Please welcome Debra Chapoton to our blog today. Debra is on tour with her book Edge of Escape. She won her tour with The Virtual Book Tour Cafe', and she is also our winner for the Heart of Eden short story contest. We are so happy to be chatting with Debra today, and we are also her last tour stop. Welcome Debra to my humble abode.
Please tell us a little about yourself......
What inspired you to pen your first title?
A colleague of mine required his students to write a novel over the course of two semesters. He said that everybody had a novel in their heads. I thought that if teenagers could accomplish such a feat during the school year then I would give it a try on summer vacation. I was amazed at how much fun it was to create.
How long have you been writing?
I wrote my first novel THE SECRET IN THE HIDDEN CAVE in 2002 and have tried to complete a new novel annually.
What was the hardest part about writing this particular novel?
I based the main characters in EDGE OF ESCAPE on former students. It was hard to keep my mental image of them from invading the fictional characters’ personalities to the point where they would be recognized. You know that phrase on the copyright page that says “any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental”? Well, keeping it “coincidental” was the hardest part.
Have any dreams been realized as a result of your writing?
Absolutely. Holding a finished book in my hand is a dream come true. Leaving a legacy behind is another dream realized.
Is there a message in your novel you want readers to grasp?
I would love it if people would start to notice the “invisible” kids and at least acknowledge them and be kind to them. The main character in EDGE OF ESCAPE, Eddie, suffered a tragedy that contributed to his emotional impairment. If he had had friends to see him through those early years he would have turned out all right. Of course then there would not have been an obsession, an abduction or this novel.
Where do you hope to take your writing in the future?
I’m having fun trying different genres. My next novel will be a youthful romance, a first love type of story, laced with adventure and hard decisions. Then I want to finish a sci-fi story I set aside a few years ago. I also have the outline in my head for a fourth book in the Big Pine Lodge series as well as a sequel to A Tick in Time and some more scary stories like Bigfoot Day,Ninja Night. I have plenty of ideas, just not enough time.
What advice do you have for writers just starting out?
Writers that are starting out should take some English classes, study literature and really learn grammar. Read, read, read. Then write, write, write. You can always edit later.
Anything else you would like to share with us today?......
I just self-published CROSSING THE SCRIPTURES, a Bible study book that covers how the 66 books of the Bible correspond in incredible ways with the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet. The Bible is the ultimate treasure chest. Discovering the amazing connections between each book and the symbolism of its matching letter was totally fascinating.
Congratulations on publishing Crossing The Scriptures! It sounds like an amazing book for any age.
Emotionally impaired yet clever, Eddie obsesses over pretty Rebecca. He drugs her, abducts her and locks her away. She escapes, but that is part of his plan as he pretends to be her knight in shining armor. Will she accept his special devotion or reject his fragile love? Stalking gets a sympathetic twist in this story of fixation and fear.
Edge of Escape Excerpt
Chapter 1
Mmm. Sleep. She took an involuntary sniff through her nose and made an audible sigh out her mouth, loud enough to pull her almost all the way up from the strangest dream. It was a soft nightmare, not scary but very unpleasant. Weird, the way dreams sometimes are. She rolled to her right and jerked herself completely awake. The room was pitch black but her eyes were wide and searching. Her left wrist seemed tethered to the side of the bed. She reached with her right hand and felt blindly from her wrist to a cold metal pole. She was handcuffed. Panicking, she rattled the pole and started to scream. The screams turned to grunts and groans as she struggled with the shackles. She paused to listen, holding her breath. Nothing. Still pitch black. There were faint sounds from somewhere. Far away expressway noises, a breeze through tall trees, closer crickets. But no house sounds, no refrigerator hum, no creaks, no ticking clock. She let out her breath and tried to calm herself. She was fully clothed but shoeless. Her watch was gone. She pulled her legs up under herself for leverage and started to stand, intending to rip her wrist restraint free of the metal. She placed the chain links in her left hand and grabbed the wrist metal with her right. She braced herself, tilted her head upwards, gritted her teeth and straightened her legs fast. Her head met an unexpectedly low ceiling hard enough to knock her back into the soft nightmare.
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“Is she awake?” the nurse asked. A handsome man was hovering over the young woman’s bandaged body, continually checking the monitors and lightly kissing her cheeks, her right hand, and her forehead.
“She’s been moaning and her eyes fluttered once. I’ve been squeezing her hand but there’s no response.” He touched her face again, “Come on, Becca, wake up.”
The nurse scanned the chart again. Rebecca MacPherson, 18, unmarried. And what a hunk of man at her bedside. The nurse admired his devotion. He had not left her side in the 36 or so hours that the unconscious girl had lain there. Her injuries did not appear severe though her left wrist was bandaged. There was a lump on her forehead, which must have hurt, but the patient was unaware of pain and oblivious to her surroundings. The nurse checked the monitors and frowned. Rebecca should have awakened by now. She didn’t want the guy to worry any more than he already was so she smiled at him and gave him an encouraging thumbs up sign. “She’ll awake soon. Everything looks fine.”
She headed for the door and glanced back. Such a handsome young man, she thought. No matter the age, the good ones are always taken.
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Rebecca was unconscious for only a few minutes but she had no way of knowing that. It was still pitch black in the low ceilinged room. This time she was more cautious. She felt around first with her feet and then with her free arm, stretching and twisting in order to get as clear an idea of her position as possible. All the way to the right she could feel the side of the bed. She could dangle her feet over the side and outwards three feet but could not feel anything solid. The top of the bed had a crib-like railing instead of a headboard and when she stuck her right arm through the slats there was no wall immediately behind it. She clicked her fingers in an effort to sense the space as if she had sonar abilities. She even squeezed her eyes tightly shut to concentrate on her hearing. She guessed that the wall was near, maybe a couple of feet away. She reached up and felt again the low ceiling. Rebecca was only 5 feet two inches tall and identifying ceiling textures was not on the list of things a short girl like her would do, but this felt like concrete, more like a basement floor than a ceiling. No wonder I knocked myself out, she thought, raising her fingers to her forehead. Whoa. She had a huge knot above her eyebrow, tender to the touch.
She continued her blind search, first feeling with her feet down the left side of the bed beneath the metal pole. There was a horizontal pole along the bottom of the mattress, then nothing. She couldn’t feel the floor. She placed both hands on the pole and lowered herself. Still no floor. She was dangling like a kid on a trapeze. She pressed one bare foot against the pole and made a 180-degree arc with the other. Her big toe grazed something hard and smooth. Glass, she thought, a window. She changed position and used her other foot, stretching harder and scraping with her toenail. A sliver of gray night bled through the blackened window. She continued to stretch and scrape until her muscles ached and her cuffed wrist bled.
Exhausted, she pulled her body back onto the mattress. She tilted her head toward the window and tried to think. The last thing she remembered was shopping with her friend, Sarah, and feeling a little nauseated from an ice cream drink. She was walking alone down a corridor to the restrooms when … what? Obviously I’ve been abducted, she thought. She had been suppressing this thought since the moment she awakened. Rebecca was stronger than her small frame indicated, physically and mentally. She was an iron-willed person, always wanting to be in control, and always the center of attention.
Her stomach growled and she realized she needed to go to the bathroom as well. She refused to acknowledge the chilling fear that was creeping up her spine and instead stared at the window, at the gray strips of light that were appearing to brighten. She worked the handcuffs along the pole and reached further but still nothing. She twisted until she could get her head over the bedside and then she vomited. Time to cry. The frustration and fear, the handcuffs and the darkness were overwhelming. Rebecca wept.
You can learn more about Debra and her books at http://edgeofescape.blogspot.com
Debra Chapoton has taught kids of all ages in her main career as a teacher. She has a BA in Spanish and a Master of Arts degree in Teaching English. She started writing in 2002 and was surprised to find out that the characters quickly take over the action and dialogue in the stories.
Her first YA novel is Edge of Escape. The main character, Eddie, is brilliant yet emotionally impaired. He fixates on pretty and popular Rebecca. He abducts her then tries to be her rescuer as she escapes his traps. His fragile devotion reveals a delicate spirit that Rebecca can either accept or reject. Stalking and obsession get a sympathetic twist in this story of physical and psychological survival.
Chapoton has also written the Big Pine Lodge series for kids ages 8 – 12. These books follow the adventures of Missy and Kevin as they explore the lodge, the cemetery, the old ruins and especially the labyrinth of caves which run beneath the lake and mountain near Big Pine Lodge. They solve mysteries, confront danger and face off with teenage bullies or wild animals in The Secret in the Hidden Cave, Mystery’s Grave and Bullies and Bears.
Other chapter books she has authored are A Tick in Time, a fantasy adventure into a parallel universe, and Bigfoot Day, Ninja Night, a pair of spooky stories that kids love. She has recently published a non-fiction work, Crossing the Scriptures, which explores the amazing connections between the 66 books of the Bible as they align with the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet. This Bible study reveals the intricate weaving of words and themes in books that are spaced at equal intervals.
Thank you so much for stopping in and chatting with us Debra. As always, it's amazing to learn more and more about you. Wishing you much success in the future!
Cheers,
In the early summer of 1975 a badly decomposed female body was found on Ulrich Rd in Fort Pierce, Florida. The case was initally investigated as a Jane Doe. No one had reported her missing and the body was so badly decomposed it was hard to get an identification. She was finally identified as Pauline Metler age 33 years old. In early fall the case went cold.
The eldest of five children, Yvonne was born May 17, 1951 in Atlanta, Georgia. Raised in East Point, Georgia, she moved to Jackson County, Ga. until 2006 then moved to Port St. Lucie, Florida where she currently makes her home.
