Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her fiancé and their two dogs.
Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night. Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.
She is constantly putting out new material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her on her website.
In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance non-fiction writer. She enjoys hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts, art openings, museums, and hosting intimate dinner parties.
Last year I took the leap to becoming a full time author, scary and exciting at the same time! Taking the plunge and following my dream was extremely frightening. I still sometimes wonder if I should head back out and get a safety net day job, just in case. But what is life without some risks? I didn’t choose to be a writer, it chose me. It is my passion. I write whether I am intending on publishing a piece or not. So I decided to follow the old adage, do what you love and you will never work a day in your life! Ok, so that is hard to remember when neck deep in edits and you feel like crying because you have to be the worst author in the world, but overall I am so much happier now that I am putting my whole heart into something I love. Last month I was lucky enough to see one of my favorite bands, the Foo Fighters, live and got to see the joy on the face of their front man Dave Grohl as he performed. He has been in the Foo Fighters for 20 years alone, and Nirvana before that, and many bands before that. Yet when he performs you still see the love for music that he has. That is what writing is to me. This past year has been tough with some publishers shutting their doors. Is it sad? Yes. Is it discouraging? Yes. Am I going to give up my dream? No. The writing world is not an easy one, but it is one I love. There have been many good things this year as well. First paperback fantasy released? Check? First book signing about to happen? Check. Pushing myself as an author? Check. Code Black is my very first strictly horror piece and I can’t wait to see how it is received. I am planning on more horror and more genres in the future! Can’t wait to see where this writing journey takes me.
Sara lives on Key Largo, a place she knows she should have left after the last hurricane, but she can’t quite walk away from it. When warning sirens go off, she fears for the safety of her home more than anything else. That is, until she realizes that something much more than severe weather is heading her way.
When her own government blows up the only escape to the mainland and her neighbors begin to attack one another, Sara learns she can only depend on herself. With the aid of her uncle and Cameron, a National Guard soldier helping her along the way, she is on the run for her life. Harsh realities she never thought she would have to face are now part of her life. Can she do what it takes to survive, or will she always be on the run and wondering what might have been?
“What the hell do you mean ‘the bridge is closed’? Something odd is going on here. We’ve never had the National Guard here for an evacuation, and you are telling me that you just expect us to wait it out here on the island and not ask questions? I heard the warning sirens. We are supposed to be evacuating! Let us through!” Sara demanded, trying to push past the mass of muscle in a National Guard uniform blocking her way.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. We have orders that no one is to cross the bridge. No one is allowed to enter Miami,” the officer said, not budging an inch.
“I just told you that the evacuation sounded, e-v-a-c-u-a-t-i-o-n, and you’re telling me that we can’t leave? It’s probably a late hurricane, and you expect us all just to hope we make it through that here in the Keys? We need to get to the mainland!” Sara threw up her hands in frustration. The memory of the last hurricane which destroyed her family home remained clear in her mind. She should have moved after her family had lost almost everything, but something held her in Key Largo.
“It is not a hurricane warning, ma’am. Please go back to your home and you will be fine.”
Just then, the officer’s walkie-talkie went off. “Miami has been lost. Move everyone away from the bridge. We must prevent the spread and contamination. This is a Code Black. Repeat, this is a Code Black. All civilians must be moved a safe distance from the bridge. You have five minutes.”