K.C. Finn tells us her favorite moments in her books.

K.C. Finn Reveals…

Top Ten Favourite Moments From My Books:

The Mind’s Eye, available now and FREE to download:

“Your Doctor Baxendale’s an idiot.” Bickerstaff hardly looked at me when he spoke. “He doesn’t know his ilium from his olecranon. Now, I want to see you stand. Get up.”

He said it like it was an easy thing to do. The blonde sat back in his chair expectantly, making it quite clear that he wouldn’t be giving me a pull to help me to my feet. I steeled myself, reaching both hands out to grip his desk ready to make the effort. When my feet found the ground, I could already feel the pinch where the skin around my ankles was swollen, and when I pressed a little weight onto them the sensation was like somebody inserting a screwdriver right into the joint and twisting it hard. I cried out at the first sharp moment of pain, looking at the doctor viciously.

“I can’t,” I said through gritted teeth, “I’m sorry Doctor, but I can’t.”

“Get up,” he repeated.

 

Leighton’s Summer, available now:

“Where is she?” I demanded with desperation, “Where are you hiding her?”

My control of the situation was short lived. Though Vic wasn’t built like his only son he still had twenty more years’ experience of fighting than I did. He took my wrists and twisted them to breaking point until I released his jacket from my grip, kicking at me with legs that sprung like a cricket until he had enough purchase on my chest to fling me off him like a ragdoll. I flew a few feet and thumped hard into the wall, hitting my head so forcefully that the whole room flickered in and out of blackness. I slunk down to the floor as my body grew heavy, feeling the flat-cap I had worn roll off towards the exit door. A moment later I was shrouded in shadow as Vic Webb got to his feet, standing above me as he dusted off his clothes.

“You’re a very rude young man,” he commented idly.

In seconds he had put his shiny shoe to my throat, pressing on my windpipe so that I had to gasp just to gain enough air to breathe.

 

A Place Halfway, available now:

When the song was over, Jake didn’t receive the wild reception that Tommy had elicited, but he seemed really happy with the moderate applause that he did get. I was outraged that he hadn’t gotten more out of the crowd, since it was clear that he and Tommy were both evenly matched for natural showmanship. The first chance I had, I raced over to the bar to congratulate him with a huge, enthusiastic grin.

“Didn’t I tell you?” I asked, not waiting for an answer. “You were brilliant. No boos, no shotguns, just talent.”

“And you were right,” Jake replied, his chest still heaving with nerves. “Even if I don’t make it any further, I got up there and I sang it for Dad.”

“You’re going to go further,” I promised him with glee. “Nothing’s going to stop you now.”

 

‘The Maybe Man’ from Sinister Sentiments, available now:

We walked an eon in the eerie stillness of the city, no sane person had ventured out into the torrent of water that still gushed down the street towards us. I had always despised sideways rain. The Maybe Man cowed me into silence with the promise that my problem would be discussed and I trotted beside him like a faithful pet, until he suddenly stopped outside a tower that cut a hollow shape into the night sky. I looked up at the building, wincing at the bright sight of its neon overhang. It was a giant pink heart with a white arrow shooting through it. The Maybe Man approached its front doors. I paused on the wet stoop.

“This is Dirty Weekender,” I said, pointing up at the obvious signal. “You know that, right?”

He turned his sneer on me, nose first.

“In the interest of saving time, let’s just assume I know everything, shall we?”

 

The Atomic Circus, available now:

“Rex!” he cries happily. “It’s been a while young man. How’s the family?”

Cae’s eyes narrow. “Still dead,” he replies flatly.

“Ah,” Redd says, though his wide grin doesn’t falter. “Forgot about that. Terribly sorry.”

He isn’t sorry, and Cae knows it. Richmond has a way of playing people that’s quite unique. He’s especially good at using it to shorten his numerous prison sentences, so much so that it’s been suggested they should simply give up and install a revolving door on his usual cell.

“So why am I here, Mr Richmond?” Cae asks.

“Why are any of us here? A tad philosophical for this time of the morning, don’t you think?” Redd answers.

 

The Secret Star, available now:

“I think he likes it that you are a captive,” Gus answered thoughtfully. “You are here in the lighthouse always, and trapped on the island because of the occupation. He has no need to become angry, he just thinks he needs to wait.”

“He’ll be waiting a bloody long time,” I scoffed quietly.

Gustav smiled at me from his corner. He had ever such a nice face when he smiled, his heavy brow lifted and his dark eyes changed into a most amicable shape when he was happy. We had very slowly become friends right under Hess’s Aryan nose, talking just a sentence or two when the SS commander was out of the room, and most especially when he sent Gus ahead of him when he was going to be late. I had started to lend Gus a few of my books during 1941, under Hess’s recommendation, and every few months when he finished a Dickens or an Austen, I would get the book back and find a little note in the back telling me the parts he had enjoyed the most.

 

The Book Of Shade, re-releasing in March 2015:

“Ladies and gentlemen, your raucous applause, if you please, for the sensational Monsieur Novel!”

The audience obeyed the MC’s command, but when Baptiste had vacated, nobody came to the stage. It wasn’t until the last clap died some moments later that Lily heard footsteps clicking along the old theatre boards. The illusionist stepped from total blackness into the shadow at the edge of the stage, and even craning her head only afforded Lily the frame of a man in a long Victorian coat. The tense air in the dated theatre was sliceable, and every spectator breathed in their portion of that heavy air in anticipation of the moment when the odd Monsieur would step into the spotlight.

Novel did not disappoint them. A shock of lightning appeared from nowhere at all and in the split-second that it flashed he appeared for all to see. It seemed as though the patrons of the theatre gasped as a single being, even those who must have seen him before were transfixed in shock. His eyes were cast into black, shadowy sockets by the bright white spotlight pouring down from above. Skin pale as a spectre’s was exaggerated by the darkly drawn eyebrows arching into points above those gloomy hollows. His lips too were black as coal, a superb effort in stage makeup that reminded Lily of a haunting cross between a French mime and a black-and-white movie serial killer. She didn’t know which to be more afraid of.

 

The S Word, coming in 2015:

Even as I lowered the plate to the floor, I heard footsteps stirring from within. The smell, I supposed, had attracted him. I was crouching outside the door when the whispered voice made me freeze.

“You’re not Hetty.”

My face was level with the keyhole. Was he looking out at me? Did I dare look back?

“No, I’m Delia,” I replied, keeping my eyes to the ground.

“My brother’s wife?” Simon asked, his tone still hoarse.

“That’s right,” I said, my voice as kind as I could manage despite the nerves coursing all over my body, “Hetty’s busy. I brought you your bacon.”

“Why?”

He demanded the answer sharply, but he hadn’t opened the door. Was he afraid of me? I looked up at last to the keyhole and saw that wide, blue eye I had met on the first night I had slept at Bentonville. Simon never seemed to blink when he delivered that stare. He was waiting for my answer, but the truth seemed so intrusive. I had wanted to spy on him as though he was some sort of sideshow, the way that I imagined society would have wanted to make a spectacle of me with my total lack of hair. I tried to keep my smile on despite the wave of shame.

 

Legion Lost, coming in 2015:

He turns on his heel, sauntering off into the trees with my torch-light following him. I grab my gun, feeling the desperate need for self-protection, and I consider the shape of his shoulders as he slowly walks away. It’s almost a swagger, that sort of confidence that irritates me to the core. He thinks I’m weak. He thinks I’m no threat to him at all.

“I could shoot you, you know,” I tell him in a shaky voice. “I could just shoot you in the back right now.”

“Yeah?” says Malcolm Stryker, not even bothering to glance back at me. “Go on then.”

I don’t. A moment later, Stryker is lost to the shadows, but a deep, throaty chuckle echoes from the trees.

 

The Skin Revolt, coming in 2015:

His fumbling wakes me as he pulls back the covers behind me, letting in the chill he’s brought with him from the corridor. I feel his weight tip the old mattress backwards as he climbs into the bed, shuffling his body up to mine.

“Not again Bennie,” I mumble, half-asleep.

“I need you,” he whispers.

The silent darkness captures us for a moment.

“Cherie,” he adds, “We’re all going to die.”

K.C. Finn is the author of The Synsk Series. 

synskYoung Adult Paranormal / Historical Romance

Book One— The Mind’s Eye— is currently FREE on all platforms.

A girl with a telepathic gift finds a boy clinging to his last hope during the war-torn climate of Europe, 1940.

At fifteen, Kit Cavendish is one of the oldest evacuees to escape London at the start of the Second World War due to a long term illness that sees her stuck in a wheelchair most of the time. But Kit has an extraordinary psychic power: she can put herself into the minds of others, see through their eyes, feel their emotions, even talk to them – though she dares not speak out for fear of her secret ability being exposed.

As Kit settles into her new life in the North Wales village of Bryn Eira Bach, solitude and curiosity encourage her to gain better control of her gift. Until one day her search for information on the developing war leads her to the mind of Henri, a seventeen-year-old Norwegian boy witnessing the German occupation of his beloved city, Oslo. As Henri discovers more about the English girl occupying his mind, the psychic and emotional bonds between them strengthen and Kit guides him through an oppressive and dangerous time. There are secrets to be uncovered, both at home and abroad, and it’s up to Kit and Henri to come together and fight their own battles in the depths of the world’s greatest war.