cool…y’know with the 4th and all. There’s usually a rodeo.”
“That’s a great birthday! Fun. I like the rodeo. Horses…in the corral? The clowns? Funny.” I had not been to the rodeo since I was like eight. What the hell was I talking about?
“So, um, cool party, Miss Zellie…who is sixteen.” He reached out and gave me a playful punch on the arm.
“Oh, no, it’s not, but thanks for saying so.” I shrugged my shoulders, relaxing my death grip on the edge of the table and attempting to slyly graze my hand up my arm to the spot where he had touched me.
“My dad made me wear a suit.” He jammed his hands back into his pockets.
He seemed a little nervous too. That made me feel better. Avery Adams gets nervous talking to me. “Yeah, I see that. You look really hot though. Like good, nice, not…the opposite of cold.” I felt a sudden tingle of warmth throughout my body. I crossed my arms across my breasts as the tingle obviously passed through them. Yikes, for once I’d rather blush.
Avery glanced down at my chest, breaking eye contact for the first time since we started talking. He was totally looking at my nipples! “You look really pretty.” Avery’s eyes locked back on mine.
Aw, screw it. I lowered my arms back down to my sides, speechless. I kinda didn’t care if the whole room was scoping my nips at this point; I was filled with reckless sixteen-year-old abandon.
“Jesus H. Christ, Avery,” Claire shouted from the “dance floor” that was now more of an open space for the couples to rhythmically grope one another, “ask the girl to dance already! She’s going to be a virgin until she’s twenty at this rate!”
“Thanks, Claire!” I called back to her, a crimson blush overtaking my whole face.
“Well,” Avery said, taking my sweaty palm in his, “we wouldn’t want that to happen.” His eyes got wide and he started to backpedal. “Not that…virginity is good. I’m good with it…too?” He took a deep breath in and then blew it out slowly. “Let’s just dance. This song is really good. Jason’s band Fresh and Fruity covers it.”
As Avery’s fingers intertwined with mine, a jolt of electricity shot through me. I could feel my blood circulating through my body, whooshing in and out of my heart. All of my senses became hyperaware. The smell of pine overwhelmed me. A million flashes of Avery went through my mind. His mouth, his hair, his hand now in mine and then a vision of the future played out behind my eyes.