Rebecca Jaycox is the author of the debut novel, ‘The Other Inheritance’. She’s so well-traveled, it’s amazing she has time to write. Please enjoy Rebecca’s visit.
Bio: Rebecca Jaycox grew up in the tiny town of Berryman, which borders the Mark Twain National Forest and the Courtois River about 70 miles south of St. Louis. The beautiful landscape fed her imagination, and she began writing stories at age 10 and never stopped. Always seeking adventure, Rebecca moved to France after she graduated college with a journalism degree to teach English at a French high school. Bitten by the travel bug, she has recently visited Italy, Greece, Austria, Spain, and finally made it to her bucket-list destination of Istanbul last summer. Rebecca now lives in New York City with her husband, Gregory. She is the curator and program director of the YA Lit Series at the 92nd Street Y–one of New York’s premier cultural centers. She enjoys reading and writing fantasy, urban fantasy, steampunk, and science fiction. ‘The Other Inheritance’ is her first novel.
The Other Inheritance: Seventeen-year-old Reggie has been having a tougher time than usual. As if dealing with her alcoholic mother and fighting school bullies isn’t enough, this biker dude shows up in her dreams, babbling about magic and a world called the Other. Then, in biology class, her finger brushes a dead frog set out for dissection and it leaps off the table, scaring everyone, including her. Reggie’s life is changing, and she has no idea why. Or whether she should believe the man in her dreams, who claims she’s in danger and that someone is coming to take her to a safer reality. But if there’s one thing she’s learned, nowhere is safe.
Excerpt from ‘The Other Inheritance’
The alpha wolf swung its shaggy head around, looking at Asher, who raised his hands in the air. “I’m not here to hurt you, brother. Please take the hunt from here and let us go.”
Reggie held her breath as the wolf and Asher stared at each other, ignoring the violence around them. Suddenly the wolf turned from Asher, leapt onto the boar and tore its throat out. Cringing, Reggie closed her eyes to block the sight, but she couldn’t block the smell. Death. She felt the life drain from the boar. Growls rose again. She opened her eyes. The other wolves had taken notice of Asher, but the alpha jumped in front of him. The alpha growled and snapped, and the other wolves cowered in obedience. Reggie blinked as the alpha started changing. Fur disappeared. Bones made a sickening crack as they rearranged themselves into a new shape. Fluids flowed onto the ground. A few moments later, a tall, naked man stood, long wheat-colored hair flowing down his back. He turned and faced Asher, blood staining his face and chest. Reggie saw he had long, pointy ears. An Elf. A very naked Elf. “Way too much information,” she whispered.
“You’re not a Changeling,” the Elf said.
“No,” Asher said, and then he fumbled with his shirt. His back was to Reggie, so she couldn’t see what the Changeling was looking at.
“Ahh, I see. And who is your companion? She smells delicious.” The Changeling closed his eyes, sniffing the air. The pleasure on his face made her blush.
“You can smell her, or the beast?”
“I can sense her magic, but the beast knows there’s something special, something different about her. He likes it.”