Character Interview · Excerpt · Giveaways · Spotlight

Excerpt from Dorianna by Catherine Stine w/a too many to list giveaways :) !!!!!!

dorianna4 cover


Catherine Stine

Contemporary/Paranormal Teen Romance

Released October 24, 2014


Internet followers, beauty, power. It all sounded good. Until it transformed into a terrifying reality Dorianna couldn’t stop.


When her father is jailed, her mother ships Dorianna to her aunt’s house. Dorianna yearns to build a new identity, but the popular Lacey bullies her—mostly for getting attention from her ex, Ander.


Ander takes Dorianna to Coney Island where Wilson, a videographer, creates a stunning compilation of her. She dreams of being an online sensation, tired of being plain and lonely, and vows she’d give anything to go viral. Wilson claims he’s the Prince of Darkness and offers her the beauty and fame she’s dreamed of—warning her that a pledge has its downsides.  Dorianna has no idea of how dire those consequences might be.



Buy links:  Evernight Teen    Amazon      






On the way to my new school, I catch a glimpse of my face in a shop mirror. Even though I hate mirrors, I force myself to look. No one needs to remind me I’m plain.


Leaning forward, I examine my pale skin with its tracery of blue underneath. It looks like granny spider veins. And I never smile all the way. That would expose my wonky teeth—one front tooth slightly over the other.


My hair’s limp, but it’s auburn with peachy highlights. I’ve got that going for me, at least. Lifting up a lock, I admire its warm glow in the September sun. And there’s still a hint of eagerness in my eyes––they haven’t knocked that out of me. It’s hope, whispering, “Maybe this place will be different. Maybe they won’t walk past me as if I’m floating dust.”


I’ve been here in Brooklyn for four days, shuffled away from family chaos to my Aunt Carol’s house. She’s nice so far, but I don’t really know her. It’s too bad we could never afford to fly east for family reunions. I do know she’s a fundraiser for a public radio station, and owns one floor in a brownstone. And that she eats vegetarian, and neatly folds the nubbly throws on her earth-tone Pottery Barn couch.


And she’s the sister of my screw-up father.


I’m not sorry I left Wabash. School there was a train wreck. It got so lonely, watching the reigning couples kissing their way down the halls. I wanted someone’s arms around me, too, or at least another good friend after Jen. But it wasn’t meant to be, after gossip spread that my father was sent to jail for committing moral turpitude. My mom took to her bed, and I took over. We were struck with loss and horror and shock all at once. Mom needed me last spring. I tried to help in any way I could, until she insisted that I needed a total break from the family. Or was it Mom who needed the break?


I’m going to suck it up. I am. If she needs the break, she can have it. Maybe I need one, too. I’m determined to pump myself up to face a different army of kids.


Ambling down Montague Street, past the cute boutiques, I soak in the balmy September sun and survey my new stomping grounds. These Brooklyn streets are as delicious as strawberry shortcake. The narrow shops are a wonder of necklaces, handmade with glass bits and bottle tops, and leafy bracelets fashioned from green computer chips.


The caffeine-laced scents wafting from the cyber café draw me in. As I walk by, I sneak looks at the lean, fox-quick boys with scruffy hair, low-slung belts, and tees that read Neon Pandas and Oubliettes of Onyx. Bands I’ve never heard of, since out in Hoosier Land they mostly play country music.


I smile, picturing myself talking to a slinky boy who makes me my very own playlist—he’d call it Songs for a Brooklyn Beauty. A girl can dream, right?


Turning down Court Street, a woman breezes past me in a black jumpsuit. Another dramatic beauty in thigh-high boots floats by, with two dachshunds tugging against their pink leashes. As I glance back at her, I imagine her working as a Broadway actress, dancing across a stage in those fancy boots.


Just then, one of her dogs works free of her grasp, and streaks into the street. “Hey!” I call. “Hey, pup!” I dash after it, grab the pink leather strap, and coax it back toward the curb as a bakery van careens around the corner, the driver pounding on his horn.


The booted lady runs over to me. “Thanks so much!” she says, breathless.


“Happy to help. Couldn’t let your sweet dog be hit.” Our eyes meet as I hand her the leash, and her smile touches me. I watch for another moment as she walks demurely on.


Everything here vibrates with possibility, if I block out my dread of school. It’s my chance to figure out who I want to be, which I couldn’t quite do back home. I can’t wait to let my old, stale-kernel life rot on the vine, and start over.


Reading the sign on a red colonial stone building, I sway with sudden trepidation: School. Ivy sprints up its scholarly walls, and its walkway is marked with marble planters. Each one bursts with purple chrysanthemums, as if this is the cheeriest high school ever. I’m here, no turning back. Look, you’re smart, I tell myself, you tested in and even got a scholarship here. Maybe private school kids are easier on new students. Unlikely, but I’ll give it my best.

Dorianna character interview, the leading lady in DORIANNA

by Catherine Stine

Cotton or Silk?

I like silk. Flowy, lovely, romantic dresses. I never got to wear luxurious stuff like that in Indiana.



I don’t really drink, though I think for my Blind Date Confessional Party out in Coney Island Wilson is talking about getting vodka. He’s older, and his uncle has some. Not sure I approve though.


What drew you to each other?

Ander or Wilson? Must be Ander because I’m drawn to Wilson against my own will, my own better judgment. Ander is so sweet and handsome. I can picture him the way he looked as a little boy—big gray eyes, scruffy blond hair. He wants to be a writer and I admire that. He’s a bit tortured. I suppose that attracts me too—a fellow struggler along the path.


Name one thing that you find endearing about the other?

He carries around his writing notebook in his jeans pocket. He reaches back there for it when he’s feeling insecure. It’s his security blanket.


If you could change one thing about the other, what would it be?

I wish he didn’t still love his ex, Lacey. It keeps him from committing to me.


Favorite food

Nathans hot dogs on the Coney boardwalk!
If money were no object, where would you like to live?

I don’t care that much about money. I care more about love.


What’s next for you?

I’m planning more meetup parties. We’re doing a big burlesque party next. Flashy costumes, prizes, dancing—more online followers, and real-time parties. I don’t know why, somewhere deep inside me there’s dread for the future—the parties, the whole thing, but I’d never admit it.




Ander Character Interview, Dorianna’s love interest in DORIANNA

By Catherine Stine


Cotton or Silk?

Strictly cotton tees, and cotton button down shirts. I’m no hipster.



I’ve had a few beers. I’m underage for bars, but soon enough. I’m just as happy with a cold Coke.


What drew you to each other?

Dorianna or Lacey? You must mean Dorianna because Lacey broke up with me. It took me a few beats to really get into Dorianna, but she really grew on me, to my surprise. I hate to admit it, but I first took her out to get back at Lacey. Dorianna has something about her though. She almost feels magical—magnetic. She runs deep. She’s authentic and no snob.


Name one thing that you find endearing about the other?

Dorianna loves me. She’s devoted to me and loyal. Yeah, loyal, that’s it. Lacey was disloyal. She cheated on me with my best friend.


If you could change one thing about the other, what would it be?

Dorianna keeps asking me about Lacey and what we had. She shouldn’t do that. It ends up making her sad.


Favorite food

Burritos at the place near school.
If money were no object, where would you like to live?

Wow, who knows? Uptown in a penthouse, with a big, antique writing desk by a window that looks out onto Central Park.



What’s next for you?

I’m working on a novel. It’s called Extortion Portraits. I’m only in the outlining stages… but someday. For real.





Author Bio:Catherine Stine YA author photo

Catherine Stine’s YA novels span the range from science fiction to dark fantasy to modern horror. Her futuristic thriller, Fireseed One was a finalist in YA and SF in the USA News International Book Awards and an Indie Reader Approved notable. Its companion novel, Ruby’s Fire was a finalist in the Next Generation Indie Awards. She also writes new adult fiction as Kitsy Clare, and her Art of Love series (Model Position and Private Internship) is about Sienna’s artistic perils in NYC. Her YA paranormal, Dorianna is her new YA horror from Evernight Teen. Catherine’s love of dark fantasy came from her father reading Edgar Allen Poe to her when she was a child. She was also addicted to science fiction as a teen. The freakier the better! She teaches workshops in writing speculative fiction and is a member of RWA, SFWA and SCBWI.



Media links:


Subscribe to Catherine’s newsletter:






Amazon author page:





Signed paperback of DORIANNA

V-neck Dorianna Playing with Fire T-shirt(L fitted)

~up to 25-page manuscript evaluation from Catherine

On any YA or NA novel in progress ~

$25 Amazon Gift Card

a Rafflecopter giveaway” title=”Rafflecopter Link” target=”_blank”>Rafflecopter Link

Dorianna Tour Banner

5 thoughts on “Excerpt from Dorianna by Catherine Stine w/a too many to list giveaways :) !!!!!!

  1. This sounds like an interesting take on an old classic – good excerpt. You know what they say….be careful what you wish for…you just might get it….lol….Thanks for the giveaway too!

  2. Great excerpt!! I like paranormal books because it stretches the imagination and ever since I was a kid I’ve been fascinated with where my mind could take me and books have always done that for me. paranormal books in particular have always been my weakness 🙂

    Thanks for sharing and for the giveaway 🙂

So what do you think?

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.