Meet David Gaughan @authorGaughan and Discover the Secret to Writing a Great Book! #FridayReads #SFF


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I first met David Gaughan when he asked if I would read and review Aaden Bluestar – The Awakening several months ago. After reading it, I wanted to know more about the man behind the inspiring young adult science fiction adventure novel I’d just read. So, I asked David if he’d be willing to sit down for an interview. He said sure and I did a little jig. No, really. See, not only is David a prolific author but he shares the belief that each of us can make a difference in this world. So, without further ado, please welcome David to the POTL Blog. Take it away, David:

 

What is your writing process?

When I first started writing I found the story flowed better when I wrote longhand. I still have the handwritten original journal of my first attempt at writing, which was eventually published many years later as Star Bred Prophecy. However, my first published work was actually dictated and I find that method far more efficient and creative. I’ll sit comfortably in a chair with my feet up while I stare into space. I visualise the scene unfolding before me, like I’m watching a movie and I simply describe what I’m seeing. I’ve had feedback from several readers who say they feel like they’re watching a movie when they read my works.

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

Names are definitely important. In the original story that was published as “The Blue Star”, the key character’s son, who played a fairly minor role, was named Ajay. When I decided to rewrite the story from the boy’s perspective the name Ajay just didn’t seem right and it certainly didn’t go well with BlueStar. Even though it was based on the original Blue Star story, the tale took on a new energy and originality, so it seemed appropriate that a name change was needed. Aaden BlueStar emerged as an independent character in his own right. Even his name is spelt with double a, rather than the more commonly spelt Aiden.

 

Have you always liked to write?

My first urge to write was when I was only six years old. I was so enchanted by a children’s story book that I started copying it in long hand. At that young age the hand writing wasn’t that great, but when one of my brothers asked me what I was doing I immediately replied, “I’m writing a book”. It was almost as though I had an inkling of what I’d be doing in later years. Of course it was a huge joke to them, so I didn’t pick up the pen again until many years later. In my early twenties when I went on my first major overseas excursion and I started telling people about my experiences, I often got the comment, “you should write a book about it.” However, it wasn’t until years later I suddenly got the urge and I’ve been writing ever since.

 

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

I’ve always flown by the seat of my pants. There are a couple of occasions where I’ve plotted out the basic outline, but generally I find the story flows and takes on a life of its own when I sit back and watch it unfold. Even I’m surprised at where the story takes me sometimes. Although plotting the outline has helped on a couple of occasions, I find the creative forces flow better when I let it unfold as I go. As mentioned earlier, I tend to be like a spectator watching a movie. It can be quite fascinating at times. Of course, after the initial draft, that’s where the real work begins, with the honing of the story and the many rewrites.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I always read my reviews. I’ve learned not to take things too seriously because I’ve found that each reviewer has their own perspective and sometimes they contradict each other, where one reviewer sees an area where they take exception and another reviewer might praise that same part. It just goes to show that everyone has their personal likes and dislikes. However, if the same criticism arises with two or more reviewers, then it highlights something I need to consider for future work. In the end, I think any review is good, whether it’s high ranking or not. It’s all a learning process.

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

I’ve written several books, ranging from fiction through to self help. Having had several friends and family affected by cancer, I researched and wrote an alternative treatment e-book called “Is there a Cure for Cancer”. On a similar vein I’ve written an e-book called the Wisdom Wellness Diet, again targeting self healing through healthy eating habits. With the increase in world weather extreme events I wrote a book called Self Sufficiency Survival, all of which are available via Amazon.com. However, my passion is with the creative writing and the first one published in hardcopy was The Blue Star, later rewritten from Aaden’s perspective and published as Aaden BlueStar – The Awakening.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

What I’m working on now is something totally different. Besides book two and three of Aaden’s story, I’m researching the interpretation of ancient prophecies, some of which are predictions that have already happened and others that are yet to come. I’ve got the basic outline of the stories in the Aaden Bluestar series and they’ll need more work at some stage. However, my current priority is finishing the interpretation of the ancient prophecies, a project that will no doubt be rather controversial.

 

What is your biggest failure?

I don’t look at things so much as failures, but more as learning experiences. Rather than failure, I think my biggest disappointment was when my first published book The Blue Star never really took flight. It wasn’t until much later that I realised it was a bit ahead of it’s time and targeted at the wrong readership group. It wasn’t until years later that I realised the story needed to be told from Aaden’s perspective and targeted to the YA market. Regarding so-called failure, I take my cue from Thomas Edison who, when asked by a reporter how he felt about failing over a thousand times to make a light bulb, replied “I don’t look at it as failing a thousand times – more that I’ve discovered that many ways how not to make a light bulb.” Actually, there are many interpretations of what he actually said, but that’s the gist of his message.

 

Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Yes, when I was young, growing up on the rougher side of town. Although I did my best to stay clear of confrontation I did get ambushed on a few occasions. I learned early on when the adversary is much bigger, it’s better to resort to negotiation and reasoning, rather than try and fight against the odds. If anything, it made me more observant of situations and peoples’ behaviour, which came in handy in later years as a writer.

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

I don’t really see the point of recording anything on a tombstone. I’ve left instructions for my ashes to be scattered at low tide on a beach – I’ve always received a lot of inspiration from walking the beach so I couldn’t think of a better place to end up. One thing you often see on a tombstone is the date of birth and the date of death, separated by a dash (-). I think it’s more important how you spend that dash while you’re alive rather than recording the dates on a tombstone. The only thing I’ll leave behind is my writing and I hope that will continue to inspire people long after I’m gone.

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

I think a great superpower would be having the ability to convince people to use their creative visualization energies solely for positive outcomes. Of course, doing so would override their freedom of choice, so I guess I won’t achieve that superpower until I’m advanced enough spiritually not to use it. In the meantime, I’ll concentrate on my writing to help people make that choice of their own free will.

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

I can think of a couple of star systems that would be interesting to visit, but unless our scientists make rapid progress in the short term with their propulsion systems, I guess the only way I’ll make that trip is to hitch a ride on a visiting spaceship.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have a scar on my forehead that was more visible when I was young than it is now. I got it at the age of twelve when, riding my bike – I had a head-on collision with a truck. Needless to say, I came off second-best and I spent three days unconscious in hospital. I have another scar on my abdomen where I used black salve bloodroot paste to treat a skin cancer. I’ve always been a bit adventurous with trying alternatives and although I got a little nervous with the pain and the resulting crater it left behind when the plug came away, it healed up nicely, although it left a scar, mainly due to the size of the hole that had to heal. I think scars, both physical and emotional, are evidence of life trials that, if they don’t kill us, tend to make us stronger.

 

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Title: Aaden BlueStar – The Awakening

Author: David Gaughan

Genre: Sci-fi/Fantasy

Publisher: Astar Print

 

Book Blurb:

Never feeling quite at home in this world, an ordinary boy discovers his extraterrestrial heritage and superhuman powers when he is confronted by an alien foe. Discovering he is here on a time travel mission, his grip on reality is stretched when he realizes his father, who is running for President, is also not of this world. His best friend Fleur and his sister Tiffany are the only two he can confide in. Together with their extraterrestrial friends, they not only have to combat their alien foe, they also have to convince humanity to change their ways to prevent destroying their home through an environmental disaster. With climate change and extreme weather issues increasing in frequency and intensity, the clock is ticking!

 

Excerpt:

With the memories still fresh in his mind of the destruction of the alien craft in his trance the previous night, Aaden struggled to concentrate during the history lesson.

“Okay,” said Brian Masters, catching Aaden’s attention. “We’ve covered the main battle in today’s lesson, but not what led up to this. For your assignment, I want you to research the main events leading to this confrontation. I want that returned by tomorrow.”

‘No!’ Aaden thought in panic, staring at the teacher. ‘I need time to check out Tunguska.’

Masters, who had turned to clean the whiteboard, suddenly turned back and said, “No, you need time to check out Tunguska.”

As soon as he’d said the words, he immediately baulked. The shocked expression on his face showed that he’d had no intention of saying such a thing. Aaden was amazed that he’d repeated his very thoughts. The other students, who were all preparing to leave the room, stopped and looked at Masters.

“Tun … what?” said one of the students. “Is that a hint of what we need to research?”

“No!” said Masters quickly. “I … uh … I’m not sure where that came from.” He shook his head, as though to clear a confusing thought. “Ignore that. Have the assignment ready by tomorrow.”

The students went back to clearing their desks, preparing to leave. Aaden continued staring at Masters, amazed that the man had repeated the words he’d been thinking. He wasn’t sure whether it was some strange coincidence, so he decided to test it. He thought, ‘Make it two days for the assignment.’

Masters immediately said, “Make it two days for the assignment.”

Again, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, his jaw dropped with the surprise of having said them.

“Two days?” one of the students repeated. “Not tomorrow?”

Masters looked around the room, appearing somewhat stunned. The students had all stopped and were looking at him for confirmation.

“Yeesss …” he replied, looking strained. “You can have two days.”

Aaden struggled to conceal his glee. He thought, ‘On second thoughts, make it three days.’

Masters immediately repeated, “On second thoughts, make it three days.”

Astounded by what he’d just said, Masters immediately grabbed his satchel and fled the room. The students filed out after him, all smiles at having gained such leniency on the timing of their assignment.

Aaden was still coming to terms with what had just happened when Fleur joined him as they walked from the room.

“That’s a bonus,” she said. “Three days for the assignment – we only need one.”

“Hey!” said Aaden, raising his hands in mock submission. “Who’s complaining? Have you heard of Tunguska?”

Fleur gave a sideways glance. “Masters mentioned that – what is it?”

“Let’s go check it out in the library.”

“But Masters said it wasn’t anything to do with the assignment.”

Aaden’s eyes sparkled. “Let’s check it out anyway.”

With a shrug, she followed him to the library and watched as he did a search for ‘Tunguska event’ on the computer.

“1908!” Aaden gasped. “It happened over a century ago.”

Fleur leaned closer to the screen. “Who cares?”

Aaden shook his head. “I didn’t know it was so long ago. But it actually happened. I thought it was just a dream.”

Fleur pulled a face. “What?”

Aaden ignored her questioning stare. “Ah … nothing. Let’s see what they say about it.”

“Tunguska is in East Central Siberia,” said Fleur, reading the text. “This has nothing to do with our assignment. What’s so great about Tunguska?”

“I heard there was an explosion there.”

“So? There have been explosions all over the world throughout history.”

“This was a major blast … bigger than the atomic bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima.”

Fleur’s eyes widened. She looked closer at the screen. “No way! An atomic bomb in 1908?”

“Not an atomic bomb according to this info,” said Aaden, disappointed. “They think it was a meteorite.”

“There was no crater,” said Fleur, reading. “Meteorites are mainly rock, iron and nickel. Something that heavy would’ve made a massive crater. You reckon it was big enough for an explosion like an atom bomb. How can that be?”

“Because it wasn’t a meteorite,” said Aaden. The words were out before he could stop himself.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RIMSS6G

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00RIMSS6G

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00RIMSS6G

Paperback https://www.createspace.com/6550223

 

Author Biography:

Born on the same day and month as Mark Twain, this Sagittarius has always been the explorer, not only in world travel pursuits but also alternative fringe subjects. Having climbed the Great Pyramid of Cheops (and getting arrested doing so), some of his other world experiences included riding camels in the Sahara Desert, white-water rafting at the top of the Ganges river, fire walking on a weekend retreat, hot air ballooning in the Cappadocia Region in Turkey and visiting ashrams in Northern India. Much of David’s overseas travel has been fueled by his keen interest in metaphysical subjects.

 

Social Media Links:

Twitter https://twitter.com/authorgaughan

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13428937.David_Gaughan

Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B001KDZKOM

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/david.gaughan.967

 

 

Meet Lucia Davis and her Paranormal Mystery! #AuthorInterview #TuesdayBookBlog #books


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I love discovering new-to-me authors. I’m always on the lookout for fresh voices in publishing and when I first heard about Lucia Davis, I was intrigued. Her paranormal short story, The Baby on the Back Porch, is on my to-be-read bookshelf and when I asked for an interview, she agreed. So, please give a warm welcome to Lucia to the POTL blog and be sure to check out her debut novella. Take it away, Lucia:

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, I love how he tells a beautiful story, but it has such a deeper meaning.

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Gosh, I hope my books inspire authors. 🙂

 

 I think for me, women like Jane Austen or the Brontë sisters, who wrote in a time when women were not empowered within society, or even expected to write, are a great inspiration. They faced so much more scrutiny; to me they were in fact very brave women.

 

Writing is a creative process and it opens the door to criticism —which can be painful. Dealing with that can be difficult. So, when I need a little extra courage, I think of those women from the past.

 

Have you always liked to write?

Yes, but I didn’t have much time for in the past. I would always make up stories in my head though. It wasn’t until I decided to be more at home with the kids, that I had more time and started to write. It was quite spontaneous and felt very natural.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I read them. I typically don’t respond, although I very much appreciate reviews. I feel I should not interfere with the process of reviewing. It’s a little different if I know the reviewer is an author, I may respond with a thank you, as a courtesy. Bad reviews; if you look at books that are generally considered excellent or have received tons of great publicity, there are always people who do not like them. Books are personal. It’s a matter of taste. You can’t win them all.

 

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

Promoting.

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

Yes, but there is a sequel out now as well, The Charm of Lost Chances, in which Sara returns to Dunnhill and is faced with a new mystery.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

Not sure, I am thinking about writing a third and last sequel in the Dunnhill Series, and I am always working on some shorts and flash fiction for fun. We are expecting our third child, so we’ll see how it goes. I may be up to my elbows in diapers for a while…

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

So many. Seriously. And I have traveled a lot. But high on my list are Australia and New Zealand, I would love to visit those countries.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

That’s a hard question. Otters always seem to have a lot of fun…or else a bird? Flying would be neat.

 

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

Travel more 🙂

 

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

I was a bit of a tom boy. We had woods in our back yard and I was always out and about. My favorite toy? My imagination. I could play for hours lost in my own world. That and books (of course).

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

Sara, my books’ protagonist has dreams, but I really don’t dream all that crazy. I dream a bit more now that I am pregnant, but hardly ever remember them when I wake up. Haven’t dreamed yet I am giving birth to puppies, which is a good thing.

 

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Title: The Baby on the Back Porch

Author: Lucia N Davis

Genre: Paranormal, Mystery Novella

Publisher: Orange Vine Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

An old cabin, hidden in the forests of the Northern Cascades, has been a silent witness to mysterious events long forgotten. But sometimes the past has a way of resurfacing…

In search of solace after a personal tragedy, Sara Eriksson exchanges vibrant San Francisco for a small mountain village. Initially, everything at the cabin is just as she imagined: Her new surroundings are breathtaking, and her landlord, David, is kind and helpful. As soon as she’s left alone, however, Sara finds her new home is not quite as peaceful as she’d thought. First, she has an unwanted visitor. Then, an unsettling dream…

Sara pursues the leads presented to her, but she can’t solve the mystery on her own. It takes both Sara and David to uncover the truth about the past—and discover a connection they never expected.

 

 

Excerpt:

“Do you need anything else, Ms. Eriksson?” Sara’s new landlord, David Sanders, scrutinized her with an amused expression. He had just shown her the cabin and explained the specifics, after which she had signed the rental agreement. Sara guessed he was in his early thirties. He was quite good-looking in a rugged sort of way, with his light brown hair, stubble, and outdoorsy clothing.

 

It was obvious to Sara that David thought her to be completely out of place in this cabin. She had perhaps overdressed a little for the occasion, wearing a designer blue sweater dress that complimented her deep blue eyes, leggings, and high-heeled brown boots, making her even taller than normal. She had to admit she did not look like she belonged in this rural mountain village. Her eyes glanced over David’s sturdy boots; the thought of donning similar footwear generated a surprisingly deep yearning for her beloved San Francisco.

 

“No, that will be all, Mr. Sanders. Thank you for your help,” she said coolly.

 

“You’re very welcome. Please, call me David. And don’t hesitate to call if you run into any issues with the house.”

 

“I won’t. Run into any issues, I mean. And it’s Sara.” She smiled politely.

 

“Sara it is. Have a nice day, Sara.” And with a quick wave he walked out the door.

 

After the roar of his pickup truck had died away, Sara busied herself with the coffeemaker. It was still early and she was due for her caffeine fix. Here she was, Sara Eriksson, twenty-eight years old, in the middle of the Northern Cascades, far away from all the big city noises and distractions, and most importantly, anything that might trigger painful memories. She was rather pleased with the little cabin she had found in this charming old mining village known as Dunnhill. It was built in the 1950s, but had been recently renovated and outfitted with everything she needed. There was no Internet connection, but then, she’d come here to write. Quiet and seclusion were what she had been looking for. Granted, there was a larger resort village close by, where she could access recreation and luxury at her leisure. Dunnhill, however, was just far enough away to leave her little cabin secluded on the outskirts of the village proper, quite by itself.

 

She pulled her wavy blond hair in a ponytail, poured herself a cup of the fresh coffee, and went to the solid wooden desk by the window overlooking the back yard. It seemed like an excellent spot for writing. She unpacked her computer and notebook and sat down behind the desk, admiring the view. The patch of grass outside glistened with drops of dew, the sun transforming it into a magical sparkling carpet. Some wildflowers were already blooming, supplying dabs of color amidst the fresh green. Around the clearing, solemn evergreen trees towered, swaying lightly in the breeze. The sunlight filtering through their feathery branches was playful, always moving, creating a dance of shadow and light. Floating dust particles reflected by the sun created the illusion of warmth, and deceivingly suggested the crisp morning air had already dissipated.

 

Sara wrinkled her nose and took a purposeful whiff of her coffee. The cabin had not seen frequent use, judging by the musty smell that lingered throughout the house. She opened the window, and along with the fresh air, the sounds of the back yard flooded in. Chirping birds resonantly celebrated the spring. Somewhere in the distance, a creek was softly murmuring. She sighed. This was perfect! As she took it all in, the thought appeared before she even noticed it forming.

 

Dad would have loved to photograph this.

 

A sharp pang gripped her chest. She rubbed her eyes, suddenly feeling drained. She was so tired of grieving. How long before these uninvited thoughts stopped making her so sad?

She opened her computer to take her mind off her sorrow; emptying her suitcase would have to wait. Soon she was absorbed in her new project, typing on and off while occasionally pausing to sip her coffee. Oblivious to her surroundings, she failed to notice when the birds abruptly stopped chattering and everything grew eerily quiet.

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01I24QO6Y

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30973910-the-baby-on-the-back-porch

 

Author Biography:

Lucia Davis is the author of The Dunnhill Series 1 and 2. The Baby on the Back Porch, a novelette, introduces the reader to Sara Eriksson and explains how she ends up in Dunnhill, leading to the mysterious things happening at her new cabin. In the novella The Charm of Lost Chances, Sara returns to Dunnhill, where again, she is faced with a new mystery from the past.

 

Lucia Davis lives in Michigan with her husband and two children. She loves traveling and has visited many countries over the years, experiencing different cultures and landscapes. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, hiking and doing yoga.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: www.luciadavis.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Lucia-N-Davis-477368475766993/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/LuciaNDavis

 

Meet @RobShackleford and his New Release, Traveller Inceptio #books #SFF #amreading


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As many of you know, I love reading historical fiction. The reason? I love learning about history through the eyes of people who experienced it.  History comes alive, if well-researched and well-written. I first met Rob Shackleford a few months ago and was instantly intrigued. I convinced him to sit down with me for an honest interview. I’d ask some pretty tough questions and he’d have to answer them. It’s my great pleasure to introduce Rob Shackleford to the POTL Blog. Please give him a warm welcome. Take it away, Rob:

 

What is your writing process?

Perhaps the most important part of my process is research. My story involves detailed descriptions of the English Saxon world of around 11th Century. It also involves the Special Forces troops who are sent there. This has meant intensive research into both areas, ie History and the military. When it came to the 11th Century Saxon community, I had to learn what they ate, what were their attitudes to religion, what their homes were like, how they dressed, even their attitudes towards sex. Everything had to be researched to make the story stand up to any sort of scrutiny, especially scholarly scrutiny. Only then can the story be told with any degree of reliability.

 

Once the research was completed in the areas I targeted, the story could unfold. Many times I discovered I was writing the narrative in a direction I didn’t realise it would take. That then required more research. In my attempt to make the story as realistic as possible, the story involved some surprising developments, that is, it was surprising to me.

 

Once the story was told, I went back to rewrite, to improve grammar, description, and then develop speaking parts, which allowed for more character development and fine tuning of the events in the story.

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

I have always enjoyed the mind-broadening aspects of great science fiction works, so some of the classic authors such as H. G. Wells, Arthur Clarke, Robert Heinlein and Frank Herbert are just a few of the many who allowed me to submerge into bold new worlds and ideas. I have grown to better appreciate the difference between great storytelling from authors such as Stephen king, to true wordsmiths who paint a portrait with their breathtaking language, one who comes to mind is Yann Martel for the Life of Pi.

 

Other inspirations are found in islands of Robert Louis Stevenson, the humour of Mark Train, the insight of George Orwell, the razor-sharp social commentary of Jack Kerouac, to name but a few authors who changed the world.

 

I would be remiss not to mention J. K. Rolling and her epic Harry Potter tales, a legend in market adaptation and commercial success.

 

While I feebly aspire to develop my own creative writing skills, I opt to be a story teller, hopefully a great one. One day, I hope the two will merge.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Being an author is a tough gig. It takes time and lots of dedication. Most of all it takes belief in yourself, which can be the most challenging task of all. Think of it as a professional sportsperson. Sometimes one is discovered and shoots to the top of the charts, but most of the time any success is through the good, old fashioned hard slog. Even then, luck, or shall I say good fortune, is a part of being discovered.

 

Like most of the arts today, such as the music industry, or art, the process is so much tougher, so much longer. The days of million-dollar first book contracts are long gone.

 

With today’s technology we are so very fortunate to see the emergence of great authors, whether they are best sellers or not. The biggest challenge is to get your work out there, make it shine, and then do the marketing and get exposure. But don’t despair. Write your novel or your poetry. Give birth to your dream, and then learn and go through the process that the world requires of you. Even if you bring delight and inspiration to only one other, it will be worth it.

 

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

It seems I am a bit of both. I have the book’s broad structure in my head and then I develop the characters and chapters one step at a time. I need the broad structure so as to not ramble, but sometimes the story heads in a direction that surprises me. I don’t think it’s ghost writing. At least I hope it isn’t. It’s just describing the responses of humans placed in challenging situations.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

Traveller Inceptio – which means “Beginning” in Latin, as spoken by the clergy in 11th Century England, lends itself to a sequel.

 

I have almost completed the first draft for Traveller Probo, which means ‘to inquire or prove’. All I can suggest is that the success of the English Traveller missions receives intense international attention and envy, causing nations to compete to engage in their own missions to send their own Travellers 1000 years into the past. It’s like a space-race, only a lot cheaper and easier.

 

But is this a wise course of action?  Who can say?

 

Traveller Probo examines the social and political consequences of the English Saxon mission, and how more missions are planned to send more Special Forces historical researchers to the world of 1000 years ago.

 

 

What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told?

Once when working for the media they wanted someone who had driven racing cars to participate in a media race event. Though I was never any kind of media star, I fibbed and said I had the experience and was given the gig. On race-day, I couldn’t even change the gears, but once I was shown I did quite well, as none of the other media participants dared drive fast. I did bounce off the walls a few times and won the race, though the car owner wasn’t pleased as there were bold, new scratches down the side of his nicely painted yellow race-car.

 

It was, I must say, a worthwhile fib.

 

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Didn’t hurt a bit – after having my teeth ground without anesthetic for caps by a dentist in India. I aged 5 years and dropped 2 kilos from sweat.

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

Crystallized Ginger, and Licorice (the British type). If you bring that stuff around, don’t expect me to share.

 

What literary character is most like you?

As a kid I was a bit like Tom Sawyer in that I managed to get things … done. When I was about 8 years old I recall being picked on by a kid, so I enlisted the abilities of a big, not too bright kid I barely knew to go into battle for me. They both got into trouble for fighting on the parade ground just as school parade was about to start. I was never picked on again.
My Teacher saw what had happened and, without me knowing, had a chat to my parents. Years later they told me about it. My dad thought it was the funniest thing ever.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

A cat owned by my partner. She spoils that creature rotten. All I would have to do is avoid being gelded at the vet.

 

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

Here’s a few: See a tornado, Scuba dive with sharks – me in a shark cage that is, climb a live volcano, hike a glacier.

 

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Title: Traveller Inceptio

Author: Rob Shackleford

Genre: Science Fiction, Historical, Action

Publisher: Book Baby – E Publishing only.

 

Book Blurb:

If you were sent a thousand years into the past, would you survive?

 

With the accidental development of the Transporter, university researchers determine that the device sends any subject one thousand years into the past.

 

Or is it to a possible past?

 

The enigmatic Transporter soon becomes known as a Time Machine, but with limitations.

 

An audacious research project is devised to use the Transporter to investigate Medieval Saxon England, when a crack international team of Special Services soldiers undergo intensive training for their role as historical researchers.

 

The special researchers, called Travellers, are to be sent into what is a very dangerous period in England’s turbulent past.

 

From the beaches of Australia to the forests of Saxon England, Traveller – Inceptio reveals how Travellers soon learn that they need more than combat skills and modern technology to survive the trails of early 11th Century life.

 

 

Excerpt:

Michael makes a chance meeting upon a lonely monk in the depths of the English forest.

The monk stood before Michael and wept in an open-mouthed cry that looked unlike grief or fear but looked more like … joy? He didn’t appear to be as afraid for his life as one would have thought when confronted by an armed man in the depths of the forest.

 

To make matters even more disconcerting, he moved forward until his face was but a hand’s breadth away from Michael. There was an impression of rotten teeth and bad breath, an almost a physical assault from which he immediately recoiled. Many of the monk’s teeth were missing. Obviously, he rarely shaved as his face was covered with stubble that could have been blonde or grey, so the man’s age was almost impossible to determine. Thick, grey hairs and pocked blackheads decorated the end of his bulbous nose as pale grey eyes gazed adoringly up at the newcomer. As the monk wept, Michael froze uncomfortably.

 

Without warning, the monk moved as if to give Michael a hug and it was all he could do to fend the smaller man off with raised hands. Thankfully the small man stopped at the last moment. There was no desire for any close contact with the damp wool that stank heavily. Quickly Michael scanned his surrounds as he realised this monk would be a perfect distraction for brigands, for he was completely immobilised by the man’s emotional reaction. As he watched aghast, the sobbing monk sank slowly to his knees while his tearful eyes never left Michael’s face. Tears poured down his weathered, whiskered cheeks and soon the childlike weeping began to distress. Michael had seen weeping in many places; weeping of mothers for sons, of fathers for children, but nothing quite as mysterious as this. He crouched in front of the monk and reached to touch the man’s grubby hands, his other hand still on his short-sword, just in case.

 

As he reached out, his hand was grasped and held by the monk’s hard, heavily veined hands with swollen arthritic knuckles, hands obviously aggravated by a life of hard physical labour. Before he could react, the monk kissed his hand passionately. He felt the bristly face and a damp slobber of snot and his initial reaction to pull away. He uncomfortably patted the monk’s shoulder and made soothing noises before he retrieved his hand and stood as he encouraged the other to rise. More kisses were threatened, so he hurriedly addressed the monk in Latin, supposing he could speak the lingua franca of clergy throughout Christendom. “Peace be unto you brother,” he said as he gave his slobbered hand a tactful wipe on the seat of his breaches.

 

“And to you” was the automatic sobbed response. There was an accent and the words were understood though, at first, difficult to decipher.

 

“What is your name?” asked Michael.

 

“My name?” the monk asked in a daze as if stunned at such a question. “Oeric, Lord, Brother Oeric,” he replied quietly as he briefly averted his eyes.

 

“Oeric. Greetings Brother Oeric my name is ..” and he paused. He knew it was best to provide his name in a format best suited to the local language. “My name is Michael.” He pronounced it ‘Meekal’ to give the pronunciation that he assumed would suit.

 

At the name, Brother Oeric wailed loudly and again placed his trembling, worn hands over his face. Before Michael could react, the man again fell to his knees and bent to place his face on the leaf litter. Michael again scanned the surrounding forest uncomfortably.

 

Indeed, they were alone.

 

He knelt and awkwardly patted the prostrate Brother Oeric on the shoulder. “Oeric, Brother Oeric, is something wrong? Why do you weep? Come now, stand and tell me, what is the matter?”

 

After a titanic struggle, Brother Oeric managed to retain some control. Rising to his knees he wiped his freely running nose and eyes on the cloth that hung over his chest, a simple square of wool with a head hole that was his scapula, designed to protect his long brown tunic. Michael noted the silver line of snot and decided that if another hug was attempted, that was good enough reason to keep the monk at arm’s-length. Brother Oeric wore a simple, one-piece robe of rough, raw, dark-brown wool that enabled him to blend effectively with the forest. Attached to his scapula was a cowl or large hood to offer protection from snow or rain in a fashion similar to the hood Michael wore on his own cloak. Michael watched the small man clutch his shaking hands together in a moment of muttered prayer before he looked up again. “Lord I give thanks that you are here”, he said with eyes that were again downcast. He paused and gazed adoringly at Michael, a look that was supposed to be a quick glance but which ended in a stare akin to wonder.

 

 

 

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Author Biography:

An English-born Australian, Rob Shackleford has lived in New Zealand and Papua New Guinea, with a varied career that has included Customs Officer, Scuba Instructor, College Teacher and management roles in too many places.

With degrees in the Arts and Business, he is mad keen on travel, Scuba diving, Family History, martial arts, astronomy, and playing Djembe and Congas.

Rob is father of two and lives on the Gold Coast.

 

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Meet RONA-Shortlisted Author @Hywela_Lyn and her #Books! #TuesdayBookBlog #romance #scifi


Hywela Lyn

 

One of the perks of being in the publishing industry is I get to meet authors from all over the world. I first met Hywela Lyn in 2016 when she requested a book review. An author from Wales, she and I instantly clicked (we have family from Wales). She’s one of the nicest women I’ve ever met and her stories stick with you long after you’ve read the last page. She agreed to sit down with me (MRS N) for a candid interview. It’s my great pleasure to introduce Hywela Lyn. So please give her a warm POTL Blog welcome. Take it away, Hywela:

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

 

Names are very important for me – my characters become living, breathing people in my own mind, so it is important that their names reflect who they are. Often they come to me with their name already – Jess or Jestine Darnell from ‘Starquest’ is a good example. Previously I had never particularly liked the name Jess, but when she ‘told’ me she was called Jess, I realised that it really suited her, and I love the name now. I knew it was short for something, although I also knew it was not Jessica, and then I realised that ‘Jestine’, a slight variation of the name Justine was perfect, although she rarely uses it, preferring the shortened form. ‘Children Of The Mist’, the second book in trilogy,  is set on the imaginary planet ‘Niflheim’, named after the land of cold and mist of Norse legends, because much of the planet is covered in ice and snow and a perpetual mist, although the inhabited areas are more temperate. It followed that the settlers of this planet would naturally name their children after characters in Nordic legend, so apart from one or two exceptions, most of the characters are named after the Scandinavian gods or mythical places. In ‘Beloved Enemy’ Kerry Marchant (another character who came to mind ready named) is the lead character after being a secondary character in Starquest’. Cat (Catrina) has Irish in her background although this is not specifically mentioned in the novel, so somehow I knew O’Brian was her surname although for reasons of her own she uses ‘Kincaid’ but Cat seemed just right for her, and as she says herself, she’s no pussycat ‘this cat has claws’ but she also has a heart which she tries very hard to hide.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

 

Finishing my first book and getting it published! It took me a long time to polish it enough to feel it was ready to submit to a publisher, but it was worth all the hard work.

 

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

 

I’ve always made up stories in my head and I can’t imagine not wanting to write, but I’ve always loved horses, since I was a small child. I really wanted to work at a riding stable, but was dissuaded from doing so by my headmaster, who insisted there was ‘no money in it’, as if money was more important than loving one’s work, or job satisfaction! So I allowed myself to be persuaded to take up office administration as a career. It did enable me to earn enough money to buy my first horse, and in retrospect it was not a bad career move, since I learnt to touch type and find my way around a computer, which came in really useful when I decided to actually start writing down my stories and send them to magazines, before branching out into writing a full length novel which started me on my writing career, although I did have to wait until I retired from full time work to actually have my first novel published!  In the years I worked in an office, I did manage to spend a lot of time with my horses though, and did long distance endurance riding in the beautiful mountains of Wales. Many a writing plot has been hatched while on the back of a horse!

 

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

 

A bit of both, I think.  I always know how a book is going to end, although the ending may change by the time I actually get there, but I need to have something to work towards.  I write rough ‘chapter headings’ with perhaps a few lines beneath of the important scenes or turning points in the chapter. I will invariably have more chapters to add, but my rough outline acts as a guide.  I allow my characters to tell me how the story progresses, and they often stray from the outline – sometimes I will argue with them but I usually find they are right!

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

 

My first published book was ‘Starquest’. It started as a short story, and was supposed to be a ‘one off’. However by the end, I knew there would be a sequel ‘Children Of The Mist’, and after mulling it over for a few years I finally wrote the third book in what has become the Destiny Trilogy, ‘Beloved Enemy’. Each book is complete in itself although featuring some of the same characters and I was thrilled when ‘Beloved Enemy’ was shortlisted for the Romance Novelists Association RoNA awards, 2017

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

 

My publisher put out a call for a ‘Friendly ghost’ story, so that’s what I’m working on at the moment. It is set in Wales, on a pony stud, so I’m able to incorporate my other love into the story.

 

Do you write naked?

 

No, LOL – the British climate is far too chilly most of the year, and in the winter, even with the central heating on I like to have my woolly sweater and jeans! In the summer, I might write in just a teeshirt and shorts, but you never know when a visitor might call and I don’t want to frighten the neigbours!

 

Have you ever gotten into a fight?

 

Only once, when I was at school. A slightly older girl kept picking on me and hitting me, she didn’t really hurt me. But she was much bigger than I was and I was quite scared of her. One day something snapped and I hit her back. After a few exchanged blows, she backed off and never bothered me again. Although I am not keen on violence it did teach me that bullies are cowards and if you stand up to them they will often show their true colours.

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

 

I don’t smoke and only drink a glass or two of wine, on special occasions. My biggest vice is chocolate. I’m a chocoholic. I can easily devour a large bar in one go and a box of chocolates only lasts a few days – if it’s lucky! I can resist anything except chocolate and my ‘secret’ stash is rapidly depleted once I start raiding it!

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

To be able to fly. It must be amazing to soar effortlessly in the sky and see the landscape from above. I watch the red kites hovering above the paddocks where I keep my two horses and marvel how they stay airborne so effortlessly.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

 

That would have to be a horse – my favourite animal. I would love to be a graceful Arabian, able to run like the wind!

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

 

I have a scar running half way down the little finger of my right hand. This happened many years ago when I was in my late teens helping out at a friend’s riding school.  I was running late and after  picking up a ‘leading rein’ from the tackroom, I realised it was not actually a leading rein, but a long leather strap with a hook on each end. I attached one end to the bridle of the pony I was leading and most of the ride went uneventfully, until the pony suddenly stopped and my horse shot forward – the rein slid through my hand and the hook sliced through a piece of my finger, which ended up with me having with a trip to A & E and several stitches. (Luckily my friend was with me and able to take the pony I was leading, whiIe I rode one handed back to the farm.) I learnt a valuable lesson about being too hasty – if I had only taken an extra few seconds more to get the correct lead rein I would have saved myself a lot of pain and trauma!

 

 Beloved Enemy

 

Title: Beloved Enemy (Volume 3 of the Destiny Trilogy)

Author: Hywela Lyn

Genre:  Science Fiction Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Blurb:

Cat Kincaid is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge.

 

Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. However, the beautiful, red haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.

 

Marooned on an inhospitable planet, they need to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction. But how can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again, and she made a solemn pledge to destroy him?

 

(Although every story in the trilogy features some of the same characters, each book can be read as a ‘stand alone’ novel.)

 

 

Excerpt:

Carefully slicing open the tunic, she checked the wound in his chest. Deep and jagged, it seemed to be only a flesh wound and probably nothing vital was damaged, although it still bled profusely. She ran the instrument over the injury, amazed to see the blood clot, and a rapid regrowth of new skin form over it. In a few seconds, it healed almost completely. His shoulder had also sustained severe lacerations in addition to the vivid purple bruises forming on the skin. She repeated the operation with the device. The bruises faded and the torn flesh knitted together barely leaving a scar.

 

 

She replaced the knife in her belt, and in a deft movement pulled her hair back and knotted the scarf around it once more. “Impressive. How d’you feel?”

 

 

“It seems I will survive,” he said in the slow precise tones that made his voice so distinctive.

“Thank you,” he added, almost as an afterthought. He reached for the bio-regenerator and stashed it back in his pocket. His face gained some colour, and a minute or two later, he was unrecognizable from the man she’d found wounded and bleeding a short while ago.

 

 

“What is that, anyway—what did you call it—a bio-regenerator?”

 

 

“Exactly. It does, as you see, precisely what you would expect, including destroying any toxins or bacteria present in the wound.”

 

 

She inclined her head as she considered his words. “It’s not Terran.” She meant it as an observation rather than a question.

 

 

“The technology was given to us by a race called the Phidians.”

 

 

“I’ve heard of them. Their advances in medicine are well known.” She looked up at the heavens. “About time we got away from here. Night isn’t too far off by the look of that sky.” The light faded perceptibly while they spoke and the air took on a noticeable chill after the earlier oppressive heat.

 

 

“What about our ‘friends’?” He turned his head and looked in the direction of the rocks where the assailants of a few minutes before let loose the last salvo of blaster fire.

 

 

She put the tri-dee-viewer to her eyes again and scanned the area. “There’s no sign of life over there. They must all be dead or badly injured. They’d have shot at us again if they were still capable.”

 

 

“Unless they are waiting for us to show ourselves, so they can pick us off more easily,” Kerry said. He made as if to stand, and in an instant, she drew her pistol. “Like I said before, no sudden moves. Get up—slowly.”

 

 

“So you are making me a prisoner?”

 

 

“Not exactly, but I’m not stupid enough to take any risks.”

 

 

He rose to his feet, his gaze not leaving her gunhand. Several inches taller than her, broad shouldered and slim, he presented a commanding figure. His expression froze as his gaze homed in on the insignia on her breast pocket, his eyes like chips of blue ice.

 

 

“You work for the Union.”

 

 

“I work for myself.”

 

 

“Then why are you wearing the insignia of the Global Union of Earth and Allied Planets?”

 

 

“I have a license to requisition any enemy ship trespassing in the sectors of space over which they hold dominion.”

 

 

“A licensed pirate in the pay of the Global Union.” Kerry’s eyes showed outright contempt. She almost preferred the icy coolness.

 

 

“I prefer to think of myself as a freelancer—doing a service.”

 

 

His expression did not change, although he did change tack. “You could have left me to die—or just shot me. Why didn’t you?”

 

 

“Call it a personality flaw. I don’t like abandoning someone who’s wounded even to save my own skin. And I don’t kill in cold blood. If I have to shoot someone, I’d rather they were facing me with their eyes open.” Even if I did swear to leave their dead body for the Union to use in their hideous experiments. Keep it casual. Don’t let him guess what’s really in your mind.

 

 

To her amazement, he smiled the most devastating smile she’d ever seen, made even more remarkable because he didn’t look as if he did it very often.

 

 

“My own philosophy as it happens. It seems almost a pity we are on opposite sides.”

 

 

“Opposite sides?”

 

 

“I have no love for the Union. That puts us on opposite sides, even if you are just a pirate, doing their dirty work for them.”

 

 

She gave him her best withering look. “Fine. And just because I decided to save your hide, don’t get any ideas. We don’t have to like each other.”

 

 

Buy Links:

AMAZON U.S. http://www.amazon.com/Beloved-Enemy-Destiny-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B01BBCBYCS

 

AMAZON U.K. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hywela-Lyn/e/B002BMBXH4/

 

THE WILD ROSE PRESS: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=138

 

 

Author Biography:

Hywela Lyn lives in a small village in England, with her long-suffering husband Dave, although her heart remains in her native rural Wales.

 

Although most her writing tends to be futuristic, the worlds she creates are usually untainted by crowded cities and technology, embracing the beauty and wildness of nature.

 

Her first novel, ‘Starquest’, a futuristic romance released by the Wild Rose Press was followed by a sequel ‘Children Of The Mist’. Her recently released third novel ‘Beloved Enemy’, continues what has now become a series known as ‘The Destiny Trilogy’. She has also written a fantasy novella ‘Dancing With Fate’ and has had several short stories published in UK magazines,

 

She is a member of The Romance Novelists’ Association (UK) and Chiltern Writers, her local writing group.

 

A keen animal lover, when she is not writing, she can usually be found enjoying the outdoors with the horses and dog – or just eating chocolate!

 

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.hywelalyn.co.uk

 

Blog: www.hywelalyn.blogspot.com

 

Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/Hywela-Lyn/e/B002BMBXH4/

 

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/HywelaLynAuthor/?pnref=lhc

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Hywela_Lyn

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Hywela-Lyn

Author Spotlight: @CadenceDenton and Her Delicious Wicked Palate Series #cozymystery #IARTG


cadence-denton

 

For me, writing is like marriage.

 

When I begin a new project/series I’ll admit I get excited. I get goosebumps, feel flushed, and daydream about the story, the setting, the characters. * Sigh * That is the courtship phase of writing.

 

Then there’s the honeymoon phase. You know, the early planning, the mapping out of story threads, plotting twists and scenes. Here is where synopses of scenes are born. However, they are fleshed out in the next phase.

 

The actual writing process comes after the honeymoon phase—it’s the nuts-and-bolts, give-and-take of my writing marriage. I always work out my story’s beginning and ending before I begin to write. Usually, I’m a linear writer—one who goes from beginning to end. If I get stuck (and I always get stuck), I will change directions and work from the story’s end back to the beginning. It’s like injecting a bit of spontaneity into a relationship. It shakes up the writing log jam.

 

When I finally finish the first draft, I transition into edit mode. Think of editing as the old married couple with their reading glasses propped on their noses, the wife with her cross stitch in her lap and her husband clutching the day’s newspaper. It’s like you know you love your story, you’re just not in love. Sometimes the editing phase can seem to go on and on and on, still it’s worth it—just like doing the work to keep your marriage afloat. Remember, anything worth keeping takes work. Believe me, after eight published books, I tell myself this often.

 

 

Who am I?

 

I’m an odd mixture of one-part dreamer, one part realist, and two parts stubborn–which can be a positive thing if you’re a writer. Not content to write in just one genre, I write dark paranormal romance, time travel, light science fiction, romantic comedy, and gritty romantic thrillers. Told you I was stubborn (that and a little crazy!). Besides, doing the same thing day after day can become boring and we can do with a little less boring, right?

 

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Midnight Delight ebook web size

 

Title Midnight Delight, Book One in the Wicked Palate Series

Author Cadence Denton

Genre Cozy Mystery, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

 

Book Blurb

Call me Contessa. Forget my name, you couldn’t pronounce it. I’m a professional chef—actually, I’m the LeBron James of chefs. Bobby Flay, Gordon Ramsay even Julia Childs have all been my students, and that’s just a few. I’ve probably forgotten more about the culinary arts than any chef alive has learned. I was in the thick of things when today’s conventional culinary techniques were first being developed. You ever used the three basic steps in dicing an onion? Prego. That was me. Ever heard of clarified butter? Bingo. Me again.

 

How can that be? I was born in Genoa, Italy in the year of our Lord 1642. That’s right. I’m an Eternal, a creature of darkness, a vampire…and I’m obsessed by what I cannot eat. Food.

 

Ironically, I’m the star of my very own cooking show on the Foodie Culinary Channel. My dream job! Where I get to create the recipes I adore and share them with my audience and one lucky dinner guest. Which is where my troubles began. And will end.

 

I was caught partaking the red jungle juice from the neck of my dinner date. I was threatened, attacked with Holy water, and finally blackmailed by my mild-mannered joke of an Associate Producer. As it turns out, she isn’t so mild-mannered.

 

Now I have two choices: turn her into a child of darkness or risk exposure to the human world.

 

I’m thinking there’s a third choice. His name is Rocco Guadagnino.

 

Excerpt

It’s funny what runs through your mind when facing death. You know the old saying about your life passing before your eyes? Well, that’s just a crock. At least it was for me.

If my life was a movie reel to play out on the Megaplex screen of my mind then Death had best opt for the jumbo bucket of popcorn and Big Gulp-sized soda because we’ll be here a while.

You see, I was born in Genoa, Italy in the year of our lord 1642 and unless I miss my guess, Death, in the form of the stern looking young man straddling my hips and holding a jagged piece of pine to my throat, wasn’t prepared to wait for the opening credits to roll. The cheapskate. He could have at least sprung for hardwood. It’s not that the visual wasn’t bad enough but what dominated my thoughts was the simple fact that it had been words—mere syllables, consonants, and vowels—that brought me to this point.

Not an excess of words. Not a War and Peace amount of words. Three words to be precise. Just three little words. How had they gone from I want you to Die, vampire bitch?

It was easy, really. Too damn easy. And it all started with a marinara sauce.

 

Buy Links

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Hungry Like A Wolf

 

Title Hungry Like the Wolf, Book Two in the Wicked Palate Series

Author Cadence Denton

Genre Cozy Mystery, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

 

Book Blurb

With her racist rant going viral, Foodie Network star, Marla Sheen aka America’s favorite grandmother, was having a bad week. Marla didn’t know what the fuss was about. She’d only spoken the truth—humans are inferior to lupo manaren. The problem is the human world knows nothing about werewolves, red drinkers, or any of the other Shadowlands citizens. When her attempts at damage control blow up in her face, she decides that appearing on the Dr. Bill show may not have been the best move, but hey, what else can possibly go wrong?

 

A whole lot as it happens.

 

The Captain, her mate and co-Alpha, is challenged for pack leadership by a much younger male and winds up in the hospital. A prickly wizard is sent in by the Shadowlands Congress to make certain Marla doesn’t out the supernatural community, and a man-stealing Jezebel of an ex-best friend shows up at her door. And that’s just the beginning.

 

When Marla turns to her friend, Contessa, for help, she discovers the Contessa is a continent away and has troubles of her own.

 

Excerpt

“What is it now, Eugene?” I snapped, the tears vanishing like a Death Valley mirage.

“Did you even read the script, Nana?” He asked tugging off his glasses.

“Gosh darn-it, Eugene! Yes, I read the danged script but with all this…” I swung an arm wide and gave my head a toss encompassing the cameraman, sound man, and the other hangers on, “foolishness I’ve been a little distracted. I mean, what did I do that was so wrong? I didn’t fire a handicapped person. I didn’t bad mouth the President. Please tell me, what did I do that warrants me giving a world-wide apology?”

“Really, Nana? You were caught in the middle of a racist rant. Even worse, the video of your rant was leaked to TMZ and Radar Online and is playing non-stop on CNN and MSNBC.”

“Poo!” I said rolling my eyes. “I only spoke the truth. Compared to the lupo manaren, humans are an inferior race. Their senses of smell, sight, hearing, and taste are equal to a slug’s. Don’t frown. You know it’s true!”

He cast a glance over his shoulder, and said, “I know Nana, but the humans…”

“Are a nasty, smelly race,” I finished in my because I said so tone.

Eugene plowed both hands through his hair as though he wanted to rip it out and said through gritted teeth, “You’re angry because a human chef won the Culinary Arts Outstanding Chef Award.”

I growled—an involuntary reflex in a lupo manaro when threatened or sassed by a young pup that needed his pants dusted. He knew that was a sore subject for me. He also knew we were in mixed company and was thus safe from said dusting of pants.

Sniffing, I smoothed a wrinkle from my skirt. “The award should have been mine—Stuart Poser stole it from me. He bribed the judges.”

Eugene clapped a hand to his mouth. “He did?” He gasped.

“Well, he must have,” I hedged casting him a sullen gaze from beneath my lashes. “It was the only way he could possibly win.”

 

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Book Three in the Wicked Palate coming Summer 2017

 

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Meet Gabriel Bocapa and His Humorous Eating Ice Cream in Armageddon #books #FridayReads


Love Dark Comedic Fiction? We do, too, and when we first met Gabriel Bocapa, we knew we were in for a treat. His Eating Ice Cream in Armageddon series is hilarious and we highly recommend it (book one is only $.97). Anyway, Mrs. N sat down with Gabriel for an interview and discovered interesting tidbits about him. So, please give Gabriel a warm POTL Blog welcome. Take it away, Gabriel:

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Franza Kafka, Edgar Allan Poe.

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

Jake Gyllenhal as Michael and Priyanka Chopra as Halima

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

 

I think the name for the titles of the books are very important. I chose the name Eating Ice Cream in Armageddon as a commentary on the idea that we live in a global world: We can see wars going on, destruction and suffering at the touch of a fingertip (internet, television) yet at the same we can be sitting in a mall eating ice cream. There is more to the title for this book than this, and if you read it and read carefully you might get more of the picture.

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

It’d either have to be Conspiracy Theories Unveiled or Eating Ice Cream in Armageddon.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

In Hollywood making Eating Ice Cream in Armageddon into a movie.

Have you always liked to write?

Yes.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Don’t be afraid to write what you want. If someone doesn’t like your writing, who cares. They might just not get it.

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

I would be a scientist.

Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?

I would say any sex scene would be difficult for me to write. Since I’ve never really done it myself.

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

I’ve written several books including “The Mansion” which is a collection of dark dystopian stories, and Love and Paranoia which is about a man with schizophrenia who goes on a journey to find love.

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I’m currently working on a book about a schizophrenic superhero.

What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told?

Telling my mom I was sick but in reality I wanted to play Mega Man X on Super Nintendo.

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

No drugs. Just Drinking Milk Teas and Eating Ice Cream.

What secret talents do you have?

Breakdancing.

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

Europe.

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

I was a shy child, yet considered very bright. I taught myself to read at the age of 4. I liked to play puzzles while others were watching t.v.  On the other hand, I was never good with my hands. I was never good at sports, tools, or crafts. My skills were always more on an abstract plane.

Eating Ice Cream

         

Title Eating Ice Cream in Armageddon: with Letters from the Fourth Reich

Author  Gabriel Bacopa

Genre  Dark Comedy, Comedic Fiction, Short Stories

 

Book Blurb

Have a laugh and cry with these three 21st century stories:

A Day with the Professor: Yale’s most prestigious and brilliant philosophy professor must take a day off work, and an eccentric yet possibly insanely brilliant man takes his place.

Eating Ice cream in Armageddon: A tale of sadness, adventure, and despair, when a man and a teenage girl he is fond of must survive World War 3 Together.

“Quite possibly the only teenage romance set during World War 3”

Letters from the Fourth Reich: A man sends letters to his love in Germany while trying to survive the tyrannical rule of the new Dictator-President Pump.

Excerpt

 

Buy Links

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Eating-Ice-Cream-Armageddon-Letters-ebook/dp/B01MYUYEBM

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33225045-eating-ice-cream-in-armageddon

 

Author Biography

Gabriel Bacopa grew up in Southern California to a Palestinian Father and Israeli mother. He is the author of The Mansion and Love and Paranoia.

 

Social Media Links

Website/Blog: https://gabrielbacopa.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/gabrielbacopa/

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Gabriel-Bacopa/e/B01M1N7L45

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Meet Iris Sweetwater @irisissweet1 and Sizzling Texas Roze #romance #amreading


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Today, it’s our absolute pleasure to introduce you to Iris Sweetwater. She’s a romance/fantasy/paranormal author and a fun person, too. We met via Twitter and MRS N can’t wait to read her latest release, Texas Roze. She agreed to sit down with MRS N for an interview and we think you’ll agree when we say you should check out her writing. So please give a warm welcome to Iris. Take it away, Iris:

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

It is very hard to choose. I think you know that as an author, I am also a book lover. I have read so many. I am going to stick to three in particular, though I think I won’t be the only one using these. 🙂

  • JK Rowling: Obviously, she has the ultimate career, and I can’t say I wouldn’t want that. However, there is much more about her that inspires me. I had to write a paper about her for school about 12 years ago, and I found out so amazing things. She was at the lowest of lows as a single mother who had nothing when she first started writing Harry Potter, and it took a long time to get recognized and get a book deal. She went through a lot of struggles and still came out in top, and she is a nice and brilliant person.

 

  • Jane Austen: This is the ultimate woman in writing romance. Even though her settings speak of a time I didn’t live in, I feel a lot of her themes are still relevant today. And let’s face it, her male characters are the best to base any man you write about on.

 

  • Holly Black: She is not afraid to be unique in life and in her writing. I can also tell that a lot of research goes into her writing. She sticks to the lore.

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

I think names mean everything, especially when the setting is at a certain point in time. I think sound is great, but sometimes meaning is quite important. It’s funny that you ask this because I am actually holding a poll for readers to choose the names of my main characters in my next book. I like seeing everyone else’s opinion.

 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

It’s probably ridiculous, but I see myself in a house I bought with my family, maybe another child or two we adopted. And I see myself with several books published and well known-maybe even a movie deal in the works. * crosses fingers *

 

Have you always liked to write?

Yes, I have actually been writing since I was 4. We joke about it all the time now, but I liked it so much that instead of doing boring journal prompts in kindergarten I would get in trouble for making up crazy stories about my grandfather being murdered or something!

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I have a lot in the works for this year, but the next two that I have coming out are a part of two series. One is a stand alone romance where all the books will have the same setting. They are short and steamy, just the way some of my readers like it. The other is the first in an epic dystopian trilogy called Desert Runners. It pulls from things like Mad Max and Divergent and adds in some unique twists all its own.

 

If you were a super hero, what would your name be? What costume would you wear?

It would be Baby Doll. That was a nickname I was given when I was in high school. I’d like to think I’d have something similar to a Sailor Scout and look that good, but that might be another nerdy pipe dream 😉 .

 

What literary character is most like you?

I used to think it was Bella form Twilight, though I am not that adverse to rain and snow or to shopping. Now that I have read the Celestra series by Addison Moore, I think I found a better candidate; Skyla. She is the main character, and I swear it’s like reading my own feelings and thoughts.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have my lovely C-section scar.

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

I have a LOT of strange dreams and nightmares, in particular. A lot of them revolve around being eaten by a monster or bitten by a snake. However, I have a few dreams that star one man, in particular, I’ve always wanted to talk to a dream expert about. It’s always set in modern times, yet the man’s chasing me, trying to find me to kill me. He looks like he just stepped out of the wild west. He had a handle bar mustache, a duster, and even the right kind of gun. I am always trying to escape him, and he always finds me.

 

Texas Roze

 

Title: Texas Roze

Author: Iris Sweetwater

Genre: Contemporary Romance (with some steamy scenes)

 

Book Blurb:

Roze had everything a 23-year-old girl should want; a great relationship with her zany mother, an amazing career where she got to meet some of the world’s top celebrities, a high-rise apartment in L.A., and a hot boyfriend. But Roze was bored with being the girl everyone was jealous of, and her opportunity to try her hand at being someone else came with the phone call from a lawyer telling her that her father had passed away; the father she had stopped visiting for some reason after she turned 12. He had left her his ranch in Texas to share ownership with her step brother who she hardly knew.

So, Roze did what any other woman would do in her predicament; pack up her life in the city and head to the ranch to find herself. Though, along the way, she may find a man…. or two, as well as the father she didn’t get the time to know.

 

Excerpt:

“I don’t know a lot about farming or animals, I have no problem admitting to that, but I do know some about business. I think we’re running a bad business right now.” Roze glanced sideways at Jake who leaned back in his seat looking amused while covering his smiling mouth.

 

“What makes you say that?” Todd asked, sitting up in his seat to pay closer attention now. Even if it was anger that got his attention, at least he would listen now.

 

“It doesn’t matter if you think we’ll have the money to afford more workers because we have to have them in order for this place to operate at its optimum level. If we lose animals or crops because we only have three people, and one is inexperienced, then there’s no point in worrying about profit – we will go under. We’ll disgrace Dad’s name.” She felt more confident now, holding her head high.

 

Todd looked like he was mulling it over while scrutinizing her new-found voice as Jake slapped his hand on the table with a chuckle. “Damn, she schooled you,” Jake joked, nudging Todd in a teasing manner. Todd didn’t look like he was in the mood. In fact, he was dangerously quiet for far too long. So, it shocked Roze to the core when he finally responded.

 

“I’ll call back two of the old workers tomorrow and see if they’ll take a temporarily reduced salary. I’ll also give you access to Dad’s office in the morning so you can take a look at the business side of things. In the meantime, I need you to pick two things that you want to work on every day until you become an expert. I am not going to be the only owner that works this land.” Todd narrowed his eyes at her as if he were her father giving an order, and even though he wasn’t of his blood, she could see his mannerisms in Todd now.

 

“Thank you,” she told him, nodding and then turning on her heel. She still needed a shower, and she didn’t want to outwear her welcome when she just made a big, important demand of Todd.

 

Heading back into her room, she realized that perhaps a bath would do her more good after the long day of work and went about gathering a towel and a robe for afterward. Then, she turned on the water to fill the large garden tub that had replaced the claw foot that had been in there when she was younger. She was noticing updates all over the house that had been an attempt to modernize it since she got there, and though she appreciated the ability to relax in the bathtub, she kind of missed the traditional piece of plumbing.

 

Just as she turned off the water and sprinkled some bath salts into the pool of liquid, a light knock came at her door. Roze looked at it in curiosity for a moment before going to it, wondering what either of the two men in the house would want with her.

 

When she opened it, she found Jake standing there, looking sheepish for the first time since she had met him. He had since put a shirt on, and in his hand, he held a makeshift bouquet of yellow and purple wildflowers. He’d obviously picked them outside.

 

“Hi,” he said with a goofy grin on his face. Roze realized that he was nervous about something.

 

“Are those for me?” she asked, pointing at the wildflowers in his strong hands.

 

Jake nodded.

 

“I know they aren’t much to look at compared to what you can get at a city shop, but it’s what I had.” Jake leaned into the doorway, and Roze leaned over to smell the flowers. They smelled beautiful and brought back instant memories of her childhood.

 

“They’re perfect,” she told him. “Did you want to come in and talk or something? Hang out?”

 

“Nah, I don’t want to keep you. I just wanted to come by and see you before I went back home and tell you that you were pretty kick ass down there.” They both laughed at that, and Roze began to feel like she might have an ally there after all. “I also kind of wanted to know if you would let me take you on a date this weekend. You know, now that you’ll have some of the workload off you.”

 

Roze was taken aback for a moment, not expecting Jake to ask her on a formal date. There was nothing holding her back since she had pretty much broke it off with her boyfriend back in L.A., but she hadn’t expected something so formal so quickly. Though, she found that she wanted to say yes.

 

“Sure, though I have no idea where we might go in such a small town.”

 

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” he told her with another of his signature winks.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon (ebook and paperback): https://www.amazon.com/Texas-Roze-Iris-Sweetwater-ebook/dp/B06WVN6SLX/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1489008545&sr=8-1&keywords=Texas+Roze

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/705597

 

Author Biography:

Iris Sweetwater has been writing since she could hold a pencil. Starting with poetry, she was excited to be published in many anthologies at the age of 13. As an adult, she made a living for almost seven years as a ghostwriter, writing thousands of websites, romance novels , erotica, paranormal, and fantasy for small and large publishing companies. She has also taught public speaking and English to children ages 4-18.

 

Today, she is starting a writing career she hopes to be proud of and be successful with, actually getting credit for the work she does. She hopes to turn being an author into something that can support the family she loves so much and take it as far as possible. Regardless, she will continue to write and teach children because she is passionate about what she does.

 

Social Media Links:

Website/Blog: http://irissweetrh.wixsite.com/irissweet-author

Twitter: https://twitter.com/irisissweet1

FB: https://www.facebook.com/irisissweet1/

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/irisissweet1/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16483514.Iris_Sweetwater

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/iris-sweetwater-810350133/

 

Meet @CharJGordon and Discover What’s Behind That Smile! #romance #suspense #books


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It’s our great pleasure to welcome to the POTL Blog, Charmaine Gordon. She’s a prolific author with more than 85 books to her credit. We asked her to sit down for a candid interview and to share her latest release, Chef’s Surprise. She agreed and without further ado, here she is. Give her a warm welcome. Take it away, Charmaine:

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

 

The day I spread my wings to drive into New York City in my quest to be a professional actor is a major highlight. The fact I succeeded against all odds is remarkable since I was already in my fifties, my credits filled with community theater plays. And so this mother of many, devoted wife and homemaker, became a butterfly. I was cast in daytime dramas for twelve years, all the while getting bit parts in movies and commercials and then this sweet time collapsed during the run in an Off-Broadway play. My good stage voice felt wrong. A voice doctor examined me. He said I have spasmodic dysphonia. My acting career ended right then. Creative juices flowed and I wrote my first book. A publisher agreed to work with me. Suddenly I became a writer.

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

 

Although I write Romance/Suspense with humor and often therapy dogs fit into the story, I read murder and mayhem. My favorite is John Sandford with his humor mixed into crime and best of all is James Lee Burke with his turn of phrase, charm, and depth in every book.

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

 

Names stream by as if they’re on ticker tape. This may be due to my acting career. I don’t worry; it just happens.

 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

 

You ask about looking five years ahead. Good question. I just celebrated my 86th birthday. In five years, I expect to celebrate many more, ever the optimist.

 

Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?

I have a cozy room with a wrap-around desk. When my granddaughter was born, daughter, a teacher, expected me to care for her during those hours. I’m just a woman who never says no. My office became filled with baby equipment. I wrote while she napped; rocked her baby seat with my foot to calm her when I had to finish the hot scene in progress. What a special time. I laugh to recall the fun I had with that little girl grown to be nine years old. Now she’s the one to hold my hand and say be careful. We have four cats; one sleeps next to my hand while I type. The big guy sleeps at the door guarding so I step over him with care. The other two sleep until the dinner bell rings. A circus.

 

What is your best marketing tip?

 

Marketing is a mystery to me. A presence on Facebook takes valuable time away from writing and yet it’s part of the marketing process. Twitter is faster. All I can say is just do it. You write and promote.

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

 

I’ve written a bunch of novels and short stories, many about Mature Romance because ‘it isn’t over ‘til it’s over’. That’s how I feel. Some of the short stories are wrapped in a Volume of three in one. Humor and love prevail in every story. Survive and Thrive runs through every story.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

 

I’m writing a story, another one that came to me in the night. Blue eyes look into blue eyes and then. My youngest son lives in Denmark. He is my confidante and writer superb. He cautioned to find the major flaw. Wow! I lit up inside; my heroine lit up because I gave her the path to follow. Almost thirty thousand words, possibly the end is in sight.

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

 

You ask if I drink/smoke—what’s my vice? If still being very romantic is a vice, I’ll vote for that. I don’t smoke, half a glass of Chardonnay makes me climb on a chair and tap dance.

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

 

Cremation for me but the eulogy will include, What a woman, best Mom ever!

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

 

If I had a superpower, first I’d heal the damage done to me when I fell last April. Doctors said I’d never walk again yet I can. Yes, I can. Then I’d spread my power to heal ailments wherever I knew about folks who suffered. There are many charities I’d contact to discover who needs the most help.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

 

Surgical scars are not worth mentioning and here I am almost writing it down. In New York-ese I say fugetabodit!

 

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

 

As the first girl born into a large male family, all my parents expected this cute little girl was to be good, also find a nice husband and be a wonderful mother. As for me, I wanted to dance and sing. No way as far as the family rules stated. I waited my time, married my first love, my pilot and we lived a different life. Slowly I grew as a real woman, not the secluded Chicago girl.  What a change until, as I mentioned before, I spread my wings.

 

 

Thank you for this truly interesting interview.

 

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Title Chef’s Surprise

Author Charmaine Gordon

Genre Romance/Suspense

Publisher Vanilla Heart Publishing

 

Book Blurb

One night, she ran. For the bus to freedom and a new life. She had a plan, and a small box of cash.

 

With grit and determination, the young girl learned more than lessons at nursing college, the first part of her plan.

 

Someday, she would become a top chef, but for now, she’d claw her way up the ladder.

 

There is payback for every crime, and sometimes the payback is more than satisfactory.

 

Excerpt

Six years after Reva Mercer graduated from a Nursing College in Southern Florida, her job as head chef in a fancy penthouse apartment came true. She laughed to herself with past thoughts racing through her mind. Clayton, the youngest son in the Randall household had fallen for her yet she only had eyes for the older son, a widower, president of the law firm and handsome as all get-out. Tonight the occasion was Clayton’s partnership party. The elder Grandmother found Reva with fine credentials and hired her on the spot. She’d never forget that afternoon.

 

The head chef at Raos needed a break, so he said. The boss called Reva over. She’d been baking all morning, fascinated with the fluted rim on the special pies. She hid her annoyance and blinked her flirty eyes to give him false hope.

 

“Take care of those two old ladies and do it now.” She put on her best smile and hurried to take their order. The minute her green eyes connected with the oldest woman, she cared for her, felt the kindness and quality in her.

 

After the party, when the penthouse quieted down, Reva had an intuition; something was wrong with dear Grans.  She hurried down the quiet hall to find her room, heard moans and pushed the heavy door open. Grans lay on the floor whimpering. Reva lifted her on to the big bed. She knew right away. Grans had a Transcient Ischemic Attack. She yelled for the older son to hurry. “Get your doctor friend, call for an ambulance, we need 911 now. We must save Grans.”

 

Buy Links

Nook

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chefs-surprise-charmaine-gordon/1125529990?

 

Kobo

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/chef-s-surprise

 

Kindle

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N37DGLU

 

Author Biography

My first job as an actor: I was booked as the legs of Geraldine Ferarro, the first woman to be nominated as vice president to run with Michael DuKacus Governor of Boston. Five o’clock in the a.m., Secret Service men everywhere and me. This job gave me entree to the three Unions. After that, day time dramas, and my first movie, Working Girl where I sang Happy Birthday to Melanie Griffith and shared a hot dog with Harrison Ford. So much fun until my voice failed and now I write every day and love it. Life is a jewel to cherish every day and enjoy. Don’t frown, people. Put a smile on your face and share it.

 

Social Media Links

Website http://authorcharmainegordon.wordpress.com/

Twitter https://twitter.com/CharJGordon

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/charmaine.gordon

Meet Eldon Farrell and the First Book in His Series #amreading #books #TuesdayBookBlog


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We’ve met some fascinating indie authors lately and ironically, they’re Canadian. One of these talented authors is Eldon Farrell. We got to chatting and come to find out, he’s just published his third medical mystery in his series. Mrs. N corralled him into an author interview and he agreed. Please give a warm welcome to Eldon and be sure to check out book 1 (Stillness). Mrs. N has just started reading it and it’s well-written, captivating … you get the point. Take it away, Eldon:

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

A number of years ago now I came across a novel by Robert Liparulo called Germ.  The blurb absolutely blew my mind!  There was no way I could not read the book.  His concept of a biologically engineered strain of Ebola that targets specific individual’s DNA was so original and intriguing that I wished it had been mine.  So for being entirely original—Germ is the novel I wish I could’ve written.

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Patrick Redmond is my favourite author and his books have inspired me greatly.  His talent is unsurpassed in my humble opinion and I continue to be amazed that more people don’t know about this author.  Pick any one of his books and you won’t be disappointed if you’re a fan of psychological suspense.  He could write about paint drying and have you on the edge of your seat—I swear!

 

The late great Michael Crichton is another inspiration of mine.  The way he could bend genres is something I greatly admire.  So often these days you find authors who only write one type of fiction; they never seem to leave that comfort zone.  Crichton wrote thrillers, sci-fi, historical fiction, you name it.  One of the reasons he is so sorely missed by his legions of fans.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…be humble.  Too much confidence in your abilities will hinder your growth as a writer.  When that happens…you’ll find yourself going nowhere fast.  Not everything you write is the greatest thing ever.  If you can learn to see your words as others will see them you’ll be amazed by how quickly you improve.

 

And beyond that piece of advice, every aspiring author should do themselves a favour and prepare to hear and read negative things being said about their work.  It’s not if as much as when—it will happen.  If you want to prosper in this line of work you have to take criticism.  I don’t know how many talented authors I’ve known who are your best friend until you criticize their work and then you’re dead to them.  It’s a shame really because again, if you can’t admit to yourself that you need improvement you’ll never improve.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I make it a habit to read my reviews.  If a reader of my work has taken the time to post their thoughts about it, then I feel it’s the least I can do.  Like all aspiring authors, I crave that feedback and long for more reviews.  It’s also just neat to think about someone a world away reading your words and being moved enough to write about them.

 

That said though, I do not respond to reviews whether they are good or bad.  Responding is tricky; no matter what you say it could be taken the wrong way because tone and inflection do not carry across the internet.  While I appreciate all the reviews I get, it’s just safer to remain silent on them.

 

The best advice I have for dealing with bad reviews would be to learn from them.  The first 3 star review I received was a bitter pill to swallow.  I could no longer say that all my reviews were positive.  But I learned about a grammatical blind spot I had from that review and have since been able to correct the book and improve as a writer.  I owe them a debt of gratitude.  Everybody is going to get bad reviews no matter how good the book is; just accentuate the positive and keep moving forward.

 

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

An easy question.  I love writing.  There is nothing more challenging or exciting than to be faced with the blank page and find a way to fill it up with a story that previously only existed in your head.  It’s awesome!  But as much as I love the writing I detest the marketing.  I don’t think I’m alone in that either.  So many writers struggle with marketing their books, myself included.  It’s a long road to visibility in this crowded marketplace and if I could avoid that part of the process I would!

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

Stillness is my first published novel.  Like so many others though, it’s not my first novel.  My first novel is securely buried on my backup drive where it shall never see the light of day.  Too many mistakes made there to fix but many lessons learned that enabled me to grow as a writer and complete Stillness.

 

And I’m sure you’ve noticed that Stillness is Book One of Descent, so yes, it’s not my only book.  Taken and Realm of Shadows, books two and three, are available now.  Each book stands on its own as a complete novel but the long story connects them all together in a complete narrative.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I’m so glad you asked that!  The project that I’m currently working on is a departure from what I’ve previously written.  Singularity is a dystopian future novel with an urban fantasy twist.  I’ve never had so much fun writing a novel and I really think readers will enjoy it.  In brief, it’s essentially about a time of great upheaval.  Through each character the struggle for and against change is then explored.  With the fantasy elements woven in I call it the comic book all grown up!

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I rarely drink and I have never smoked.  If I had a vice I would say it is comic books.  I have a massive collection of graphic novels that I love reading.  They keep me young!

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

I was hoping for a pyramid.

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

This question is right up my alley.  If I had only one superpower it would have to be super speed.  To be able to zoom around like the Flash—that would never get old!!

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

I’m tempted to say Bora Bora just because it looks so relaxing but the adventurous side of me would lean toward Antarctica.  To stand at the bottom of the world in a place where few ever tread would be awe inspiring.  And cold!!

 

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

Retire! Ha!  No, seriously I’m too young for that.  I’d like to travel—to see the world with my beautiful wife beside me.  I’d like to take that quintessential family road trip with my wife and son that we all remember taking with our parents when we were young.  More specifically I would love to attend the San Diego Comic Con just once in my life—to stand at the summit of comicdom.

 

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

I was a quiet child, very introverted.  I remember spending many hours writing short stories back then—my introduction to fiction writing before I graduated to novels at the tail end of high school.

 

As a child of the 80s I really feel like I grew up in the golden age of toys.  We had it all from Transformers and G.I. Joe to Masters of the Universe and the just burgeoning home video game systems.  Of all the toys though my personal favourite remained Masters of the Universe.  Although if I watch the cartoon today I really have to wonder what I was thinking lol.  The innocence of childhood I guess; all I know is that toy line really expanded my imagination.

 

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Title: Stillness

Author: Eldon Farrell

Genre: Medical Mystery / Thriller

 

Book Blurb:

Some secrets won’t stay buried…

When people start to succumb to a virulent strain of plague in the seemingly idyllic hamlet of Stillness, the CDC is called in to investigate. Pulled from her training with the Epidemic Intelligence Service, Dr. Lynne Bosworth is tapped to head the investigation.

Many questions surround the outbreak, not the least of which is how did plague find its way to the heartland of America? Determined to find the answers and her own way out of the long shadow cast by her father, Lynne embarks for Iowa. Unable to isolate an index case of bubonic plague, patient zero is traced to Nikolai Markov; an old Russian bio warfare scientist.

Rumors of a bioterror attack are rampant.

Under examination, the bacteria present Lynne with many anomalies but few answers. The antibiotic resistance noted in the field is absent in the lab, while a synthetic gene is found that seemingly has no purpose. For her superiors it’s enough to deem the outbreak a biological attack, a conclusion that Lynne does not share. For her, something about the whole incident remains…elusive.

In search of evidence to either prove or disprove the bioterror claim, she crosses paths with FBI Special Agent Caleb Fine. Together, they come to believe that something other than a biological attack is going on in Stillness, and that the answer to what may lie in solving the fifteen-year-old murders of Bobby and Maggie Sullivan.

As the body count rises and the pressure mounts, they delve deeper into the shadowy past of this quiet town; in the process exposing secrets long thought forgotten until finally uncovering the shocking truth behind the cause of the outbreak.

 

Excerpt:

With a file in his left-hand Walt Anjou waddles into the tiny interrogation room and closes the door behind him without raising his eyes from the file.

 

Seated across the battered wooden table—with his right wrist shackled to said table—William Sullivan shows no sign of acknowledging the sheriff’s entrance.

 

Scraping the wooden chair along the floor, Walt tosses the file on the table and lowers his hulking frame into the chair.  Turning his left hand over he begins to examine his fingernails while completely ignoring his prisoner.

 

It’s a psychological tactic that’s supposed to frustrate the captive party.

 

Finally raising his eyes to look at Will, Walt bristles upon seeing that the tactic didn’t work.  Will Sullivan is still staring off into space.

 

“My boys tell me that aside from waiving your right to counsel, you’ve said nary a word since they found you hunched in an open grave.”  Pausing for effect Walt asks, “Your parents grave right?”

 

No answer.

 

“Yeah,” Walt calmly continues “Your parents’ grave.  Bobby and Maggie Sullivan—how proud they must be of you, don’t you think so?”

 

Only an experienced interrogator would notice it, but Walt is certain that he saw those distant eyes flinch just a little.  Smiling he continues.

 

“Who helped you dig up their grave?”

 

No answer.

 

“Oh come on,” Walt motions toward him saying, “I’m looking at you and I know that you didn’t move six feet of earth by yourself.  So who helped you?”  Leaning across the table Walt nods his head as he asks, “The same help that took their remains?”

 

Slowly Will turns his head and looks down at the table—at the file resting on it.

 

“You want to know what’s in here.”  Walt picks up the file continuing in a self-satisfied tone “This is what we in the law enforcement business like to call a trail of evidence—a pretty impressive one too, if I do say so myself.  Care to guess where the trail leads?”

 

No answer.

 

“You know exactly where it leads, straight to you.  I got to say, you are one persistent bastard Sullivan.  I mean I have here in my hands requests from you written to the M.E.’s office, several councilors, the mayor’s office, Christ you even wrote to the FBI crying for the case to be reopened.  You had to know that your parents’ case was never a federal matter, but you’re just that persistent.

 

“No matter how many times your request for their grave to be exhumed was denied, you just wouldn’t go away.”

 

Leaning back in his chair Walt closes the file and asks, “Do you see where I’m going with this?  We have a paper trail a mile long connecting you to this act not even mentioning the little fact that you were found in their empty grave.  So why don’t you tell me that I’m wrong?”

 

Keeping his eyes down Will offers no answer.

 

“What were you doing in their grave Sullivan?  Where are their remains?  What did you do with them?”

 

Looking up momentarily, Will shrugs his shoulders slightly before the vacant stare reclaims him.

 

Lowering his rough voice to just above a whisper, Walt asks menacingly “You think this is a game Sullivan?  Take a good look around you, at where you are.  You don’t see any two-way mirrors or windows in this room do you?

 

“I’ll tell you what else you don’t see.  You don’t see any cameras do you?  It’s just you and I in here and I suggest you start talking before I lose my patience with this bullshit silent act.  This isn’t some fucking movie where I actually give a shit about your goddamn rights.  If you really want to do this the hard way,” a sinister grin creases his plump face as he says, “Then by all means.”

 

No answer.

 

“Fine,” Walt snorts derisively as he stands up and opens the door behind him.  “Henson!  Get this lump out of my sight!”

 

Stepping back into the room away from the door Walt moves to within inches of Will’s face.  “You’re going to wish for two things when I get through with you Sullivan.  You’re going to wish that you had cooperated with me when you had the chance because now I’m going to dig up every little thing I can pin on you.

 

“You better hope there are no nasty secrets waiting to climb out of your closets because if there are…I’ll find them!”

 

Walking away Walt stops at the doorway and says over his shoulder “And the second thing…you’re going to wish you hadn’t waived your right to a lawyer.  Put him in isolation Henson—he’s got nothing to say anyway.”

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Stillness-Eldon-Farrell/dp/1533404526

 

Author Biography:

Eldon Farrell was born in Guelph, Ontario, growing up just down the road in Brantford. A designated professional accountant, he’s a graduate of both Fanshawe College and Laurentian University. He still resides in South Western Ontario together with his lovely wife Emily and their young son Connor. An avid reader and writer of suspense fiction, he is a lover of language and an unapologetic fan of DC Comics. Stillness is his first published piece of fiction.

 

Social Media Links:

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15147838.Eldon_Farrell

Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Eldon-Farrell/e/B01DTBSLNE

 

 

Meet Award-Winning Author @ChristineBened5 + Her #Thriller! #IARTG #IAN1 #books


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It’s out great pleasure to welcome Award-Winning Author Christine Benedict to the POTL Blog. We first met Christine when she contacted us about a book review. MRS N is a huge thriller fan so she read Anonymous. She loved it so much that MR N had to read it also. We begged and pleaded with Christine to sit down with us for an author interview and after many months, she agreed. Please give Christine Benedict a warm welcome to the POTL Blog. Take it away, Christine:

 

Do you write naked?

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood naked, dripping wet from a shower, writing as fast as my pen will go. What is it about taking a shower that gives the creative mind a nudge. It’s not a widely-known fact but our best ideas come in the shower. Google it. You’ll be amazed.

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have this scar on my forearm an inch and a half long in the shape of lips. I don’t remember how old I was, maybe four or five, when we lived with Grandma Wilson who watched us while my mother worked. I don’t know why it such a big deal to get the mail either, but when I saw the mailman that day pull off Route 82, I yelled, “I’ll get the mail!”  Me in my summer clothes, flip-flops and all, I opened the wooden front door.

My older sister, who would never let me ‘one-up’ her, yelled back, “No I will!” She dodged past me and flung the screen door open. My feet in motion, my arm outstretched, she slammed the storm door shut. I wonder to this day how she couldn’t have done it on purpose. My hand and arm broke all that glass, the only parts of me to make it outside.  I stood there bleeding, Grandma’s English bulldog, Beauty, licking up the blood and the glass on the floor. Grandma kept hitting that dog with a broom, yelling, “Git!” all the while, afraid it would cut its mouth.

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

I think Eudora Welty could inspire any writer as she certainly has for me. It’s little wonder why universities everywhere bring attention to Eudora and her stories. ‘Death of a Traveling Salesman,’ for example, still gives me goosebumps, something I aspire to give my readers.

There are so many other authors who inspire me, Jodi  Picoult, author of The Storyteller, for her depiction of the human condition during the holocaust.  Amy Tan, author of The Valley of Amazement, for her expression of detail, taking you to China at the rise of World War II. And most importantly Sarah Willis, author of Things That Stay; I was fortunate enough to take part in her writing workshops sponsored by Community Partnership for Arts and Culture – Talk about inspiration.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

I’d like to tell aspiring authors to read read read. Spread out to other genres, not just the one you write. Delve into cultures around the world through their stories. Open your mind to the new and abstract.

There’s so much more you can learn about the crafting a story, no matter what your education level.  Seek out writing workshops in your area sponsored by universities and art counsels. Dr. Neal Chandler lead the fiction workshop at Cleveland State University where I had the privilege of learning above the grade.  I even had the chance to sit in on a few sessions with Paula McLain, author of The Paris Wife, at a workshop sponsored by The Ohio Arts Counsel. A one of a kind experience.

 

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

It’s been said that I’ve always had a bubbly personality, even as a kid in the 1950s. I don’t know how that could have happened seeing that I lived in an abusive home. Except by the grace of God. I was friendly to everyone, the kind of kid who would gladly sit in a stranger’s lap just because he was nice to me.

I don’t remember a favorite toy, but I do remember when we moved to the country we had a huge trailer that sat empty in a grove of willow trees. The trailer had two wheels in the center and was closed at both ends, the perfect seesaw for 4 little kids.  Together, I, my sister and the two neighbor boys climbed inside the trailer and ran to one end, the metal clanging under our bare feet. It came down so hard the jolt made us jump involuntarily which made up laugh hysterically. We did it over and over again, until someone bit their tongue.

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This is the farmhouse that inspired my story. I lived there 36 years and the neighbors still say it’s haunted. – Christine Benedict

Title: Anonymous

Author: Christine Benedict

Genre: Thriller Suspense

Publisher: Loconeal Publishing

Book Blurb:

Debra Hamilton faces the fear of inheriting her mother’s insanity when her husband insists on moving into a fixer-upper farmhouse that’s a hundred years old, not an easy place for Debra to live, what with its creaks and bangs, and strange shadows, a house that even scares the neighbors. Debra befriends Julie, and learns that Julie has a stalker who writes her anonymous letters about the sexual fantasies he sees with her.

The story was inspired by the author’s own 100-year-old farmhouse where the neighbor still say it’s haunted. All the letters in the novel are letters from the man who stalked the author. He remains anonymous to this day.

 

Excerpt:

Having to pee, Debra unzipped her jeans in the bathroom before remembering that Greg had turned off the water.

“Geez-oh-Pete.” At this point the gas station was too far. She traipsed down the corridor that led to the basement. A quick flip-of-the-switch was all she wanted, just enough water to flush. The stairwell was dark and steep; the light-bulb’s pull-chain at the bottom. She clicked on the flashlight from Greg’s toolbox, and holding her pants up, cautiously stepped down the narrow stairs. Every inch she eked past spider webs meshed in between the cracks of hand-hewn quarry-stone walls. She stopped at the bottom step where she could finally reach the light, not wanting to take the last step onto the broken cement, muddied from the last rain. It smelled like the bottom of a creek bed, like earthworms and sludge. Spider webs were draped from the ceiling to the walls, and hung like shelves in every corner. The quarry-stone walls dating back to the 1800s were pitted blocks of sandstone—every bit her idea of a dungeon. From where she stood, Debra scanned the walls, trying to see the water valve. But she didn’t know where to look. A wolf spider the size of a quarter sat very still at the bottom step, then scurried across the floor. She shuddered right down to the bone. Another spider sat like a brooch on a jacket that Greg had hung on a hook. And in that moment before the light flickered off when all she could hear was her own heart, she swore that something was crawling up her leg. She let out a piercing yell, kicking wildly. She kicked off her shoes. She kicked off her jeans and dashed up the stairs in her panties, wanting to nail the door shut right then and there. At the top of the steps she eyed a yard stick that she’d used to stir paint, and picked it up. Then she made a mad dash to the basement and flogged her jeans to death right there in the sludge. Holding them at arm’s length, she brought them upstairs and looked them over. She begrudgingly pulled them on, and ran outside to the back field.

The sun shining off the white of her derrière, she squatted behind a briar bush where no one could see.

At least that’s what she thought.

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Christine-Benedict/dp/194046613X

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/anonymous-christine-benedict/1118033610?ean=9781940466132

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/405526

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20263470-anonymous

 

Author Biography:

Christine studied creative writing at Baldwin Wallace University and Cleveland State University. She has had the privilege of working with authors Karen Joy Fowler, Paula McLain, and Sarah Willis.

Her debut novel Anonymous had earned:

  • 2015 Clue Award (Chanticleer Reviews) Winner (1st place)
  • 2016 Wishing Shelves Bronze Book Award Winner
  • 2015 Eric Hoffer Book Award Winner
  • 2015 First Horizon Book Award Nominee
  • 2015 IAN book of The Year Nominee
  • 2015 Next Generation Indie Book Award Nominee

Her short story A Normal Life, a finalist for Perigee Publication for the Arts, is the fictional rendering of the visit to the mental ward where her mother had been undergoing shock treatment therapy in the 1980s, which is also a chapter in Anonymous.

Christine’s short stories, taken from her working novel The Girl in the Willows, have also been finalists for The Fish Short Story Prize.

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://www.authorchristinebenedict.com/

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AuthorChristineBenedict/

Twitter https://twitter.com/christinebened5

Meet Ben Jackson and his Funny #Kidlit Book #TuesdayBookBlog @AuthorsBen_Sam


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As many of you know, we get a chance to meet authors from all walks of life and in many genres. Fellow Author Carole P. Roman introduced me to Ben and Sam a few weeks ago and I’m so glad she did. Ben and Sam are a husband-wife writing/publishing team (love that) who have the funniest children’s book series I’ve read in years. I asked Ben to sit down with me for an interview. He agreed and he sure to check out their new release, The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey. Take it away, Ben:

 

  1. What is your writing process?

My writing process is pretty unorganized! I came from an average background without much formal schooling. I like to think of an idea and then just start writing and see where it takes me.

 

  1. Do you have any odd writing habits?

I love watching Netflix or movies! I know a lot of writers probably like to relax somewhere quiet without any distraction, but I think that would drive me nuts. I do like to look out of my window and see the beach while I write.

 

  1. What book do you wish you could have written?

A popular one! Or twenty ha ha.

 

  1. Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Wilbur Smith, Leon Uris, and Bernard Cornwall. One author that has personally helped me out and inspired me to really strive to push my books is Carole P. Roman.

 

  1. If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

I haven’t really thought of this one. I’d like Selena Gomez to play the lead female roll, and probably Brad Pitt. He plays a gritty hero pretty well.

 

  1. How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

I like to choose names of people I know. Whenever I write for other authors I always try to slip in the names of my friends and family.

 

  1. What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

Hmm, my kids book which I wrote with my wife, Sam Lawrence, The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey has been my most successful book so far.

 

  1. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Hopefully still writing, living off my books royalties and laying on a tropical beach with my wife.

 

  1. Have you always liked to write?

Yes, and I’ve always loved to read since I was very young.

 

  1. What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Just keep writing and for as long as you spend writing, spend an equal amount of time marketing.

 

  1. If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

Well, my books aren’t paying all the bills. By day I’m a welder that specializes in aluminum welding.

 

  1. Are you a plotter or a pantster?

No idea!

 

  1. Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I read them all. I would love to respond to them all, but I have only ever responded to ones which were in regards to technical or printing problems. I take what I can from reviews, take a deep breath and move on.

 

  1. What is your best marketing tip?

Market, market, promote, beg, and market some more.

 

  1. What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

Marketing! Proofreading and beta reading lol.

 

  1. Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it?

There’s lots. I like to write about things which I have experience in and things that I’m interested in. I have turned down a lot of offers to write romance books as I just don’t know if I could swing it.

 

  1. Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?

Just in front of my TV. I can look out the window or watch Netflix.

 

  1. Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?

Love and Racy for sure.

 

  1. Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

I have written several non-fiction books, a fiction book and several children’s books.

 

  1. What are you working on now? What is your next project?

My next children’s book, and thinking of another project.

 

And now for something more personal about Ben…

 

  1. Do you write naked?

Umm, no. That would be horrifying for everybody.

 

  1. What is your biggest failure?

Not winning the lotto.

 

  1. What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told?

Well, it wouldn’t be good if I let the truth slip out now!

 

  1. Have you ever been in trouble with the law?

Only once, it wasn’t much fun. I was young and silly.

 

  1. Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Yep. Not much fun there either.

 

  1. Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I like bourbon whiskey and cola. Used to smoke, but now I use a vaporizer instead.

 

  1. What is your biggest fear?

Spiders, and not a huge fan of confined spaces.

 

  1. What do you want your tombstone to say?

Buy my book!

 

  1. If you had a superpower, what would it be?

I don’t know. Probably just the same as Captain America, Deadpool or Thor.

 

  1. If you were a super hero, what would your name be? What costume would you wear?

I like anti-heroes. Probably something similar to Deadpool.

 

  1. Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

Europe. Asia.

 

  1. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

Eagle. For sure a massive eagle like the Sea Eagle so that I could just cruise around all day.

 

  1. Do you have any scars? What are they from?

Lots! Too many to list, stiches in my arm from a fall, staples in my head from a fight, and about a hundred scars from burns, scratches and cuts while working with power tools.

 

  1. What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

I have recurring nightmares that have been with me for as long as I remember. They always end up the same and I can almost workout I’m in a dream while I’m sleeping.

 

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Title – The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey

Authors – Ben Jackson and Sam Lawrence

Category – Children’s Book, Hockey

Publisher – Indie Publishing Group – http://www.indiepublishinggroup.com/

 

Book Blurb –

Timmy and his best friend the Fart are back again!

 

If you and your child love to read together, then you are going to love reading along with Timmy and his Fart as they play hockey together!

 

The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey is a beautifully illustrated journey of Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart as they attend Timmy’s first hockey tryouts. Chaos and laughter ensue as the Fart attempts to help out his best friend the only way he knows how.

 

If you enjoy reading funny books with beautiful illustrations and love having your child read along with you, then make sure you grab The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey.

 

Discover and giggle along with Timmy and his best friend on their exciting day at the hockey arena!

 

Buy Link –

https://www.amazon.com/Day-My-Fart-Followed-Hockey-ebook/dp/B01LY5KFJI/

 

Author Biography –

Ben lives in Tasmania, Australia. While working during the week as a Boiler Maker/Welder, specializing in Aluminum Welding, he also writes of a night as a Freelance Writer and Author.

 

Ben is in a Long Distance Relationship with his wife Sam, who lives in Canada, she works as a full-time formatting professional, publisher, and author.

 

Be sure to check out all of his books, there is definitely something there for everyone!

 

As Indie Authors, we rely on our valuable customers to write a review, if you could spare a minute to leave a review of one of our books, we would greatly appreciate it.

 

He has numerous books in progress so stay tuned for information on those by following this page, connecting with him on Facebook or Goodreads.

 

Remember, if you enjoyed one of his books, leave a review!

 

Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/BenandSamAuthors/

Twitter

https://twitter.com/AuthorsBen_Sam

Goodreads

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15144197.Ben_Jackson

Author Central

https://www.amazon.com/Ben-Jackson/e/B00S4A4W5C/

Tumbler

http://bennsam.tumblr.com/

Pinterest

https://au.pinterest.com/benandsamauthor/

 

Award-Winning Author Tia Shurina Shares #Wisdom + @everythingAAHE #RRBC


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We all want a happy ending in life, like Cinderella and Prince Charming, but sometimes Cinderella has to go through pain/suffering and discover her own path to a happy ending. Tia Shurina, author of Everything and a Happy Ending, is not only a talented writer but an inspiration. She’s got amazing inner strength and is proof-positive that when you spread the Light and Love to others, it comes back to you hundred-fold. Her book moved us so greatly that she won the 2016 N. N. Light Book Award for Nonfiction.

In honor of this award, she agreed to sit down with me for a follow-up interview. Everything and a Happy Ending talks about the three men in her life, her journey to self-discovery and working on her own happy ending. She’s an amazing woman and it’s my pleasure to re-introduce her. Take it away, Tia:

 

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

I’m a very sentimental woman, & because of that:

I’d cast Brooke Shields as me since she holds very significant meaning to my story.

I would cast Ray Romano as my dad.  The physical physique & resemblance is stunning, &, as the 3rd man in the trio, I feel that casting would add an incredible full circle beauty & intimacy to it.  Plus, as a gambler, dedicated golfer, softball enthusiast & avid all around sports fan, I feel he would really, & truly, be able to capture the spirit & essence that was my father’s heart & soul.

I would cast Tony Danza as Larry, my ex-husband.

And as Ray I would cast George Clooney, again, because, like Brooke Shields, he has an extraordinary special significance in the book.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

My best accomplishment is my 3rd baby, Everything and a Happy Ending.  It accomplished the 2 most important things in my life…

feeling I came full circle as a mom to my 2 boys as I gave birth to my memoir.  As my boys grew, & my dissatisfaction in my life grew, I hid a sad sorrowful feeling of disappointment that I was short-changing my children by letting my fears push me to settle in my life.  My dad’s death was the catalyst & catapult to a transformation & metamorphosis long in the making.  As they watched their mom face her fears & follow her heart for the 1st time in her life, I became the example I wanted to be for them.  In that experience & thru that process, I am now ecstatic & feeling so proud they are well on their way to happy “everythings” in their lives…relationships, careers, experiences, at least with the things that are within the realm of their own control, of course.

 

 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Five years?!  Oh my.  Seems like a mini-lifetime away!  I have to be honest, I’m holding a vision very close & clear in my mind for much sooner than 5 years right now.  The last 7+ years that I have spent struggling to turn onto a different course in my life, & change an ending to a story I wrote for myself when I was much younger, much less mature, & certainly much less spiritually strong has been challenging, exhausting, emotionally draining, & very painful at times & I am now eager to finally, fully, turn that corner & step firmly onto that path.  But, since 5 is the lucky number you asked about, let me say that in 5 years, I see myself having long climbed completely out of the financial hole that I dug myself into as part of the extraordinary gift of “everything” that I freely, & faithfully gave to another in a spectacular, sacred gift of trust.  I see myself long enjoying a blessed, blissfully happy very intimate romantic relationship with excitement & much joy & laughter with a man I am madly, crazily, fantastically in love with.  I was blessed with an answered prayer when I was given the opportunity to make some new choices for myself at this certain age in my life.  It is the reason I finally faced down my fantastic fears & rose above them by ending my marriage.  I will not let that gift be in vain or go unwrapped or unlived & I have full faith that the Universe will deliver us to one another…whomever that someone turns out to be.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I have read each & every review that I’m aware of, so far.  Who I am, tho, struggles to NOT let the 1 negative comment out of 100 positive ones eat me alive so, can be draining.  In my life, I’m getting better at not engaging, or co-creating with other’s harsh criticisms, so, I keep the faith I will move to that place with the book as well.

In my heart, Ricky Nelson’s song, Garden Party, is my theme song (you can’t please everyone so you gotta please yourself)…but my head sings a different song many days!  I won’t plan on responding to the negative.  Constructive criticism is one thing…an important valid tool and as an inexperienced, nonprofessional writer I accept they will be a part of the process, but I will do my best to let negative mean-ness “walk on by” (that’s Dionne Warwick…& yes, I love music & find it to be a very powerful inspirational tool!).

 

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

My least favorite part of the process has been the marketing & publicity aspect.  The book was a Plan C for sure (maybe even Plan D).  I had no desire or plan to share my own personal story so publicly.  When came time to promote that sharing…my book…a lot of old “stuff” seemed to circle their wagons.  I went kicking & screaming a bit to go with that flow I was so desperate to swim with finally in my life, instead of bucking that flow for so long in my life.  And, I’m so outside my comfort zone in soooo many areas of my life right now as a result.  It has brought a happiness & peace of heart I have never felt, yet, I am also exhausted from the journey I chose to take almost 8 years ago at this point.  Because I’m so beyond my limits, “running  on empty” at this point (with Jackson Browne singing back up for me!), & beyond in some important places, this particular part has hit me especially hard.  Ive been incredibly protective & especially particular about making sure the story ripples outward in the same energy & intention it was written in…and that is, of course, the spirit of LOVE, & because of that, I continue to wear many hats as I move along this beautiful journey I embarked on after my dad passed.  It has worn me out in some aspects, yet, in some other all important areas it has energized me & gifted me with a re-birth that has been so fulfilling.  What a rollercoster ride it has been.  Good thing I have always loved them!!  And, a good thing indeed I finally accepted the possibility that maybe this was something important I do & face & embrace in my life.

 

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in a situation that was hard to get out of and what did you do?

The situation I find myself in right now.  My ex & I have a very Modern Family kind of living arrangement.  He moved out for quite awhile after we split & then became my roommate after his dad passed away over a year later…a gift to my ex, wanting to be kind & help him out, even as I was trying to honor myself 1st & foremost, finally, in my life.  That choice was also a gift to Ray, which is all detailed in the book as to the why’s I made them.   At the time, I trusted was going to be for a short amount of time & felt certain was a positive healing choice & opportunity for my ex & I…& our 2 boys actually, after they witnessed a bit of tumult between us in the time before we finally split.  But, it passed its circle of healing at a certain point & rounded back to an un-healthy situation again, & I’ve been struggling mightily as a result as my circumstances have changed through the years as I tried to do what was best for Larry, best for Ray & honor myself at the same time.  I gave everything to Ray, as I promised him I would…and, he accepted my gift, which continues to make me so happy, but, it has also wreaked havoc on my life in many, many ways.  And, because I was giving to Larry at same time too, all of our choices have co-created a firestorm that is indeed scorching me now.  Its a difficult time, but, I am so devoted to myself…&, as my father’s daughter, am rolling the dice & placing a big bet…on me!

I’m currently in full swing of trying to get myself out, on my own…the book is part of my attempt to gain back some of the financial security I gifted to Ray, part of my offering of trust.

 

What is your biggest fear?

Well, to piggyback off the last question, I will share that on a difficult, dark day, I will allow the fears to have their moment & take me to my knees in fear & worry that even a tiny remote chance exists that I will be unable to get myself onto a firm financial foothold & start the new life I so desperately wanted for myself when I made the decision to end my marriage is definitely topping the list these days.  After I allow myself to be human, however, I am well aware of the importance to get up from my knees & walk away from those fears so that energy does not get to stick around me.  It is so unhealthy to wallow in it but I am also aware of the importance of allowing feelings & acknowledging emotions as well, after a long time in my life of kinda stuffing them away.  It’s a balance, for sure.  There’s a powerful scene in Eat Pray Love where Elizabeth is on her bathroom floor, distraught, praying to her God for help.  It’s a beautiful scene of surrender, and faith…& I’ve certainly been there, as I’m sure many have.  But, for me, balance is so important…& in my ordinary/extraordinary, divine but very human “story”, there is a scene where it isn’t the quite of night but the bright light & busy-ness of day, in my bedroom, with neighbors downstairs & kids in the next room to hear me, even as I have closed the door to try & maintain some privacy & dignity, screaming to my God, in devastation & despair, feeling betrayed & forsaken.  So disappointed in a divine Universe I felt could never be capable of, or allow, such selfishness, such unfairness, such cruelty.  That scene is my best way to articulate my biggest fear in a visual, to accompany the words I shared about the state of affairs that my ALL-IN choice & promise to Ray created.

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

I’d like to be able to become invisible.  Sooo much mystery & more than just a little angst too, would no longer exist in my life if I were able to do that.

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

Giraffe Hotel in Nairobi Kenya

 

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

 Besides above, which gets me to Africa, I’d like to visit Alaska & Hawaii, which were places my dad wanted to get to, drive cross country & see the Grand Canyon, a visit to a few other of the Wonders of the World (either classic, new or natural), a Mediterranean cruise, learn to speak a little French (which I find to be a very sexy language), learn to play the drums & piano, mentor…& since I have 2 sons, I’d like to mentor a girl, & lastly, have a book I wrote made into a screenplay!

 

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Title:  Everything and a Happy Ending

 

Author: Tia Shurina

 

Genre:  Memoir

 

 

Book Blurb:

A memoir about 3 interconnected relationships & 3 special men in my life. The fact that youre reading this makes me happy. Maybe youve mistaken this for a how to give a good happy ending sexual self-help book. Maybe youre reading because you have a genuine interest in anothers journey. Either way, Im good. My journey almost destroyed me. Almost. Boy, have I come to like that word. What a pleasurable word almost can be. You may almost be ready to buy my book. You may almost be ready to begin an amazing new journey of your own. You may almost be over that rainbow Judy Garland sings about. What great potential almost can hold, if you can flip your way of thinking. Just imagine controlled pessimism, doubt, and fear flipped into blind optimism, faith, and love.

 

Excerpt: 

Chapter 8

EMILIO

Grow with the Flow

(of the Current of Your Life)

Come together… at just the right and perfect time

Such wonderful advice, to go (and grow) with the flow. I heard it from my dad, as he encouraged me to swim more with the current of my life, rather than against it, as I’d done for a long, unsatisfying time. It is a great title for a book chapter or TV episode, yet it can be difficult to true-ly live in real life, I think.

There’s an Oscar winning movie, Marty, from 1955. It’s a fictional story of two average people who meet a bit later in life, fall in love, and get a happy ending. Marty, a plain man, meets Clara, an ordinary woman. Both are lonely, and both feel even less than plain and ordinary. It is a beautiful love story about meeting, connecting, trusting, redemption, and second chances arriving later in life. It is extraordinary and ordinary, both at the same time. It is almost unbelievable, yet totally attainable. It is a once in a lifetime story and an everyday possibility—the perfect balance.

Now, imagine the story is not fiction, but real. Imagine there real-ly exists a Marty and Clara, who meet when fate crosses their paths, but not as middle-aged, world weary, lonely adults, but as much younger, scared, lonely adults. Imagine also that this particular Marty and Clara are not plain or ordinary at all on the outside, yet on the inside feel the very same way Marty and Clara felt. It is a difficult challenge for even the older, wiser adult to go with the flow, but for the younger, intimidated, un-wise young adult to ponder the paths that could be taken, instead of the choice to trust, to let it all go, to jump in and let the current flow you to where you are meant to be is much harder. Imagine that this very real and very scared Marty and Clara pair go their separate ways, rather than go all in and take the risk first time around.

But if life is a journey of human choices and divine plans and assistance in mind and soul from the start, consider the possibility that, if their destiny is to come together, they will make their way back around the circle to reunite. Given another chance to simply be together, when the time was right and perfect for them, they’d reconnect like yin connects with yang.

What if the universe has always been watching their backs, moving them along divinely, in just the right and perfect way, to help them get a second chance someday? As Sophie says in Letters to Juliet, “‘What’ and ‘if ’ are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if?” What if, like in reel life, the real life Marty makes a promise to the real life Clara, to come back to her so that they can have that love affair, finally, to go with the flow, and meet up with her soon? What if the real life Clara devotedly waits as the reel life Clara does—sitting, motionless, on the sofa, just waiting for her Marty to reach out, not moving or budging until he did, because she grew scared that if she did, it meant she didn’t trust him, petrified it meant she didn’t have faith in him? What if?

What if, in a very real life, a very real Marty and Clara can face their fears this time around their circle, and find the courage to actually go with that flow? Maybe, just maybe, they can have that love affair that often exists true-ly in fairytales, but once in a while moves into reality as well, jumping off the pages of a book, leaping out of the TV or off the reel life movie screen—a real and a very true love.

 

Buy Links: 

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Everything-Happy-Ending-Tia-Shurina/dp/0578166038/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1457713470&sr=8-1

 

Publisher https://mascotbooks.com/mascot-marketplace/buy-books/nonfiction/bios-and-memoirs/everything-and-a-happy-ending/

 

 

Press Release

 PR Newswire

 

 

Will Tia Shurina give Ray Romano a “Happy Ending”? New Memoir Reveals Relationship and Unveils Transformation

Tia and Ray

 

Feb 01, 2016, 12:11 ET from Everything and a Happy Ending

NEW YORK, Feb. 1, 2016 /PRNewswire/ — Sometimes a person’s outside public persona isn’t reflective of their inside private life. Everything and a Happy Ending shares her struggle with authenticity between her outer and inner worlds; her real and true lives. It also details how an old friendship turned to secreted emotional love affair and how she helped him flip a not so funny reality into a fantastical new reel life self.

As Tia transitioned through her own real life roles she became the muse for one of Hollywood’s most beloved stars.

Her book illuminates her awakening and metamorphosis, committed to embracing the high road of nourishment, while exuding courage and kindness. Her memoir shares her journey to give and receive love without domination, submission, or sublimation. She takes the reader through sorrow and tribulation leading to growth, clarity, peace, release and joy recounting three interwoven circles & love stories. EAAHE chronicles how her childhood relationship with her father set the foundation for her long marriage to her ex-husband; then shares how their adult relationship “set the stage” for a unique love story with the comedian. She details how her faith is strengthened as her own re-birth inspired her old friend to grow and evolve himself. She’s been his shadow muse since a poignant, powerful reconnection became the catalyst for her privately shared personal evolution which became the root and core of Romano’s own journey of “soulwork”. That inspiration allowed him to achieve some of the greatest successes of his career.

Shurina states, “My dad’s advice to his children was, ‘hold your form’. Those bestowed bellwether words were integral to embracing my faith, finding joy within (and without!), allowing ‘true’ love, giving in peace and empowering others to rise to their own best form.”

Her story is a tour de force of emergence into empowerment & the recognition of the interconnected heart, balancing the spiritual and the material, and her selfless, unconditional giving to help liberate another from a life born of a need for adulation and acceptance.

“It’s my prayer another woman of a certain age feeling dissatisfied in her life might take a babystep forward.”

EAAHE combines real and true aspects of Eat Pray Love crossing paths with 50 Shades, Marty, Parenthood and Someday Someday Maybe meeting When the Balls Drop.

 

http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/will-tia-shurina-give-ray-romano-a-happy-ending-new-memoir-reveals-relationship-and-unveils-transformation-300212049.html

 

 

Author Bio:

Tia Shurina lives in Queens, NYC but still spends time on the Jersey Shore, where she feels safest in the bungalows she spent her childhood summers.  She is, most days, really filled with joy.  She is, every day, truly filled with peace.   She looks forward to a happy ending each new day, however it unfolds, whomever it holds, & however the Universe molds, as she continues to create a new “happily ever after”, staying committed to rising above her fears, moving out of her comfort zones and going with the flow of her life.

 

Website: http://everythingandahappyending.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/everythingAAHE

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14261868.Tia_Shurina

Meet Author Lovey @indielovepromo and Her #NewRelease! #books #FridayReads


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I love discovering new books and authors. It’s my great pleasure to introduce you to Lovey. She’s the author of the brand new release, I’m Too Grown for This. She agreed to sit down for an interview. Please welcome her to the POTL Blog and be sure to check out her book, too. Take it away, Lovey:

What is your writing process?
-I just write. I have tried outlines, setting time aside and other tricks but for me; the best thing to do is write when my characters are speaking to me.

Do you have any odd writing habits?
-The only odd habit I have is writing on my phone then transferring it. I think I’m more comfortable with the phone so I use it first.

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?
-My biggest fiction writing inspiration is Sista Souljah because she was able to bring life to a book on The Coldest Winter Ever. My biggest nonfiction inspiration is Iyanla Vanzant. Her work touches on everything life may throw at you.

How important are names to you in your books?
-My character names are the most important thing in the story for me. They tell readers who they are. Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning? I use names I like that are not trendy but cute.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?
-Find your lane and stay in it. Do not compare your outcome to anyone’s.

Do you write naked?
-I do but I love to be naked so it’s not really abnormal.

What is your biggest failure?
-Not self-publishing from the start

What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told?
-That I wasnt writing anymore.

Have you ever been in trouble with the law?
-Yes, I went to jail for library books.

Have you ever gotten into a fight?
-Yes, when I was younger but I learned that there were people out there that could handle me.

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Title: I’m Too Grown For This
Author: Lovey
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
Publisher: PenPoint Publications

Book Blurb:
Loves, Lies, Pain and Deceit are all part of being an adult or grown. Reno and Montana seem to have the perfect relationship besides him being in another relationship with Shira. After he decides to marry one of them everyones life changes. But, will he end up with either of them?

Talia and Montana are like sisters but Montana’s blood sister Dakota has a few secrets that may tear up friendships, marriages and more. Plus, one split second decision including Sampson; Talia’s husband could truly ruin their lives.

Will love conquer all? Can marriages and friendships be saved? “I’m Too Grown For This” is the story of adult decisions and consequences.

Excerpt:
1997

“Monty, why are you so difficult? The dress is fine. Showing everybody exactly what you are offering.”

“Mama, I swear you be sounding like a pimp. It’s cute but it isn’t fitting me right; up top.”

“It is; honey you get them thangs from me so be proud. We are just top heavy. Its in the blood.”

We both laughed and at that moment my sister Dakota walked in the room.

“Monty, I wish I could go with you.  You look nice.”

We hugged.  My mama and sister were my best friends.  It’s always been the three of us.  My daddy isn’t around much but he does send that check every month and when my mama or us calls; he comes.  I never knew what it was like to have real love from any man but tonight I planned to find out.  It’s Prom Night and I promised Carl that we were going to spend it together.  I lied and told my mother that I was staying with my best friend Talia because I didn’t know how she would react.  Talia lied and said she was staying with me because our parents never check in on us.

“Thanks, Kota and your time is coming. At least you got Freshman Dance this year; I couldn’t go to mine because I was babysitting you.”

I punched her in the arm.

“Damg, Monty…you still blaming me for that.”

“Yep.”

“Well, neither of you should have been upset because I had to work.  That’s when your daddy was gone away so I had to hold it down but thank God that didn’t last too long. Kota; run to the corner store and get me another disposable camera before Carl gets here. I done used all the film in this one.”

“Ok, Monty; you good?”

I nodded and watched Dakota walk out of the room.  I sat on the bed because all of this getting ready had made me tired and I needed to clear my head before Carl got here. My mama sat down beside me.

“Montana; listen.  Tonight is a big night for you. I didn’t get a prom because I was pregnant with Dakota at 16 and you were already three.  I don’t regret ya’ll but I do know that things could have been different. Your daddy was and is the love of my life but he clearly doesn’t ever plan to settle down; he even says it.  Still, I know that he is my soulmate so with all his kids and all his mess I deal with him.  Now, I know that ya’ll have seen me with other men but none of them mean a thing.  I also know that Carl is the love of your life and I’m sure you plan on showing him tonight.”

My eyes bucked but I couldn’t open my mouth to lie.

“Just relax. I understand.  Please remember a few things before you decide that you are ready to be a woman.  Carl is a man that has one main objective with women; he needs to feel good. So far, you are doing something right because he seems pretty into you but don’t think giving it up is going to make him love you forever. I’m sure he has had others and he might like them better.  Now, always use protection and I mean it. He should have condoms and I have been hoping that you were smart enough to ask me for a pill but since you didn’t; I have already put a diaphragm in your purse.  Be smart about babies and diseases.  I ain’t raising no more.”

I started to speak but she held her hand up.

“Men are all the same.  They may love you but they are going to love you the way they know how.  It doesn’t matter if you are the best thing that ever happened to them or if they really want to settle down; money along with power and respect make them stray.  They want a woman that is going to help them get to where they need to be financially. They want the power of knowing that they are the man and they want the respect of everyone around them; so they make choices.  Learn now to not get in your feelings about any of it.  If he is the man for you; you will know.  Yeah, you may decide that if he is cutting up that you are going to too but keep your heart open for him.  If he has a wife or girlfriend; do not let her move you…as long as he is coming back; be happy!  I may sound crazy but I know what I am talking about.  I promise that each and everytime I make love to your daddy; it is just like the first time. But, I know that he needs more and I don’t even think about it.”

“But, mama…does he really love you if he is with other women?”

“He does.  The way he knows how and I am not stupid and could have any man I want but he is the one for me; so I am waiting for him. I may never get him but he knows that I am here.”

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N2WNHGG

 

Author Biography:

Lovey aka Indie Love aka Lovey Shareese is an author that is changing the game. Her ability to tell life stories through her pen has set her aside. She gives you truth in fiction and doesn’t hide the pain behind situations. She has over 10 books published in the genres of Urban, Christian and Womens Fiction. She has also published a self help book. She is planning to release several books in 2017 and encourages everyone to make their wave and ride it.

Social Media Links:
FB: Www.facebook.com/indielove

Twitter: @indielovepromo

IG: @indielove733

We’re Thrilled to Introduce @Suzy_Henderson and her #historicalfiction novel #ASMSG


We’re so excited to have historical novelist, Suzy Henderson, here on the POTL Blog today. Her debut novel, The Beauty Shop, sounds fantastic and we’re deciding which of us gets to read it first. Suzy agreed to sit down for an interview and we’re proud to introduce her. Take it away, Suzy:

 

  1. Are you a plotter or a pantster?

In the beginning, I was a pantster, but I soon realised it was impossible to work that way and to expect to be able to draft a complete historical novel. The research for my debut was huge and took a considerable amount of time – I’m talking many months. So, I began writing this as a pantster which, looking back now was ridiculous. When I ran out of steam, I was left frustrated. I knew what I wanted to say, but I didn’t know how to say it. That was when I relented and began to plan. The structure worked very well, eradicated the writer’s block while bringing in a flood of fresh ideas. It helped me complete the novel and revise it – several times in truth. I’ve since written a contemporary romance and decided once more to be a panster, only to stop and plan half-way through. So, a plotter I am.

 

  1. What is your least favorite part of the publishing /writing process?

Marketing my book is my least favourite part. I think that once I have the paperback format, I’ll enjoy arranging book signings and talking to the public about the book. That’s something I know I’ll love, but it’s the ‘behind-the-scenes’ work I dislike. Well, the problem is that it takes away your writing time which is so precious. Writing the next book is vital, and so I think it’s essential to strike the right balance.

 

  1. What are you working on now? What is your next project?

Well, I’m staying with the WW2 period for the time being, and I have a novel which is almost complete. I can’t say too much about it yet, but there is an SOE theme with a slight difference, and it’s mainly set in France.

 

  1. What is your writing process?

I’m not sure I have much of a process as such. I get up and write, or I don’t write – it all depends on the day and the work revolving around marketing the recent book. I love writing early morning and late in the evening when the house is quiet and calm, and my writing flows so much easier. I do try to write every day, even if it’s simply to jot down random thoughts – it doesn’t have to be about making a certain word count each day, not to me. I write verses too, anything goes.

 

  1. Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Hilary Mantel gave me the courage to be a writer. Not only do I love her writing style and her books, but her beautiful memoir, Giving up The Ghost, is a frank account of her early life and her journey into writing. In it, she talks about how she always knew she could write well, but she had never written fiction, and so she had to learn. Well, that was my turning point. I suddenly thought if she can do it then so can I. Also, Pat Barker inspired me with her Regeneration Trilogy, novels that were so relevant to my writing.

 

  1. If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Without any hesitation, I’d love to be able to go back in time – and you can guess where I’d go. That would be the ultimate journey, although I may just be tempted to remain lost in the past.

 

  1. Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

France, especially the Pyrenees. It’s beautiful and intriguing, and I’d love to see the museum for the Maquis and the various memorials. The area is steeped in history and is remarkable.

 

  1. What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

At the top of that list is my ride in a B-17 Flying Fortress. For that, I need to make a trip to America as it’s not possible here in the UK. I can’t wait, and I just know I’ll be in tears – happy and sad. Next, I’d love to fly in a Lancaster Bomber – again, the only place I can do this is in Canada. I recently decided I’d also love to take some flying lessons. I’ve always been too nervous in the past, but I think I’m growing bolder as I grow older! That would be so great.

 

  1. What secret talents do you have?

Music has always been a passion ever since I was a child and I play the flute.

 

  1. Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I don’t smoke and, rather bizarrely, I’m sensitive to alcohol, so I no longer drink. My vice is snacks – sugar ultimately and that’s pretty bad when you’re a writer, and you sit for long periods. So, I’ve banished most of the bad treats, and I drink a lot of water. So far so good and no cravings after six weeks.

 

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Title: The Beauty Shop

Author: Suzy Henderson

Genre: Historical Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

England, 1942. After three years of WWII, Britain is showing the scars. But in this darkest of days, three lives intertwine, changing their destinies and those of many more.

Dr Archibald McIndoe, a New Zealand plastic surgeon with unorthodox methods, is on a mission to treat and rehabilitate badly burned airmen – their bodies and souls. With the camaraderie and support of the Guinea Pig Club, his boys battle to overcome disfigurement, pain, and prejudice to learn to live again.

John ‘Mac’ Mackenzie of the US Air Force is aware of the odds. He has one chance in five of surviving the war. Flying bombing missions through hell and back, he’s fighting more than the Luftwaffe. Fear and doubt stalk him on the ground and in the air, and he’s torn between his duty and his conscience.

Shy, decent and sensible Stella Charlton’s future seems certain until war breaks out. As a new recruit to the WAAF, she meets an American pilot on New Year’s Eve. After just one dance, she falls head over heels for the handsome airman. But when he survives a crash, she realises her own battle has only just begun.

Based on a true story, “The Beauty Shop” is a moving tale of love, compassion, and determination against a backdrop of wartime tragedy.

 

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Ward III, Queen Victoria Hospital,

East Grinstead, November 1942

 

The boy lay swathed in bandages that masked third-degree burns to the face, neck, chest, arms, and legs; the aftermath of a skirmish with the Luftwaffe. It was a miracle he’d been able to bail out of his flaming Spitfire and pull the cord on his parachute, with hands of molten wax, skin that hung in shards like ripped silk, and fingers melded together by the heat of the furnace. Archibald McIndoe inhaled as he hovered in the doorway of the side room and wrinkled his nose against the cloying stench of charred flesh that assaulted his nostrils. It was a nauseating odour he was used to and usually ignored, but tonight was different. Tonight it was especially malodorous and reached into the back of his throat, and he cupped his nose with his hand as he tried not to gag.

 

He sauntered out into the ward. Music flowed from the gramophone further down, and the upbeat, familiar Glenn Miller sound swung out, a delightful blend of saxophones, trumpets, and strings. ‘American Patrol.’ The volume was unusually low; he sensed that was purposefully done out of respect and his heart contracted. A haze of stale cigarette smoke and the sweet aroma of beer blended in the air to mask any clinical odours or otherwise. With the blackout curtains drawn, the bedside lighting cast a subdued glow around the ward. He stopped in front of the coke stove and held his hands in the wave of heat that streamed from the door. They were still numb from the frosty evening air, even though he had been back inside for a while.

 

He glanced around. The place looked more like a barracks than a hospital. One airman lay stretched out on top of his bed, reading a newspaper, a smouldering cigarette resting between the first two fingers of his right hand. He glanced up.

 

‘Evening, Maestro.’ The voice was flat.

 

Archie nodded a greeting. Three others sat huddled around the table in the middle of the ward, playing cards. Suddenly, an airman in RAF blues sprang up from his chair and grabbed the blonde VAD nurse with the ruby lips and twirled her around, dancing to the tune, which promptly changed to a slower number. Then he drew her close as they waltzed to notes that quivered in the air. He glanced at Archie and grinned. ‘Hello, Maestro. Fancy a beer?’

 

‘No thanks, Dickie, not tonight.’

 

His upturned mouth sagged into a straight line, and he nodded, his hand slipping from the nurse’s waist as he moved away – thirty seconds of frivolity anaesthetised by the gathering dark clouds. As Archie ambled back towards the side room, the boys gazed at him with sombre faces, their eyes glazed. Amidst the clink of beer glasses, the chain-smoking, and the banter, they all knew.

 

Back in the side room, another sound filtered in, a desperate, chilling rasp, and the hairs at the nape of Archie’s neck prickled. He sighed. He had told the boy exactly what he said to all of them when they first arrived. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll fix you up.’ His stomach sank. He’d tried his best, truly he had.

 

He strode over to the bed. David’s breathing had changed since this morning. He was in the period of transition; the final phase. Archie swallowed. Dear God, why had it come to this? David lay quite still, rattling breaths cutting through the hush, a thatch of golden blond hair just visible above his bandages. Did he have a girl and did she ever thread her fingers through his hair? It was a random thought, plucked from nowhere, silly really, but then this whole event was bizarre and surreal. It shouldn’t be happening – just like this bloody war. The words of his cousin Harold Gillies sprung into his mind: This war will bring injuries never seen before. Archie nodded. ‘Right again, as usual,’ he muttered.

 

Why couldn’t he have saved him? Yes, the boy had severe injuries, albeit injuries he could have survived. However, the infection that had taken a serious hold several days ago had changed the course of David’s life, bending its flow in another direction. Sepsis had spread, his organs were failing, and there was nothing to be done. Nothing at all, except sit here and wait. The boy sucked in breaths through an open mouth. Archie glanced around and spotted the kidney dish on the bedside table with a mouth swab and water. He gently dabbed David’s dry lips and tongue. At least he could do that.

 

Buy Links:

http://myBook.to/TheBeautyShop

 

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Author Biography:

Suzy Henderson was born in the North of England, but a career in healthcare would eventually take her to rural Somerset. Years later, she decided to embark upon a degree in English Literature with The Open University.

 

 

That was the beginning of a new life journey, rekindling her love of writing and passion for history. With an obsession for military and aviation history, she began to write.

 

 

It was an old black and white photograph of her grandmother that caught Suzy’s imagination many years ago. Her grandmother died in 1980 as did her tales of war as she never spoke of those times. When she decided to research her grandmother’s war service in the WAAF, things spiralled from there. Stories came to light, little-known stories and tragedies and it is such discoveries that inform her writing.

 

 

Having relocated to the wilds of North Cumbria, she has the Pennines in sight and finally feels at home. Suzy is a member of the Historical Novel Society and the Romantic Novelists Association. “The Beauty Shop” is her debut novel and will be released 28th November 2016.

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://www.suzyhendersonauthor.com/

WordPress suzyhenderson.wordpress.com

Blog http://lowfellwritersplace.blogspot.co.uk/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15954239.Suzy_Henderson

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/SuzyHendersonAuthor/

Twitter https://twitter.com/Suzy_Henderson

Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/109057622139171622985

LinkedIn https://uk.linkedin.com/in/suzy-henderson-714a4353

Nine Quirky Facts Mrs. N Doesn’t Want You to Know #ASMSG #IARTG #AmWriting


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Mr. N here, Mrs. N is off working today (and doing a superb job, too) so I thought it would be the perfect time to spotlight my beloved. Mrs. N is a gifted writer and at times, she’s too shy to toot her own horn. So, as her soul mate and writing partner, I’m qualified to do it for her. 😉 Shhh, just don’t tell her. It’ll have to be our little secret.

 

The first story I ever wrote was about a princess who escaped her ivory tower and became best friends with a purple dragon named Patsy. I know, the name could use work and I was a rebel even back then. I wrote it for English class and got an A+. Ahhh, my first review. 🙂

 

I have a hard time writing in the company of others. That’s why I can’t write in a coffee shop or surrounded by people. I feel self-conscious and my muse shuts down. I have to be alone with no prying eyes peeking over my shoulder.

 

I get distracted easily. Thus, no television on but music is a must for my writing environment. If there is something that catches my eye, I have to force myself back to my writing. Otherwise, procrastination takes hold and I’ll never get anything done.

 

I free-write a lot. I talk about the freedom and flooding of ideas that happens every time I free-write. The act of just letting my fingers do the talking is one of the best ways my characters emerge.

 

When I was 16, I won first prize in a poetry contest paying tribute to our veterans. I won $50 and invited to be on a float. I spent the money on books and politely declined to appear on the float (painfully shy).

 

I use life experiences to create real, honest characters in my writing. I’m a firm believer that life is filled with inspiration.

 

Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella is my first foray into contemporary romance. I’ve been a reader of romance since I was twelve and the pressure was on. I normally write paranormal romance but I loved writing this novella. Sally’s story flowed out of me faster than I could write it down.

 

I got caught up in the “proper way” of writing almost two years ago and as a result, lost my writing fire. I listened to a few people who told me I was doing it wrong. The thing is, each writer has his/her own writing style and I have my own way of telling a story. It’s what makes me unique. I’m happy to say that I am back to writing in my own style and happier than I’ve ever been!

 

I write flash fiction and poetry as a warm-up to writing a novel/novella. I start with a writing prompt and let my muse take over. It gets the ideas flowing and my fingers write faster than I can keep up. I then keep them for later book ideas. Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella came from a flash fiction story I wrote back in March 2015.

 

A few bonus facts:

 

I love to read books. It’s a passion of mine and I continue to discover new authors.

 

I love to bake goodies and my new favorite thing is to add boxed chocolates to brownie batter and bake. It adds such a depth of chocolate flavor and sophistication.

 

I’m a happy positive person, most of the time. Sometimes I get frustrated and tired but then I give myself a shake and am happy again.

 

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Title: Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, New Adult Romance

Blurb:

Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.

When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

Excerpt:

Jack looked where she pointed.

“Sally…” he began.

“Yes?”

“Are you planning on selling it when the farm’s made a profit?”

Sally sighed.

He turned her body around, his gaze penetrating hers.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I know Grandpa wanted me to keep it in the family.” She furrowed her brow. “I’m not a country girl; my heart belongs to the city.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He moved a step closer. “Farming is hard work and you have to love it to make it successful.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t beat yourself up for following your heart.”

Sally winced.

“What?”

“Jack, I’m not sure what my heart wants. Part of me loves being here, carrying on the family name.”

“But…” Jack raised an eyebrow warily.

“But I have a life in the city. I’ve almost finished my degree –”

“You have Trevor,” Jack interrupted her. He shook his head.

“What’s wrong with that? Yes, I have a life and a boyfriend in the city. I’ve told you a thousand times my dream is to open my own sidewalk cafe.” She folded her arms over her chest. “Don’t you want me to be happy, Jack?” Her voice sounded hurt, even to her own ears.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

“This isn’t going how I wanted it to.” He glanced up at her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything. It’s just –”

“What?” Sally cocked her head to one side.

The telephone rang inside.

“Shit, I have to go answer it. I’ll be right back.” She ran into the house.

“Hello?”

“Hi beautiful.” Trevor.

 

Buy Links:

Available at Amazon Worldwide exclusively: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01581XM50

 

FREE on Kindle Unlimited!!!

 

Paperback: https://www.createspace.com/5697490

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26134330-planting-the-seeds-of-love

 

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Author Bio: N. N. Light is the best-selling husband-wife writing team, commonly known as Mr. N and Mrs. N. Mrs. N. has been creating stories ever since she was little. Her grandfather remembers when she was two years old, she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell him a story filled with emotion (and in a language foreign to him) with her hands on her hips. Let’s just say she was a born storyteller.

They’re blissfully happy and love all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports, trains, history, cooking and baking. Their mantra is to spread the Light.

Most of the time you can find them on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. They’re a proud member of ASMSG and Independent Author Network.

In addition to being authors, they’re also book promoters/reviewers, social media marketers/influencers and the owners of N. N. Light Author Promotions. They both love books, have ever since they were young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives them great pleasure.

 

They’d love to connect with you either via email or via these various social media sites:

 

Website: http://princessofthelight.com

Blog: https://princessofthelight.wordpress.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/nnlight

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/NNP_W_Light

Bookbub:  https://www.bookbub.com/authors/n-n-light

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/nnlight

LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/n-n-light/90/1a7/902

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/118060034268079734144/posts

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/nnlight

Independent Author Network: http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/n-n-light.html

 

 

 

First Time Ever: Mr N and Mrs N Sit Down for an Interview #books #ASMSG #IARTG


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Want to get to know the couple behind the moniker, N. N. Light?

This is your lucky day! Both Mr. N and Mrs. N sit down with Barbara Donlon Bradley for an honest, thought-provoking author interview. We talk about everything from writing tips, favorite books/authors to writing advice and our new release. So click on the link below and discover the real us:

https://barbaradonlonbradley.blogspot.ca/2016/11/welcome-nnlight-back-nnpwlight.html

 

While you’re there, check out our poetry book, Poetry of Love: The Engagement Year. It makes a great gift for the holidays or an upcoming wedding.

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Meet Award-Winning Author @CRaddon and A Ride Through Time #FridayReads #Romance


It’s our great pleasure to introduce you to Charlene Raddon. Not only is she an award-winning author but she’s a talented cover artist as well. She has a true artist’s eye for book covers and designs her own covers. She loves writing western historical romances with dashes of the supernatural (swoon-worthy hero ghosts). She agreed to sit down for an interview. Her honesty is breathtaking as are all her stories. Take it away, Charlene:

 

Do you have any odd writing habits?

The only thing odd about my writing habits is that they are so erratic. I keep trying to be organized but it just doesn’t work for me.

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

The Way West, by A. B. Guthrie

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

Names are very important. They often give the reader’s first impression of the character and should be carefully chosen to reflect the character’s personality. I also have a thing about names that are wrong for the era. I hate seeing authors name a 19th century girl Sidney or some other name that wouldn’t have existed at that time.

 

Have you always liked to write?

No, unlike most authors, writing never occurred to me although, looking back, I can see that I had a natural affinity for it even when I was young. I didn’t start writing until I was nearly forty. I woke up from a dream and knew the scene had to be in a book. So I wrote that book. Unfortunately, it isn’t published. Yet. Before that fateful morning, I was an artist.

 

What is your next project?

Right now I’m working on a novella and editing a mystery for a friend. I have so many writing projects to choose from, I’m not sure where I’ll go next. Probably work on The Secret of Nugget Gulch. I have one chapter written on that one. It’s about a heart surgeon who loses a patient, plus her grandfather to heart attacks and decides not to operate ever again. She inherits her grandfather’s ranch in Montana where there is a protected ghost town. There is a mysterious key that unlocks a certain door in this town and allows her to slip into the past. There, in 1884, she becomes the town doctor, but comes and goes from past to present.

 

Do you write naked?

What a horrifying thought. Are there authors who do that?

 

What is your biggest failure?

In 1999, when the historical market crashed, I became discouraged and gave up writing for some time. That was a very stupid, costly error.

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

She tried.

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

The ability to control people’s minds so I could stop them from being cruel idiots.

 

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

I was a dreamer and liked to play house with my dolls and make up stories about their lives. I also created my own paper dolls and designed clothes for them. Even as a child, I was artistic, which is why, I guess, I design book covers for authors, as well as write books.

 

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Title:   A Ride Through Time

Author  Charlene Raddon

Genre  Western Historical Ghost Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Ghosts. Murder. Love. P.S.I. Agent Burke Jameson travels to Eagle Gulch, Colorado to investigate a report of ghost activity at a house where a murder took place in 1881. When his vehicle carrying his P.S.I. equipment dies, and a riderless mare appears, he mounts up, hoping the horse will lead him to her fallen rider. What he finds is a whole new life beyond his imagination.

Excerpt:

Burke’s gaze cut to the house and that eerie deja vu sensation washed over him again. Cold wafted around him like icy arms. He shivered.

Likely scared off the mare with his unprecedented howl at the moon. Nothing more.

Didn’t matter anyway.

What counted was doing his job.

He drew in a deep breath and smelled smoke.

Smoke?

Gray plumes curled up from the chimney, ghostly pale against the darkening sky. Someone must be inside. Why hadn’t he noticed the scent right away? And the faint candlelight behind the lace curtains? Burke prided himself on his powers of observation. Hadn’t done too well this time.

Whoever was here had likely come to check the house’s condition and do repairs. They had set a fire for warmth while they worked. Nothing spooky or dangerous about that. They must have parked in the back. He shook off the niggle of dread on his spine, stepped onto the wooden pallet that served as a porch, and raised his fist to knock.

Plain, unadorned wood.

Where was the plaque proclaiming the place a historic site? And the vinyl-protected display stand that related the Halstead story?

Had the historical society given up maintaining the property? That could explain the house’s poor condition—the peeling paint, the sagging porch roof—but not the missing deadbolt lock that had been there seventeen years ago. Who would ignore badly needed repairs, yet replace a perfectly fine door with one that had never seen a deadbolt?

Whatever was going on here, he’d get to the bottom of it. In fact, he couldn’t wait.

If only Gabe would arrive with the P.S.I. equipment. Burke’s instincts screamed paranormal, louder than ever. His nose itched with urgency. He looked at Spook. The Vizsla sniffed among the leaves; just a normal dog.

Lifting the cuff of his jacket, he checked his watch. Not an ordinary watch, but a specially fashioned piece of modern equipment that not only gave the time, date and weather but acted as a recorder as well. It contained an EDI meter, an Infrared thermal scanner, an EMF detector, and GPS. Right now, the detector showed red, indicating a disruption in the electronic field. That likely meant a ghost disrupting the frequency. The scanner also showed the temperature continued to drop.

So why had Spook’s highly trained instincts gone offline?

Burke pressed the communication button and texted Gabe. While he waited for a reply, he walked the grounds searching for an injured man thrown from a horse. He found nothing and received no reply. Damn.

On his way back to the house he tried his phone again. Nothing. He would have blamed it on the multitude of trees that had surrounded the place, but they were gone.

He peered through an old, distorted glass pane, past the lace curtains. The furniture appeared much the same—what hadn’t been stolen before the historical society took possession. No sign of occupants but they could be in the kitchen or upstairs. Each floor had two rooms, the living area in the front, kitchen in back, and two bedrooms upstairs.

Flummoxed. Burke felt plain flummoxed.

Hell, where had he come up with that antiquated word? The house and its atmosphere were getting to him.

He glanced at the window again. A face—stark, shadowed, creepy as hell—looked back.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon  https://www.amazon.com/Ride-Through-Time-Charlene-Raddon-ebook/dp/B01M5G39UE/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32811833-a-ride-through-time?ac=1&from_search=true

 

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Author Biography:

Charlene Raddon’s first serious attempt at writing fiction came in 1980 when a vivid dream drove her to drag out a typewriter and begin writing. She’s been writing ever since. Because of a love for romance novels and the Wild West, her primary genre is historical romance. At present, she has five books originally published in paperback by Kensington Books. More recently these were published as e-Books by Tirgearr Publishing. In May, 2016 Charlene self-published her ebooks with new covers. Charlene also designs book covers and other graphic materials for authors at her site, http://silversagebookcovers.com.

 

Social Media Links:

http://charleneraddon.com

http://charleneraddon.blogspot.com

http://facebook.com/CharleneRaddon

https://www.amazon.com/Charlene-Raddon/e/B000APG1P8/

 

 

 

 

 

Meet @DianeMoatAuthor and her New Release #FridayReads #books #fantasy


As many of you know, we love meeting new authors and introducing you to their books. It gives us great pleasure to introduce you to Diane Moat. She writes young adult fantasy with dashes of romance. Not only is she a talented storyteller but she loves bacon. She’s aces in our eyes and we hope you enjoy getting to know her better. Take it away, Diane: 

 

Do you have any odd writing habits?

I have four Chihuahuas, and one of them must be on my lap or next to me when I am writing. If none of them are around I have been known to go find one and put it on my lap! Somehow it helps me focus.

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

Names are very important, but I don’t usually know them in the beginning. As I write and get a picture of the character, the name comes along also.

 

Have you always liked to write?

Surprisingly, no. I only started writing a year ago, as a lark. Within a week I was hooked.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

If you love writing, write. Then write some more. Do it because you love it.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I read every review and try to respond to them all. The bad reviews don’t bother me and I appreciate whenever someone takes the time to give feedback. The harder thing for me is when someone gives the book a bad review/score and they haven’t read it. One person didn’t like the topic so gave me a one star review just from that. Those I still struggle with.

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

This is my second book. I wrote Dog Gone earlier this year. It is a novel about an animal rescuer turned vigilante toward animal abusers.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

At the end of my current novel, Guardian of the Way, Cass had many adventures ahead of her. She has started down that path and I should have the second book out in the Spring of 2017.

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

Bacon. I admire folks who are vegetarians, but put bacon near me and I will eat it!

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Finding lost pets. It breaks my heart to see a lost pet sign and I would reunite every single one if I could.

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

Ireland. It’s where my ancestors are from. I would love to go on a tour of different castles.

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

Three or four times a year I dream there is some emergency and my phone won’t work. It either won’t connect or the person on the other end can’t hear me. I haven’t figured that one out yet.

 

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Title: Guardian of the Way

Author: Diane Moat

Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy, Romance

 

Tagline:

When eighteen-year-old Cass discovers that she’s part fae, a battle begins among supernatural  creatures to appoint her the new Guardian who’ll open up the Way between the worlds.

 

Book Blurb:

It’s been two centuries since someone murdered the last Guardian of the Way, closing off this world from the many realms of magic and fae.

 

Cassiopeia “Cass” Wilson is an eighteen-year-old living on her own for the first time. The only magic she’s interested in is the kind that will help her pay the bills on time. Little does she know that a trip to the hospital after a fainting spell will change her life forever.

 

Cass soon learns she may be fae, and everything points to her being the next Guardian of the Way. There’s just one problem: whoever—or whatever—killed the last Guardian wants Cass dead too.

 

Cass quickly runs into problems, and an attack by djinn is just the first. But Cass joins forces with a wrath daemon, were-creatures, and fae on a quest to reach the Lighthouse—the site of the Way.

 

Cass soon learns about wizards desperate to keep the Way closed to serve their dark purposes, and she comes to a crossroads: will she take the test to become the new Guardian and leave her normal life behind? Or will the Way remain closed to all who need it?

 

Hear what readers are saying about Guardian of the Way:

“Cass Wilson takes us right along with her in this journey, revealing a world she never knew existed, with a diverse new tribe of companions, protectors, and friends. A must read for anyone who wonders what else is out there beyond what we can see.” by C.S.

 

“A strong story, full of surprises. Getting there is half the fun, but is she meant for this challenging job between many worlds? Quite worth a read.” by M. Hayden

 

Excerpt:

A massive lighthouse sits off the coast of Maine near the town of Cutler. The building has stood empty for over two-hundred years. Those who can make out the edifice view a tower of stone and paned glass unlike any other lighthouse they have ever seen. The specific dimensions are hard to determine as this structure, unlike most lighthouses, is not a single tower. Instead, it has a broader base than usual, with what appear to be turrets at the top. The construction may even consist of two buildings connected at the middle. But not many people question this odd lighthouse, or even wonder why it remains vacant. 

 

This is because most Humans can’t actually see the Lighthouse. A few who have a drop of Fey, Were or “Other” blood may perceive an ordinary lighthouse. And some instinct guides these souls to avoid the building, though they wouldn’t be able to voice why if they were asked. True Fey, Were, Vampires, and other supernatural beings can certainly identify the building known to them as the Lighthouse, but none of them dare try to enter. Those genuine descendants know the Way is blocked, and has been for the two-hundred years the Lighthouse has stood dark. 

 

The place has sat empty since the most recent Lighthouse Guardian died one horrible night at the pinnacle. The Guardian had only been Guardian for four-hundred years and was killed well before his time. Inside the Lighthouse lies the only permanent causeway (the “Way”) between the worlds of magic and the world of the mundane. Fey, Were, Vampires and other non-Humans, despite the barrier to journeying across from inside the Lighthouse, could still travel between these two worlds using costly magic spells—but such a trip is difficult and dangerous. The entrance to the Way closed at the time of the Guardian’s death, and neither magic nor mundane had been able to open it since.

 

On one late evening in particular, a large man sat under a tree just outside of Cutler, eating the stew his mate had made earlier and placed in a storage dish. The season was early fall, but already the nights had a bite to them. The man was on his third shift of watch duty in a row. He had pulled this job ten months previously and was glad the rotations were only a year long. He would be back home in Louisiana before the truly bitter winter was well underway.

 

The man was suddenly blinded by a light coming from the very top of the Lighthouse. The man’s reflexes were frighteningly quick, but even so he dropped his stew. Flabbergasted, he stared directly at the light for a full twenty seconds, until he no longer cared about the meal. He turned away from the brightness, and shedding his clothes, he found his legs shortening and his arms lengthening. In less than a minute, a large dark-grey Wolf shook himself once, then again. Glancing back for a final look at the Lighthouse, the Wolf began running toward the town. 

 

He wouldn’t stop running until he was at his pack leader’s house. From there, word would spread like a virus. Everything was different now. For somewhere in this ordinary domain, two minutes before, a brand-new Guardian had been born. 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Guardian-Way-Diane-Moat-ebook/dp/B01MFD7KNC

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32795260-guardian-of-the-way?from_search=true

 

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Author Biography:

When not creating fantastical worlds of young adult fiction, Diane Moat spends her time in Tennessee as an animal rescuer and nurse. Her various rescue dogs often assist her in the creative process.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/DianeMoatAuthor/

Website http://www.dianemoatauthor.com/

Twitter @DianeMoatAuthor

 

 

 

Get to Know Author @LinWilder and Her Upcoming Medical Mystery #POTLReads #FridayReads


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We first met Lin Wilder in 2015 and after reading her gripping, Do You Solemnly Swear?, we couldn’t get enough of her writing. We’re big fans and after a few nudgings, she agreed to sit down for an author interview. So, grab your favorite beverage and enjoy! Take it away, Lin: 

 

What is your writing process?

It is not linear. Or analytical or anything like my system when I wrote non-fiction. Totally intuitive, ‘from the seat of my pants’ if you will. During the process of writing my first novel, I wasted many months in futile attempts to come with an outline. Finally, I just began to write the book. As I consider my next book, the 4th in my series, I realize that the title is a very early part of my ‘process’ as are important new characters; their names and an image of what they look like and their outstanding attributes.

Do you have any odd writing habits?

I think most of us writers are odd…therefore odd writing habits are to be expected, aren’t they?

Mine? I never have an outline, title generally appears first—at least early. And have no routine—I write when the words are there, only then. I have learned through many failed attempts to push it that if the words are not there then I will write only drivel. The entire intuitive nature of creative writing feels odd to me—even after 3 novels. And with each new novel, I have to relearn to trust this non-rational, non-system…of waiting until the words appear.

What book do you wish you could have written?

What a cool question! It’s actually a play, A Man for all Seasons by Robert Bolt.

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Since I read voraciously and have since childhood, there are many. Too many to list here. However, the writers which immediately come to mind are: Dean Koontz, Jodi Piccault, Daniel Silva, Carolyn Keane, Albert Payson Terhune, DW Buffa, Daniel Pink, Stephen Pressfield and Robert Greene.

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

Jodi Foster as Dr. Lindsey McCall, Diane Lane would play Kate Townsend, Gerard Butler as Rich Jansen and Liam Hemsworth as Gabe McAllister. Ask me this question next year and the names would change.

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

Names are crucial. But not just the way the name sounds rather the ‘fit’ with the character- the person he or she is. I cannot write about a main character without the name. Sometimes it takes time for the name to show up. But usually they hang around for a while. Here is an example: For the book I’ll start as soon as I ‘recover’ from the just published A Price for Genius, the name Morgan Gardner had been in my mind for close to a year. I knew she was a new character for the next book. A surprise because she is 18 and I don’t write about young characters—teens but I guess that is about to change.

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

Not sure what you are asking here. I have had a number of careers since it’s been a long time since I’ve been called ‘young.’ In each of the careers, I worked hard-often too hard and accumulated a list of what could be called accomplishments. One of what could be called both a burden and a blessing for me is that once I understand-get something as in master it, I lose interest. Because I think there is so much to learn in our very short lifetimes. So I am going to reword your question to what is the best decision I have ever made? It is two pronged: When I became a Christian Catholic-and when I married my husband John.

Current accomplishments? Writing better books each time. This next book is better than the last one. That is always the goal.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

It’s a funny thing but I have never made 5 year goals. Ever. I concentrate on what is happening now- on what I am working on now. Even back when I had no title at all, the goal was simple. For the first few decades, it was to complete the next degree. Which took a long time—Then it was to finish this article or that chapter or the textbook. And then it was to get this or that job. Current goal—force myself to wait at least 6 weeks before starting next book.

Have you always liked to write?

Yes. But until 7 years ago it was non-fiction. The switch to fiction was a surprise- unplanned, like most of my life. And a dream I pretended I no longer wanted until suddenly there I was writing my first novel. I was shocked.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Write. Don’t talk about writing, write. Don’t ask others’ opinions, write. Every once in a while, read an author you know is great that you love and let yourself be intimidated, overwhelmed and convinced you can never write like him or her. Because you can’t. Don’t try. Get a good, no a great editor. Promise yourself once you begin that you will finish it.

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

Write plays.

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

Not sure what you mean here but am guessing that you are referring back to my reply to question #2. So think I am ‘seat of the pants’.

Do you read your reviews?

Yes of course! Each and every one! Do you respond to them, good or bad? No not usually. Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad? Get over it!

What is your best marketing tip?

Develop an email list of interested readers. Then send compelling messages about each new book.

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

Editing, proofing, then more editing and more proofing.

Is there one subject you would never write about as an author?

Graphic sex as in erotica or horror.

Do you have a favorite spot to write? No. What is it?

Since I use a laptop, I write anywhere and everywhere. So no favorite.

Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?

Initially, the sexual scenes were difficult then the murder…now, who knows?

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

No, this is my sixth book.

What are you working on now?

A Pale Horse- Malthus Revisited.

What is your next project?

It will be the 4th of the Lindsey McCall series.

 

Now for something more personal…

 

Do you write naked?

No.

What is your biggest failure?

Not starting to write fiction before now. Looking at this answer, I am not sure that’s true because I think my early fictional writing would not be anywhere as good as it is now.

What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told?

That Hemmingway was my favorite author before I had read any of his books, or any authors of literary quality for that matter.

Have you ever been in trouble with the law?

No.

Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Verbally, plenty of times. No, not a physical fight.

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in a situation that was hard to get out of and what did you do?

I have an absurdly awful sense of direction. My husband and I were in Rome on vacation and we went totally different directions in a weirdly configured museum. I walked in circles for over an hour looking for him. Finally, he found and increasingly desperate me.

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

Don’t smoke yes I drink but not to the point that it’s a problem. Biggest vice? Pride, vanity selfishness-the usual banal list.

What is your biggest fear?

Not fully using each of my gifts. Being lazy, wasting time.

What do you want your tombstone to say?

Don’t care what it says. Figure by then I have done all that I can do so what is written there does not matter.

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Converse with animals- all of them, really understanding one another, the way it must have been in Eden.

If you were a super hero, what would your name be? What costume would you wear?

Wonder Woman- her costume would be fine.

What literary character is most like you?

Both Kate Townsend and Lindsey McCall have similar qualities.

 

What secret talents do you have?

Anything I do well is public knowledge. It’s the stuff I do poorly that I keep to myself.

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

Israel. I would like to see where Christ lived.

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

Humpback whale. I think they have sacred knowledge.

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

Don’t have a bucket list.  Am not a list maker. Probably should be but am not.

If you could have any name in the world, what would you choose?

Probably Lindsey.

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

On my knees from road rash.

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

Withdrawn loner. My blue stuffed dog with an unimaginative name: Blue Dog

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

Yes, trying to escape humungous tidal waves.

 

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Title: A Price for Genius

Author: Lin Wilder

Genre: Medical Mystery

Publisher: Wyatt Mackenzie Imprint

 

Book Blurb:

Dr. Lindsey McCall’s worst fears are realized. Not only have both drugs been stolen but two women have been kidnapped- one maybe dead. Lindsey had known Liisa Reardon’s new drug was alchemy, only this time, the end product actually more precious than gold.

The desperate call from Hank Reardon in Switzerland came late at night causing too many questions. And no answers. Could Lindsey and Rich Jansen uncover who was behind the crimes? It was an inside job-could they figure out who had sold out the Reardons? All in time to save Reardon’s daughter and her chief tech Ariana? Were they risking their lives as well?

The evil words smolder in her mind, the contents of the letter delivered to Hank Reardon

Hello Mr. Reardon,

By the time you get this letter, it will be too late. We’ll already have her.

Here are the steps you must not take:

  • Do not call the cops.
  • Do not contact the FBI
  • Tell no one.
  • We’ll know if you or the FBI. We’ll and we’ll kill her instantly.

You must know Sir, there is a price for genius. We trust you will pay it if you want to see your daughter alive.

 

Excerpt:

PROLOGUE

 Lausanne, Switzerland

Suddenly regaining consciousness, Rich Jansen attempted to stand, then instantly regretted the movement. The pain began at the base of his head and exploded in successive and increasingly intense waves of agony, forcing him to close his eyes, hang his head and wait motionless. Remaining on his hands and knees for a minute then two for the pain to subside, for the nausea to fade, Jansen risked opening his eyes. Squinting at the bright light, he very slowly and carefully moved his head from right to left.

So far so good. Linoleum floor, shiny black and white. That noise what is that sound? Aw no, don’t tell me, please God…

The memories flooded back as Rich raised himself up enough to crouch, knowing better than to immediately stand up. Gingerly reaching behind his head with his right hand, he winced when his fingers probed a large wet and sore swelling at the back of his head. Slowly he stood, swaying a bit while the vast room spun about him.

Whatever they hit me with carried a hell of a wallop.

The phone call from Reardon had happened last night? Or was it yesterday? The minute he hung up the phone, Rich had called the airport to secure a seat on the next flight to Zurich. Sixteen hours later, he had arrived at the animal research labs in the corporate offices of Andrews, Sacks, and Levine, one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world, located in Lausanne Switzerland.

The elfin Ariana had been showing him where the test mice were kept when everything went black. Looking around for her Jansen saw only a few spots of blood and some scuff marks. He saw mice scrabbling all over the lab; for whatever reasons, whoever broke in decided to free hundreds of mice and Ariana was nowhere to be seen.

The letter…where is the letter?

Jansen reached into the pockets of his sports jacket, the copy of the one he’d had on since leaving San Luis Obispo, California and breathed a sigh of relief when his right hand pulled out the single page. A page now bloodied from his head wound.

Hello Mr. Reardon,

By the time you get this letter, it will be too late. We’ll already have her.

Here are the steps you must not take:

  • Do not call the cops.
  • Do not contact the FBI
  • Tell no one.

We’ll know if you contact the police or the FBI. We’ll know and we’ll kill her instantly. But we are civilized businesspeople; this is all about business after all. Do nothing at all until you hear from us. And you will hear from us, Mr. Reardon.

You must know Sir, there is a price for genius. We trust you will pay it if you want to see your daughter alive.

In the other pocket of his jacket, Jansen found his cell. He hit her number.

Please pick up, please pick up.

Heart hammering as he counted the rings, Jansen’s knees nearly buckled with relief when his wife answered her phone. “Lindsey, where are you?”

“Neither. I’m at the track, I was just starting a run with Max.” Lindsey stopped still. She could hear the tension in her husband’s voice.

“Honey, I need to you to get here as soon as you can find someone to take care of Max and get a flight out to Zurich. We’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“What’s happened Rich, what is going on?”

“ Someone clubbed me while Ari was showing me around the lab. When I woke up, Ariana was missing and hundreds of mice were running around loose. Ari and I must have surprised whoever has decided to steal Liisa’s research. Hank is…well, you can imagine how he is.” Grabbing a nearby chair to steady himself, “There’s a letter from Liisa’s kidnappers. We need you to figure out how we meet their demands, we don’t have a lot of time.”

“Are you okay?” Lindsey was on her phone searching for flights out of San Francisco to Zurich  as she waited for his answer.

Rich swayed from another wave of dizziness and nausea, gulped and replied, “Other than a mega lump on the back of my skull, yeah, I’m fine.. Whoever it was just wanted me out of commission for a few minutes. Ari and I must have interrupted whoever it was.”

Rich surveyed the disarray in the lab. Cages were overturned and he could hear the squeals of mice and the scrabbling of their feet on the tiled floor. That had been the noise he had heard when he was coming to. He was way too old for this crap and knew just who he’d call once he ended the call with his wife.

“I can get there faster from San Francisco. I’m calling Kate to make sure it would be okay to bring Max to their house. I’ll aim to be in Zurich by tomorrow at this time, will call you when I know the time I’ll get in. Be careful Rich, please.” But there was only dead air.

“Hey, McAllister, Rich Jansen here. Are you and Baron still roaming free around the country?

“Yo, Rich!” Rich could hear the smile in Gabe’s voice.

“Are you still looking to work for Zach and me?”

“You mean like as a private investigator?”

“Probably more than just investigation Gabe.”

“What do you mean?”

“Gabe, this could get dicey. Two women have been kidnapped, Reardon has a note threatening that they’ll kill his head of research at his pharmaceutical company Andrews, Sacks, and Levine if he brings in the police or the feds. She also happens to be his daughter. And I’ve been attacked within my first hour here.” Scanning the space once again, hoping that Ariana would materialize, Jansen added, “And it looks as if they grabbed the head of the animal research labs too. She was showing me around when we were suddenly assaulted. She is nowhere to be found.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Price-Genius-Dr-Lin-Wilder/dp/1942545681/ref=cm_wl_huc_item#productPromotions

 

Author Biography:

Lin Weeks Wilder has published dozens of articles, wrote a textbook, and has written four self-help books. Lin has written three medical thrillers situated in Houston, Texas where Lin worked for over 23 years.

The Fragrance Shed by a Violet, the sequel Do You Solemnly Swear? and the third in her series, A Price for Genius. The story of the return to faith, Finding the Narrow Road was an unplanned surprise. In her free time, Lin Wilder enjoys hiking, listening to beautiful music, gardening and last but certainly not least, reading. Lin is married to a former Marine and psychologist with 25 years of experience counseling ex- combat veterans. They reside in Nevada with their two dogs.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/lincwilder?ref=hl

Twitter https://twitter.com/LinWilder

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/linwilder

LinkedIn https://www.linkedin.com/in/linwilder

About Me https://about.me/lin.wilder

Amazon Author Page http://www.amazon.com/Dr.-Lin-Wilder/e/B007L380OM

 

 

Meet Hope Destiny and Her Book, I Love the Way You Lie #FridayReads @athrhopedestiny


October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month and it’s our great pleasure to introduce you to Hope Destiny, author of I Love the Way You Lie. She’s a survivor and bravely writes about domestic violence. She sat down for a candid interview and we were so moved, we wanted to share it with you today. Take it away, Hope:

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Lovey, Sherene Cain, Elle Welch, Lela Jefferson, Tamika Newhouse, Kellz Kimberly, Tiece Mickens, Cole Hart, David Weaver, Denora Boone, Jasmine Devonish, Nisha L and so many more

 

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

Michael Ealy, Angela Bassett, Gabrielle Union, Morris Chestnut,  William Levy, Tasha Smith, Sharon Leal, Taraji P Henson and the list goes on.

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

I choose the name based on the character in the book. I research names and as I scan the list if the name captures my attention then that is the name and I love unique names for my characters and their name represent them  as it should be in a story or movie.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

Finishing college with my MBA in Accounting.

 

Have you always liked to write?

Yes. I used to write poetry as a child in middle school so writing has always been me.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

If you love to write just write. No matter what anyone says. Believe in you because if you don’t no one else will.

 

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

What I am doing now. Being an Accountant.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I do read reviews and I do not respond to them. I have done it a few times when it was just a total bash and not constructive criticism. We are humans too but now I read it and learn from them or don’t. Not everyone will like your work and I have no clue why people get angry at my imagination. I made it up. It is fiction.  It is crazy but it is what it is. I write it and if you like it or don’t. I am ok with it either way.

 

Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?

I like to write in my bed with the tv off and no music. Just quiet.

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)  

I have a lot of books. I think about 10 or 11 but I have lost count. I have taken one down off Amazon then I have a children’s book and then I am dropping books now as I type this.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

Just dropped I Love The Way You Lie today for Domestic Violence Awareness Month and next week will be Pieces of Me…another DV story and will actually be continued.

 

Do you write naked?

Not always but sometimes

 

What is your biggest failure?

Racking up all this student loan debt

 

What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told? Have you ever been in trouble with the law?

Yes. My own domestic violence actually sent me to jail for the first time in my life because he was hurt instead of me.

 

Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Yes. Siblings and others

 

What is your biggest fear?

Failure

 

What literary character is most like you?

Eve in Sins of A Good Girl

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

Paris

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have a lot of emotional scars

 

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Title I LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE

Author Tisha (aka Hope Destiny)

Genre URBAN DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

Publisher PENPOINT PUBLICATIONS

 

Book Blurb

Anya has been running from man to man and has been very indecisive her entire life. Trying to find out where she belongs the only thing she continues to find out is that the grass is not always greener on the other side.

 

Trey is sexy and breathtaking and takes Anya by surprise but she will find out that looks can really be deceiving. Trey takes her up and down and thru so much in their short time together that Anya believes that it is just her fate to be with a man like Trey.

But does Anya really believe that Trey is where she belongs?

Will Anya be a victor or a victim of her circumstance?

Find out in this epic tale of lies that is dressed up as love.

#domesticviolenceawarenessmonth

#howdoyouseedv

 

Excerpt

Chapter 1

He puts me thru hell and I call it love.

            Let’s do this dirty laundry, this dirty laundry.

Let’s do this dirty laundry, this dirty laundry.

When you’re soaked in tears for years, it never airs out.

When you make pain look this good it never wears out.

This dirty laundry, this dirty laundry.

 

Can you hear the lyrics to Dirty Laundry by Kelly Rowland?

You might not hear them like I hear them.

Those words speak to me now as I battle the demons that Trey David Bellamy brought with him.

“GET YO ASS UP AND GET YO SELF TOGETHER!” Trey yelled.

I am a mess.

I have lost everything because of him but all he care about is himself.

Everything that he did to get me away from my husband was just a scheme to get what he wanted out of me.

He used me up and now I have nothing left…physically or emotionally.

And here I am now on the floor of my house crying my eyes out.

My husband loved me but I guess love wasn’t enough for me.

I left my great husband for a no good ass man who would oversee my downfall.

What had I done to him for him to take a married woman from her husband to mistreat her?

I wanted to end it all.

I have nothing.

My kids don’t want anything to do with me.

I have mistreated them for Trey.

I make them stay locked up in the room and not come out while Trey was home.

He doesn’t like kids so he didn’t want mine or anything to do with mine.

Everything I have lived and worked for is falling apart because of Trey.

As he yells and yells, I just pray and pray that he didn’t put his hands on me today.

God knows I have nothing and no one to turn to.

Well I did.

I have my parents but I didn’t want to alert them to the things that was going on in my life.

Trey lured me into his arms and into his world with his charm and good looks.

When I think about it, he reminded me of a dark skin Jeremy Meeks.

If you don’t remember Jeremy Meeks, he was the hot felon whose mugshot went viral because of all us hot, horny ass women who saw his high yella skin and light gray eyes and ignored the fact that he was another black convicted felon and was currently being held on eleven felony charges.

Because of all the attention on Facebook that all of us hot horny ass women gave him, he is now a model for Gucci, Givenchy and etc. with gold teeth in his mouth and tattoos all over his body and face.

I even hear he is getting a reality tv show.

Trey reminded me of Jeremy Meeks with his good looks and grey eyes, but he didn’t have a damn thing.

He don’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of but in steps my naïve ass to buy the pot for him to piss in and provide the window for him to throw it out of.

He is going on and on about how he could have any woman and he chose me.

He chose a woman with three kids from three different baby daddies but he forgot to mention a successful black woman journalist.

I wasn’t a Robin Roberts of Good Morning America or a Deborah Roberts from ABC News, but I would like to believe I was getting there.

I am at least on the air and reporting about things that mattered.

Of course I was too fast for my own good growing up and had three different kids from three different dudes and I fell off for a short time, but I got back on the bandwagon and feel I am in a good place.

I thought I was until Trey no good ass came into my life.

Lord knows I am always reporting about a battered woman and violence against women and here I am in the middle of my own damn news story.

Trey snaps me out of my thoughts when he said, “DO YOU HEAR ME?!!”

I say, “Yes. Why are you yelling Trey?”

He sucks his teeth and says out the blue, “I think we need to see other people.”

I say, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He says, “We should swing or maybe you can give me a pass to cheat like Toya used to give her husband Memphitz.”

I look at him like he had lost his damn mind.

He ain’t my husband and if he was, I would damn sure not be giving him a cheat pass.

 

Buy Links  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M5E8J66/?ref_=aga_h_cl_dashboard_pl

 

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Author Biography

Latisha (Tisha) is my name. I write under the pseudonym Hope Destiny. I was born and still reside in Orlando, Florida .

 

Social Media Links

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AuthorHopeDestiny

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Twitter athrhopedestiny

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October Author Spotlight: Clive Johnson @AuthorClive #interview #POTLReads #entertowin


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What is your writing process?

I tend to write in what, for some, is probably a slightly unusual way. Firstly, I spend usually many weeks researching the subject areas that I want to write about. I’m very fortunate to live not too away from and being able to use the British Library in London, where I can lay myself where I can lay my hands on a wide variety of materials, and go where my reading takes me.

 

I like to focus this activity as much as possible, absorbing as much as I can in a relatively short period of time, setting my mind on what I’ve learned.

 

The next stage is the writing itself. In retelling a familiar tale, I will first read through several versions (translations) of the story. I will then just write the story as I imagine it. This involves speaking aloud, which I find gets me into the feeling of telling a story, as though I had a group of willing listeners around me. I use voice dictation software for this, and then come back to the text this produces to enhance and edit it on my laptop. The laptop work gives me a chance to fine-polish the story, as well as usually correcting a lot of errors!

 

I next reflect on what the story means, referring back to my research notes. This involves allowing time for ideas to emerge. I then start to consider some scenarios in modern life that might capture the messages found in the original tales. This is when a parallel story can start to come alive.

 

I write the modern stories in the same way as the original tales – making use of dictation software. While I’ve often sketched out I an outline of the plot, and have visualized the characters involved, it’s true to say that most stories take on a life of their own – and I find the voice of the central character coming through in ways that I might not earlier have imagined.

 

This is one of the great joys of storytelling – as a writer, I am involved in a magical creation process, but it doesn’t always seem that I’m the one that fires all the shots! I believe that taking part in storytelling gatherings and training has greatly helped me develop as a writer – the skills needed for great storytelling and writing are virtually the same.

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

I believe that names have meaning. How they come to be is a mystery to me, but I’ve often observed that the names that people are given as children seem very appropriate for them.

 

My name, for example, means “someone who lives near a cliff”. I puzzled over this for a time, but then came to see that it could describe someone who likes living near the edge, or someone who often prefers to be on the periphery. I think this sums me up very well.

 

When I’ve imagined the character or the story, the name usually just seems to come through. I usually have to research names for characters that aren’t from my own culture, but still one name will usually just stand out as feeling “right” for the character in question.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

I suppose that I could be tempted to answer this question in terms of some accolade that I’ve achieved, a project that I’ve completed, a qualification that I’ve worked for, or some such thing. Were I to think this way, I’m not sure that I would come up with very much that anyone else might consider extraordinary!

 

This probably shouldn’t matter, since what you feel you’ve achieved is obviously very much a personal matter. But I think that I want to answer the question in another way.

 

Right now, it feels that my greatest achievement is having made some headway in reconnecting with my true self. I won’t go into the detail here, but through meditation and other activities during recent years, I’ve more and more tuned into my heart and rediscovered the powerful wisdom and intuition that comes from inside.

 

For someone who is very goal focused, loves logic, order and structure, this is quite a step forward! If I can continue to be who I’m meant to be – not who the person my mind says I need to project in the world – then I have every chance of accomplishing whatever I’m meant to accomplish in this life.

 

I don’t think that will have anything to do with winning races, heading up corporations (definitely not!), or climbing mountains. Not that any of these things are bad – they’re just not right for me. Still, for one or other of my books to break into the big time would be something that would make me very happy!

 

Have you always liked to write?

An interest in writing has been with me throughout most of my life, although it’s only in recent years that I’ve picked up my pen again (or rather my laptop), and started to let the words fly.

For some years, I wrote – and read – a lot of business and non-fiction material, but now my great passion has come back to writing fiction, and discovering the magic and creativity that this involves.

 

Until quite recently, I hadn’t written stories such as the ones that I write now since my school days, and there is a lot of catching up on time to do! But I think that everything that I’ve read and absorbed up until now has an important part to play in what I write – mythology, mystical things, and understanding something about the inner lives of people all feed into a story.

 

Reading was my first love, but with this I was a slow starter. I struggled to learn to read when I started school, but with the help of my parents and a very dedicated teacher, I somehow overcame my blockage, and went from the very back of the class to the front by the time I left the infants’ school.

 

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

Writing is not the only thing that I do, although it’s probably my first love. I am a trained interfaith minister, designing and holding ceremonies for people to mark important points in their life, and I also narrate and produce Audible audiobooks for other authors.

 

Recording audiobooks is something that I’ve taken up only recently, but this has given me an opportunity to engage with a range of books in a very intimate way. This might not have happened had I merely added them to my list of books to read. Recording and editing takes at least three read-throughs of a text, and of course giving careful thought to how best to present the story that another author has written.

 

I’m beginning to run a few workshops and retreats as well, especially relating to the themes that particularly interest me – mythology, storytelling, connecting with the earth (Gaia), and self-discovery.

 

Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it?

Before my last book (Fairy Stories & Fairy Stories), I probably would have said that I would avoid writing anything that had an explicitly erotic nature. This isn’t a genre that I read or feel attracted to; it’s the human experiences and (if you like) morals of a story that I like to focus on – including how a character develops over time.

 

However, I surprised myself – along with several of my friends – in what came out in one of the chapters of this book. My recasting of the Red Riding Hood tale told the story of an adolescent girl who was assaulted by her aunt’s boyfriend. I found that the story needed to not hold back on its punches, and I was amazed with the words that flooded out on to the paper!

 

While this wasn’t probably very explicit by many people’s standards, it was uncharacteristic of my style, and not something that I thought I would be capable of imagining, let alone writing! A couple of my friends thought so too, telling me that they had had to put the book down after reading this chapter (the second chapter in the book) – they just didn’t associate the writing with me, and had found it to be very powerful.

 

I think that this is the key – stories can develop with a power that even an author couldn’t have imagined. Possibly disturbing emotions that my story may have stirred might have been no different from intention of the original teller of the Riding Hood story. Fairy stories are well-known for presenting what are often challenging and troubling teachings. If I’m to go where the story needs me to go, there’s no knowing where it may end up.

 

Nonetheless, I redoubled the warning about the particular chapter that I wrote in the second edition of the book, and changed the ordering in which the various tales were told. My stories don’t usually venture into this sort of territory, but in terms of what I may or may not write, I guess the lesson for me is – “never say never”. Inspiration can come from a very deep place that isn’t necessarily exclusively yours. My job as an author is to let that inspiration flow on to paper.

 

Do you write naked?

No, but I often write while wearing loose clothes. I like to be comfortable when I’m writing, and this often means lying down, or sprawling in a seat. This doesn’t happen when I’m at the British library researching a story, of course! There, the steam can usually be seen coming out of my laptop!

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I used to smoke, but that now seems many years ago (the ending of smoking in public places played a big part in my own success in kicking the habit).

 

I enjoy drinking socially, and probably drink more than is good for my body. Not that I drink excessively, but rather too quickly when I do.

 

Without question, my biggest vice is drinking coffee. I must drink at least eight cups a day, if not more. Being a lover of coffee shops doesn’t help – in fact, I’m in one now!

 

On at least one occasion, my addiction to caffeine got me into trouble. I had made myself a full cafetière of coffee – capable of filling at least four mugs – and was drinking this virtually as though the rich liquid were on a drip. I’d put far too much coffee powder into the cafetière, and this hadn’t diluted well. Within a short time, I found myself feeling very dizzy and nauseous, unable to do very much. A visit to the doctor was necessary the next day, but happily I soon was back to normal. I know that caffeine’s not good for me, but unlike with my old smoking habit, I’ve not been very successful in curbing my addiction just yet.

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

A part of my [interfaith] ministry training was to write a ceremony that could be used my own funeral. This was not the first time that I had undertaken this exercise, and I found it to be a very rewarding one. Thinking about how you’d like to be remembered can help focus attention on what you might not currently be doing in your life, but which you have the capacity to change.

 

I rather like the idea too of being a voice at my funeral – having a poem read that I’ve written, offering some brief thoughts about my views on life after death, or speaking my gratitude for the folks who’ve been with me along the way. I went to my aunt’s memorial service a week or two ago, and a video was played of her reciting a poem. She was alive, with us, and I think virtually everyone present loved to see her smiling and hearing her voice among us again!

 

In fact, when I began to think about everything and everyone that might have been involved in helping my life to be what it’s been –this made me realize that, were I really to take this exercise seriously, this would involve acknowledging a cast of thousands.

 

As for my tombstone, perhaps I would refer back to what my school gym teacher once wrote in my school report (I wasn’t the best at physical education) – “Not everything is [was] his particular forté, but he’s a real tryer!”

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

There are so many places that I want to visit, along with a whole host that I want to revisit sometime. St Petersburg is high on the list, as is Buenos Aires. But the places that I most enjoy our really wild, and usually difficult to get to. I would love to go travelling in Far East Russia – further north than Siberia – and to see Antarctica, and the mountains of southern Chile.

 

Writing actually has allowed me to travel, if only in my mind. One of the stories in Arabian Nights & Arabian Nights is set in Baghdad during recent times. I had to do quite a lot of research for this story, including reading the stories of several people’s real experiences, to envisage what life in that city must have been like, and indeed is still like for many. Imagination can take you some distance toward “being” in a place, even if it can never fully capture the sensations and emotions of encountering a place for real.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

This is a question that has come up from time to time. Probably I’ve given a different answer every time I’ve considered it! I’m sure that some of my friends might want to venture an opinion too – one once suggested that I might have been a sloth, although I’ve no idea why (I don’t think that I’m particularly lazy!).

 

My current thought is that I would like to be a domestic cat – and a very well catered for, at that. I do a lot of house-sitting for people, which normally involves taking care of pets when their owners are away. This has introduced me to many wonderful creatures, especially of the canine, feline, and avian kind. I’m a big fan of horses too – and cows, and geese, and even seagulls, for that matter (one of whom used to visit my window ledge every day)!

 

It’s become clear to me through my various encounters with furry friends that many cats don’t have a particularly bad life. In the main, dogs aren’t too happy when they’re not being given attention, but cats are free to come and go as they please – and to command being fussed over when they want to, even (in some cases) taking over your bed.

 

They are agile, are keen observers, and don’t suffer any nonsense – and are pretty good judges of people as well, I think. Life as a cat might involve everyday adventure, but with all the creature comforts of home right at hand. That sounds as though it could be quite the life for me!

 

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Title: ARABIAN NIGHTS & ARABIAN NIGHTS. TRADITIONAL TALES FROM A THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS, CONTEMPORARY TALES FOR ADULTS

Author: CLIVE JOHNSON

Genre: FICTION / SHORT STORIES (CLASSIC AND CONTEMPORARY)

Publisher: LABYRINTHE PRESS

 

Audible version available soon.

 

Book Blurb:

Magic carpets and flying horses, caverns glittering with gold, unexpected plotlines following the fortunes of heroes and villains–who cannot fail to be enchanted by the magic and wonder of the tales of the One Thousand and One Nights?

This most celebrated collections of tales feature shape-shifting and miraculous transportation across continents, powerful jinn who rise like smoke from simple vessels, dreams that delve into the secrets of the subconscious, and gigantic, man-carrying birds.

The backdrop for the tales moves from barren deserts to spectacular cities, from the edge of the world to the inner sanctuaries of mighty rulers. Kings and paupers, benevolent sages and devious magicians, worthy princesses and unscrupulous harlots–all play their part in teaching important truths and providing lively entertainment.

This innovative book offers retellings of a selection of tales that have captured the imaginations of countless people over many centuries. Accompanying each is a short story set in a contemporary context, which reframes the messages and teachings of the original, specifically written for an adult audience.

Here are stories of betrayal and murder, exploitation and sibling rivalry, soul-searching and discovery. The modern parallel tales swap the busy alleyways of old Baghdad for the horror of Saddam’s prisons, move from following caravans sweeping across the Sahara to modern day pilgrims trekking along the Caminos of northern Spain, and lift Aladdin out of his cave to unwittingly face Triad gangsters and antiques smugglers.

Wayward Baptist ministers, adulterous accountants, and eco-warrior backpackers follow in the footsteps of the no-less colourful characters than those that feature in the original tales.

Each pair of stories is accompanied by a commentary on how they might be interpreted. The result is a gripping collection of tales that may continue to bring the mystery and magic of the Nights to life, as well as provoking fresh thought and feeling for adult readers. Prepare to be surprised, uplifted and–in the spirit of the original Arabian Nights Entertainments–enthralled.

 

 

Excerpt:

A journalist had picked up on the news of Todd’s arrest, and by some means had been able to identify him as a Baptist pastor. Soon, the news of my husband’s escapade with the prostitute had made not only the front page of the Louisville Courier-Journal, but had carried across the state to Lexington too. I dreaded to think what the decent people of our church would say when they saw the photograph of their pastor being paraded in front of a police identification plate.

When we returned to Lexington, most people seemed to want to avoid mentioning the topic. It was obvious to me that they had been deeply unsettled by Todd’s indiscretion, but to our faces at least, they promised their love, assuring us that ours is a God of love, able to forgive every sinner–even a wayward minister.

Todd was not afraid to show his contrition before his flock. Were Oscars awarded for emotional outpouring by those in church ministry, Todd would surely be nominated for an award. Whether or not his tears were genuine I do not know, but he certainly gave a powerful example of how to show repentance when he took his place on the dais.

“O my Father, how I have failed you! How I have let these, my beloved brothers and sisters, down! Forgive me, for I am the worse among sinners!”

His cries and wailing knew no limit. Kneeling before the congregation, Todd accepted the prayers and blessings of the people. Two of the deacons laid hands on him, commanding the demons that were in him to depart.

Perhaps this display was good for our community. Other men in the congregation came forward to confess their infidelity, and to receive the forgiveness of the Lord Jesus and those of us who serve Him. In fact, I don’t think that our church had for a long time felt so overcome by the love and warmth of The Holy Spirit.

The experience had certainly been a shock for Todd. He knew that his position as a pastor would be under threat were he to backslide again. More than anything, I think that he was genuinely aware that he’d been unfaithful to his Lord.

He had been unfaithful to me too, and privately I went through a period of hurt and suffering. But the fast pace of events, and Todd’s apparent regret for his actions, kept me focused on supporting my husband.

Giveaway:

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Buy Links:

Amazon.com: http://goo.gl/ks4rLB

Amazon.co.uk: http://goo.gl/24yhro

Amazon.ca: http://goo.gl/Y2FWlh

Barnes & Noble: http://goo.gl/mIP8kB

 

 

Author Biography:

Arabian Nights & Arabian Nights is Clive Johnson’s seventh book, and the second in the series that takes old and often familiar tales and retells them alongside modern-day versions. Taking this approach, Clive says that he aims to recapture some of the magic and important messages that can be found in traditional fairytales, stories from mythology, etc, while inspiring fresh wonder among adult readers.

His earlier books were aimed at business readers, and he’s also edited an anthology of interfaith wisdom. Recently, Clive has also started narrating and producing audible audiobooks for other authors, which is an activity that he says he particularly enjoys.

Clive spends most of his time in the UK, where he was born, although he has no fixed home. This allows him to follow his heart from place to place, often house and pet sitting for friends and others who are taking a break away. He also often takes in or hosts retreats and workshops on various themes. Many house sits introduce him to some wonderful furry friends, and provide the perfect opportunity for settling into some serious writing!

Having an autistic condition and with a strong interest in mysticism, Clive likes to approach his work with a keen curiosity. He says that he enjoys researching and imagining a story almost as much as he does writing it.

Clive is an avid reader, and an ordained interfaith minister.

 

Social Media Links:

Goodreads: http://goo.gl/VLfGVL

Clive’s Author Facebook page: http://goo.gl/hVrz3e

Clive’s blog (‘The autistic mystic’): http://goo.gl/ZcBNnD

Clive’s Twitter profile: https://twitter.com/AuthorClive

 

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BOOK CLUB FRIDAY–GUEST AUTHORS N.N. LIGHT #FridayReads #books #interview


It’s Friday and since it’s been awhile since I gave an interview, I decided to do one. The awesome Killer Crafts and Crafty Killers blog sat down with me and here is the link:

 

http://anastasiapollack.blogspot.ca/2016/09/book-club-friday-guest-authors-nn-light.html

 

I talk about all things writing, publishing and the story behind naming our antagonist, Lisbeth. While you’re there, check out our book sale, too. Still only 99 cents and 100% of the profits go to feed the hungry.

 

POTL 2nd anniversary

 

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Meet Author @eanthony81 and His Debut Novel, Taylor Made #books #YA #bookpromo


I love meeting new authors and sharing their books with the world. Today it’s my pleasure to introduce talented and up-and-coming author Edward Anthony. I first met Edward on social media and his book, Taylor Made, intrigued me. I asked him to sit down for an interview and he agreed. Please enjoy and check out his book afterwards. Take it away, Edward:

 

  1. What is your writing process?

The process for me starts with inspiration. My philosophy is that a creative individual can find inspiration from under a rock. In other words, they have the ability to find or get inspiration from anyone, anywhere, at any time. I say that to say sometimes it will be the simplest thing that comes to mind that will lead me to create a story. From there, I will write a draft on a tablet (usually 3 or 5 subject), and transfer what I’ve written it to my laptop, where I will make modifications from there, sometimes on-the-fly adjustments.

  1. How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

Names are definitely a factor when it comes to my characters. It may be kind of a meticulous quirk, but I choose based on how it sounds and how does the name fits the character I have in my mind. If the name doesn’t sit right with me, I won’t use it.

  1. Have you always like to write?

Yes. I love it. It’s a gift from the Most High. I’ve aspired to be an author and writer for the majority of my life.

  1. What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Whether others believe in you or not, believe in yourself. You’re going to encounter adversaries only the way — usually from within — whether it be doubt, fear, writer’s block, or nay sayers, but confidence and perseverance is key. Don’t fear failure, but don’t be afraid of success either.

  1. Are you a plotter or a pantster?

I’m capable of both, but I lean more towards plotting. I much rather have my stories planned out and organized.

  1. What is your least favorite part of the publishing/writing process?

My least favorite part is the writer’s block. It can be the biggest delay in the process.

  1. Is this your first book? Have many books have you written prior (if any?)

This is the first book I’ve written. I edited and self-published it as well.

  1. If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

I’ll provide the names for the main character and her immediate family (the rest, we will cross that bridge, if/when we get there):

Ebony Taylor- Paige Hurd

Angela Taylor- Nicole Parker-Kodjoe

Elliott Taylor- Boris Kodjoe

Curtis Taylor- (For the life of me, I could not find someone that fit Curtis’ profile, so I’ll provide a description for his character): slightly chubby black kid between the ages of 12-14

  1. If you had a superpower, what would it be?

If I had a superpower, it would be weather control.

  1. Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Interesting question. Who hasn’t been in a fight? The answer is yes; actually, there’s a fight with the enemy within (in all of us) nearly everyday.

  1. Where is one place you would want to visit that you haven’t been before?

I would visit the Serengeti.

  1. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

(Although the cheetah is my favorite), I would say the black panther because it’s powerful, stealthy, free-willed and can’t be tamed.

  1. What is your biggest fear?

My biggest fear is failure, which is what drives me to succeed.

  1. What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I’m currently working on a second book titled The Execution of Priscilla.

  1. Where do you see yourself in five years?

I see myself not only as a successful author/writer, but as an individual who helped other aspiring authors and writers fulfill their goals as well (Ex: via Author Promotion website/company).

 

Taylor Made

 

Title: Taylor Made

Author: Edward Anthony

Genre: Coming of Age/Adolescent/Young Adult

 

Book Blurb:

Ebony Taylor is not the average teenager. While some party, hang out with friends or get into the latest trends, she’s at home locked down on her studies, making preparations for a better and brighter future. In the midst of all of this, Ebony encounters the trials of life such as heart-break, betrayal, racism, and prejudice. With her rare maturity, intellect, dead-eye focus, and strong family foundation, Ebony is equipped with what she needs in this emotional ride of the transition to womanhood.

 

Reviews:

“This book is a great read. I am impressed how the author managed to hold my attention though out the entire Reading. Taylor made is a book of encouragement. She stuck to her truthiness despite of the various hardship that she encountered., She is reaping the rewards. Is is very well illustrated, and hope we hear more about Taylor life. Outstanding job to Edward Anthony!”

-Susan B.

“I loved Taylor Made. It’s a great read that will hold your interest to the end. Bravo Edward.”

-Shalone A.

 

Excerpt from Amazon:

https://read.amazon.ca/kp/card?asin=B00VKALWKQ&asin=B00VKALWKQ&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_ZmBVxbMQQRD47

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Taylor-Made-Edward-Anthony/dp/1515022463/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_img_1?ie=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=98NH0ECXYDH4R6XFCWEN

Books-A-Million http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Taylor-Made/Edward-Anthony/9781515022466?id=6714674802217

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taylor-made-edward-anthony/1122319999?ean=9781515022466

 

Edward Anthony

 

Author Biography:

Edward Anthony Kees has aspired to be a writer all of his life; he recalls: “Before I got into sports (as most boys tend to do), or anything else, I was into writing. In terms of goals, it has always been my first love. Obviously not anything such as a novel, I had never heard of a novel at that time in my life. I would tell random stories, most of them straight out of my head, to my mom — and to anyone who would listen — usually while she was cooking. I’m happy, excited, and looking forward to sharing my gift and creativity with others.” Aside from fulfilling a lifelong goal, his vision with his work is to create entertaining, intriguing stories that pulls readers into the world of the characters, along with hidden lessons and messages underneath the surface of a good read. Prior to writing, editing, and publishing Taylor Made, he worked as an Editor for FishDuck.com, a website dedicated to Oregon Ducks sports, and as an Assistant Editor for an online magazine, WisdomCriethWithout.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100012932179196

Twitter https://twitter.com/eanthony81

http://thealphess.online/author/edward-anthony/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meet @Rats_Tales and Discover Why We Think Rod is the Best Author in Years #books #fiction


It’s our extreme pleasure to welcome Rod Humphris to the POTL blog today. He is the author of Dead Ground and Mr. N. claims, “he’s my new favorite author and I can’t wait to read more of his works.” We asked Rod if he’d like to be interviewed (because frankly, we’d love to get to know him better) and he agreed. We think you’ll find his answers insightful and witty. So, without further ado, please give a warm welcome to Rod Humphris. Take it away, Rod:

 

What is your writing process?

I invariable start with a sense of place and hopefully a feeling for the arc of the story. After that I start developing characters and then I disappear into the alternate reality of it and re-emerge, blinking into the light, a year later. I like to start early in the day and I’ll write anywhere; on the train, in a café. The greenhouse is good.

Do you have any odd writing habits?

When I’m stuck and confused, not unusual, I walk round the woods with the dogs talking to my phone. I lay out to myself where I’ve got to and where I think I’m going and what the problems are and record it. I’ve never actually used the recordings. I try not to go anywhere where I’m likely to meet another human.

What book do you wish you could have written?

A million. Often what I’ve just read. Recently Kim by Rudyard Kipling. A few notables would be: Kidnapped! by Robert Louis Stevenson just for the character of Alan Breck, The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler for the final scene in the bar where Marlow realises who he’s sitting next to, almost anything by P.G. Wodehouse for his amazing use of our language – “I have here in this sack a few simple rats.”, etc.

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

John Buchan has an abiding place in my heart. Not just for the well known books but also for Prince of the Captivity and Sick Heart River. I rather like unreliable characters; Ian Flemming, Lawrence Van De Post and Axel Munthe. I admire the much missed Ian Banks for his courage and originality. Countless others.

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

I’m not sure who should play Si, Tom Hiddleston perhaps? I think Bill Nighy would make a great Guy Wealden. Kaya Scodelario would make a great Sam and Georgina Campbell could play Soumy. Benedict Cumberbach would do Bill brilliantly.

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

I try hard to choose good names but I don’t think I’m good at it. The trouble is that I sometimes just use the first one that comes to me to get going and then get very confused when I realise I have to change it later. Names, like all words, have resonances and layers of meaning and definitely matter.

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

If I can’t write anything good then I just write something bad and then throw it away later. I persist.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

In a beautiful villa on the Mediterranean shore – well, I didn’t take to this line of work to engage with reality, did I?

Have you always liked to write?

No, but I’ve always liked to read and I’ve always liked to make things; now those two things have come together.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Forget any idea that writing is an occupation for nice people. To write well you write your own words against all the other possible words there could be. Be a ruthless egomaniac and exclude the voices of everyone else that may be lurking in your head – and then when you’ve written it, find a good editor and listen to them.

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

Do I have to? I’d quite like to own a game park in the Kalahari, or sail a beautiful yacht around the world delivering… well, something or other, or perhaps try running the country. I’ve often found taxi-driving very useful so that’s possibly more likely.

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

I alternate and sometime get myself into trouble with it. I like to have a feeling for where I’m going but I also believe in the phrase, ‘there’s no such thing as plot, only character’. The characters often develop in unhelpful ways. Sometimes I throw away the character and start again. Sometimes I recognise that they are right and I just misunderstood what I was doing. Sometime I just go and bang my head against a tree until it all starts to make sense.

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I do but I’ve never responded to one. I also read all my rejections from publishers (to my agent). It worries me though; I go up with the good and down with the bad. One day I will be float serenely above it all like a cloud. Advice – take the bad and swallow them down; if you want to be a writer it’ll make you want it more.

What is your best marketing tip?

Find someone who’s brilliant at marketing and lay your sword at their feet.

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

I struggle with the conflict between publishing and writing. I get pulled into the publishing side of things when I really want to be writing. I’m hoping this will improve in time.

Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it?

I give myself permission to write about anything whatsoever if I find it interesting. If I found something interesting and didn’t write about it because I thought someone else wouldn’t like it I’d be disappointed in myself.

Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?

I like my own writing room a lot but my favourite place to write is a small cottage in the French Pyrenees. I sometimes go there with my dog when I really need to concentrate.

Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?

I find the hardest scenes to write are the ones where I haven’t invested enough in one of the characters in it. They end up sounding wrong. If I have to, I get up and walk about being that person, trying to think their thoughts and feel their feelings. It can be quite hard work.

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

The first book I wrote lives in the proverbial drawer and can stay there. I’m currently re-writing my second full-length novel and I’ll be very, very glad if I ever manage to present something half decent to my editor.

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

After I’ve finished the one I’m struggling with I want to spend time (probably just in my head) in the South of France. I’m having a bit of a love affair with the area at the moment; it has a romance for me and so much history and confluence of people.

Do you write naked?

Yes, but not in the café.

What is your biggest failure?

In writing? At the moment the book I’m working on. Failure is the means to success.

What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told?

“No, I don’t really mind that you didn’t get round to reading my book.”

Have you ever been in trouble with the law?

Yes, but I think they’ve forgotten about it.

Have you ever gotten into a fight?

A few times but only through being young or stupid (I think I mean drunk). I’m no fighter and I’m perfectly comfortable with standing behind someone else who’s bigger than me if necessary.

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in a situation that was hard to get out of and what did you do?

Every time I try to write a book. My main character has always found a way out so far but I know that sometime I’m going to have to write something where he doesn’t. I’m not looking forward to it. When there’s no way out all you can do is endure and wait. I had a job in once IT that was a bit like that.

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I like alcohol but I’m not a big drinker. Good wine seems to me to be one of the great things in life. Never smoked. The marzipan filled chocolate that you can get in some supermarkets can be a problem for me. I’ve also had some trouble with Jaffa Cakes. I have to be strict with myself to work and not go fishing.

What is your biggest fear?

Possibly success. I’m working on that one.

What do you want your tombstone to say?

Rod Humphris, 1966 – 2200. Let it be smooth and worn and lying flat in mown grass in a sunny, mossy churchard and do please sit on me and eat your sandwiches.

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

All the time I need to do all the interesting things in life and to know all the amazing people there are to know.

If you were a super hero, what would your name be? What costume would you wear?

My name would be my own name and my clothes would be my own clothes – and no one would ever know.

What literary character is most like you?

Hannibal Lecter.

What secret talents do you have?

I can do a pretty good eye-splice.

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

The Nikka plateau in Malawi.

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

I’d be my cat. It’s a lifestyle thing: no deadlines, mice to catch and someone to rub my belly at any given point.

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

Finish writing this damn book! Be at the helm of a 25 metre Van Heok (sailing yacht) on a fast reach with full canvas spread somewhere beyond the horizon.

If you could have any name in the world, what would you choose?

Well, I suppose I could if I wanted to. What’s to stop me? I’m okay with this one.

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

Not that you can see. Didn’t we talk about reviews earlier?

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

When I was pretty small I used to sleep with an old carburetor, but I’m not sure why. I think relevant adjectives for me as a boy would be, free-range and organic. I’m still more comfortable with most animals than I am with most people.

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

I often dream about the characters I’m writing about. There are days when I go to sleep thinking about a part of a book and wake up still thinking about it, almost as if there was no intervening time. Not that I’m obsessive at all.

 

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Title – Dead Ground

Author – Rod Humphris

Genre – Historical Fiction, War & Military, Thriller

Publisher – Rat’s Tales

 

Book Blurb –

In the mountains and passes of Nuristan the men of patrol base Azun grind through their days and nights of constant vigilance. They hunt the Taliban and try to win hearts and minds. Trouble is coming, that is certain. How or when, where and in what form, they do not know. They fear it and also long for it.

Only Lieutenant Simon Ellice, with a clarity born of grief and anger, can see the shape of it. Only he, being beyond care, will do what has to be done and pay the price. Not that he will be the only one to pay.

Dead Ground is a story of the impossibility of the task assigned to British forces in Afghanistan and the heroism of some of those who attempted it.

“[Dead Ground]… unfolds with stealth, careful observation and close detail combining to produce an explosive ending.  The battle narrative is superb, understated and economical, it’s an immersive, terrifying and moving experience.”

 

Excerpt –

The world was going on and I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to feel anything except my anger.

I left my pack at the door and went into the busy, cluttered, low-ceilinged ops room of the patrol base Azun. Major James Snowhall was at his usual place in conference with Dan Granger, the 2IC. I stood to attention in front of them and said, “Sir.”

“You’re back, are you?” he said, looking up from his laptop.

“Yes, sir.”

“I see. Well, you’d better get to work then.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hadn’t expected much of a welcome. I turned and went to the exit.

“Wait.”

I stopped, turned round and waited.

“Your men will be glad to see you. Gerald will get you up to speed. Come and find me at nineteen thirty.”

“Sir.”

I went out into the hard light. The mountains hanging over us had a dusting of snow now and I knew that it would be cold later. I heft my pack onto one shoulder and walked the long way through the omnipresent dust to the bases’ living area. This took me past the mortar pit, the southern Javelin station and the main sangar from where we kept watch. There were a group of men in full kit on QRF duty lounging about at the foot of the raised platform. They called rough greetings to me which I returned with their name, or nickname. The unremitting tension seemed to have etched itself a little deeper into their faces. Mostly they turned back to their card games or play-stations, but some followed me with their eyes as I went on.

At the fifty cal I stood with Spicer and Deaks for a few minutes and looked at the terrain. It hadn’t got any better. There were children playing tag in the dust in front of the mosque and women moving about carrying their burdens.

“You’re back then, Lieutenant Ellice, sir,” Spicer said, giving me an exaggeratedly proper salute undercover of the Hesco wall.

“Yes, Spicer, I’m still a lieutenant. They haven’t promoted me yet,” I said.

That made them laugh.

“Good to have you back, sir,” Deaks said.

“Good to be back, Deaks,” I said.

“Really, sir?” he said.

“Actually, yes, Deaks,” I said.

“Fucking hell, sir,” he said.

“Quite,” I said.

I left them to it and went to look for Gerald. I found him in the tent that served us both as home.

“Fuck me. You’re back,” he said.

“Apparently,” I said, pushing a pile of papers off an empty missile crate that was doing duty as a chair and sitting down.

 

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Author Biography –

I have no special qualifications to be a writer except that I want to be. I live where I’m from in the West Country in the UK and work in a small room above a pub in Bath, which is possibly the nicest city in the world. I spend my days thinking about, learning about and writing about whatever is interesting to me, which is possibly the best job in the world.

I’ve been working away quietly for many years, learning my trade and starting to build up a body of work. Now, at last, it’s all starting to happen. The first full-length novel of my Simon Ellice series goes to print shortly and will be available in all the usual places.

To introduce the series and the main character I’ve released a short story called Dead Ground in the digital formats. Set in Nuristan, Afghanistan, it tells of how a young man begins to deal with his personal grief amid the chaos of war and is launched on a course that will get him into a lot of trouble in Morocco a year later…

 

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