Jeff Gunhus is the author of both adult thrillers and the Middle Grade/YA series, The Templar Chronicles. The first book, Jack Templar Monster Hunter, was written in an effort to get his reluctant reader eleven-year old son excited about reading. It worked and a new series was born. His book Reaching Your Reluctant Reader has helped hundreds of parents create avid readers. As a father of five, he and his wife lead an active lifestyle simply trying to keep up with their kids. In rare moments of quiet, he can be found in the back of the City Dock Cafe in Annapolis working on his next novel.
His latest book is the thriller/horror novel, Night Terror.
For More Information
- Visit Jeff Gunhus’ website.
- Connect with Jeff on Facebook and Twitter.
- More books by Jeff Gunhus.
- Contact Jeff.
About the Book:
Ten years after her abduction and near-sacrifice to the Source, Sarah Tremont struggles to be a normal teenager. As much as she’s tried to suppress the power inside of her, it’s grown dangerously strong and has drawn the attention of those who want to possess her power for themselves.
The nightmare that she thought was long over starts again as powerful forces descend upon Prescott City to seek her out. With her parents and Joseph Lonetree’s help, Sarah must stand up to an evil much more powerful than the one she faced in the caves a decade earlier. But in the end, she discovers the greatest danger might come from the power living inside of her.
For More Information
Can you tell us who or what was the inspiration behind your book?
The first book was all about my paranoia of my kids being harmed by strangers and what my responsibilities were as a father to keep my family safe. Book 2 looks at what my evolving understanding is of my kid’s ability to take care of themselves as they get older and stronger.
Is this your first published book and if so, can you tell us your experiences in finding a publisher for it?
I self-published book 1 to great success. I was approached by publishers who were interested in acquiring it, but I prefer the creative and business control I have of my own work as the publisher.
Where do you live and if I were coming to town, where would we go to talk books?
City Dock Café in historic Annapolis. I love to write there as well.
When you’re not writing, what do you do to relax and have fun?
I have five kids so it’s all about the barely controlled chaos of a large family. I love every second of it.
Do you make a living off your books or do you have another job?
I’m the CEO of a national home improvement company with a few thousand employees. I love that part of my life as well. When speaking to my employees, I talk about the importance of carving time out for passion projects. That’s what my writing is for me.
In your opinion, what makes a good book great?
An emotional connection with the characters trumps language, plot and setting. Great fiction makes us feel and then reflect that feeling in our personal experiences.
Psychologists tell us the thing we think we’d most like to grow up to be when we’re ten years old is our avocation. What did you want to be?
A writer…and Indiana Jones.
Can you give us a short excerpt from your book?
Charlie Winters didn’t scream. Not because the pain had stopped, because it hadn’t. Every nerve in his body was still on fire, bursting with electric signals to his brain that the bag of meat, sinew, and bone that was supposed to protect it was being systematically destroyed. Pound by pound, his flesh was eaten. Ounce by ounce, his blood was guzzled down.
No, his screams stopped only because his vocal cords were raw and bloody and had ceased to function. None of the dozen or so attackers had bothered to silence him when they started the feast, and Charlie had screamed and screamed until he could do so no more.
Even with his throat filled with blood, he still tried to cry out, expelling a spray of red mist. The men feasting near his head enjoyed this and breathed in the vapors of his bloody exhalation. One of the men’s thick fingers dug into Charlie’s left eye socket and scooped out his eyeball, giving a quick yank to pop it loose from the strand of nerves attached to it. Charlie felt another man put his lips around the empty socket and suck hard at the juices inside his head. Nails clawed at and then ripped off the small pad of meat on his cheek, a delicacy on ten-year-old boys as much as it was on suckling pigs.
Charlie closed his eyes and begged for death.
An hour earlier he had been a regular boy, just like anyone else.
But then again, he knew that wasn’t really true. He’d never been like anyone else. And now it had finally cost him.
What’s next for you?
I have five projects I’m trying to decide between. I think it will be a sequel to Killer Within.