I’m excited to spotlight paranormal/fantasy author Brandy Isaacs on my blog today. She is the writer of several novels, including the chilling The Devils Series.
Brandy’s latest novel is called As the Devil’s Painted. You can find out more about it below.
Rioting. Mass murders. Terror. No one is safe. Not even from their own kind. Harley and her friends have been branded as untrustworthy and troublemakers. With no place to go for support, they are sucked into a game of cat and mouse. Forced to chase Helion across the country, they are always a step behind.
As enemies become allies and friends become foes, Harley struggles to bring together a force strong enough to stop Helion and her supporters. Everywhere she turns she finds more opposition–even from within herself. Harley has always had questions about her Nocte’s world and Haddon has the answers–but she just might learn more than she ever wanted to know.
Everyone must sacrifice for the greater good–but are they prepared to pay the price?
Brandy Isaacs will tell you first that her name is spelled without an “I”. If that is the case, I will call her Brandy saacs. However, that ends up sounding like “Sacks” and will not endear me to her. Just remember, no I. The I is trashy as a terminal vowel.
She was raised in in Kentucky, but not the kentuck of the 70s where people had to dig holes for both one and two. It was a more cosmopolitan version of the place you’re thinking of. Instead of digging those holes, her family was able to hire someone to dig them – big difference. They did, however, love when the Sears Wishbook showed up in the mail each year. They were finally able to stop rubbing dirt in dirtier places.
None of that is true.
But all of it is true.
You’re author is one of those curious people. She is of the library and the local witches. She loved words. Even better, she loved when those words were strung together.
In a word – stories.
Those stories, of witches that were real and those that were not; of boy wizards; of young women who volunteered; of men who would suck blood. These stories define her.
And it is stories that she wants to tell you. I could gloss her Bio for real – high school, college in central Kentucky, Grad school in Kansas, nonprofit work when she returned home – and it would miss the truth. Brandy Isaacs has stories inside her, and she need to tell them to you.
They will excite you; they will scare you; they will arouse you.
And you- — you will keep turning the pages. When you hit the end, you will wish there were more.