Happy Release Day to In the Beginning: Dark Retellings of Biblical Tales!

in-the-beginning-coverToday, I’m celebrating author Sharon Hughson’s YA debut in the anthology In the Beginning: Dark Retellings of Biblical Tales. As someone who has already read other wonderful stories by this author, I can honestly say I’m looking forward to checking this one out, too! Sharon is one of eight authors in this book, and this is the blurb about her story The Demon Was Me:

Based on the story of the demon-possessed boy healed by Jesus, this tale provides a glimpse into a post-apocalyptic world where a teenage boy seeks to journey to a better land and yearns to discover the kind of man he’s meant to be, only to be hijacked by an evil spirit intent upon chipping away at the hope, faith, and resilience of its host.

Sounds pretty good, doesn’t it?!?

There was one thing I was curious about. As someone who also writes in multiple genres, I was wondering what Sharon loves about writing YA. I got back an interesting and insightful answer. :)


From Sharon:

I have been reading YA since my oldest son learned to love Harry Potter and Eragon. Working in a reading classroom at the middle school expanded how much YA I read. I had to be able to talk books with my students, right? I love writing YA because I was that girl who carried a book to every class and read by flashlight under my blankets. The idea that I might write something that impacts a teenager on the cusp of becoming an adult gives me goosebumps. Books saved my life when my parents got divorced (I was 12). I pray my stories will offer the same hope to those who read them.


And now, I can’t lie–I’m pretty psyched to share an exclusive excerpt from Sharon’s story below. Check it out, then go straight to Goodreads to add it to your TBR List. Or better yet, head right over to one of these places and grab a copy!

Purchase Links:

Google Play | BAM | Chapters | Amazon | B&N | Kobo | TBD | iBooks

Happy Book Birthday, Sharon!


            The demon moved through the dim corridors of town. We had nearly reached the end of the street when a man slightly smaller than me cut across our path. My fingers snagged his shirt collar and yanked him to a stop.

“Hey!” Coffee-colored eyes flashed in his sun-darkened face.

Our fist crashed into his nose. Blood spurted. Excitement flooded my mind, sending our heart galloping wildly in our chest. Our hand smashed the underside of the stranger’s pointy jaw. Pain flared through every bone in that hand. I hardly registered the ache in my fist through the haze of the demon’s fury and glee.

Inhio sighed. He relished the adrenaline rush of violence as much as the delicious pie and soft bread. The food and beer turned to stone in our stomach.

Stop. There’s no reason to hit him.

Heedless of my desires, the demon continued battering the man’s face, stomach and back. The stranger’s blood turned my fist red. When my hand released the man, he staggered and fell against the side of the cabin. Groaning, he slumped to the ground.

Euphoria from the fight whirled in my head with the alcohol buzz. I tried to resist the demon’s joy. Mind-numbing waves of ecstasy circled like buzzards around a carcass.