Monday, December 2, 2013

Dragonfly by Ronnell D. Porter: Interview and Excerpt

 







Title:  Dragonfly

Author:  Ronnell D. Porter

Published:  October 21st, 2013

Word Count:  103,000

Genre:  Mystery/Thriller

Content Warning:  Contains graphic violence, adult sexual material and themes

Recommended Age:  18+

Synopsis:

On the nights when 22-year-old Jessica Parker dreams, she relives one hellish memory—the day she was viciously raped in the woods by a man with a dragonfly tattoo. She wakes up feeling like the helpless child she used to be, and sinks back into her day-to-day life with her jaded mother, her mother’s live-in boyfriend and drug-dealer, Arnie, and her young sister, Rachel. Life seems stable enough for a while, and she almost believes that she can achieve some semblance of normality. That is until she catches word from Detective Sam Hayden that the monster that shattered her life has been released from prison.

Jessica is asked to relive her nightmarish ordeal again in order to help Hayden unravel an underground network of child sex-slave trafficking known as Dragonfly. This network hides the face of a serial killer he’s been hunting for ten years, and Jessica may hold the key to finding his identity. Together they follow every lead and struggle to unveil the dragonflies hidden among them behind the guise of neighbors, friendly strangers—even officers of the law—before another victim vanishes in a web that leaves no trace behind.

 


 

The interior of the car was quite lavish; the lush, soft leather seats were heated and the temperature of the cab was programmed on a large LED screen on the dashboard. Rachel could see it clearly from her seat behind the driver, a man she’d never met nor seen before that morning. But Arnie said that he was a friend and that she could trust him. Besides, he said that Jess wasn’t feeling well, and without her presence in the morning walk to the bus stop the ritual lost its magic. Plus, driving up in a luxurious vehicle that looked as though it could belong to the POTUS himself would make her the envy of the day. Kids in school would look through their classroom windows and see the man open the door for her. She would hold her head high like she was the queen of the freaking playground and sashay all the way down the path to the entrance. Sissy Renner would lose her mind with jealousy, and that alone was worth the extravagant entrance.
“Have you known Arnie long?” Rachel asked. She couldn’t even see the back of his head from where she sat, but she could see his eyes in the rearview mirror. It was difficult to tell if they were blue or gray, and the lack of any sort of mood behind his lashes made those beautiful eyes somewhat depressing.
He reached over and opened the glove compartment. He lifted a small bottle of water over his shoulder, waggling his hand until she took it. He snapped the compartment shut and then set his eyes on the road. “You looked thirsty,” he said. His accent gave his words rhythm, and he pronounced his vowels in the back of his throat, unlike anything she’d heard before. “Oh, I’ve known Arnold about seven years now. My name is Olav.”
Rachel looked down at the bottle. She was a little thirsty, and she would have been more than happy to take a drink, were it not for the fact that the cap had already been opened. The tiny little plastic bridges all the way around the cap had been snapped. She shook the water as modestly as she could. There were little white flecks and particles floating around. Were it tap water, she might have excused them, but she’d never seen anything floating freely in bottled filtered water before. It settled like dust at the bottom, dissolving a little more each time she shook it.
When she looked up, she saw him staring right into her eyes. It startled her, made her chest ache and her hands run cold. But she ran a hand through her hair to pretend as though everything was okay, and untwisted the cap of the water bottle. She held it up to her lips, tipped it up, but kept the water from entering her mouth. When she wiped her lips and smiled, he nodded contently and returned to watching the road. She spun the cap back onto the bottle and stared out the window.
This wasn’t the road to her school. This street would eventually curve in the opposite direction. She ground her teeth and tried not to jump to conclusions, but she couldn’t ignore the facts. She’d been handed tampered water, which had been laced with God only knew what, and this man—this stranger—was taking her somewhere far away from where he was supposed to.
She’d been taken. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew the signs. She’d been stupid enough to trust the word of a man she’d only known a year—a drug addict and dealer—just like the girls in all of the Stranger Danger Awareness videos she’d sat through at school. She couldn’t believe she’d been so naive. But, as much as her teachers had done to educate them in how to avoid being kidnapped, she had no idea what she should do next. No one ever told you what to do when you became one of the unlucky ones. What was the drug that he’d tried to slip her, and what would he be expecting it to do to her within the next few minutes? What would he do if he found out that she hadn’t taken even a sip? Who was he, and why had Arnie sent her away with him? Where had her mother been all morning? Was Jess really sick? Would she make it home? Was this man going to kill her?




 

Ronnell D. Porter was raised in Ogden, Utah, and now resides in Denver, Colorado. During his free time he plays the violin, dabbles in graphic design, and, of course, thoroughly enjoys writing stories. He believes that a novel written simply to entertain does its readers a disservice; instead, a book’s narrative should always change the way we perceive the  world around us, and grant us a little more wisdom than we had when starting the story.

 







Welcome!  Thanks for being here and agreeing to answer some of my questions!  Tell us about a favorite character from a book.
Ms. Lily Bart comes to mind. I've read through the House of Mirth two times in my life, the first in an English class, the second time a few years down the road, and that second look into her character really solidified her place as my absolute favorite character in any book I've ready up until now. She's very layered, sensible, classy, but above all, very relatable to almost everyone that will read her story. Her struggle to make a living with meager wages against the tremendous debt she owes can carry right on over to 2013. 
Where do you research for your books?
Google, of course. I've heard tales of great repositories for dusty relics called books, but one can't be certain if such stories are history or the exaggerated imaginings of a drunk fisherman. 
What does your significant other and family think of your writing career?
Well my significant other knows that I do write, but it's never really been a point of discussion, really. My family thinks it's nifty, brag-worthy on occasion, even though I've never had a bestseller under my belt. But that's what families do.
 
Does your significant other read your stuff?
Not yet, and I'm a bit glad to be honest. I wouldn't want to know just what they might think of me after reading something I've written - it could be "yeeaaah... See ya!" and bolt right out the door if they hated my story! Or, most likely and far less embellished, it would be "Wow, you're a great writer, I'm going to be totally supportive of your choices!" and then keep all criticisms to themselves :P
How do you describe your writing style?
Growing. I was told that the first million words are crap, and not to worry about them. Well, I'm past the million words point when I put all of my stories together, and looking through some of them I can see the steady transition to where I am now, with pacing, plot, character development, dialogue, etc. One thing I used to love to do was write pages upon pages of dialogue - just one conversation, mind you. I loved dialogue. Now I've reined that back a bit (a lot!) 
Do you use a pen name?
I'd never thought about it seriously before Dragonfly, but I had contemplated using one for this novel. I've never really published outside the Young-Adult genre, and since Dragonfly is such a graphic subject matter (mature audiences only) I wasn't sure how it would affect my other books. But in the end I decided to go for it, stick with my name, and just try and steer Dragonfly toward the right readers. 
How do you develop your plots and your characters? Do you use any set formula?
Plot seems to come first, and then the characters really help build the flow of the story. I develop character personalities with the 'nurture/environment' method, I think about what happened to them and how that affects their personality. 
What songs are most played on your Ipod?
  • How do you know I don't have a Zune? (Said nobody ever.)
  • Right now the overplayed songs on my iPod are:
  • "Fangs" by Little Red Lung
  • "Song For No One" by Mike Snow
  • "Unchained Melody" by Sarah McLachlan
  • "So-So" and "I Am Mine" by Brooke Waggoner 


 

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