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 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.

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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 Talfor and Discover Why We Think He’s Fascinating @libraryoferana #books #audio


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We’re so excited because Talfor from The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm – Book II by A. L. Butcher is here. He’s the main character in A. L. Butcher’s The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles fantasy series and one of our favourites. It took some convincing to make the journey but he relented. Please welcome him to the POTL blog. Introduce yourself, Talfor:

 

I am Talfor Var, Hirik Lord of troll tribe of Var. Varris is my home, in what the humans call the Jagged Peak mountains, the Helmerri plateau.  I am son of Shaman Kherak Var, and brother of Shamania Mirandra. I am Captain of the Hirik and thus, to your way of thinking third only to Shaman and Shamania. I can never rule – as that is woman’s role – but I can advise, I can fight, I can lead.

 

I am taller than human, greater built, with horns and armour plating on belly and arms. My skin is blue-black like my mother’s and the dark of the mountain, hair is red, like blood and eyes jade green. I fight with mace as a man and claws and teeth as bear. To humans we are strange and frightening – we are ‘barbarians’. Trolls fight – we make war on enemy tribes and sometimes Witch-Hunters but we are also scholars and merchants. Trolls are civilized.

 

Hirik are warriors of tribe – shape changers. Only man-troll is Hirik for that is our magic. Women-troll she may fight, but cannot shape change. She has magic of her own in different ways.

 

What is your greatest fear?

I am Hirik, I should say I fear nothing. But every person fears something. I fear Plague returning and dark magic which corrupted by people, the elves and the humans.  No race was spared its wrath.  I fear Order of Witch-Hunting scouring land of magic. Without magic land will die, they do not see this. Magic is everywhere and cannot be tamed but it can be destroyed, or changed. It can hide, and it can die.

 

My ancestors fought with fae, and troll and elf and even magic itself; even now the taint of it touches us. Once, long ago, Trollkind held a greater magic, a greater glory than now-times. Once, long ago, my people walked every mountain and hill, and dwelled in the valleys. Now we are fewer, and lesser.  Now we know war will return, and fear a darkness will come with the steps of Order, and their blades will run with blood.  They are shadowed in evil, pawns you would say in a game of which they are unaware, but they will come and bring death.

 

Fight we shall. Each and every troll will give what they must, yet I fear it may be the end of us all.

 

On what occasion do you lie?

Lying is dishonorable. But sometimes half-truth is needed. All who carry magic in their blood must live a half-truth, for Order of Witch-Hunters claim magic is wicked, and forbidden.  Mostly we are left alone. Witch-Hunter he prefers easier target, but sometimes trolls are taken. I hear of troll slaves in mines, or executed for magic. Trolls in human places must hide magic, must live lie.

 

What is the quality you most like in a man?

Man – he should be honourable, brave and respectful.

 

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Woman – she should be resourceful, and intelligent.

 

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

I had a troll wife once, long ago. She died and I was unable to stop it. Since then only M’alia. My elven snowflake.

 

Where would you most like to live?

Varris. My town. Is good town, why would I want to live elsewhere?

 

What do you most value in your friends?

Honour and loyalty.

 

How would you like to die?

In battle. With honour.

 

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Title: The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles Book II

Author: A.L. Butcher

Genre: Fantasy/Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Who rules in this game of intrigue where magic is forbidden and elves enslaved? Journey where beliefs shatter like glass, truth is unwelcome and monsters from ancient times abound: share the romance and revenge, magic and passion, and the wages of greed in a world of darkest fantasy. (Please note the 18+ rating.)

 

Excerpt:

From The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm – Book II

 

Talfor saw the man standing in the snow and the confused and desolate look he held. Hurrying forward as Marden began to shuffle towards the edge, he said, “What you doing here? Is cold, you need rest, healing.”

“Sword, I was looking for the sword…thinking,” he mumbled vaguely, looking at Talfor almost without seeing.

Talfor gazed at him shivering and threw his cloak over the man’s shoulders. “Sword…is lost. It be good sword but was…damaged. Not fit to find, I think, is…gone. Marden, I think you are good man. You do what be right, for you, and for them.”

Staring at him, Marden replied in a low voice, “I am not a good man. I have done many things, terrible things.”

“Things done for many reasons, some not right, yet man may change, become good man, better man. You could have cut rope, save yourself, drop them, you did not. I am not Shaman, but I see many things. You are good man, just not know it.”

“Archos, he could kill me with a mere word.”

“Yes, any of us, but he good man also. Maybe he see what you are now, not what was. You saved his life, is more important you saved hers. Come now, you be cold, and hurt. We go back inside cave, is warm, you rest.”

Talfor steered him back inside and settled the Witch-Hunter close to the fire. “We cannot go back; pass is same as past, we must go another way.”

 

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Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/352783

 

Author Biography:

A.L. Butcher is the British author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles fantasy series, and several short stories in the fantasy and fantasy romance genres.  She is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet and a dreamer. When she is grounded in the real world she likes science, natural history, history and monkeys.  Her work has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as evocative.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog:                      https://libraryoferana.wordpress.com/

Goodreads:        https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6430414A_L_Butcher

Amazon:              http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alexandra-Butcher/e/B008BQFCC6/

Twitter:                @libraryoferana

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

 

 

 

 

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.

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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.

 

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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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Think You Know Alaska? Author @maaarmstrang Reveals 10 Interesting Facts #books #scifi


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Top 10 Things People Don’t Know about Alaska:

  • They are two kinds of people in Alaska, RATs, or rational thinking straights, and GETs, the genuinely, truly strange. It’s not as easy to tell the difference as you think.
  • Alaska is really one big institution — not a prison, and more like a university — that draws people who are the toxic scum of normalcy, a great clot of pressure that has been allowed to escape.
  • If you want to be anonymous in Alaska, drive a Subaru.
  • Everything weird and unusual and strange that happens in Alaska has a rational, logical explanation. And an irrational one.
  • As Ellis Paul said, “Sometimes you gotta go to the end of the earth just to turn yourself around.” Alaska is the end of the earth — or, at least, one end of the earth, like Key West — and there are a lot of cul de sacs.
  • If you see windows covered in aluminum foil in Alaska, that’s not some tinfoil hat trick to keep out mind altering radio waves. It’s because in the summer it stays light for a long time and that’s how some people keep their bedrooms dark.
  • A third of the population of Alaska has been here less than five years.
  • Alaska is really, really big. If you laid a map to scale of Alaska over the Lower 48 states, Alaska would span a distance from Jacksonville, Fla., to San Francisco, Calif. The distance in air miles from Juneau to Barrow is the same as from Orlando to New York City, or 1,100 miles. The area of Alaska is about the same as the Eastern Seaboard from Maine to Florida and West to Tennessee.
  • Another quote, from a bumper sticker by Ginger VanWagoner: “We’re here because we’re not all there.”
  • In Alaska, if you’ve bathed in the past week and wear a clean pair of jeans, you’re considered to be dressed up.

 

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Title: Truck Stop Earth

Author:  Michael A. Armstrong

Genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Aliens, UFO

Publisher: Perseid Press

 

Book Blurb:

The mother of all alien bases. The big one, the megabase, the center of the Alien Occupation Government, the headquarters, the brain, the nerve center, the absolute pinpoint big base, right there, right in the hills above Della. Forget Roswell. Forget Machu Picchu. Forget Stonehenge and Tikal and all those alleged alien bases, abandoned every one of them. This was the big one, right now, the source of all my troubles, the world’s troubles, the whole solar system’s troubles. Right there.

 

Out there across the valley, shining across it like a beacon, was a big flat mountain. “Oly’s Mountain” I later heard it called, or Table Top, some said. I could feel it, feel the humming and the disruption of the ether right down to my bones. I didn’t even have to take out my little pocket detector that’s disguised as a Swiss Army knife. I knew, I just knew. And my butt chip burned like an exploded capsule of sulfuric acid. God damn, right there in the mountain — not on it, in it.

 

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Excerpt:

The guys in the black jumpsuits wanted to give me a ride.

I was walking along the side of the road six miles out of Beaver Creek, real peaceful like, digging the wildflowers and the beer cans and the little shreds of filter fabric sticking out of the edges, when I turned at the sound of a car coming from down the road. Not even thinking, I stuck my thumb out, but before I had a chance to pull it back in, the white Jeep Cherokee stopped. At first I thought they were camo dudes, like the ones who patrol around Area 51 at Groom Lake. Man, I hate those rent-a-grunts, but I guess they made it personal after that little incident when I blew their cover and listed their names and home addresses on the Web. ’Nother story.

I didn’t even have to look at their plates — Alaska blue ’n’ gold NRG lettered plates, and in Alaska they only go up to the J’s — to know who they were: AOGs, Agents of the Grays , Alien Occupation Government. They looked like batfags, Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms goons, right down to the thin   Kevlar vests. Two of ’em, though, in the slick black jumpsuits.

“Need a ride, son?” asked the guy in the passenger’s side as he rolled down the window. Tinted windows, thick windows: armored, I knew.

“Just hiking, sir,” I said. Old habit from when I was in Delta Force. Any guy calls you “son,” you call them “sir.” I’d of saluted, but when Delta kicked me upstairs on special assignment as a deep cover agent in the Foreign Service, I swore off saluting. With my dreadlocks tucked up into my baseball cap, and the hair buzzed on the side of my head, that guy might of thought I was military with a high and tight, in civvies.

“We can give you a ride up to the border, son,” the guy went on.

“Only a couple of miles. I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

Then they got out. Right then I knew they were Grays because they had the mirrored sunglasses and the jerky legs. The Grays on bottom duty get face surgery so they look normal — real noses, mouths, and ears — but the big triangular eyes are hard to fake. Takes a lot of bone surgery, so most of them just wear big sunglasses. And the Grays have long torsos but stumpy legs, kind of like that Frog painter Hangin’ Too Loose Lowtrec, so to look human, they walk on these like stilts. Our high gravity really messes them up, though, so they never get good at it. You learn these things when you become an enemy of the bigheads like me.

The driver was a wymmin, I mean, I knew the type, feminazis: big broad shoulders and almost no boobs, and fat hips. She had short hair just over her ear flaps and long bangs. Female Grays don’t like to alter their ear flaps. They’re really weird that way: they think those vestigial flaps are the sexiest thing. For all I know, that’s how they screw. Go figure. Aliens are really strange.

So the wymmin Gray got out, same klutzy walk, and they both gimped over to me, looking real tall, but I knew I could kick their legs out from under them. ’Course, iffen I did that, they’d blast me to cinders, but it’s nice to know I had the option to damage them before I died. They leaned up against that white Jeep Cherokee with the funny windows, hooking their thumbs in their belts. Those Grays watch too many of our Western movies, if you ask me. Someone ought to tell them, or at least turn ‘em on to some Mel Gibson thrillers so they can learn a new attitude . . .

“You’re kind of out here in the middle of nowhere,” the wymmin says. She had one of those squeaky high voices their females have. It always flips me out. You see a big momma like that, and then she has this high voice.

“Yes ma’am,” I said. “I’m used to walking.”

“So we’ll give you a ride to the border,” she said. “Across the border, make it easy on you. Into Tok. You must be going that way.”

“Might take a right at Tositna and go up to Chicken,” I said. “Do some gold mining.”

“Yeah.” The guy scratched his balls, in that sympathetic gesture guys make to each other, sort of like saying, Balls, what a pain, huh? Only I knew he was re-adjusting the servos on his stilts.

“So you sure you don’t want a lift?” The wymmin Gray glared at me through her glasses. I knew she was scanning me. Hell, I knew they had me pegged already. They’d put a chip in my butt after my first abduction near Cedar Key (see Chapter 16), so they could track me like that, you bet.

“Don’t wanna trouble you,” I said.

“No trouble,” the guy said.

“Still . . . “ I stared off into the distance, thinking of Hannah. I figured if they were scanning me, they’d pick up the increase in blood pressure and the little woody I was working up. “I’m sort of hoping for a ride with this babe I met in Beaver Creek.” I grinned, and the guy Gray grinned back, showing me his stumpy little tongue.

“Gotcha,” he said, winking and making a little gun with his fingers and shooting it at me. Really. They ought to watch some old Bond movies if they wanted some better clichés.

“Dude,” I said.

The wymmin nodded and the guy nodded and they got back in the white Cherokee and drove over the hill and probably to one of their shuttle crafts. A few minutes later, the Coasties who had given me a ride 500 miles down the road picked me up again.

When the Coasties dropped me off just before the border, I saw the black helicopters.

Welcome to Alaska, I thought. Now go home.

 

Buy Links:

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Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01HN3JAJS

 

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Author Biography:

Michael Armstrong was born in Virginia in 1956, grew up in Tampa, Florida, and moved to Anchorage, Alaska in 1979. He has lived in Homer, Alaska, since 1994. He attended the Clarion Science Fiction Writers Workshop and received a bachelor of arts from New College of Florida and a master of fine arts in creative writing from the University of Alaska Anchorage. His first novel is After the Zap. Michael’s short fiction has been published in Asimov’s, The Magazine of Science Fiction, Fiction Quarterly, and various anthologies, including Not of Woman Born, a Philip K. Dick award nominee, and several Heroes In Hell anthologies. His other novels include Agviq, The Hidden War, and Bridge Over Hell, part of the Perseid Press Heroes in Hell universe.

 

Michael has taught creative writing composition, and dog mushing. He is a reporter and photographer for the Homer News. He and his wife, Jenny Stroyeck, live in small house they built themselves on Diamond Ridge above Homer, which they share with an incredibly adorable labradoodle.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/michael.a.armstrong.writer/

Twitter https://twitter.com/maaarmstrang

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4100550.Michael_A_Armstrong

Publisher http://www.theperseidpress.com/

 

Meet @maaarmstrang, the Author Behind Truck Stop Earth #books #scifi #writing


I’m so excited because today it’s our great pleasure to have Michael A. Armstrong on the blog. He’s the genius behind the upcoming novel, Truck Stop Earth, published by Perseid Press. Even though he’s extremely busy, he managed a few moment to sit down for an interview. I loved getting to know him better and I know you will, too. So, please give Michael a warm welcome. Take it away, Michael:

 

What is your writing process?

I think about what I’m writing as much as the actual fingers-to-keyboard writing. My novels are like icebergs: there’s a lot floating underneath that you don’t see beyond the written word. I’m constantly thinking about my current book or short story — sometimes, many books or short stories. When I start a novel I get a big fat journal and start making notes, some random, some focused. I have sections titled “setting” or “characters,” but I also have sections like “stuff that needs to happen.” I keep checking back to my journal constantly.

 

Truck Stop Earth took about five years to write. I worked on it in drib and drabs between my day job as a reporter at the Homer News. I finished the book during a residency with the Escape to Create program through the Seaside Institute. I stayed in a condo at Watercolor, a development near Seaside, Fla. Every morning I’d get up, have breakfast, and read the paper. About 9 a.m. I’d start writing, taking short coffee breaks and work until lunch. After lunch I would take a beach walk. Any problems or issues that came up in my novel I would puzzle out on the walk. Sometimes I just let my mind wander, not thinking about the book, which in a way also is thinking about the book. After my afternoon walk, I’d dive back into writing, writing until dinner. I put in a regular day, about six to eight hours of focused writing. In three weeks I wrote 20,000 words and finished the novel. In a perfect world, that would be my writing process. Write, walk on the beach, write.

 

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 don’t puzzle over names too much. I like odd and unusual names, or variations of normal names. Names should not get in the way of knowing and identifying characters.  One trick I’ve always used is to make the sounds of character names different. There will only be one character whose name starts with “L,” for example, or not an Ike if there also is a Mike.

 

In After the Zap, though, I paid more attention to names than usual. In the post-nuke world I created, an electromagnetic pulse fried people’s brains. Most lost the ability to read and lost the concept of naming. They knew a word would identify who they were, but they didn’t understand why some words would be names and not others. My main character, Holmes Weatherby III, went around naming people. He understood that pieces of plastic or paper on them indicated their name, but he didn’t understand the concept of identification. Thus when he named a woman, she had a card for a vacuum cleaner salesperson on her, and so she became “Electrolux,” or “Lucy.”

 

Have you always liked to write?

Yes. The idea of contemplating the world through writing came to me at an early age. I had a grandmother, Anne Hughes Jander, who wrote, and she loved to tell stories to her grandchildren. That inspired my own wonky and weird imagination. I remember at the age of 10 in fourth grade being given the challenge of using that week’s spelling words in a story. My teacher, Gloria Parrino, read the stories aloud, so I got that little ego boost that sustains writers. I pretty much knew by age 15 that I would be a writer.

 

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

I have a short story, Asystole, that I’m finishing up. I’m troubled by the end and can’t quite figure that one out. I’m also working on a novel, Borderers, that involves Scottish Borderers made immortal in an arcane and very science-fictional way. The immortals get into a feud with each other and things get very nasty.

 

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

When we built our little 16-foot-by-20-cabin here in Homer on Diamond Ridge, I wrote in a corner of the cabin. Then I built a little 8-foot-by-12-foot office and wrote there. When we added on and expanded our cabin into a house with bedrooms and such, my wife and I each got an office. She has her art studio and I have my writing office. My writing desk has a little window that looks out on a meadow and forest and, if I squint, a hint of the Kenai Mountains beyond. I keep the curtain closed, though, so I don’t get distracted.

 

 

What secret talents do you have?

I’m a finder. If things get lost, I sometimes find them. I had a roommate who constantly lost his car keys. He’d fumble around for a few minutes, and then I would go over to a couch or shelf or wherever and hand him his keys. I just knew where he’d left them. I walk the beaches frequently here in Homer and have found many strange and unusual things like glass floats, cell phones, marine radios and cremated remains (still sealed in a box).

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have the usual assortment of faded scars from childhood injuries. The scariest scar is on my left chest, just above my heart, from where three years ago I got a pacemaker implanted. I got the pacemaker after passing out four times in one morning on Memorial Day 2013. It turned out I had vaso vagal syncope, a condition that causes you to pass out when the vagal nerve gets stimulated, like when I kept throwing up. I also have sick sinus syndrome and bradycardia. When I pass out, my heart rate drops very, very low, and then my blood pressure. All these things came together in a bizarre medical crisis. The fourth time I passed out, I flat lined and I went into systole for 53 seconds. In effect, I died. I like to say I went into the Big Black. All turned out well. After a medevac flight from my home in Homer, Alaska, to an Anchorage hospital, I got a pacemaker. It keeps my heart rate from falling below 50 beats per minute — and not dying.

 

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

I’m the youngest child and the only boy with three older sisters. I was sick a lot. I also read like crazy. I had and still have a vivid imagination. I was that strange little kid who lived down the street that no one really understood. I got along well with other kids, though. They called me Professor.

 

My favorite toy was LEGOs. A German cousin gave me a starter kit. LEGO in the 1960s when I was growing up didn’t mean assembling something from a box that came in pieces and had a plan. You got all these random pieces and you built stuff on your own. I used to build tiny little starships.

 

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

I dream a lot about dead people. I have a recurring dream where I’m in the house I lived in Tampa, Fla. My dad is there, though he’s been dead since 1982. Other people are in the house, like family of the woman my dad married two months before he died. Sometimes I will see dead people in my dreams and I know they’re dead and they know they’re dead, but it’s as if they’re still alive. In one dream I saw my Uncle Warren, who has been dead since 1991, and I could touch and hug him. “But you’re dead,” I told him, and he said, “Well, I know that. So?”

 

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

I have this tradition. When I turn a big decade, like 50, I go someplace foreign I’ve always wanted to visit. At 50, I went to Scotland. This year at 60, I went to Paris. When I was a boy I had an uncle who encouraged his nieces and nephews to study abroad in some place they spoke a foreign language. Uncle Owen would match up to $100 whatever we saved that year. At one point there was talk of colonies on the moon and how that might happen soon. I told Uncle Owen I wanted to study on the moon. So maybe when I turned 90 or 100, if I live that long, I can celebrate my birthday on the moon. I want to go to the moon. Antarctica would do as a second-best.

 

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Title: Truck Stop Earth

Author:  Michael A. Armstrong

Genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Aliens, UFO

Publisher: Perseid Press

Release Date: August 1, 2016

 

Book Blurb:

The mother of all alien bases. The big one, the megabase, the center of the Alien Occupation Government, the headquarters, the brain, the nerve center, the absolute pinpoint big base, right there, right in the hills above Della. Forget Roswell. Forget Machu Picchu. Forget Stonehenge and Tikal and all those alleged alien bases, abandoned every one of them. This was the big one, right now, the source of all my troubles, the world’s troubles, the whole solar system’s troubles. Right there.

 

Out there across the valley, shining across it like a beacon, was a big flat mountain. “Oly’s Mountain” I later heard it called, or Table Top, some said. I could feel it, feel the humming and the disruption of the ether right down to my bones. I didn’t even have to take out my little pocket detector that’s disguised as a Swiss Army knife. I knew, I just knew. And my butt chip burned like an exploded capsule of sulfuric acid. God damn, right there in the mountain — not on it, in it.

 

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Excerpt:

I heard kind of a humming up ahead, and I looked up and saw this weird green beam like a big cylinder of light rising up above me.

 

Standing in front of me was this Gray. I didn’t know of it as a Gray, of course, not then, but I’d seen pictures, because of that guy’s book he wrote about twenty years ago. Big snake head, big eyes, puny little body, pallid icky skin with that talcum powder dust like it had walked through an ash tray, and, of course, that silly gee-gaw infested ray gun Grays like to carry to impress people, but that looked so suck ass silly you had to laugh rather than be intimidated.

 

I’d heard stories, of course, and knew what was going to happen. Well, two things. Either the Gray would just shoot me outright, turn me into randomly reassembled atoms, or I would get sucked up into the mother ship. I looked up again at that beam of light, saw it slide along toward me, and then it sucked the Gray up, and it went zipping above along. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the beam hit me, but I felt it, oh yeah, I felt it.

 

Actually, it felt kind of cool once I relaxed and enjoyed it. That first second scared the shit out of me, though. You know how it feels to jump off a high tower into the water, where you just keep falling and falling? The first second of being sucked into an alien tractor beam feels like that. The following second, or the next moment after the beam pulls you up and you leave the ground, once you’re in the beam, it’s way cool.

 

So I rose up in the beam, and it didn’t feel like I was flying, didn’t feel like I was falling. I just felt like I was standing on a big wad of jello, and then once the ride was over, there I was inside a big huge room. I stood there, not so much scared to move as figuring when you’d just got sucked up by an alien mother ship, and a Gray stood there with a strange weapon, silly or not, calm and reasoned introspection and a hesitancy to make any sudden moves might be a good idea.

 

“Welcome on board,” the alien then said with a man’s voice — actually, it sounded like Jimmy Carter, because of that recording on Pioneer 10, before they started expanding their vocal repertoire. “We’re just glad to have y’all visit us.”

 

Then I looked over and saw this incredibly gorgeous woman, I mean, a flat-out, gorgeous, tanned blonde, totally naked and with her hair spreading out in all directions like she was in the middle of a hurricane. Very Cosmopolitan. If she was alien, those fuckers had done a damn good job of faking a human, and if she was human, well, she either was incredibly lucky in the big genetic beauty contest or had one hell of a plastic surgeon.

 

“Don’t believe a word they say,” she said. “They’re just out to butt fuck you. And they’ll probably want us to have sex.”

 

“I can live with that,” I said. “I mean, the butt fucking,” I quickly added, because I didn’t want to come on too strong.

 

She laughed at that and walked toward me, her hair still whipping around her face, except when she got close to me I couldn’t feel a breeze. Her hand slid down the sides of my body, down my arms, my waist, and to my biking shorts. With a swift tug she yanked down my pants, raised an eyebrow when she saw I didn’t wear underpants, raised another eyebrow when she saw my Clinton big and throbbing and ready to tutor an intern, and then whipped me around.

 

“Close your eyes and think of England,” she said.

 

Buy Links:

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30650517-truck-stop-earth

 

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01HN3JAJS

 

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/truck-stop-earth-michael-a-armstrong/1123961595?ean=9780997531008

 

Kobo https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/truck-stop-earth-1

 

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Author Biography:

Michael Armstrong was born in Virginia in 1956, grew up in Tampa, Florida, and moved to Anchorage, Alaska in 1979. He has lived in Homer, Alaska, since 1994. He attended the Clarion Science Fiction Writers Workshop and received a bachelor of arts from New College of Florida and a master of fine arts in creative writing from the University of Alaska Anchorage. His first novel is After the Zap. Michael’s short fiction has been published in Asimov’s, The Magazine of Science Fiction, Fiction Quarterly, and various anthologies, including Not of Woman Born, a Philip K. Dick award nominee, and several Heroes In Hell anthologies. His other novels include Agviq, The Hidden War, and Bridge Over Hell, part of the Perseid Press Heroes in Hell universe.

 

Michael has taught creative writing composition, and dog mushing. He is a reporter and photographer for the Homer News. He and his wife, Jenny Stroyeck, live in small house they built themselves on Diamond Ridge above Homer, which they share with an incredibly adorable labradoodle.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/michael.a.armstrong.writer/

Twitter https://twitter.com/maaarmstrang

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4100550.Michael_A_Armstrong

Publisher http://www.theperseidpress.com/

Love #ColoringBooks? Meet @RCCBooks1 + Discover Romance Comic Coloring Books #books


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Coloring books are all the rage and we both love to color. But sometimes we wish there was more to it than mandalas, trains and flowers. Do you feel that way, too? 

Bernie, the mastermind behind Romance Coloring Comic Books, has the answer. Color drama and romance with his vintage/retro comics. We have the whole collection and it’s so much fun! I begged and pleaded with Bernie to appear on the blog and he agreed. In fact, he’s so generous that he created a FREE coloring page for you to download and try out for yourself. Before you do that, get to know Bernie better. Take it away, Bernie:

 

Romance Comic Coloring Books, how did they come about?
I grew up reading comics. My friends and I read the monster and super hero ones. My older sister read the “girly” Romance comics. When she wasn’t around I used to sneak a peek at them because there was a lot of kissing in them and girls drawn with bathing suits and short shorts. I grew up to be a graphic designer and I learned to draw by copying comics. About two years ago, my wife Cathy and I came across several boxes of very old Romance comics at a yard sale, we got them for practically nothing. One thing lead to another, Cathy is also a Graphic designer, and here we are publishing our sixth issue already.

 

What authors inspire you?
Well, being a comic’s guy and growing up during the Golden Age of comics in the late 50’s and ‘60’s.
I’d have to say as a writer Stan Lee. But being I am also a graphic designer, I’d have to say Jack Kirby, his partner Joe Simon, Steve Ditko, Wally Wood, Will Eisner and a dozen more artist I’m sure. These creatives turned out an amazing amount of work every month. They are responsible for the Fantastic Four, The X-Men, Hulk, Spiderman, and Daredevil. It was Jack Kirby and Joe Simon who single handily created the Romance Comic category.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?
I always like to be way ahead of myself. I think this comes from the many years of working in Ad agencies. Everything was needed yesterday. So issue #7 is almost finished and we are planning on creating Special Comic Coloring Books focusing on different genres of Romance.

 

Do you have any odd creative habits?
I have Sleep Apnea coupled with Insomnia. Although I use a CPAP mask, (I can’t sleep without it) there are some nights where I don’t sleep at all. So I use all this super quiet time to get into my office and work.

 

If you had a super power, what would it be?
Does time travel count? That would be a great super power. Just think you could pop back a decade or two and pick-up Apple shares at $11.00 and Microsoft at $17.00! Invent the Pet Rock. Invest in Brooklyn real estate before it was hip and… Wait a minute, I guess when you have a super power like that you’re really supposed to help humanity and all that stuff.
Right?
So I would go back in time, hunt down Albert Einstein as a kid and give him some popular books from 2016. First would be Quantum Physics for Dummies. Followed by The Complete Idiots Guide to Computer Basics, The Internet and Kick Boxing.
The last one because I figured he was being bullied a lot for being so smart in school. I also thought about giving him The Complete Idiots Guide to the Ukulele to help him become more popular with the girls, but I thought that it would lead to even more bullying. My last two parting gifts to him would be, one, an iPhone and I’d tell him to “Go figure it out Al.”  Two, and this gift would really freak him out, The Complete Idiots Guide to Understanding Einstein. There, I did my good deed for humanity. Now regarding the Belmont Stakes in ‘75, give me Avatar to Win, Foolish Pleasure to Place and Master Derby Show.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?
Definitely a Turtle.  Why? Because they are the original tiny house folks. Very small Carbon foot print and a cozy shell to catch a quick 40 winks any time you want. And best of all, you’re completely mobile. So if the fish in the pond you’re living in are driving you crazy with their noisy parties, you can close up shop move on.

 

What is your best marketing tip?
Just keep at it. Don’t be afraid to try anything. And keep looking for advice. Search YouTube under ever category you can think of regarding selling, shameless self-promotion and marketing. There is a vast wealth of free information out there for you. Do this during your lunch break every day and you’re going to be surprised on what you’ll find out and how you can apply it.

 

Have you ever been in trouble with the law?
Yes. My in-laws. But who hasn’t?

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?
Granted Romance Comic Coloring Books may not be considered literature, but they started out as an idea and then it took a organized creative process to turn the idea into reality. Just as your book starts with the creative spark of an idea you have to then take action to nurture it and grow it, even if it means several false starts or delays. View it as step-by-step process. Break your book down into manageable bits and pieces. Give yourself deadlines and stick to them. I believe that everyone is creative in some unique way, but creativity needs organization and action.

 

Do you write naked?
Well, I don’t really write as a conventional Author does. But if you asked me “If I ever Photo shopped naked?” I’d have to say “No, but the night is still young.”

 

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Romance Comic Coloring Books #6
Genre: Romance, Coloring Books, Comics


Blurb:

Why Color Mandalas When You Can Color Drama!

Introducing a new feature with this issue. Love Stories, featuring a reprint of the one-page love stories that were originally printed in Romance Comics. The Coloring Covers featured in our New Romance Comic Coloring Book series was originally published during the 1940’s, ‘50’s and throughout the early ‘60’s. The stories featured in these popular heartthrob newsstand magazines were almost always told from a woman’s perspective. Soap-opera like scripts involved boy-meets girl, marriage, affairs and any other tear-jerking romantic interlude you can imagine. Although the cover titles teased risqué, they consistently delivered PG. In the end, everyone lived happily ever after. Unless of course you were a “flirty, two-timing bad girl” or an insufferable “Cad.” Then you always got your comeuppance in the final few panels. Why color Mandalas when you can color drama.

 

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About the Author:

I grew up in the late fifties and early sixties. Being a child of the space-age I was surrounded by comics. This was due in part to my older sister, Barbara, who was an avid comic reader. But she and her friends read those “Girly romance comics.” I, on the other hand, was obsessed with super heroes, monsters, horror and sci-fi comics. But when Barbara wasn’t around, I’d seek-a-peek at her “Girly books.” After all there were plenty of beautifully drawn pictures of girls in bathing suits, Tennis outfits and short-shorts for a young boy to ogle, er, I mean appreciate the impressive artwork. When I grew older I became a graphic designer and comics, or as they are called today, graphic novels took on a whole new meaning. Actually one must now appreciate the craft that went into to creating these monthly romance masterpieces. That’s why I created the Romance Comic Coloring Book series, so these long forgotten comics can be introduced to a whole new audience. We live in rural Pennsylvania with my wife Cathy who is also a graphic designer and accomplished Glass Mosaic Artist. We share our house with a crazed Bichon, a handful of Parakeets and the yard with an occasional garbage ransacking bear.

 

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The Challenges of Being a #Bipolar Author by @BekaLombardo #amwriting #books


I’ve spent many, many years dealing with bipolar disorder.  However, I’ve only spent a year as a bipolar author.  All authors face challenges.  Struggling to be published, meeting deadlines, promoting. I am now of the opinion that those of us dealing with bipolar disorder have a different battle to fight.  On the heels of receiving my very first rude and threatening email about my book, I am facing an even greater challenge.  I have to fight to even continue to put myself out there for this type of scrutiny.  I’m constantly trying to tell myself that if I were to give up, the bullies would win.  I can’t do that.

 

 

Take a book signing for example.  I had one last year and going into it, I was terrified.  I’ve never been good at public speaking to begin with.  When you factor in my anxiety issues, I wasn’t sure I would even get through it.  Thankfully, my husband was next to me the entire time.  I think I pulled it off, but I’m not sure how I would have done had there been more people in attendance.

 

 

We all face issues with confidence.  I’m not so naïve that I don’t understand that.  I feel like authors or writers that are not dealing with mental illness may have a leg up in some areas.  In my situation, I am at a stage where I am rarely leaving my house or even my bedroom. I don’t think someone like James Patterson has to contend with such obstacles.

 

 

In my book, I documented my enormous issues with body image and self-esteem. I’ve always been negative about my appearance. Over the years dealing with my depression, I’ve gained more weight than I ever would have imagined. Dealing with bipolar disorder, weight gain, and the possibility of appearing in photos or on television is incredibly daunting. I did one television interview early on, and I can’t even look at the video at this point. It sends me into a deep depression for days.  Even now that I’m on the right path with my health, and I’m down 27 pounds, I still beat myself up for appearing in front of the camera the way I look.

 

 

For those of us that happen to feel things much deeper than most people, negative reviews are like a sharp knife to your heart. It’s been an arduous task trying to convince myself that just because not everyone likes it, doesn’t mean I’m a failure…or as one person called me, a selfish narcissist. I never in my wildest dreams thought that putting my story out there in an effort to raise awareness about suicide would be met with such comments. I’m simply trying to help people!

 

 

Granted, I’m no Mother Teresa, but I didn’t join this fight to make myself look good. Quite the contrary.  I wanted to use this platform to tell a cautionary tale, so to speak. To let others know that I made many mistakes along the way, but I am certainly much stronger for learning from those mistakes.  Most of all, people need to understand that having a bad day doesn’t mean you have a bad life.

 

 

So, I’ll take comfort in the fact that there are those that support me.  The mental health community is amazing. I love feeling a sense of camaraderie. As if we’re all here, fighting the same battle and hopefully making a difference.  I’ve met some of the most amazing people in the last year.  As much as I struggle with social anxiety and agoraphobia, it’s such a comfort to know that despite those issues, I may still be able to affect change in the world around me.

 

 

Of course, there are days when it’s extremely difficult to keep focused on the positive.  It’s hard to keep focus at all.  That is one of the main reasons I’ve been rather terrified to sign on to any particular website to write a monthly column.  When I’m depressed, all concentration goes out the window.  It feels as if there’s a movie playing inside my brain on fast forward and I have no idea where the remote is.  When writer’s block sets in, I can’t slow my brain down to come up with a sentence, let alone an entire article.  I’m constantly afraid of letting people down or even letting myself down. The idea of being a failure still rests comfortably on my shoulder.  Ever present and always reminding me of the mistakes I’ve made.  I often make an effort to reach out and help others with whatever they’re working on.  At times, it helps to put my situation into perspective.  The next thing I know, I’m writing again.

 

 

I never know when an idea will hit me.  Last night, it was around 1:30 in the morning.  It’s both a curse and a blessing.  While I’m grateful for the opportunity to put pen to paper, I’m sometimes a slave to my expanded consciousness.

 

 

I realize that I have traditionally been way too hard on myself.  I need to give myself credit once in a while.  If I see someone on TV that is an extremely talented artist, musician, or even a writer, that little voice inside my head is very vocal. I’m forever thinking, “I wish I was that good at anything!” I’ve beat myself up for so many years, I’m not sure I would know how to be kind.

 

 

I lack confidence on so many levels.  Poor self-esteem is a symptom of depression, but when will I learn to cut myself some slack? I wrote a book and I got it published, and it’s helping people! I have an extremely successful blog and I feel as if I’ve earned the respect of many others in the mental health community, at least on social media!  So, when do I stop and give myself a little pat on the back? I carry burdens that many people wouldn’t be able to shoulder for very long.  I fight a battle inside my head (and my heart) from the minute I get up in the morning.

 

 

Perhaps now is the time to remember that despite the challenges of being an author and having bipolar disorder, it can be managed.  I just have to be willing to use a little common sense.  I’ve gotten this far.  I think I’ve probably thrown in the towel once a week for nearly a year, and I’m still going.  I didn’t die when it was all I could think about 3 years ago.  I’m a fighter.  I may not always be able to keep that in mind for myself, but I hope I can impart that wisdom onto others that are lacking in the confidence department.  Sometimes it’s OK to just exist.  If you’re facing a challenge due to your mental illness, let it be your moment to shine!  No matter how scary it is, you have to face it head on.  If you can’t be realistic about your situation on Tuesday, give yourself some time.  Maybe on Friday you can knock it out of the park.

 

It's Not Your Journey 

 

Title:  It’s Not Your Journey

Author:  Rebecca Lombardo

Genre:  Memoir, Mental Illness

 

Book Blurb:

In her first published work, Rebecca Lombardo collects her internationally followed blog into the pages of It’s Not Your Journey. This memoir candidly details Rebecca’s two yearlong chronicle of her struggles with bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety, self-injury, and recovery from a suicide attempt. Rebecca shares her real and raw feelings on these subjects, as well as addressing other issues that have contributed to her downward spiral and eventual climb out of her own pit of despair. Issues such as the loss of her mother to lung cancer, the death of her brother, abandonment from friends and family members due to her hospitalization, and more. This book is about my personal journey with mental illness. I am not a professional, rather an advocate that hopes her story can help those going through similar struggles.

 

Excerpt:

PTSD

DECEMBER 26, 2013

 

PTSD is just one of the many symptoms that I deal

with on a daily basis. No, I haven’t been in combat or

seen anyone murdered per se, but that doesn’t make

the condition I have any easier to tolerate. Imagine

that I am standing in the kitchen with my husband for

twenty minutes. I can’t see him, so when he taps me

on the shoulder, I jump a hundred feet.

 

 

All night long I hear noises that sound like someone

screaming or pounding on our front door. Sometimes

when I am driving, I feel like the other cars are

coming directly at me. So, you may wonder what a

person does to cope with this type of anxiety.

I wish I could say that I have an excellent therapist

that talks me through all of it. I do not. However, I do

have Joe, and he is the next best thing.

 

 

The truth is that PTSD is a mental health condition

that affects millions of people around the world and

from all walks of life. Some may develop the condition

due to the memory of a natural disaster, or a

devastating event that rocks their community, for

example a mass shooting. Others become chained by

PTSD through personal traumatic events, the stress

just eats them alive and can impact their everyday life.

 

 

About fifteen years ago, cutting was the only calming

influence in my life. I was a pro. I had a box filled with

about twenty different sharp objects. I even had

certain songs that I played. I know from experience,

there are many people that don’t understand it. It

helps if you think of it as a drug addiction. It calms

you instantly. Then suddenly, just as fast as it takes

the pain away, it gives it back to you three fold. Now

not only do you hurt inside but you hurt on the

outside too.

 

 

Therein lies the vicious cycle of cutting.

Many of us do it to say, “Hello?!?! I am in pain here!”

That is why I did it, and sometimes still do, as sad as

that might be. The irony of a person like me is that I

then cover it up because I don’t want to look like a

freak. So where does it end? It doesn’t. Unless you

make a decision that it has to. One of these days, the

guilt is going to take over. You are going to start

cutting and never stop.

 

 

I am proud to say that I am self-injury free since that

horrible week in June 2013, and this time I plan on

staying that way. I can’t list off any particular coping

mechanism that helps me in any way. I will tell you

this, picture yourself locked away from the outside

world and everything that you love. That will get you

thinking just a bit clearer, believe me. I know I never

want to end up there again. It’s sad that something

like this could still be an issue, but you have to

remember that everyone has a burden that they carry

with them. You may not be able to see it, but know it

is there and try to find it within you to be kind.

 

 

Buy Links: 

Amazon https://www.amzn.com/0692509739

 

 

Rebecca Lombardo

 

Author Biography:

I’m 43 years old and have been very happily married for 15 years. I live in Michigan with my fantastic husband, Joe. We don’t have children, but we have 5 cats that we rescued. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was 19, and I’ve been battling it every day since. I write to give my feelings a voice and to help others that are struggling. That is why I started a blog in 2013 after I survived a suicide attempt. I’m extremely grateful to everyone that helped me realize my dream of becoming a published author. Huffington Post blogger and podcast host.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook www.facebook.com/notyourjourney

Twitter www.twitter.com/bekalombardo

Website www.rebeccalombardo.com

Blog www.judgmentfreezone2013.blogspot.com

Instagram www.instagram.com/bekalombardo

Instagram www.instagram.com/notyourjourney

 

 

 

 

Writing for Shared Universes: Guest Post by @WestonAndrew #amwriting #books #SFF


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As some of my readers will be aware, as well as being the creator of the IX Series (The IXExordium of TearsPrelude to Sorrow – TBR) I also devised the rather dark and devilishly intense character of Daemon Grim.

 

Now, this guy is none other than the Grim Reaper himself, Satan’s chief bounty hunter and go-to guy in times of trouble, and you get to read about his trials and tribulations in the #1 international bestseller, Hell Bound, and the sequel due toward the end of this year through Perseid Press, Hell Hounds.

 

The thing is, there’s more to the Reaper than first meets the eye, as his exploits form part of Janet Morris’ critically acclaimed Heroes in Hell shared universe.

HIH

 

Don’t know what Heroes in Hell is all about?
Heroes in Hell is a series of shared world fantasy books, within the genre Bangsian fantasy, created and edited by Janet Morris and written by her, Chris Morris, C. J. Cherryh and others. The first 12 books in the series were published by Baen Books between 1986 and 1989. The series was resurrected in 2011 by Janet Morris with the thirteenth book and eighth anthology in the series, Lawyers in Hell, followed by four more anthologies and two novels between 2012 and 2015.
Of note is the fact the stories from the series include one Hugo Award winner and two Nebula nominees.

 

The shared world premise of Heroes in Hell (also called The Damned Saga) is that all the dead wind up together in Hell, a devilishly wicked arena where anything and everything can go wrong in the relentless pursuit of their various ends.

 

Here’s the list of recent releases since 2011:

Lawyers in Hell
Rogues in Hell
Bridge over Hell
Dreamers in Hell
Poets in Hell
Doctors in Hell
Hell Bound

 

So, why would I want to contribute to a shared universe? The answer is simple– For the challenge.

 

Think about it. With the IX Series, I can basically do whatever I want. I can have as many protagonists and antagonists as I see fit. Run them through hoops. Put them here, there, everywhere and make them fit just about any situation I care to conjure up. On the other hand, when it comes to writing for Heroes in Hell, I can’t do that.

 

A shared universe is governed by its own fundamental forces. It has its own rules, as to where and when its sets. Principles govern it subjects regarding their interaction with each other and the realms they live in. Simply put, there are limitations on what you can and cannot do, especially if your story includes characters ‘owned’ by another contributor.

 

Daemon Grim, for example, is leader of the Hell Hounds, (a select cadre of damned hunters) and the Inquisitors (Satan’s special interrogators). Because these individuals are of ‘my’ devising, I have a pretty long leash on what I am allowed to do with them – as long as I stay within the guidelines governing the Rules of Hell.

 

However, Grim and his cabal regularly interact with other notables, such as the Undertaker, the Kigali, and the Sibitti. These particular creatures ‘belong’ to other authors so I have to follow an adopted procedure.

 

First, I need permission to use them in my own stories. Second, I have to agree not to involve them in anything that can change their nature or cause permanent repercussions. And finally, I have to ensure they ‘stay in character’ when they interrelate with others.

 

For example, in Hell Hounds, there’s a scene where Grim faces off against the Sibitti. As personified weapons of the plague god Erra, the Sibitti have a distinct way of fighting. So I need to ensure I stay true to their modus operandi.

 

Do you see the challenge in this? I can’t simply think up a fight scene – my specialty – and go with my natural flow. I have to adopt the specific current those characters I’m borrowing adopt when in battle, and ensure I reflect that appropriately.

 

This is particularly apparent in the yearly themed compilations Heroes in Hell is famous for. Look at the list of recent releases from 2011, and you’ll see topics as diverse as lawyers and dreamers to poets and rogues. Grim, for example, was introduced in the 2015 Doctors in Hell anthology. The next selected theme – due for release in Fall 2016, is Pirates in Hell, a calling completely at odds to that of a doctor, as I’m sure you’ll agree. Do you see the variety this affords?

 

But you might think…hang on, doesn’t that make the larger books you write a little disjointed? Well, it could, if I didn’t keep a careful balance. Let me explain:

 

When Janet invited me to write for Heroes in Hell, we came up with the idea of leapfrogging the novels with the anthologies to keep things tight and integrate Grim more fully into the universe. So, Hell Bound follows on immediately after the action in Doctors. The forthcoming Pirates short story – Pieces of Hate – carries on Grim’s adventures three months after the events in Hell Bound. In turn, Pirates will lead into Hell Hounds, and so on and so forth. Do you see the forethought and planning this involves?
You might wonder, why on earth do I put myself through it?

 

That’s easy. I want to improve.

 

As writers, we owe it to ourselves and our readers to become the best we can be. Now, I’m a disciplined and focused person. I work hard to develop and nurture my own distinct “voice” which I hope is apparent in my work. The trouble is, when we rely solely on our own preferences, we can sometimes limit the extent to which we can mature.

 

I like contributing to the shared universe because the various themes touch on topics I wouldn’t normally consider. Doing so accelerates my learning curve and broadens my skills and experience. In the end, it’s you – the reader – that benefits.

 

Intrigued?

 

Well, if you want to find out more about the diversity of writing for a shared universe, check out some of the latest releases in Heroes in Hell. Some great writers contribute to every edition, and their various styles ensure there’s always something in the anthologies for everyone.

 

Website: http://www.andrewpweston.com/

Perseid Press: http://www.theperseidpress.com/

 

Andrew Weston

 

Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is Royal Marine and Police veteran from the UK who now lives on the beautiful Greek island of Kos with his wife, Annette, and their growing family of rescue cats.

An astronomy and law graduate, he is the creator of the international number one bestsellers, The IX, and Hell Bound, (A novel forming part of Janet Morris’ critically acclaimed Heroes in Hell shared universe). Andrew also has the privilege of being a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, the British Fantasy Society and the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers.

When not writing, Andrew devotes some of his spare time to assisting NASA with two of their remote research projects, and writes educational articles for http://Astronaut.com  and Amazing Stories.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.andrewpweston.com/

 

Publisher: Perseid Press

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/WestonAndrew

 

Author Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Andrew-P-Weston-Author/102335216581151?ref=hl

 

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

 

Andrew P. Weston Blog: http://theix.blogspot.gr/

 

The IX Blog: http://theix.blogspot.gr/

 

 

Exclusive: Truck Stop Earth Excerpt + Trailer Reveal @maaarmstrang #SFF #books #bookbloggers


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Title: Truck Stop Earth

Author:  Michael A. Armstrong

Genre: Speculative Fiction , Literary, Magical Realism

Publisher: Perseid Press

Release Date: August 1, 2016

 

Book Trailer:

 

Book Blurb:

The mother of all alien bases. The big one, the megabase, the center of the Alien Occupation Government, the headquarters, the brain, the nerve center, the absolute pinpoint big base, right there, right in the hills above Della. Forget Roswell. Forget Machu Picchu. Forget Stonehenge and Tikal and all those alleged alien bases, abandoned every one of them. This was the big one, right now, the source of all my troubles, the world’s troubles, the whole solar system’s troubles. Right there.

 

Out there across the valley, shining across it like a beacon, was a big flat mountain. “Oly’s Mountain” I later heard it called, or Table Top, some said. I could feel it, feel the humming and the disruption of the ether right down to my bones. I didn’t even have to take out my little pocket detector that’s disguised as a Swiss Army knife. I knew, I just knew. And my butt chip burned like an exploded capsule of sulfuric acid. God damn, right there in the mountain — not on it, in it.

 

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Excerpt:

The guys in the black jumpsuits wanted to give me a ride.

 

I was walking along the side of the road six miles out of Beaver Creek, real peaceful like, digging the wildflowers and the beer cans and the little shreds of filter fabric sticking out of the edges, when I turned at the sound of a car coming from down the road. Not even thinking, I stuck my thumb out, but before I had a chance to pull it back in, the white Jeep Cherokee stopped. At first I thought they were camo dudes, like the ones who patrol around Area 51 at Groom Lake. Man, I hate those rent-a-grunts, but I guess they made it personal after that little incident when I blew their cover and listed their names and home addresses on the Web. ’Nother story.

 

I didn’t even have to look at their plates — Alaska blue ’n’ gold NRG lettered plates, and in Alaska they only go up to the J’s — to know who they were: AOGs, Agents of the Grays , Alien Occupation Government. They looked like batfags, Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms goons, right down to the thin   Kevlar vests. Two of ’em, though, in the slick black jumpsuits.

 

“Need a ride, son?” asked the guy in the passenger’s side as he rolled down the window. Tinted windows, thick windows: armored, I knew.

 

“Just hiking, sir,” I said. Old habit from when I was in Delta Force. Any guy calls you “son,” you call them “sir.” I’d of saluted, but when Delta kicked me upstairs on special assignment as a deep cover agent in the Foreign Service, I swore off saluting. With my dreadlocks tucked up into my baseball cap, and the hair buzzed on the side of my head, that guy might of thought I was military with a high and tight, in civvies.

 

“We can give you a ride up to the border, son,” the guy went on.

 

“Only a couple of miles. I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

 

Then they got out. Right then I knew they were Grays because they had the mirrored sunglasses and the jerky legs. The Grays on bottom duty get face surgery so they look normal — real noses, mouths, and ears — but the big triangular eyes are hard to fake. Takes a lot of bone surgery, so most of them just wear big sunglasses. And the Grays have long torsos but stumpy legs, kind of like that Frog painter Hangin’ Too Loose Lowtrec, so to look human, they walk on these like stilts. Our high gravity really messes them up, though, so they never get good at it. You learn these things when you become an enemy of the bigheads like me.

 

The driver was a wymmin, I mean, I knew the type, feminazis: big broad shoulders and almost no boobs, and fat hips. She had short hair just over her ear flaps and long bangs. Female Grays don’t like to alter their ear flaps. They’re really weird that way: they think those vestigial flaps are the sexiest thing. For all I know, that’s how they screw. Go figure. Aliens are really strange.

 

So the wymmin Gray got out, same klutzy walk, and they both gimped over to me, looking real tall, but I knew I could kick their legs out from under them. ’Course, iffen I did that, they’d blast me to cinders, but it’s nice to know I had the option to damage them before I died. They leaned up against that white Jeep Cherokee with the funny windows, hooking their thumbs in their belts. Those Grays watch too many of our Western movies, if you ask me. Someone ought to tell them, or at least turn ‘em on to some Mel Gibson thrillers so they can learn a new attitude . . .

 

“You’re kind of out here in the middle of nowhere,” the wymmin says. She had one of those squeaky high voices their females have. It always flips me out. You see a big momma like that, and then she has this high voice.

 

“Yes ma’am,” I said. “I’m used to walking.”

 

“So we’ll give you a ride to the border,” she said. “Across the border, make it easy on you. Into Tok. You must be going that way.”

 

“Might take a right at Tositna and go up to Chicken,” I said. “Do some gold mining.”

 

“Yeah.” The guy scratched his balls, in that sympathetic gesture guys make to each other, sort of like saying, Balls, what a pain, huh? Only I knew he was re-adjusting the servos on his stilts.

 

“So you sure you don’t want a lift?” The wymmin Gray glared at me through her glasses. I knew she was scanning me. Hell, I knew they had me pegged already. They’d put a chip in my butt after my first abduction near Cedar Key (see Chapter 16), so they could track me like that, you bet.

 

“Don’t wanna trouble you,” I said.

 

“No trouble,” the guy said.

 

“Still . . . “ I stared off into the distance, thinking of Hannah. I figured if they were scanning me, they’d pick up the increase in blood pressure and the little woody I was working up. “I’m sort of hoping for a ride with this babe I met in Beaver Creek.” I grinned, and the guy Gray grinned back, showing me his stumpy little tongue.

 

“Gotcha,” he said, winking and making a little gun with his fingers and shooting it at me. Really. They ought to watch some old Bond movies if they wanted some better clichés.

 

“Dude,” I said.

 

The wymmin nodded and the guy nodded and they got back in the white Cherokee and drove over the hill and probably to one of their shuttle crafts. A few minutes later, the Coasties who had given me a ride 500 miles down the road picked me up again.

 

When the Coasties dropped me off just before the border, I saw the black helicopters.

 

Welcome to Alaska, I thought. Now go home.

 

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Author Biography:

Michael Armstrong was born in Virginia in 1956, grew up in Tampa, Florida, and moved to Anchorage, Alaska in 1979. He has lived in Homer, Alaska, since 1994. He attended the Clarion Science Fiction Writers Workshop and received a bachelor of arts from New College of Florida and a master of fine arts in creative writing from the University of Alaska Anchorage. His first novel is After the Zap. Michael’s short fiction has been published in Asimov’s, The Magazine of Science Fiction, Fiction Quarterly, and various anthologies, including Not of Woman Born, a Philip K. Dick award nominee, and several Heroes In Hell anthologies. His other novels include Agviq, The Hidden War, and Bridge Over Hell, part of the Perseid Press Heroes in Hell universe.

 

Michael has taught creative writing composition, and dog mushing. He is a reporter and photographer for the Homer News. He and his wife, Jenny Stroyeck, live in small house they built themselves on Diamond Ridge above Homer, which they share with an incredibly adorable labradoodle.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/michael.a.armstrong.writer/

Twitter https://twitter.com/maaarmstrang

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4100550.Michael_A_Armstrong

Publisher http://www.theperseidpress.com/

 

Meet @ChrisNorton16 and Discover Why His Book Changes Lives #SCI #BookPromo #Inspiration


 It is our immense pleasure to introduce you to Chris Norton. We first met Chris in 2015 and we connected immediately. He asked us to read and review his book and Mr. N had the pleasure earlier this year. While he was reading Chris’ book, he would share passages with Mrs. N and we got all choked up. The Power of Faith moved us deeply and in our opinion, he’s a true hero. He agreed to an interview and I know you’ll be moved, too. Take it away, Chris: 

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

My best accomplishment thus far is raising over $500,000 through my non-profit SCI CAN Foundation. It’s not solely the money we have raised that is an accomplishment, but the amount of people we have helped with that money which I am proudest of.

SCI CAN

 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

I see myself in 5 years living in a home in south Florida with Emily and some kids. I hope to have gained enough traction with my book and speaking that I am able to travel internationally.

 

Have you always liked to write?

Yes and no. In elementary and middle school, I enjoyed writing fictional stories from my imagination because there wasn’t a right answer and grammar wasn’t a focus. Years later in high school, I lost my creative touch and grammar was a heavy focus so I didn’t enjoy it as much. My favorite subject was math.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Continue to perfect your craft every day. If you truly enjoy writing and want to become better at writing, it’s got to be something you incorporate into your everyday life.

 

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

I hate how long it takes from the finished manuscript to get the final product. Once you have all of the writing done you are really excited to share your work but there is a long tedious process to get everything else perfect like the formatting or cover design.

 

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

I have this great spot at my apartment in Florida I like to write. It’s an office and right out the window is a pond and gorgeous palm trees next to the pool. It’s my little slice of paradise.

 

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

I would like to write a self-help book about how to overcome obstacles and lead a life of service. In addition, I also want to write another book about my life after graduation with Emily. I have had a lot experiences such as becoming a foster parent, moving to Florida, the wedding, relationships, and trying to make a living as a public speaker. It’s definitely a couple years down the road though.

 

What is your biggest fear?

I am deathly afraid of spiders. The worst part is if one is crawling around on the floor, I do not have the ability to easily kill it or get away from it. I just hope the little monster doesn’t climb up my chair.

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

To fly. I’ve always thought it would be an out of this world experience to be able to fly anywhere you want. I also love the feeling of the wind blowing in your face like when you are riding a bicycle or on an ATV. It would get be an incomparable sense of freedom.

 

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

An eagle. When I think of an eagle I think of liberation, justice, and also the freedom to do whatever I want. Also I would choose being an eagle for many of the same reasons I picked flying as my superpower.

 

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

Scuba dive. Skydive. Attend the Super Bowl. Attend the NCAA Final Four. Surf. Walk on the Great Wall of China. Wheel a marathon.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have a scar on my hip from a time in high school when I wiped out by being pulled by a ski rope from an ATV while skateboarding down a street. Yes, it was a dumb idea ha ha.

 

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Title: The Power of Faith When Tragedy Strikes

Author: Chris Norton, Terry Norton & Christy Hayes

Genre: Memoir, Spirituality, Spinal Cord Injury

 

Book Blurb:

On a beautiful October day in 2010, eighteen-year-old Chris Norton jogged onto the football field on a kickoff for Luther College and was wheeled off on a stretcher after a routine tackle fractured his spine causing significant damage to his spinal cord. Given a 3 percent chance of ever moving anything below the neck, Chris awoke from surgery sixteen hours later defying the odds by shrugging his shoulder, beginning his long-fought journey to recovery with his family and biggest fan—father Terry—by his side.

 

Told through alternating chapters, this inspiring father-son memoir recounts a young man’s seemingly insurmountable quest to regain movement in every part of his body, and a father’s struggle to be the rock his son and family lean on in the face of their worst nightmare. Chris and Terry depict with brutal honesty the harrowing months they spent in rehabilitation and the years that followed where family, friends, and faith became the nucleus that saw them through. Chris’s graduation walk, marriage proposal and courageous story have already inspired millions worldwide.

 

Mr. N’s Book Review:

I think the word inspiration now has a new definition.  This book is one of the most powerful I have ever had the pleasure to read. The story of how A singular moment in time changed the lives of not just the football player who was struck down but his family, friends, acquaintances, doctors, nurses, the physical therapy assistants, other victims of this injury and all their circles…it is beyond awe inspiring.  I think the thing that struck me the most is how Chris states if he could go back in time he wouldn’t change a thing.  Being almost paralyzed actually changed his life for the better.

 

The book is written brilliantly, telling the tale of the Norton family with the crux being that fateful day when Chris had his neck broken on the football field.  The journey from the injury, to the initial care, to the mass rehab is told from both Chris’s perspective and that of his Dad, Terry.

 

You can clearly see that God had a plan for the Norton family and it only just started with his being injured.  Only with God’s hand can a person overcome a 3% chance of ever moving again.  I laughed, I cried, I smiled, I grew frustrated and I cheered both when Chris asked Emily to marry him and when he triumphantly walked across stage to get his diploma.

 

I don’t think 5+ stars is enough.  Everyone should read this book.  It will reach you in so many ways.  This book had such an impact on me that I was personally excited to find out that Chris himself had emailed my wife.  I would be so excited to receive an email from a man I consider a true hero.  A fantastic book that has changed my life.

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

Buy Links:

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Power-Faith-When-Tragedy-Strikes/dp/1625720122

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/581366

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-power-of-faith-when-tragedy-strikes-chris-norton/1122739344?ean=2940152384826

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Chris Norton

 

Author Biography:

CHRIS NORTON is a motivational speaker and founder of the SCI CAN Foundation. Chris suffered a severe spinal cord injury playing college football in 2010, losing movement and feeling below his neck. Through faith, family, and unwavering perseverance, Chris came back from his injury stronger than ever, receiving his business management degree from Luther College. Chris has appeared on ABC’s Good Morning America, Fox News’ Fox & Friends, NBC Nightly News, CBS’s The Early Show, and his story has been featured in TIME, USA Today, E!, People, and Cosmopolitan. Chris speaks regularly to students and organizations about overcoming adversity and achieving goals. Currently residing in Florida with his loving fiancee Emily, Chris wouldn’t take back the play that left him paralyzed due to the positive influence his story has had on millions of people worldwide.

 

TERRY NORTON is the Director of Des Moines Area Community College Jasper County Career Academy. Terry has over 20 years of experience in education and training, both in the corporate sector as well as K-12 and post-secondary education. Terry earned a Bachelor’s of Business Administration from the University of Iowa and a Masters of Art in Teaching from Drake University. Terry is the proud father of three children and has been married to his beautiful wife, Deb, for over 30 years. Terry has served as board president for the SCI CAN Foundation since it’s inception in 2012.

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://www.nortonmotivation.com/

Sci Can Foundation http://scicanfoundation.com/

Twitter https://twitter.com/chrisnorton16

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/TheSciCanProject

YouTube http://youtube.com/user/Norsenorton165

 

 

Meet Marcus Brutus from Exordium of Tears by @WestonAndrew #SFF #books


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My name is Marcus Brutus, onetime Triari Centurion of the 9th Legion Hispania, dispatched with my brothers to quell the Celtic uprising in the cold and misty wastelands of Caledonia, north of Britannia. We failed in our mission due to the interference of powers beyond our understanding. Thinking we had been extended a reprieve at the moment of death, my brothers and I awakened on a far distant planet where we were given a simple ultimatum. Fight or Die. Yes, it seemed our skills were needed again, and thus began an unbelievable journey that emphasized a stark reality. Death is just the beginning of the adventure.

 

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

To fulfill my duties with honor, and then be given an opportunity to leave a life of bloodshed behind. Before all this happened, I’d served Rome for many years and was determined to see the day when I retired, found a wife, and had the family with whom I could settle down and grow old and fat with. Just because my circumstances have changed doesn’t change my aspirations. One day, all this chaos, all this upheaval will be over, and I will make my dreams a reality.

 

What is your greatest fear?

That I might give way to fear in front of my enemy. Trepidation grips all soldiers from time to time. It’s what makes us human, and only a fool would deny they never experience the dread of battle. But a true warrior faces his fear. Conquers it. Makes it his constant companion. Only then can we appreciate our own mortality and the value of what it is we fight for.

 

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

Cowardice, and a refusal to think of your brothers in battle. Such a man is a weak link in times of crisis and often gets those around him killed. I’m glad to say, the ranks of the Ninth Legion have been purged of such dross, and we remain true to our tenet of steadfast service.

 

Which living person do you most admire?

Commander Saul Cameron – if indeed he still lives – for he shepherded countless thousands of refugees from Earth through a relentless siege and gave them, and the future of Arden, a fighting chance to be reborn anew.

 

What is your current state of mind?

Obviously, I am under a great deal of stress. To be plucked from your life and deposited on an entirely different planet to fight somebody else’s battle once, is enough in my books. To find it has happened to us again? Well, I’m still trying to get my head around the implications of that, especially as we now have the integrity of our own historical timeline to consider. You have a saying in the future: “Walking on eggshells?” I think that sums my predicament up rather well, as I constantly have to juggle the needs of the future against those of keeping my men alive.

 

Which living person do you most despise?

The turncoat, James Houston. Like us, he was snatched away from a normal life and placed here under extraordinary pressure. A supposed officer and a gentleman, he has done nothing but scheme and plot to use this nightmare to his own advantage. He is not only a coward, but a murderer who lacks the slightest ounce of honor. He’d see every one of us dead, just to extend his life for just one day. I’ll not give him that opportunity, and will see him ended if it’s the last thing I do.

 

What is the quality you most like in a man?

A willingness to do his best, whatever the circumstances, and to work as part of a team.

 

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

“By Pluto’s Beard.” During the Gaul campaign, I was badly injured and at death’s door for two months. I kept the god of the underworld at bay by cursing him to his face, a habit I’ve continued since then whenever I face dangerous or frustrating situations.

 

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

Ha! I’d have applied to join the Eighth Legion. Perhaps then I’d have been able to settle in southern Gaul as I’d always wanted. Failing that, perhaps the Praetorian Guard? Caesar Hadrian seemed to like me enough when he bestowed the golden torc upon me. If only I’d taken him up on his offer before all this mess started.

 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

I kept the majority of my men alive at the Battle of the Line in Rhomane City. Mere hundreds of us faced thousands upon thousands of Horde demons. But we showed them the mettle of the legion. Tempered in fire, we were forged anew and broke them. Since then, every one of us is closer than blood, and every one of us are willing to give our all if the need arises.

 

What is your favorite occupation?

I am – or should I say, was – rather fond of the pilot training I received after my arrival on Arden. I know the nano-bots inside my bloodstream help to augment my understanding and comprehension, but the wonders of soaring higher than an eagle could ever go never ceases to amaze me. Think about it. From what I have learned since my arrival on Arden, people from my time could only gaze at the stars in the night sky and wonder. This adventure may have torn me away from home, but now my battlefield exists among those very stars. And I get to see them for what they are…suns of infinite magnitude and majesty, many possessing other planets in which life teems in its myriads. Such treasures we’re beyond the imagination of those from my era. And here I am, living a dream in reality.

 

What is your most marked characteristic?

Despite my elevation to general, I still show regard for the common man and am willing to listen – and indeed value – the opinions of others, even when they differ from my own. Fortunate, I might be. Omniscient, I’m not. Listening to the insights of others has saved my skin on more than one occasion, and after all these years, I don’t intend to stop now.

 

What do you most value in your friends?

Their unflinching calmness in the face of chaos. Those closest to me have shared the crucible of battle and been flensed of pretense. My new friends from Arden have likewise faced many trials and tribulations. Such provide a great deal of support and source of wisdom when I need it most.

 

How would you like to die?

If I’m not extended the opportunity of growing old and fat, I hope I die making a difference. Elysian Fields or no, as long as my death has meaning, I’ll be satisfied.

 

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Title: Exordium of Tears.

Author: Andrew P. Weston

Genre: Science Fiction.

Publisher: Perseid Press

 

Book Blurb:

Fight or die.

That simple yet brutal reality is the tenet by which the refugees from Earth – including the fabled lost 9th Legion of Rome; the 5th Company, 2nd Mounted Cavalry Unit; and the Special Forces Anti-Terrorist Team – were forced to live by while the Horde menace existed. Believing that the threat is over, the survivors now yearn to settle down, start families, and reclaim the lives stolen from them.

But such aspirations might remain beyond their reach, for a shadow looms on the rose-tinted horizon of new beginnings.

The release of the re-genesis matrix has done much to foster a restoration of exuberance across Arden. Along with a resurgence in floral and faunal diversity comes the results of splicing the Ardenese and human genomes: transmutation. A metamorphosis of stunning magnitude that not only affects the living, but those still is stasis as well.

Recognizing the emergence of a new hybrid species, the Architect – the arcane AI construct tasked with the preservation of the Ardenese race – responds by unlocking previously hidden and inaccessible areas of the city. It also releases an archive of sealed state secrets. Such revelations are eagerly perused, whereupon a shocking discovery is made.

Prior to the fall, it was common knowledge amongst the Senatum (the highest levels of Arden’s government) that not all the rabid Horde had joined in the rampage across the stars toward Arden.

Realizing that the peril still exists, the newly reformed administration elects to respond in earnest. Existing resources are utilized, suitable candidates are chosen, and a flotilla of ships is sent out to secure, quarantine, and reclaim the outer colonies.

A mammoth and hazardous undertaking. And nowhere more so than at the planet from where the outbreak was known to have originated – Exordium – for there, the ancient Horde are not only supremely evolved and highly organized, but are capable of a level of lethal sophistication, the likes of which has never been witnessed before.

It is into this kiln of incendiary potential that the cream of Arden’s fighting forces is deployed.

Worlds are torn asunder, suns destroyed, and star systems obliterated. Yes, tragedy is forged, in a universe spanning conflict which proves once again that…

Death is only the beginning of the adventure.

 

Excerpt:

His commanders moved away, passing on his orders. With smooth precision, the legion filed inside and fanned out to take up their respective positions.

Marcus followed. He hadn’t taken more than twenty paces when he noticed a soft crackling underfoot. He glanced down and saw a brittle ivory powder covering the floor in a light dusting.

Did the re-genesis matrix manage to percolate down through the barriers? Amazing. It’ll make our job a damned sight easier if it did.

Putting that hope out of his mind, he concentrated instead on the hazards presented by their surroundings. Even after the third centuria left for their designated positions, breathing room was tight. So closely packed were the stalagmites and stalactites that he and his men were constantly squeezing between petrified tears, and the endless weave and bob soon grew exhausting. What’s more, their only light came from random illuminations cast by the drones or their helmet-cams. When these caught exposed facets of rock, the gloom was transposed by scintillant prismatic aspirations that only served to confound the eye.

Strange, how in a place and at a time like this, beauty can be an unwanted distraction.

Undeterred, they pressed forward, dogged, cautious.

Five minutes later, the telltale gleam of an energy barrier came into view. More than ten yards across and eighteen feet high, the huge blockade loomed at the exact point where the maze ended and the Cathedral narrowed into a natural chokepoint.

And beyond, we finally come to the end of our journey.

Vergilius snapped his fingers and his men deployed, adopting a series of defensive formations in preparation for the assault. Behind them, members of the first centuria completed final weapons checks.

“General,” someone hissed, “come and look at this.”

A group of soldiers to his left stood by a small fissure. From his position, the entrance was difficult to see, for it was shrouded in darkness and bent back in on itself. As Marcus strode toward them, the crunching sound beneath his feet became louder. He looked more closely, and got the impression that he walked on broken shards of discarded porcelain vessels.

He reached the crevice and peered inside to find a modest-sized antre. Except this was no fairytale grotto. It was full of bones.

Thigh bones, rib bones, pelvic bones. Femurs, fibulae, tibiae. And skulls. Skulls lay everywhere. Some were intact and grinning insanely, as if delighted at the prospect of a friendly face after an eternity of isolation; others lay in ruins, fragmented or crushed into dust. Only then did Marcus realize what they’d all been stepping on.

Of course, they must have fled here in their numbers during the initial outbreak, hoping to escape the madness. But they were found . . . and by berserkers too, from the look of it.

He studied the way the remains had been shattered and strewn about.

Not content to simply devour the essence of their victims, the monsters must have torn everyone apart, perhaps to enhance the flavor of their meal with terror?

In his mind’s eye, Marcus tried to reenact the scene.

Even so, it hurt to imagine the insatiable hunger of frenzied fiends as they rampaged, and the inevitable reaction of the helpless colonists as their flight led them here to their doom.

And they couldn’t have realized their panic would act like a beacon, drawing that doom toward them like moths to a flame. Except these moths were hulking great monstrosities driven by a craving so rabid it bordered on delirium.

Roars of glee, screams of terror. Flashing talons, primal cruelty. Severed limbs, tumbling in aerial display. Crimson orbs, glowering with lust. Ruby entrails, spilling gore. Glittering fangs and punctured jugulars, spraying blood in a fountain wash, staining ancient seams in the splith of human ruin.

An itch wormed its way up Marcus’s spine. He backed away and looked outside. The sense of unease was spreading: his hardened veterans glanced nervously from side to side. As they moved, their helmet lights sent peril reeling across the ceiling and cast flickering threats that made it appear as if danger lurked behind each column and within every shadow.

“Can you feel that?” Tiberius called.

The prickling intensified, and soon Marcus’s bowels were shuddering.

I’ve felt that sensation before.

“They’re coming,” Marcus bellowed. “Notify surface units and stand to.”

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Exordium-Tears-IX-Andrew-Weston/dp/0996428992

 

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Exordium-Tears-IX-Book-2-ebook/dp/B01AAFEU6O

 

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/exordium-of-tears-andrew-p-weston/1123449634?ean=9780996428996

 

Andrew Weston

 

Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is Royal Marine and Police veteran from the UK who now lives on the beautiful Greek island of Kos with his wife, Annette, and their growing family of rescue cats.

An astronomy and law graduate, he is the creator of the international number one bestsellers, The IX, and Hell Bound, (A novel forming part of Janet Morris’ critically acclaimed Heroes in Hell shared universe). Andrew also has the privilege of being a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, the British Fantasy Society and the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers.

When not writing, Andrew devotes some of his spare time to assisting NASA with two of their remote research projects, and writes educational articles for http://Astronaut.com  and Amazing Stories.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.andrewpweston.com/

 

Publisher: Perseid Press

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/WestonAndrew

 

Author Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Andrew-P-Weston-Author/102335216581151?ref=hl

 

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

 

Andrew P. Weston Blog: http://theix.blogspot.gr/

 

The IX Blog: http://theix.blogspot.gr/

Get to Know Author @SashaWhite and Her True Desires Series #Romance #EroticRomance


It’s my pleasure to introduce you to Sasha White. If you love Erotic Romance, you’re going to want to binge on her brand new series, True Desires. But first, let’s get to know her better. Take it away, Sasha:

 

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

My biggest inspirations are probably Patricia Briggs, Ilona Andrews and Jennifer Estep. I read them when I’m looking for a great story, but I learn something every time as well. They build such complete worlds full of great characters with storylines that inspire and satisfy. I strive to do that as well, even though I write in a different genre.

 

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

Joe Mangeniello for Joe Carson for sure. It’s funny but I had no particular guy in mind when I created Joe, but when I saw Joe Mangeniello after BOUND had already been written and released, I instantly put the two together in my mind.

Natalie Dormer for Katie Long. Natalie Dormer has both innocent and edgy quality that Katie has, even though few people see the edginess in Katie right away.

 

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

Usually the meaning. They mean something to the story, or the character.  Like with BOUND. It would be easy to say it’s titled BOUND because it has some light BDSM in it, but the story itself is about the different ways a person can be bound. Sure, they can be bound by ropes or cuffs for some kinky fun, but they can also be bound to a place by responsibility, or a person by emotions. In this story, Katie is bound to many things in many ways—some good, some not so good.

 

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

I’m a pantster who very much wants to be a plotter. LOL I feel like life would be easier if I could plot, but it’s not really in me to do so, and when I try, I just get frustrated and fall behind.

 

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

This is a great question for this book. It is both my first single title novel, and not.

I started out writing short stories, so I’d written those, and two novellas before tackling BOUND, and that was also 11 years ago. BOUND was my first single title novel when I wrote it, and it was my first traditionally published book. It was originally published by Berkley Heat in 2006, and I recently got the rights back. Rereading it to re-edit and relaunch this series was a joy. I love the characters, and the story, and being able to relaunch it and get it out there in front of new readers who I hope will fall in love with the characters as hard as I did means the world to me.

 

Have you ever gotten into a fight?

I might’ve gotten into a fight or two when I was a teenager. I’ve also had to defend myself as an adult a time or two. But aside from that, I love to fight in the gym. When I was 19 I started boxing, and that lead to kickboxing (this was over 20 years ago, before it was the popular sport it is now) and then karate and jiujitsu. While I don’t train professionally or compete anymore, I do still love to fight. 🙂

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Ohhh, I would love it if I had the super power of being able to eat as much bread and pasta as I want without gaining any weight. ggg  However, I’d probably end up with something like invisibility.

 

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

I’ve been to so many places (Africa, The U.K. Central America, Nepal) that I’m just not sure where else I want to go, other than Mars or the Moon. Those would be awesome.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

Too many to count. Most of them are little ones from cuts, (I’m not good with knives).  The largest ones are from a surgery I had when I was 18. They’re not visible unless I’m naked though, so only a few people ever see them.

 

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

I’m told I was a bit of a brat. Not the spoiled rotten kind, but the very active, adventurous, and stubborn kind that does whatever she’s told NOT to do. I believe my mom when she says this because I know I was like that as a teenager, and I pretty much still am. LOL

 

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Title  Bound

Author Sasha White

Genre Contemporary Erotic Romance

 

Book Blurb

Everybody has a dark side. I just never expected mine to come out in my sexuality. But in that quiet time before I drift off to sleep the images that come into my mind shock even me. You see, I’ve always been the good girl. The steady one, the responsible one, but ever since I set eyes on Joe Carson, the dreams have turned into urges… a restlessness I can’t resist.

So  I don’t.

No one is more shocked than me when after putting on a private show of self love for Joe, I tell him I’ll do anything for him… and he holds me to it.

I admit it. I’m an addict.

I’m addicted to the freedom that I find in his arms…and I’m worried it might cost me the freedom from small town existence I’ve been working towards my whole life.

 

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Exclusive Excerpt:

Looking at him, I became aware of the fact that I’d never seen him in anything but his uniform before. Well, that or completely naked. In that moment, I realized that it didn’t matter what he did or didn’t have on, even without the big nightstick and handcuffs on his hip, he was devastatingly sexy.

My eyes roamed over his six-foot frame, and I licked my suddenly parched lips. A scuffed leather jacket hung open to show a plain black t-shirt stretched lovingly across his delicious muscles. Tight, faded jeans rode low on his hips cupping an impressive package and molding to powerful thighs. Tightening my grip on my keys, I strolled forward and tried to ignore my body’s instant response to his presence.

“Hi there,” I greeted him softly, stopping directly in front of him. “Are you waiting for me?”

A silky black eyebrow lifted and his lips tilted slightly. “I don’t know anyone else who lives here.”

My cheeks heated, and I turned to enter the building so he wouldn’t see my blush. Why the hell I was suddenly feeling so shy I didn’t know. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen me blush all over already.

He followed me into the building, neither of us speaking as we went up the stairs to the third floor. When I reached to unlock my apartment door my hand was shaking so much I fumbled it. On the third try the key finally slid into the lock.

The door swung open and I strode into my small apartment on shaky legs. It was as if a switch had been flipped the minute I was within five feet of Joe. The fatigue I’d felt minutes earlier disappeared, and my body was vibrating from the inside out, awake and ready for action.

“Where were you?” He asked, voice careful and controlled as he took off his jacket and tossed it on a nearby chair.

“Why is it your business?” My voice was flirty and I gave him a small smile when I replied.

He stopped his visual inventory of the room and focused on me. “You told me yesterday you were my slut. If you’re out fucking around with someone else, I’m going to punish you.”

The stiffness I felt from last night’s use disappeared, and every nerve ending came alive, throbbing and pleading for attention.

“Punish me?” I raised an eyebrow at him, trying not to let him see just how much his words affected me. I know I’d sorta committed myself to him sexually, but really; there was no ‘relationship’ here. Was there? “I don’t think so.”

“Where were you?” He stepped closer. So close his breath floated across my cheek and my nipples rubbed against his chest when I sucked in a deep breath.

“I was at Julie’s.” The words were out of my mouth before I could bite them back. “You going to punish me for that?”

“Last chance to back out, Angel.” He trailed a finger gently down my cheek, lingering near the corner of my mouth. “I want you as mine. You said you were mine. I don’t take this lightly and I don’t want you to either. That means punishment, as well as rewards. What I say goes. Are you sure you can handle it? That you can handle me?”

My tongue darted out and sampled the flavor of his skin before I spoke, confident and sure. “I’ve been wanting to handle you for a long time, Joe.”

His closeness was driving me crazy, and I gave into the urge to touch him. Lifting my hands I started at his shoulders, then down over his pecs, circling his flat nipples through his t-shirt until they hardened. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against him. His erection burned a hole through our clothes and my pussy clenched in excitement. I lifted my gaze, looked into his eyes.

He was struggling with something, some inner demon. He wanted me, I knew it the same way I knew I’d do anything to please him. Instinctively. But he was fighting it. He was fighting himself, and he was fighting me.

My knees went weak and my heart kicked in my chest. I couldn’t let him get away, so I threw down the gauntlet. “I’m not backing out. Are you?”

The flames leapt to life in the depths of his eyes, and he lowered his head, claiming my mouth with a hungry kiss. His tongue thrust between my lips and took possession as my hands crept up over his shoulders and around his neck, gripping him tight.

 

TrueDesires

 

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Author Biography

Bestselling author Sasha White writes modern erotic fiction with an edge of kink with the occasional foray into paranormal and science-fiction. White has published over thirty stories with publishers such as Kensington Aphrodisia, Berkley Heat, Avon, Black Lace, and Samhain Publishing, and is recognized as one the top authors of the genre.

After over 20 years as a waitress/bartender, Sasha now works full-time as a writer. She’s says “I learned how to build well-developed, realistic characters from exploring cultures, including our own when serving millions of drinks to millions of people. I’ll talk to pretty much anyone, and more importantly, listen to them.

 

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Everything and a Happy Ending by Tia Shurina is a Must-Read! @everythingAAHE #BookPromo


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Title:  Everything and a Happy Ending

Author: Tia Shurina

Genre:  Memoir

 

Book Blurb:

EAAHE is a memoir that recounts 3 interconnected relationships & love stories, her dad, her ex-husband & an old special friend.  The book details and shares Tia’s full circle journey to learn how to really trust, how to “thine own self be true” and then the real & true love it circled her ‘round back to.  It’s a story about how the power of love & a journey to intimacy helped flip learned pessimism, reacting in reflex and running from fear into choosing optimism, trusting intuition and rising above the fear.

 

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.

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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.

 

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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.

 

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http://everythingandahappyending.com/

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Get to Know @CadenceDenton and her WetWork, Ep 1 book is #FREE! #RomanticSuspense #IARTG


I’m so excited to have author Cadence Denton here today. She’s accomplished so much in her life and she’s one of my favorite authors. If you love gritty suspense with splashes of romance, you’ll devour her Wetwork series (like me). She took time away from her very busy life to sit down with me for an interview. So, grab your favorite beverage because you’re in for a treat. Take it away, Cadence:

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

As a writer, I’m most proud of my decision to self-publish. More than that, I’m pleased to overcome my fear of failure, fear of not being good enough, fear of the unknown and achieving my goal of publishing four books in 2014. While I’ve published four books in 2015, I have two manuscripts in the editing stage and am plotting another. Fighting through my fear has definitely been my greatest accomplishment.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Definitely writing. Of course the dream is to write for a living, but if that never happens then it’s fine by me…as long as I can continue to create unique worlds and interesting characters who demand to have their stories told.

Have you always liked to write?

I’ve always been a voracious reader. I discovered Jane Austin at the age of fifteen and lost myself in books ever since. My first book was a Christmas story I wrote at age ten. I continued to dabble in creative writing and journaling throughout my teen years. Writing to a back seat to child rearing (although I continued to journal) and higher education. I began to write in earnest after my daughter left for college and have yet to slow down. Writing has become my refuge.

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

I’m a hybrid. I start out plotting every scene down to dialog. I write the beginning and the ending and leave the middle a fuzzy blur. After all the detailed plotting, when I sit down to actually write, I find the characters will often hijack the story. My series, WetWork, is the first that I’ve completely pantsed. While exhilarating, I’ve found myself scared spitless.

What is your next project?

I’m working on the edits for Heart of Fire, book three in the Immortal Firewalkers, and edits for book one in another new series.

Do you write naked?

No. PJ’s are best for creativity.

Do you drink? Smoke?

I appreciate a good chardonnay and am not opposed to a crisp sauvignon blanc…especially if it’s Nobilo. I gave up smoking twenty years ago. It was the best thing I ever did for my health, the hardest, too.

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

I’d love to see the Rockies. So, Colorado. Definitely, I’d love to visit Colorado. I’m a daughter of the Deep South and used to living at just above sea level. I’d like to see American mountains.

What secret talents do you have?

Photography. For the day job, I take photos of models and clothing for advertisement and social media. I love finding unusual and unexpected sites to take pictures. I like pictures to tell a story. (Duh. I’m a writer) We have a deserted jailhouse in my small town. I’m working on scheduling a photo shoot in one of the jail cells featuring models in evening gowns.

Do you have any scars?

My left shoulder was shredded in a car accident. It left me with a wicked set of scars.

 

The Place Where Danger Meets Desire…

Enter a shadow world of espionage and counter espionage. Where killing is a career path that pays according to your level of expertise, where you are only as good as your last hit.

Enter a world where competition is fierce and growing eyes in the back of your head is a requirement, where you could be the shooter one day and the target the next.

Enter a world where this moment, this breath could be your last.

WetWork is a gritty, action-packed romantic serial (25k). Filled with pulsing passion and heart pounding intrigue, it is the first episode in this hot, new series by author Cadence Denton. Each installment ends in a cliffhanger.

 

WetWork, Dark Man Case Files, Episode 1

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Blurb:
Someone is killing Department hunters one-by-one. Dark Man, the Department’s best hitman, is determined to find the assassin and take him out.
The Archangel is known throughout the globe for her body count. Now her employers, the Chernyy Group, Russia’s super-secret counter intelligence agency, have aimed her at its rival, the Department…and DM.
When DM captures the illusive Angel, sparks fly and passions explode.
When she asks his name, he replies, “I’m your future.”
But is he her future lover or executioner?
He has questions. She has the answers. He knows what he should do, but why not do what he wants—seduce her and get the answers that way?

 

Excerpt:

The soft cough of Gamer’s gun as he double-tapped the target finalizing the contract, an octogenarian with a paunch and bald head, brought DM out of his stupor.

“Did you catch my shadow?” Gamer’s voice sounded in his ear.

DM’s gaze tangled with the woman’s. He watched a single dark eyebrow lift in question and scowled in response. He was torn, and furious that he found himself torn. He shouldn’t feel conflicted. Hell, he should turn her ass over to the Medic, whoever the fuck she was.

“Dark Man—?” Gamer hissed.

“Dark Man?” she gasped.

His scowl deepened. DM’s exploits had become an urban legend in the small world of assassins and hitmen. Hell, they’d been embellished to the point you’d think he could frickin’ sprout wings and fly while shooting laser beams from his eyes.

She attempted to slide from his loosened grip. Automatically, he tightened it, crushing her to him. She exhaled, then went slack as though saying, Do what you want.

“Dark Man—?”

DM’s jaw flexed once, twice.

“No,” he answered, eyeing her. “Your shadow got away.” He inexplicably loosed his grip, freeing the woman and stepped back. He was setting her free. Why?

She reached up on her tip toes and pressed her lips to DM’s, running her tongue lightly over his bottom lip. Then she stepped back and disappeared into the night.

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“I just don’t get it,” Gamer said for the thousandth time running a gloved hand over his close cropped head.

DM clenched his teeth and breathed heavily through his nose. Breathed—not sighed. He did nothing so limp wristed as “sigh”. He hit the door when the security light turned green, lengthening his stride to fit his six foot six inch frame hoping to leave Gamer and his questions behind.

Gamer’s stride wasn’t far off DM’s still he quickened his pace to keep up with the bigger man, his rubber soled boots squeaking on the polished tile floor. DM’s heavier boots thundered out a steady military-smart rhythm.

“You say you had the tracker in your sights…and he got away?” Gamer asked in that incredulous tone that had DM grinding his teeth in frustration.

DM picked up the pace, his black ankle-length duster flapping behind him like the cape of the super-hero he was supposed to be. More like anti-hero he thought darkly.

“I didn’t let him get away,” he growled. Better to let Gamer think the person tailing him was male. Much better.

“See…that’s where it doesn’t make sense,” Gamer insisted. “My shadow escaped untouched and unharmed…from you.”

“Dammit, Gamer, you act like I’m fuckin’ Wolverine.”

“But you never miss a target.”

DM stopped so suddenly the skirts of his coat circled his calves. Gamer continued a couple steps further before stopping. He turned to face the big man his expression expectant.

“Listen,” DM growled, “I don’t know what you want from me. I guess I zigged when I shoulda’ mother fuckin’ zagged and the son of a bitch got away.” His big hands curled into sledge hammer-sized fists.

Gamer lifted his hands, palm side out. “Fine…okay…sorry.”

DM exhaled again and no, it sure as hell wasn’t a sigh, before continuing down the hallway with Gamer trailing him.

“Still…you have to admit that isn’t like you, DM.”

“I’m not fuckin’ Superman, dude,” DM growled and paced off leaving Gamer at the desk to sign in his equipment.

DM’s scowl was aimed squarely at himself. How the fuck did he think he’d possibly convince the Chief that Gamer’s shadow had the chops to escape him when he couldn’t even convince Gamer? This had to be the first time his legendary reputation worked against him. Another deep breath. Why? Why had he let her go?

 

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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?

Visit my website for more information on all my series and upcoming projects. You may not find everything to your liking but you won’t be bored.

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Time-Travelling Author @WestonAndrew Divulges His Top 10 Films #Books


My name is Andrew P. Weston. I’m a time-travelling author from the future, hiding a dark and mysterious past, who currently finds himself kicking his heels in the present with nothing to do except study the cultural impact films have had on the many generations I’ve enjoyed visiting. Flitting back and forth through the spacetime continuum has its perks. Only last week, (thirty years from now), I was able to feast on such treats as: Star Wars XXIV – A Continuing Menace; The Fast and the Furiously Repetitive 19; and Die – Hard to Kill This Franchise Off.

 

Here are my top ten picks of worthy, thought provoking films from your era:

 

  1. Wuthering Heights – the original. Laurence Olivier and Merle Oberon. A timeless epic, capturing the mood of bitter angst, class division, inequality and all-consuming love.
  2. The King and I: Debora Kerr & Yul Brynner. You cannot beat the pomp and ceremony of the original. Fantastic setting. Brilliant cast. Awesome entertainment. “Shall we dance…?”
    Interesting Fact: Yul Brynner is one of only a handful of people ever to have won an Academy and Tony Award for the same role.
  3. The Forbidden Planet: Leslie Nielsen and Walter Pidgeon. Now this was decades ahead of its time. The forerunner for so many science fiction wannabes that never achieved the same standard.
  4.  The Ten Commandments: Charlton Heston. An absolute epic, and out of this world for special effects in its day. Far superior to later attempts to cover the same material…(And another film Yul Brynner popped up in? The sly old fox).
  5. Saving Private Ryan: Tom Hanks and a vast cast. Gritty, realistic. As an ex serviceman who has seen combat, it truly moved me, as I felt it accurately portrayed how cruel war can be, and how true heroes are forged. They’re just ordinary boys – and nowadays girls – from next door who answer the call, face their fears, and accomplish something extraordinary. Sadly, not all of them make it home. Never forget…we owe our freedom and liberty to their sacrifices.
  6. Way Out West: Laurel & Hardy. Good old-fashioned nostalgic fun. I love the tickling scene, and you can see Rosina Lawrence trying not to laugh and grinning from ear to ear when they recorded it. (I wonder how many takes that took.) And an excellent reminder that a truly entertaining film doesn’t need all the fancy gimmicks they have nowadays. Speaking of which…
  7. The Matrix: Keanu Reeves and many others. Outstanding.
    Interesting fact: You do know it explains the truth about reality, don’t you? We all have that feeling that something’s not quite…?
  8.  Bladerunner: Harrison Ford , Rutger Hauer and others. “I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe…” (But I don’t want to talk about what I did last weekend). The hidden subtext and moral dilemma this excellent noir sci-fi classic portrayed will – I’m sure – survive the test of time. A truly poignant film.
  9.  Grease: John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. Don’t cringe…I know you can sing all the words to every song…exactly like I can J (Tell me more…?)
  10.  The Devil Wears Prada: Meryl Streep. Anne Hathaway. Emily Blunt. What can I say? I have an eye for things that will never go out of fashion. (Sniff, sniff… “Has one of today’s readers been eating an onion bagel?”

 

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Title: Exordium of Tears

Author: Andrew P. Weston

Genre: Science Fiction

Publisher: The Perseid Press

 

Book Blurb:

Fight or die.

 

That simple yet brutal reality is the tenet by which the refugees from Earth – including the fabled lost 9th Legion of Rome; the 5th Company, 2nd Mounted Cavalry Unit; and the Special Forces Anti-Terrorist Team – were forced to live by while the Horde menace existed. Believing that the threat is over, the survivors now yearn to settle down, start families, and reclaim the lives stolen from them.

 

But such aspirations might remain beyond their reach, for a shadow looms on the rose-tinted horizon of new beginnings.

 

The release of the re-genesis matrix has done much to foster a restoration of exuberance across Arden. Along with a resurgence in floral and faunal diversity comes the results of splicing the Ardenese and human genomes: transmutation. A metamorphosis of stunning magnitude that not only affects the living, but those still is stasis as well.

 

Recognizing the emergence of a new hybrid species, the Architect – the arcane AI construct tasked with the preservation of the Ardenese race – responds by unlocking previously hidden and inaccessible areas of the city. It also releases an archive of sealed state secrets. Such revelations are eagerly perused, whereupon a shocking discovery is made.

 

Prior to the fall, it was common knowledge amongst the Senatum (the highest levels of Arden’s government) that not all the rabid Horde had joined in the rampage across the stars toward Arden.

 

Realizing that the peril still exists, the newly reformed administration elects to respond in earnest. Existing resources are utilized, suitable candidates are chosen, and a flotilla of ships is sent out to secure, quarantine, and reclaim the outer colonies.

 

A mammoth and hazardous undertaking. And nowhere more so than at the planet from where the outbreak was known to have originated – Exordium – for there, the ancient Horde are not only supremely evolved and highly organized, but are capable of a level of lethal sophistication, the likes of which has never been witnessed before.

 

It is into this kiln of incendiary potential that the cream of Arden’s fighting forces is deployed.

 

Worlds are torn asunder, suns destroyed, and star systems obliterated. Yes, tragedy is forged, in a universe spanning conflict which proves once again that…

 

Death is only the beginning of the adventure.

 

Excerpt:

The cavern’s vaulted interior resonated with silence. More than a hundred yards wide, it was a natural feature etched from living rock by the slow and patient attrition of running water over thousands of years. As time passed the wellsprings ran dry, and the chamber gradually drained. Once barren, the cavity lay undiscovered for millennia until explorers from a faraway world happened upon it during their initial surveys prior to colonization.

Recognizing its value, those adventurers adapted the character of the gallery to suit their own purposes, transposing its simple grandeur into a wonderland of startling complexity and delight.

Yet even this transformation had been a long, long time ago, and for many years now the facility remained abandoned.

Although subdued, illumination was still afforded by a swarm of ethereal holographic constructs. Of unknown purpose, these nevertheless had been rigged to serve the mechanism dominating the cavern’s center.

Here, a circular dais more than twenty yards across rose from the floor. Above it, a pair of gleaming U-shaped collars hung suspended in midair. Each measured over fifty feet in length and were positioned so that their open arms bowed toward each other. Within the expanse of their embrace, a tear challenged the authority of spacetime itself. Appearing like a DNA helix, it slowly revolved around its own axis, warping reality to its will. A gentle breeze flowed toward the rent from each of the cavern’s exits, betraying the presence of a subtle vacuum.

Blip — blip — blip!

Harsh in the silence, a warning tone blurted from one of the control stations closest to the feature. Two adjacent projectors flickered to life. As their emitters focused on a condensed shimmering fog of ionized gas, a series of complex equations appeared. The beams intensified, and a stream of translucent symbols scrolled down the misty page.

“Anomaly detected,” a voice announced. “Please stand by . . .”

Background generators kicked in. A steady whine signaled the buildup of impressive potential.

“Target recognized and locked. Quantum tunnel initialized. Temporal sheath established. Safety overrides engaged . . .”

An oscillating tone added deeper counterpoints to the coalescing energies. Underlying vibrations increased dramatically. Static sparks jumped out to scratch at the invisible plane lurking between the brackets. Lightning flashed, once, twice, then the void yawned wide and a tornado of warped sensibilities bloomed forth in a churning bore that somehow encompassed both pelagic and volcanic attributes.

“Gateway activated. Spectral sensors primed. Data retrieval will commence in three, two, one . . . Downloading.”

A surrounding halo of ancillary equipment lent its weight to the process, and by its light hitherto unnoticed features of the chamber stood revealed.

Unlike the rest of the control center, a large area along the western periphery was free of equipment. Desks, cabinets, and scanners occupying that zone had been smashed to pieces and thrown to one side to make room for the assortment of power cables trailing along the floor and into a wide pool of gelatinous goo.

The air above the mucus shivered gently, as if wallowing in the heat of a welcome zephyr. No sooner had the wormhole stabilized than the undulating curtain flared into a confusing amalgam of Orphic contradiction. Strontium-red passion vied against a well of midnight gloom. Magnesium-silver flares rushed to counter all-consuming darkness. And finally, neon-blue tendrils of scorching hot plasma contended the threat of everlasting obscurity. Such was the frenzy of the outburst that the atmosphere itself bristled, and nearby metallic objects clanged together as they became magnetized.

Hidden at the very edge of the visible spectrum, a nest of nightmare apparitions languished in hibernation. The commotion had disturbed their repose and triggered an instinctive reaction. Roused to the verge of consciousness, their glittering fangs snapped imaginary necks. Steaming talons twitched toward phantom aggressors. Huge great jaws opened, and piercing howls joined together in a cacophony of spine-tingling complaint. Several pairs of eyes fluttered open and in that instant, an overwhelming sense of barely suppressed rage and rabid hunger flooded the cavern with the promise of certain death.

“Cycle completed,” the same automated voice intoned.

The combined resonance of multiple stations shutting down droned through the gallery.

“Geodesic anchors retracted. Astrophasic tracking nodes disengaged. Gravity locks releasing in three, two, one . . . Mark.”

The humming swarm abruptly cut off.

“Returning to passive-scan mode. Info-packet prepared. End run . . . Execute.”

The hovering screens went blank, and the control room was thrown into darkness once more.

Deprived of the source of their agitation, the beasts’ emotions cooled, and they were soon lulled back toward slumber. The energized cloud hovering above the ectoplasm continued to ripple awhile longer, but it too eventually subsided into inactivity.

All was as it had been before, except that now, a brooding, heightened state of watchfulness pervaded the ether.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Exordium-Tears-IX-Andrew-Weston/dp/0996428992

 

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Exordium-Tears-IX-Book-2-ebook/dp/B01AAFEU6O

 

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/exordium-of-tears-andrew-p-weston/1123449634?ean=9780996428996

 

Andrew Weston

 

Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is Royal Marine and Police veteran from the UK who now lives on the beautiful Greek island of Kos with his wife, Annette, and their growing family of rescue cats.

 

An astronomy and law graduate, he is the creator of the international number one bestsellers, The IX, and Hell Bound, (A novel forming part of Janet Morris’ critically acclaimed Heroes in Hell shared universe). Andrew also has the privilege of being a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, the British Fantasy Society and the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers.

 

When not writing, Andrew devotes some of his spare time to assisting NASA with two of their remote research projects, and writes educational articles for http://Astronaut.com  and Amazing Stories.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.andrewpweston.com/

 

Publisher: The Perseid Press

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/WestonAndrew

 

Author Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Andrew-P-Weston-Author/102335216581151?ref=hl

 

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

 

Andrew P. Weston Blog: http://theix.blogspot.gr/

 

The IX Blog: http://theix.blogspot.gr/

 

I’ve Been Runed: A Guest Post by Best-Selling Author @RuthACasie #Runes #Romance #MFRWAuthor


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I’ve Been Runed! A Guest Post by Ruth A. Casie

The first writing systems used by the Germanic people were runic alphabets. Like Egyptian hieroglyphics, runes were more letters each was an ideographic or pictographic symbol. To the Ancients, they were associated with the principles of power and write a rune was to invoke the force for which it stood.  The word rune means ‘letter,’ ‘secret’ or ‘mystery.’ Its original meaning may have been ‘hushed message.’

Runes, tied to the principles of power, had magical significance and were used to create spells and foretell the future.

In folklore, the runes were given to mankind by the Odin, the Norse God of mythology. He died and passed on to the afterlife where he gained wisdom and passed his new wisdom to his people in the form of Runes.

Runes date back to the first century  c.e. until well into the Middle Ages. The Roman alphabet became the preferred script in most of Europe.

 

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We’ve learned that the runic alphabet is out outgrowth of two distinct sources—one magical and the other literate. Many Bronze Age rock carvings, primarily in Sweden, have pre-runic symbols.  Some of these symbols are alphabetic letters, while others represent ideas and concepts, sigils. These concepts were incorporated into the names of runes (sun, horse, etc.) and, unfortunately the meaning of these sigils and their purpose are lost to us. They were, however, believed to have been used for divination or lot casting. It’s believed that sigils contributed to the magical aspects of the later runic alphabets.

The name “futhark”, like the word “alphabet”, is derived from the first few letters in the runic sequence. The futhark originally consisted of 24 letters, beginning with F and ending with O, and was used by the northern Germanic tribes of Sweden, Norway, Denmark, and Northern Germany.  This is knows as the Elder, or Germanic Futhark forms of the runic alphabet.

Runes were used well into the 17th Century and were known by the common people who used them for simple runic spells. They also consulted them (like Tarot cards). Runes and the magical arts were banned in 1639 as part of the Church’s efforts to “drive the devil out of with Europe”.  The rune masters were either executed or went underground, and the knowledge of the runes appears to have died with them.  Some had the knowledge passed on in secret, but it is almost impossible to separate ancient traditions from more modern esoteric philosophies in such cases.

In my novel, Knight of Rapture, magical runes play a large part in the story. Rebeka must decode the runes and the ancient prophecy it hides to save all she loves.

For months Lord Arik has been trying to find the precise spell to rescue his wife, Rebeka, but the druid knight will soon discover that reaching her four hundred years in the future is the easiest part of his quest.

Bran, the dark druid, follows Arik across the centuries, tireless in his quest for revenge. He’ll force Arik to make a choice, return to save his beloved family and home or stay in the 21st century and save Rebeka and hope she regains her memory. He can’t save them both.

Rebeka Tyler has no recollection of where she’s been the past five months. On top of that, ownership of her home, Fayne Manor, is called into question. When accidents begin to happen it looks more and more like she is the target. Further complicating things is the strange man who conveniently appears wherever trouble brews—watching her, perhaps even….protecting her? Or is he a deliberate attempt to distract her? Rebeka can only be sure of one thing—her family name and manor have survived for over eleven centuries. She won’t let them fall… in any century.

 

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Knight of Rapture is part of the Druid Knight Series and is available at Amazon, B&N, KOBO and iBooks. For more information please visit my website at http://www.RuthACasie.com

Get to Know Author A. L. Butcher @libraryoferana #fantasy #authorinterview #bookpromo


As many of you know, I’m a big fantasy reader, have been ever since I read Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis. Fantasy allows me to escape the hum-drum world of Earth and travel to a place where anything is possible. So when I meet a fantasy author I love, I want to tell you all about him/her. It’s my great pleasure to introduce you to British Fantasy Author A. L. Butcher. You may know her better as “Library of Erana”. She agreed to sit down with me for a candid interview. She reveals all sorts of sage advice and fascinating facts. Take it away, A. L.: 🙂

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

The Count of Monte Cristo. It’s a masterpiece of revenge, historical drama, intrigue and redemption. Fantasy wise – Soul Music, or Thud by Terry Pratchett. The late Mr Pratchett was a genius combining a rapier wit and shrewd intelligence with an easy style of storytelling. The Discworld is a parody of medieval Europe, and it’s cleverly done. I find there is a lot of humanity in the work, and a lot of ‘normal’ people becoming heroes. Only a true master could make the Grim Reaper one of the funniest characters in literature. Soul Music I love because it’s about the immortality of music and how it captives people. Music gets into the soul and makes us more than we were. It’s sad too – as Death appears (capitalised on purpose) and that even a good thing cannot last forever. The Discworld books deal with survival, courage, human emotions, life, death, politics, religion and so much more, all wrapped up in a world which is familiar yet strange.

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

Archos – Ian McKellan or possibly Hugh Jackman

Dii – Evangeline Lily or Emma Watson or Jessica Chastain

Olek – Chris Hemsworth or Chris Pratt

Ozena (she’s the hardest one for me to cast) – Keira Knightly or Emma Watson

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

  1. Finishing my degree. I was quite ill at university and various family members were also diagnosed with serious illnesses around that time so it was pretty stressful. I actually ended up studying part time for a while, but I worked as well so I had to manage study, work and deal with illness and depression. I was amazed I finished and delighted with the grade I got – I was expecting a much lower result.
  2. Publishing the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I. Whilst I was writing my mother was in the latter stages of cancer, and my father becoming increasingly disabled. I managed to finish the first edition of the book and take a copy to my parents a few weeks before Mum passed away. Despite everything she’d gone through with ops, and chemo and the dreadful toll of cancer on her body and mind she was so happy and proud. That was the first time I’d seen her smile for a good while. As it took a bit longer to produce the print edition than the e-book she knew about it already and had told everyone. I mean EVERYONE – neighbours, family, friends, nurses, the doctor…. For a while she was happy. After she’d gone to sleep I crept away and cried as I knew she didn’t have long left but also because I’d made a dying woman, whom I loved very much, smile.

Have you always liked to write?

Yes of course. I think writing is like any other art form – either you can do it, or you can’t. Practice hones the skill, that goes without saying but the creativity is always there. The essence of the story is in you. Being a writer isn’t just something you do, it is what you are. Even if you never publish the story you are still creating that tale, that world, those characters.

I write poetry and short stories too. At school I used to get asked to write something for the school display. I wrote a lot of fanfic, adventures for games and short pieces when I was younger. I’m not saying those were any good but I wrote them more for myself. I played tabletop and roleplay games for years so coming up with adventures for those was a lot of fun. My first novel actually came out of a mix of an adventure I’d written for something and an idea for a particular world that I’d had for a while.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

  1. Keep writing. Even if no one reads it but you write it anyway.
  2. Write what you want to read and what makes you happy. Don’t confirm to something simply because you think you should, or someone tells you ‘romance is hot this month’. Forcing a book will be just that – forced and it will show. If you like something someone else will. Not everyone, but then that’s true of all art, but someone surely will.
  3. Grow a thick skin. As I’ve said not everyone will like what you write. Do you like every book you read? I doubt it. Some people like to say what they think and that is true for good and bad reviews. Suck it up. If you will get upset by reviews then don’t read them.
  4. If you do decide to self-publish then go for it but read the FAQ, TOS and forums BEFOREHAND. It will save you a lot of hassle if you understand the rules and restrictions of the particular site.
  5. Don’t expect to get rich quickly. Be realistic. You’d be amazed how many people go on the KDP forums whining about their book not selling a zillion copies in the first week. Why should it? Even if the book is amazing there are millions of books out there. You need to be a marketer, accountant, formatter, promotor and get a whole heap of other skills as well as being a writer. At least unless you have the money to pay someone else. Many books, especially self-pubbed books, don’t sell more than a few copies and don’t sell consistently. Some do, and some do very well but the vast majority don’t bring in a lot. This takes me back to point 2. Write what YOU want and for the love of it. Success is relative.

 

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 them sometimes but I try not to obsess about them. Shit happens, people don’t like things. Readers miss something, or pick up on something random. Or there is too much sex/violence/world-building or not enough.

Every reader is different. What I like in a book (such as good world building and fascinating characters) might not be as important to someone else. That person might consider rich building as an info dump, or a ‘fascinating’ character as bloody annoying.

For every reader who likes your book there will be one who doesn’t. It happens. Try not to let it bother you.

Look at a popular book – say 50 Shades of Grey. Now I gave up before I even got to the end of the sample I thought it was that bad. But plenty of people disagree and think it’s great.  Look at any book on Amazon, Barnes and Noble or Smashwords and there will be a mix of reviews.

Don’t respond to reviews. It’s a BAD, BAD idea. The internet is at one and the same time very large and very small. A snarky comment to that negative reviewer will likely be shared with said reviewer’s friends, who may then share it on, or blog about that rude author. It’s not worth it. Comments typed in the spur of the moment, particularly angry comments, will stay around for ever. Nothing ever truly vanishes from the internet.

Many readers don’t want to engage with the author and don’t like authors commenting on reviews. Even just a thank you might be seen as inappropriate.  It’s not worth it unless the reviewer makes a point of asking.

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

Combat scenes. In the last couple of books there have been fight scenes between multiple combatants. So it’s working out who is where, who is fighting whom and with what, whether the fight scenes are actually realistic. I mean how DO you fight someone with a sword? How DOES a longbow work? The author needs to know realistic weapons, fighting styles, armour, anatomy and logistics.  Heroic fights, with willing suspension of disbelief, are great but they can’t be too unrealistic. Poking a sword in someone still hurts. Battle is dangerous, people die or are wounded. It’s exhausting. Two of my main characters are magic users but that too needs to be limited. Magic demands a price and the more potent the spell the higher that price. The mages can’t just keep zapping away with no cost, that’s just stupid.

I think one of the hardest scenes I’ve written was the aerial combat scene in Of Blood and Scales in Heroika: Dragon Eaters. A warrior and his wing-man on griffin-back fighting a dragon, whilst trying to avoid being skewered by claws, snapped on by teeth and melted by caustic breath. I must have re-written that damn scene about eight or nine times. The editor didn’t run away screaming so I must have done something right.

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

Let me see, I have three novels, two short story collections, a stand alone short story, and a few anthology pieces.

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

Currently I’m working on a novella for my Tales of Erana short fiction series. It’s the companion series for the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles and set in the same world but featuring tales of lore, legend or side-characters. There is also a fourth novel for Light Beyond, but only just started that, and a couple of other short story ideas. At some point I’ve promised an historical short based during the time of Magna Carta so I have to research a bit more for that. Oh and I am planning a roleplay system for my world, but that’s a massive project so for now it lives in my WIP folder and gets added to occasionally.

Do you write naked?

Hahaha. Now that would be telling….

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

I don’t smoke, and I drink rarely now. I used to drink a lot at college/uni – far too much really. My vice now? Books. I buy a lot of books, far more than one person can read. I like books. My partner says I’m a hoarder too.

What do you want your tombstone to say?

‘I told you so’, or possibly ‘if you can’t be a good example you’ll have to be a terrible warning.’

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Invisibility. I could have all sorts of fun with that.

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

New Zealand

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

A monkey. I love monkeys – they are clever, naughty and resourceful. Or possibly a squirrel. I was obsessed with them as a child. I even wanted to be a squirrel ‘when I grew up’, and my imaginary friend was a squirrel called Patch.

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

Oh gosh.

Go in a hot air balloon

Finish all the books I have planned

Eat a real Chinese meal in a Chinese restaurant in China

Ditto Italian food

See the Aurora Borealis

Learn to sing properly

 

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

Odd, lol! I was an imaginative child (see the answer about squirrels). I was often in trouble for daydreaming in the boring lessons at school. I was rebellious too. Nothing too awful, well I didn’t think it was awful….

My favourite toy? A squirrel called Silky (another imaginary friend in the squirrel colony). We had been to Bournemouth on holiday and there was this awesome toyshop filled with teddies and other stuffed animals. I remember vividly because the shop assistant wrapped him in purple tissue paper. I loved that toy so much. It went everywhere. I think he went on every holiday since I was about 4, he went to school sometimes – as we were allowed to take in a toy at junior/middle school at the end of term. He slept in my bed. I still have him, the poor soul has an eye missing, his fur is very threadbare and one of his ears is hanging off, but he lives on top of the wardrobe now.

 

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Title: The Light Beyond The Storm Chronicles – Book I

Author: A. L. Butcher

Genre: Fantasy/Fantasy Romance/Sex and Sorcery

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Book Blurb:

In a dark world where magic is illegal and elves are enslaved a young elven sorceress runs for her life from the house of her evil Keeper. Pursued by his men and the corrupt Order of Witch-Hunters she must find sanctuary. As the slavers roll across the lands stealing elves from what remains of their ancestral home the Witch-Hunters turn a blind eye to the tragedy and a story of power, love and a terrible revenge unfolds.

 

Buy Links:

Available as an e-book in all the Amazon stores, Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, Apple, and the Smashwords associate stores.

http://www.amazon.com/Light-Beyond-Storm-Chronicles–ebook/dp/B0088DQO9C

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/290716

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-light-beyond-the-storm-chronicles-alexandra-butcher/1114796078

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/light-beyond-storm-chronicles/id615134765?mt=11

 

Also available as a paperback on Createspace and Amazon.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/1481255622

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1481255622

 

Audio Book

http://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Sci-Fi-Fantasy/The-Light-Beyond-the-Storm-Chronicles-Book-1-Audiobook/B01DAQSCIC/

http://www.audible.com/pd/Sci-Fi-Fantasy/The-Light-Beyond-the-Storm-Chronicles-Book-1-Audiobook/B01DASV3PE/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Beyond-Storm-Chronicles-Book/dp/B01DAQRYV8/

http://www.amazon.com/Light-Beyond-Storm-Chronicles-Book/dp/B01DASVPLQ/

 

A L Butcher

 

Author Biography: A. L. Butcher is the British author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles fantasy series, and several short stories in the fantasy and fantasy romance genres.  She is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet and a dreamer. When she is grounded in the real world she likes science, natural history, history and monkeys.  Her work has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as evocative.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog: http://libraryoferana.wordpress.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6430414.A_L_Butcher

Amazon Author Page http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alexandra-Butcher/e/B008BQFCC6/

Twitter: @libraryoferana

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

 

 

We’re Interviewing Lord Jamie Collins from The Guardian’s Witch @RuthACasie #Romance #BookPromo


The Inside Scoop – Part Two

Thank you so much for joining me. In a follow up to our interview with Lord Alex and Lady Lisbeth, brother-in-law and Scotsman Jamie Collins is with us today. You must know that this has taken us months to arrange. The man just cannot be pinned down. Personally, I can’t wait to get a different perspective on the hero and heroine of Ruth A. Casie’s book, The Guardian’s Witch.

 

Oh wait, there’s a lot of commotion at the door to the studio. It must be him. Yes, I see he’s walking this way. You can’t miss him. He towers over everyone. Josh, our sound technician, is six feet. Jamie dwarfs him. This may take a few minutes. He’s making time to speak with everyone. For here I can feel his magnetism.

 

(Jamie takes his seat.)

 

Reporter: (Nods to Jamie then looks at the audience) Today’s guest, Lord James Collins—

 

Jamie: Please, Jamie will do.

 

Reporter: Of course… Jamie is the brother-in-law of Lord Alex Stelton and Lady Lisbeth Reynolds. Lord Alex is the exceptional knight who put his life on the line for the woman he loves, his wife, Lady Lisbeth. She too was willing to risk it all–to save her husband. Jamie was the man behind the curtain that helped them both succeed.

 

Reporter: (Turning to his guest) Thank you for taking time to talk to us today. My staff has tried for some time to reach you.

 

Jamie: I’m flattered that you sought me out, but I’m not the one you should be speaking to. Lord Alex and Lady Lisbeth are the hero and heroine of the story. The tale is theirs to tell.

 

Reporter: You’re much too humble. But let me start at the beginning. What was your first impression of Lord Alex?

 

Jamie: A handsome, prideful man, Alex had to make his own way in the world. By reputation, I knew he was loyal to his king and had his trust, to boot. Not an easy thing in these times. Still, I watched him with the castle, villagers, and Lisbeth.

 

Reporter: And what did you find? What part did you play in the romantic adventure?

 

Jamie: By the time we met I knew a great deal about him. I was sure he wasn’t there to line his pockets but rather to keep the people safe and make Glen Kirk Castle prosper. My part in the romantic adventure? Nice turn of a phrase. Glen Kirk Castle sits in a precarious place, on the border of England and Scotland. My clan and Lord Wesley Reynolds family have been close for centuries. I married their Laura, the love of my life. Since Lord Wesley and Lady Darla’s untimely death I’ve watched over Lisbeth. And that’s no easy task. She is quite the independent woman.

 

Reporter: And what of Lady Lisbeth?

 

Jamie: Ach, there’s a bonny lass. She was afraid her talents would cause the villagers great harm. You know she’s a witch.

 

Reporter: (nodded)

 

Jamie: (Bent forward toward the reporter) With the Lord and Lady gone, her king sent protectors to care for the castle and people. They were weak minded men. She feared each one he sent. Not for herself. When she stood up to the first man the king sent he called her a witch. If that wasn’t bad enough when her people stood beside her he called them her coven and threatened to kill them all. He accomplished what he wanted, kept the people and Lisbeth away. He was too busy raiding her father’s fine wine cellar and trying to strip the castle of anything worth value. After he disappeared, my men and I helped Lisbeth and the castle staff pack everything and hide it away.

 

Reporter: And when Lord Alex arrived?

 

Jamie: (Sat back and relaxed) Now there was a different man. You didn’t have to be a witch or a fey to see he was the right man for Glen Kirk and for Lisbeth. He cared about both. By the time he arrived everyone was suspect of the king’s men. He had a lot to prove.

 

Reporter: As Lady Lisbeth’s brother-in-law and only male relative. Did you approve their marriage?

 

Jamie: It was a horrible thing his king did, horrible, marrying them by proxy and Lisbeth ignorant of the plan.

 

Reporter: (Shuffling papers) I have a good source in the King’s most private council that the proxy marriage was your idea. (More paper shuffling) Yes, here it is. When you went to London, you spoke to the king and over a few glasses of ale you both planned the event.

 

Jamie: (The smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes. Jamie reached over and crushed the pages in his hand) What did you say?

 

Reporter: (Visibly uncomfortable) Umm… Nothing, sir. Nothing at all.

 

Jamie: (His demeanor softened, slightly) That the two were in love was not a question. Everyone knew but them. Lisbeth, well she vowed never to marry afraid her gift would… well, let’s just say she wanted to stop the line of magic that was well established in her mother’s family. Alex? He was no better. The king thought the solution was brilliant.

 

Reporter: You were a loyal son-in-law even though your political beliefs differ.

 

Jamie: Lord Wesley may have been English but he judged a man fairly. He and Lady Darla were good and kind to their family and their people. Our families were neighbors separated by an imaginary line. We shared many things, a love of the land, a love of family, and a love of friends.

 

(Jamie hesitated deep in thought)

 

Jamie: They didn’t deserve to be murdered. I knew the moment I saw their crumpled carriage it wasn’t an accident. I vowed I would see the assassin pay.

 

Reporter: You took unusual action for a Scotsman.

 

Jamie: (His face flushed in anger) What did you expect me to do? (He spit out the words between clenched teeth.)

 

Reporter: Sir, I meant no disrespect. On the contrary. For a Scotsman of your high stature to go to the English king and tell him his favored lord and lady were murdered and pledge your support. Amazing.

 

Jamie: Lord Wesley and Lady Darla had to be avenged. The king agreed with me. When I came back I wouldn’t rest until the puzzle was solved. I would do it all again.

 

Reporter: I understand you met Lord Alex’s six brothers.

 

Jamie: Yes. They look like a small army when they stand together. Each one is nagged by one of the deadly sins. It took Lisbeth’s love and trust to help him overcome his excessive pride. I understand there may be a book about each brother. (Jamie looks directly into the audience) You just have to tell the author you want to hear more about the Stelton Legacy. She’s immune to my badgering. Perhaps she’ll be more responsive to yours.

 

Reporter: Thank you for your time. (turning to the audience) You can find out more about Jamie, Lord Alex and Lady Lisbeth in The Guardian’s Witch by Ruth A. Casie available for their Nook, iBook, KOBO or Kindle

 

I hope you enjoyed the interview. Here’s a brief overview of The Guardian’s Witch.

 

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England, 1290

 

Lord Alex Stelton can’t resist a challenge, especially one with a prize like this: protect a castle on the Scottish border for a year, and it’s his. Desperate for land of his own, he’ll do anything to win the estate—even enter a proxy marriage to Lady Lisbeth Reynolds, the rumored witch who lives there.

 

Feared and scorned for her second sight, Lisbeth swore she’d never marry, but she is drawn to the handsome, confident Alex. She sees great love with him but fears what he would think of her gift and her visions of a traitor in their midst.

 

Despite his own vow never to fall in love, Alex can’t get the alluring Lisbeth out of his mind and is driven to protect her when attacks begin on the border. But as her visions of danger intensify, Lisbeth knows it is she who must protect him. Realizing they’ll secure their future only by facing the threat together, she must choose between keeping her magic a secret and losing the man she loves.

 

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Author Biography:

Ruth A. Casie’s first career as a Vice President and product manager for a major international bank took her around the world. Romance novels were her companions on the long flights and, when not with clients, solo dining experiences. On her travels, her imagination ran wild when she visited historic sites and ancient ruins. Now she loves to include little details from her travels, and her family, into her stories. In addition to writing historic fantasy time travel romance for Carina Press and Harlequin, Ruth is a participating author in the TIMELESS TALES short story series. Her book KNIGHT OF RUNES was a NJRW Golden Leaf Finalist in 2011. THE GUARDIAN’S WITCH was a RomCon Reader’s Crown Finalist in 2013. KNIGHT OF RAPTURE was a NJRW Golden Leaf finalist in 2015. You can reach her at www.RuthACasie.com , on Twitter @RuthACasie, at her Facebook page: www.facebook.com/RuthACasie or at Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/ruthacasie/

Meet @GingerCastro14 in her Debut #AuthorInterview and Get to Know Her Better #books #memoir


I have had the pleasure to meet authors from all over the world and from all walks of life. I met Ginger several months ago and I must tell you, she’s such a bright, bubbly person. She sees life through positive lenses and even though she’s been through so much negativity, she spreads the Light each and every day. I asked her if she would  like to sit down with me for an author interview and she said yes. So, please take a moment and get to know Ginger. Take it away, Ginger: 

 

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

Yes, “Wounded Hearts Heal” is the first book I’ve ever written.

 

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

I’ve been slowly working on another memoir in which I simply have been typing up my journal entries from the last six years.  It’s my imperfect journey over these years.  I’ve seen fictional books written in this style.  I’m not sure if there are other memoirs written like this but I thought it would be a pretty cool way to share these past six years.

 

  1. What is your writing process?

With “Wounded Hearts Heal” I didn’t really do a lot of brainstorming or rough draft on paper.  I just started recalling my earliest memories and typing them up.  Then I’d read through I typed up and fix what I felt needed fixing.  I prefer typing of writing and my handwriting is so sloppy sometimes I can’t even read it.

 

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

I thought the memoir “I Am Malala:  The Girl Who Stood Up For Education And Was Shot By The Taliban” written by Malala Yousafzai was a very inspirational story and I admire her courage.  I also love JK Rowling, author of Harry Potter.  It’s inspirational the way she went from being a poor single mom to a multimillion dollar best-selling author of one of the best fantasy series in my humble opinion that has such a huge fan base worldwide.  I hope I can come up with a brilliant fantasy series of books someday too.  She inspired me to write, and even though I haven’t come up with that brilliant fantasy series, I self-published my memoir which is an accomplishment I’m especially proud of.

 

  1. Have you always liked to write?

Not really.  I began writing in a journal regularly five years ago and now I love it.  It’s so interesting to look back on everything you did over these years or what was on your mind.  I wasn’t too fond of writing essays and other writing assignments growing up though.  I’ve written a very very short erotic story I’ve shared on my Facebook and Deviant Art pages and a very short horror play I plan to build on.  I usually think of scary scenarios.  I just need to take time away from Facebook (such a daily distraction) and finally do this.

 

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

I usually have really bizarre or creepy dreams.  I try to remember them and occasionally share them on my dream blog on WordPress.  It’s http://idreamforthemeaning.wordpress.com .  Two similar dreams I recall having include me with a boy, a girl, and a husband.  I hope that comes true.  It would be nice to be blessed with a happy family of my own.

 

  1. 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?

There have been so many times I’ve been in dangerous situations due to my irresponsibility and trusting nature.  The last time I was in a difficult situation was this time when I was abusing crack and hanging out with this other guy that smoked a lot of crack.  One night I was at his house in his room and he was acting really odd, yelling, and saying all these hateful things to me.  It really freaked me out.  When he went into his bathroom I got up and ran out of his room and out of his house and called my mom to pick me up.

 

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

 

I have a scar above the right side of my upper lip from the time my younger brother was goofing around and shot me with a bow and arrow.  I have a scar on my right hand from the time I was goofing around in an abandoned building with some friends and we were punching the glass windows.  I have another scar above my butt crack (not sure how else to word it) that blends into the butt crack and it’s from the time I was raped by a group of guys at the age of fourteen and I was cut with a knife.  I talk about this experience in “Wounded Hearts Heal”.

 

 

  1. What is your biggest fear?

Failure.

 

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

I’d love to fly!

 

Wounded Hearts Heal

 

Title:  Wounded Hearts Heal

Author:  Ginger Esperanza Castro

Genre:  Memoir, Inspirational

 

Book Blurb: 

In my memoir I hope to inspire hope in others that no matter how bad life can get at times, there is hope. I’m a survivor and share some very personal experiences such as sexual abuse I experienced in my youth, severe depression in my adolescence and in adulthood, and surviving two suicide attempts in my twenties.

 

Excerpt: 

Ultimately, all of life is a learning experience. I’ve learned valuable things about the world and me through some of my roughest experiences. Of course, there’s no way in hell I’d want to go through some of those experiences again…

 

Buy Links: 

Paperback:  http://www.amazon.com/Wounded-Hearts-Heal-Ginger-Castro/dp/1530294029/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1459898702&sr=8-1

Kindle:  http://www.amazon.com/Wounded-Hearts-Ginger-Esperanza-Castro-ebook/dp/B00WRI22HC/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1459898702&sr=8-1

 

Ginger Castro

 

Author Biography: 

I’ve spent most of my life in Texas along with quite a few years in Alabama. In “Wounded Hearts Heal” I hope to inspire hope in others that no matter how bleak the present, past, or future may seem life really does get better. Just don’t lose hope.

Traveling is my biggest passion. I also love languages, history, geography, science, and literature. Some of my hobbies include swimming, cooking, baking, watching movies, and of course reading.

 

Social Media Links:

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

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/GingerCastro14

 

 

 

 

 

Meet Author @bekalombardo and Her #Memoir, It’s Not Your Journey #BookPromo #Books


It’s my great pleasure to introduce you to Rebecca Lombardo. I met her a few weeks ago and she is one of the strongest women I have had the pleasure to meet. She’s struggled with mental illness for over two decades and her debut release, It’s Not Your Journey, is her story. She doesn’t consider herself a survivor but a warrior and I agree with her 100%. So, grab your favorite beverage and get to know the Rebecca Lombardo. Take it away, Beka:

 

  • What do you consider your best accomplishment?

Honestly, at this point I am extremely proud that I am still here.  After more than 23 years struggling with mental illness, and surviving a suicide attempt in 2013, I’ve had to fight every day just to be here.

 

  • Have you always liked to write?

Yes, as long as I can remember.  I can recall writing my first story in third grade, and announcing at that point that I was going to be a writer one day.

 

  • 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?

Yes, I read all of my reviews. At first, the bad reviews felt like a personal attack, because the book is about my life.  I responded to 1 or 2 bad reviews, and quite honestly was personally attacked by those people.  I learned quickly not to respond to the bad ones anymore.  My advice would be just to keep in mind that if you don’t have at least a couple of bad reviews, the reader may assume that you’re having your friends and family write a bunch of fake reviews.  Bad reviews can help you look more legitimate.

 

  • Is this your first book?

Yes, this is my first book.  I have not determined whether I will continue to write books.  My first hasn’t been out a year yet, so that is my priority at this time.

 

  • What is your best marketing tip for authors?

My best marketing tip is to be as active as you can on social media.  Always make sure your website is up to date, and keep your followers engaged on social media.  You never know who will discover your profile next.

 

 

  • What is your biggest fear?

One of my biggest fears in life is claustrophobia.  It’s miserable to have to get things like MRI’s done.  It’s so bad that I have trouble breathing in elevators.  Even if I’m watching a movie or TV show where there is a tight space, I need to turn it off because I have trouble breathing.

 

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

I have a few, but I would love to visit Ireland or Australia the most, I think.  From what I’ve seen, they are both beautiful places to visit.

 

  • Do you have any scars? What are they from?

Unfortunately, yes I have many, many scars.  I am recovering from self-injury (self-harm) so I have a lot of scars.  There are days when I am embarrassed by them, but mostly I look at them as proof that I made it through the war.

 

  • Do you write naked?

Absolutely, 100% NO.  I can’t imagine that this would be beneficial in any way, but to each his own! I would never begrudge someone and their writing process.

 

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

I drink maybe once or twice a year at gatherings, but I don’t remember the last time I was actually drunk.  I do not smoke.  My mother died of lung cancer, so that is out of the question.  My vice would probably be orange or red pop.  I love them both.  Thankfully, I’ve made a lot of changes to my lifestyle, so I don’t have them much anymore, but I do love them both.

 

It's Not Your Journey

 

Title: It’s Not Your Journey

Author: Rebecca Lombardo

Genre: Memoir

 

Book Blurb:

In her first published work, Rebecca Lombardo collects her internationally followed blog into the pages of It’s Not Your Journey. This memoir candidly details Rebecca’s two-year long chronicle of her struggles with bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety, self-injury and recovery from a suicide attempt. Rebecca shares her real and raw feelings on these subjects, as well as addressing other issues that have contributed to her downward spiral and eventual climb out of her own pit of despair. Issues such as the loss of her mother to lung cancer, the death of her brother, abandonment from friends and family members due to her hospitalization, and more. This book is about a personal journey with mental illness. Rebecca is not a professional, rather an advocate that hopes her story can help those going through similar struggles.

 

EXCERPT:

 THERAPY?

JANUARY 1, 2014

Over the course of the many years that I have suffered

from depression, I have met many doctors. For several

years, I could only see a doctor in the county where I

lived. I didn’t have mental health coverage, and they

would provide samples of the medications. It was a

tremendous benefit in one respect because I could be

on as many as seven prescriptions at a time. On the

other hand, the level of care was substandard.

Primarily, I was treated like a number on a file.

However, without fail, whichever doctor’s office I

visited, my session ended with, what about therapy?

 

 

Have you had therapy? Would you like a referral? My

answer: yes, I have had therapy and no I do not want a

recommendation.

 

I have documented my feelings on the medical

profession as a whole, focusing on the treatment of

people with mental health issues. These feelings also

extend to therapists. If you’ve never been to one but

have seen one in a movie or on a TV show, don’t even

start believing that they are anything like that. I

understand 100% that I have to do the work to get

myself feeling better but damn! Shouldn’t they have to

do some work too?

 

Aside from that, regardless of how silly this may

sound from a treatment aspect, I have not once ever

felt better after a therapy session. I have always been

the type of person who can work these things out on

my own. I don’t need to be paying someone who just

stares at me with a blank expression on their face,

barely listening. Perhaps, I have been to all of the

wrong therapists. I’ll go along with that. For over

twenty years, every therapist I have gone to was

completely useless but it was purely coincidental. Let’s

not forget the one I saw a few months back that fell

asleep while I was talking.

 

I take my husband to all of my appointments due to

the way Doctors and therapists treat me. That way,

when I walk out thinking to myself OK, did that lady

just fall asleep while I was talking to her? At least I

have someone that was there who is not considered

“mentally ill” that can back me up.

 

I know that I am only detailing negative experiences

here, but they are my only frame of reference. I

cannot, with a clear conscience say that all doctors

and therapists are incompetent, and you will never

find one that will help you. I know that is simply not

true. Who knows, there is a common denominator

here, and that would be me. Perhaps, without

knowing, I go into these appointments immediately

assuming they will fail. Therefore, it doesn’t matter

what is said or done, failure is the only outcome.

Now you can understand why this book is so

important to me.

 

Writing is my therapy. I may never

receive an ounce of feedback on anything that I write,

and that is OK because I have been allowed to tell my

story. Without sitting in an office with someone

staring back at me that so obviously couldn’t give a

damn about me.

 

Even if I do receive negative feedback from someone

regarding my book, I can handle that because just as I

am allowed to express my opinions here, others are

allowed that same luxury.

 

If I do receive feedback that is especially hurtful or

bothersome, I will cross that path when I come to it. I

am not sure how I will handle it. One thing is for

certain; I am a stronger person for being able to

document my experiences. In some cases, I receive

praise for my writing ability or my courage in the face

of all the pain I have and will endure. I will take it. I

don’t feel like there is a therapist out there that can

offer that to me with any level of sincerity.

 

My suggestion is, don’t take my words here and refuse

treatment. That is the last thing I want for anyone. I

want everyone to be aware of what can happen and

what is out there. Do your research. Ask for a

consultation to get to know the person first before you

go about telling them your life story. It is true, you

may have to pay for that appointment. Consider it

paying for the peace of mind in knowing that this

person is either a perfect fit or so far out of left field

you will never be heard. Take someone with you.

 

Someone you trust that knows at least part of the

details of your situation, so that should you begin to

forget details that person can help you fill in the

blanks. Most of all, ask questions. Find out what a

session will consist of, and how long they will last.

You can do this.

 

Maybe someday I can do it too. I will

know when I am ready, as will you. You will know

when you have found the right professional to guide

you as well. Remember, even if you feel like this

person is a good fit, should their methods or the way

they behave start to make you uncomfortable, do not

go back. You are there to get better, and above all else,

you should feel safe in that environment.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Its-Your-Journey-Rebecca-Lombardo/dp/0692509739

iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/its-not-your-journey/id1065377217?mt=11

Indigo https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/its-not-your-journey/9780692509739-item.html

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/its-not-your-journey-rebecca-lombardo/1122852005

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26176772-it-s-not-your-journey

 

Rebecca Lombardo

 

Author Biography:

I’m 43 years old and I’ve been happily married to my best friend for 15 years. I’ve known that I wanted to be an author since I was very young. I grew up in Michigan with my amazing parents, and 5 older siblings. My husband and I don’t have children, but we do have 5 cats that we adore. They are all rescues. I feel very strongly about being an advocate for animals. I enjoy watching movies, sports, and all sorts of television shows. I love to read when I can find the time, and I fancy myself an amateur photographer. I write a blog detailing the struggles I’ve endured in my life due to a diagnosis of bipolar disorder. I have finally achieved my dream of writing a book. It’s Not Your Journey is based on my blog of the same title.

 

 Social Media Links:

www.rebeccalombardo.com

www.amzn.com/0692509739

www.facebook.com/notyourjourney

www.twitter.com/bekalombardo

www.judgmentfreezone2013.blogspot.com

https://plus.google.com/u/0/+RebeccaLombardoAuthor

#AuthorInterview ~ Meet #HistoricalFiction Author @MaryAnneYarde #MedievalMonday


I have a soft spot for Historical Fiction Authors, especially Medieval, so when Mary Anne Yarde approached me for an interview, I jumped at the chance. She, like me, has a wicked sense of humor and loves all things Arthurian. It’s my pleasure to introduce you to Mary Anne and her debut release, The Du Lac Chronicles: Book 1. Take it away Mary Anne! 

 

What is your writing process?

Before I do anything else, I will make myself a cup of tea. Then, avoiding the biscuit barrel, I will go in search of my laptop. Rescue it, if one of my children has got their hands on it, and retreat to my den – or bedroom- as it is more commonly known.

Depending on what emotion I am writing about, I will choose some music to match the mood, which can be anything from Bach to Bon Jovi. I will then power-up my computer, take a sip of tea, and start writing.

I tend to write paragraph by paragraph. I type incredibly fast, so there is a great deal of red underlining in my work – that is what I tell myself anyway – I am sure my spelling is really not that bad. I hope not anyway! I will not write more than a page without giving it a quick edit. I usually spend about six hours on a single passage, as I like to go over and over it, until I am happy with it. I know, I know…utterly mad. But only then can I move on with the story!

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

Without a shadow of a doubt, the book I would have loved to of written is Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds. I read that book when I was thirteen and it enchanted me. McCullough takes her readers on a beautiful emotional journey, and I have never encountered a book quite like it since. I think it will always be a firm favourite.

 

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

There are so many fantastic authors out there and I have read so many books! Umm… Colleen McCullough would definitely be on the list. As would Nicholas Evans, who wrote The Horse Whisper. Both authors are really good at capturing the emotions of their readers. I only hope that I can do 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?

Some of the characters in The Du Lac Chronicles are reported to have been actual “historical” figures, such as Cerdic of Wessex, so their names did not take any thought at all. But for some of the others, I would try and find names that fit in with where they came from. So many of the names I have chosen were common, at the time, in Cornwall, Brittany and Saxony. I also take into consideration the meaning of the names and try to find ones that match the personality of the characters that I have created.

 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

On a beach in Bermuda?

If that doesn’t work out, then I hope to be someone who can, at least, cook a mean Chicken Tikka – at the moment there is no hope of that.

I would have finally mastered the rules of Top Trumps – I swear my children cheat, because no matter what I do, I always seem to lose.

Oh, and if I could write full time as well, then that would be cool.

 

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

If I didn’t write, then I guess I would fall back on my music. So whichever way you look at it, I am probably going to be poor for the rest of my life!

 

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

I am currently working on Book 2 of The Du Lac Chronicles. I am roughly 70,000 words in and enjoying every minute of it. There are a few surprises, which even I had not knowledge of, until they were staring back at me from the screen. Those du Lac boys certainly like to keep me on my toes!

 

Do you write naked?

Oh my days! Is that actually a question? I live in England – if it is not blowing a gale, it is raining. I write huddled up in a very thick jumper with a blanket over my knees!

But if, in five years time, you find me in Bermuda, ask me again.

 

What is your biggest failure?

Cooking. Just cooking. I cannot, no matter how hard I try, cook.

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

I would be a culinary genius. What every I cooked would come out looking better than what it does on the recipe card. Yeah right – like that is going to happen.

 

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

I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t eat meat. I am not doing myself any favours here am I? I do however have a very interesting collection of warm woolly socks – does that count as a vice?!

 

Have you ever been in trouble with the law?

No. But I did once get shoved into the back of a police van and had a very uncomfortable ride across a field. Don’t ask.

 

What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told?

Back in the day, I told my boyfriend (now husband) that I could cook. Was he in for a surprise!

 

Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Only with the oven. He and I are old enemies.

 

What secret talent do you have?

I can’t tell you that – it wouldn’t be a secret then.

 

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

There are two places I have always wanted to go to. Firstly, I would love to travel to Rome and soak up all that history. Maybe one day I will. I would also love to go to Montana in America and go on one of those dude ranch experiences. I think The Horse Whisper may have had something to do with that.

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

I was the perfect child – my siblings may have a different opinion on that, but don’t believe a word they say. In truth, I was a daydreamer. I was never where I was supposed to be and even if I was, mentally I was in a far superior world surrounded by heroic knights on horses and dragons! My favourite toys were my collection of horses, but most of the time I would be found with my nose in a book.

 

The Du Lac Chronicles 10 Feb 2016 KINDLE

 

Title: The Du Lac Chronicles : Book 1

Author: Mary Anne Yarde

Genre: Historical Fiction, Historical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

“An evocative, timeless saga of love and betrayal” –Tony Riches, author of The Tudor Trilogy

AD 495, Wessex, Briton.

 

If all you had left was your heart, would you give it to your enemy?

 

A generation after Arthur Pendragon ruled, Briton lies fragmented into warring kingdoms and principalities.

 

The powerful Saxon King, Cerdic of Wessex, has spent the last twenty years hunting down Arthur’s noble knights. He is determined to secure his kingdom against any reprisals for killing their legendary leader. The knights who have survived the genocide are destined to spend the rest of their lives in hiding, never revealing who they really are.

 

The only knight who refused to be intimidated by this Saxon invader was Lancelot du Lac. Lancelot and Cerdic formed a fragile truce, but Lancelot has been dead these past eight years and it has fallen to his sons to protect Briton from the ambitions of the Saxon King.

 

Alden du Lac, the once king of Cerniw and son of Lancelot, has nothing. Betrayed by Cerdic, Alden’s kingdom lies in rubble, his fort razed to the ground and his brother Merton missing, presumably dead. Cerdic has had Alden tied to a post and ordered his skin to be lashed from his back. In the morning, if Alden is still alive, he is to be executed.

 

Annis, daughter of King Cerdic of Wessex, has been secretly in love with Alden for what seems like forever. She will not stand by and see him die. She defies father, king, and country to save the man she loves from her father’s dungeons. Alden and Annis flee Wessex together.

 

To the horror of Alden’s few remaining allies, he has given his heart to the daughter of his enemy. Alden’s allies see Annis, at best, as a bargaining chip to avoid war with her powerful father. At worst, they see a Saxon whore with her claws in a broken, wounded king.

 

Alden has one hope: When you war with one du Lac, you war with them all. His brother Budic, King of Brittany, could offer the deposed young king sanctuary—but whether he will offer the same courtesy to Annis is far less certain.

 

Excerpt:

Excerpt from Chapter 11

 

“Alden, I heard you were taken. I must say I did not believe my son when he said that he had found you.” The rest of the hall fell silent; the kind of silence one often heard when an innocent man was being sentenced to a horrible death.

 

Alden raised his head. “I escaped.”

 

“Well, I did not think he would hold you. It was a bad business. I am sorry I could not offer you troops, but we have our own problems protecting our borders from the bastard as it is. I have offered shelter to some of your kinsmen. Cerdic razed the place, Alden. Your fort was completely destroyed.”

 

A victorious army in an enemy kingdom was bound to cause devastation. Alden had feared as much.

 

“Then you have relayed my worst fears. Has a message been sent to Budic?”

 

Oeric shook his head. “The weather has been unpredictable and Merton wanted to deliver the message himself, but he has not been well.”

 

“Merton is here? He is safe?” Hope burst in Alden’s chest.

 

“He is safe. He had some minor wounds, but they have been treated.” He crossed the distance between them and lowered his voice. Annis could only just make it out. “I fear he is disturbed. He is not the man we knew.”

 

“I want to see him.”

 

“You will,” Oeric stated. “You will…later. But prepare yourself. I hear you surrendered,” he said, a faint hint of glee in his eyes.

 

Alden, who was still contemplating what Oeric had told him about his brother, looked up. “Good news travels fast.”

 

“As does bad.”

 

“It wasn’t something I wanted to do. I had no choice.”

 

“That is what they all say, isn’t it?” Oeric laughed. “And who is this fine-looking woman by your side?” Oeric turned his attention to Annis.

 

Annis raised her head reluctantly. She had never met King Oeric, although she had heard a lot about him, mainly about his skill as a warrior from her brother, who liked to talk about worthy opponents to anyone who cared to listen. His appearance surprised her.

Oeric was an old man, older than her father was. His hair was a soft white, his face wrinkled. His eyes were watery and the colour of a foggy blue sky. His clothes were lavish and skillfully embroidered. He smiled a welcome, showing gaps in his mouth where his teeth had been knocked out. Alden was right; she could see he was mentally undressing her with his eyes. He made her feel sick.

 

“What is your name, my dear?” Even the way he spoke to her was lewd.

“Annis.”

 

“Annis?” Oeric raised his bushy white eyebrows. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.” He licked his lips. “And what are you doing in the company of Lord du Lac?”

 

Alden had to stop himself from saying king. The slight on Oeric’s part hit its mark well.

 

Annis nervously glanced at Alden. “I am his wife,” she whispered, fearing the lie.

 

“His wife?” he whispered back and then he laughed, turning his attention away from her and back to Alden.

 

“You lose a kingdom, but have the time to find a wife. Where did you pick her up? The dungeons?” Those gathered in the hall laughed at their king’s jest. “What did you do, my dear? Was it something horrid?” he asked Annis, stepping closer to her.

 

Alden’s arm shot out and pulled her closer to him. “The where and why has nothing to do with you.” There was a warning in his tone that he meant for Oeric to hear.

 

“You speak to me like a King. You forget yourself,” Oeric said, his eyes blazing with anger. “You cannot speak to me as an equal anymore. Annis, Annis.” He rolled her name over his tongue. “Of Wessex?” he stated, his eyes widening. “You married his daughter?”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/1519224435

Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Du-Lac-Chronicles-Book-ebook/dp/B01CDK2MK0

 

Mary Anne Yarde Head Shot

 

Author Biography:

Born in Bath, England, Mary Anne Yarde grew up in the southwest of England, surrounded and influenced by centuries of history and mythology. Glastonbury—the fabled Isle of Avalon—was a mere fifteen-minute drive from her home, and tales of King Arthur and his knights were part of her childhood.

At nineteen, Yarde married her childhood sweetheart and began a bachelor of arts in history at Cardiff University, only to have her studies interrupted by the arrival of her first child. She would later return to higher education, studying equine science at Warwickshire College. Horses and history remain two of her major passions.

Yarde keeps busy raising four children and helping run a successful family business. She has many skills but has never mastered cooking—so if you ever drop by, she (and her family) would appreciate some tasty treats or a meal out!

 

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Character Interview: Angel from WetWork series by @CadenceDenton #RomanticSuspense #IAN1 #IARTG


Character Interview: Angel from WetWork series by @CadenceDenton

You want me to describe myself? Is this a trick question? No? Well then, let me think.

DM calls me petite. Of course, he would. He’s a foot taller than me. To be precise, I am five-feet three and ½ inches tall, but I usually round up to five-feet four-inches. My driver’s license states my hair color as brown, but most people believe it’s black. They’re both right.

I can thank my mother’s Negrescu heritage for the midnight hair and my father for my eyes. I like my eyes. They’re light brown and tip up at the edges. Growing up, the Guild kids called me “pussy cat” which bothered me, then. Now, I believe my eyes are my best feature. They were a gift from my Dalcan grandmother—that’s my dad’s mom.

I’m pretty fit—you would be, too if you spent as much time training and, well, fighting as I do. Hmm…what else. I was born in a Guild hospital on the outskirts of Bucharest and will turn twenty-eight in April. I speak nine languages—four fluently.

What more is there to tell? Oh, yes. I like shiny things. Shiny and sharp. Swords—those I like very much!

My fashion taste? It’s no secret I prefer my skirts to be short; my tops, tight; and my heels, sky high. There. I’ve told you all you need to know.

 

Umm, thank you very much Angel for your… errr… honesty. * clears throat * Let’s move onto the questions.

What is your greatest extravagance?

Wait. More questions? Yes, yes, I know I agreed to answer, but can we not move this along?

 

Please answer the question.

Fine. My greatest “extravagance”. Wow. Deep. (Angel sighs and rolls her eyes) I suppose it would have to be my sword collection…and my shoes. There’s nothing quite like fine hammered steel and a fine pair of Manolo Blahniks. I’d have to say, the sword created by Masamune—he was Japan’s greatest swordsmith, if you didn’t know—is by far my most precious possession. My Blahniks run a close second.

 

On what occasion do you lie?

Ha! Really? I’m Guildborn. A more pertinent question would be on what occasion don’t I lie?  Deception is part of the job, but… I never lie to those I’m allied with: My family and the Guild—and DM. Everyone else is an outsider and unworthy of trust or truth.

 

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

(Silence)

 

Answer the question, please.

You’re serious.

 

Please Angel, answer the question.

Christ. Are you freaking blind? The Spider carved my face like a Thanksgiving turkey. What do you possibly think I’d want to change? Geez, what a putz.

 

What do you most value in friends?

That they won’t carve me up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Okay, okay. I’ll be serious. Hmm. The truth is, I don’t have many friends. I have family, and family is loyal. You can count on family. We have each other’s backs. Sure, we squabble and hurl insults, but at the end of the day it’s us against the world.

 

What is your greatest fear?

What the hell is this? Stick-Pins-in-Angel-and-Watch-Her-Bleed day? (Angel raises her hand) Never mind, I’ll answer the damn question. What do I fear most? I’m terrified DM will forget he loves me, of course. I’m scared DM will become the “perfect hunter” the Medic strove to create and lose the last vestiges of his humanity. I’m afraid he will turn into an emotionless robot, and leave me behind. That’s my biggest fear. Have I answered your damn questions?

 

Just one more, if you please. When and where were you happiest?

That’s easy. Here and now. DM and I are together and the Guild is safe. For now, that’s all that matters.

 

Thank you, Angel. To find out more about Angel, DM and the Guild see below…

 

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Title: WetWork, Dark Man Case Files Episode 4

Author: Cadence Denton

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

Dark Man is screwed. Captured by the Department hounds, he was handed over to the Medic as a sacrificial lamb—or lab rat. The brain surgery to turn him into the perfect killing machine (the emphasis on machine) has left him reeling. With his emotions disabled, DM has entered a very dark place. Scientific data claims that without the distraction of emotions, DM will be more focused, more productive—an assassin without a conscience. The problem is he won’t cooperate. He’s focused on finding one person: Angel.

Angel’s act first, think later attitude has gotten both her and DM’s identical twin brother, Damien, into a world of trouble. Her plan to rescue DM majorly blew up in her face. Taken captive by the Guild’s enemy—the super-secret Omicron—she has learned the true meaning of pain. Bearing both physical and mental scars, Angel joins forces with both friends and enemies to free DM.

From Houston to Bucharest, trouble follows DM and Angel. With attacks from every side, they must find a way to overcome their differences and come together or risk being torn apart.

Will DM and Angel survive? Read WetWork, Dark Man Case Files, Episode 4 for the exciting conclusion.

 

Excerpt:

“Who am I?”

 

DM’s voice was a husky whisper. It did crazy things to her insides.

 

“I’m your future,” he said with the finality of a slammed door, not giving her time to reply before fencing her in against the scarred wooden bar with between his long, hard arms and thick, muscular thighs.

 

Her pulse kicked up, making her shiver like a spooked horse as he moved into her, invading her personal space. Spooked. That was an apt description. Everything about this dangerous man spooked her. He was imposing, standing over a foot taller than her five-foot four-inches with a shredded build that complemented his superior height. Not to mention the fact he possessed looks that would make any woman between the ages of 13 and 93 swoon. Truth was, just looking up into his smoldering gray gaze made her lightheaded, made her weak in the knees, and made her more than a little wet between the thighs. Truth was, she wanted nothing more than to follow this man to his bed. When he leaned in, his chiseled lips parting as they approached hers, her eyelids drooped. She stretched up in anticipation, tilting her head back, almost breathless to taste his lips, and felt…nothing.

 

Rusted metal flakes rained down coating her skin as Angel jerked awake. She’d been dreaming of DM, David Morace, the former crown prince of the Guild. Her lover.

 

Her wrists also awoke and began to bitterly complain of their abuse—being forced to support her weight and suffer the tight bonds of the handcuffs. Her shoulders also objected, stating they had taken more than their fair share of the load. Seeking relief, Angel pulled her feet under her and put weight on her legs. A high whistling gasp of misery escaped her lips. She had forgotten about Spider and his electric carving knife.  Almost she regretted contacting DM’s identical twin brother and the new Crown Prince of the Guild. Asking Damien for help in getting DM released from the Department’s creepy version of the Island of Doctor Moreau had been beyond foolhardy. How could she possibly rescue DM when she could do nothing to save herself?

 

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Link for the WetWork series – http://cadencedenton.com/wetwork.html

 

Cadence Denton

 

Author Biography:

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 ( and a little crazy!). Besides, doing the same thing day after day is boring and we can all do with a little less of that, right?

 

Visit often for more information on all my series and upcoming projects. You may not find everything to your liking but you won’t be bored.

 

http://cadencedenton.com

 

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Meet Author Carey Decevito #AuthorInterview #Romance #EroticRomance @ItalRT4u


If you love erotic romance, you’re in for a treat! I have the pleasure of introducing you to Carey Decevito, romance author extraordinaire. She agreed to free up some time for an interview. She dishes the dirt about her latest release as well as some valuable writing advice. I sure learned a lot and you will too. Take it away, Carey: 

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

My kids. Sure, I could pick any one of my works and I’d be crazy to say that they weren’t up there on my list but my kids and family come first. They’re a reflection of who I am as a parent; the best version of me. Without them, I’m not sure I’d feel as well-accomplished or as happy. They’re my world and everything I do, it’s with them in mind.

 

Have you always liked to write?

I can’t remember a time where I didn’t. While others were about doodling, scribbling on their binders, notebooks or pieces of paper, I was the one coming up with verses to songs, lines for a poem, writing up plays and stories.

 

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?

Of course I read my reviews! I’d be crazy not to. Honestly, I love to read what my readers think, whether good or bad. I view it as a way to better my craft. Have I responded to any, not really but I have flagged some due to spoiler content. If a potential reader reads the reviews to gauge their interest in my books, I rather they have a choice to pick up a spoiler instead of things be revealed before delving into the read.

Dealing with the negative reviews is a bit tough. I’ve had a few and it’s easier said than done not to get down on yourself, particularly if you’ve requested that reviewer to read your work. Truth is, not all reviews are by professional reviewers and everyone is entitled to their opinion. What I do is read them and let the content simmer for a bit. Then I typically evaluate where I’ve gone wrong for that one reader. It might be a matter of content, of writing style, the POV, and more often than not, the genre. To be honest, as a reader who is shopping for something new, I’ll take a look at the reviews. I’m guilty of purchasing – and enjoying immensely I might add – books that have had less than stellar reviews. In reality, everyone will get those negative comments at one point or another, no matter how well crafted their piece of literature is. I guess it’s a matter of rising above those bad reviews and persevere. After all, we can’t please everyone, right?

 

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

Almost Forgotten is the second of my current series entitled The Broken Men Chronicles but it is also my third published work. I do have an extensive list of other novels I’ve written but as to if they will get published, it still remains to be seen.

 

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

At the moment, I’m working on the release of my third book in The Broken Men Chronicles series entitled Play Me to Infinity which is due to release on March 29, 2016. I’m also working on tweaking my manuscript for Book four as well as writing the last half of Book five all the while coming up with new characters, new plots and storylines for new works. Yes, my life is far from dull!

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

The power to teleport! I want to be able to think of a place and…BEAM ME UP SCOTTY! I lose so much time getting from place A to B, all the way to Z in a day that I’d love that power. Also, it would come in handy during these Canadian winters of mine to get my butt somewhere warmer. Something tells me winters would be a lot more bearable!

 

What secret talents do you have?

If I told you, they wouldn’t be a secret now, would they? Hahaha! Well, it’s not a secret with my family and friends but I kick butt at the drums in Rock Band.

 

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

I’d love to visit Italy. Find some small town, perhaps an area with a beach, if not, then lots of land where I could bask in the sun, the food, the various wines, not to mention their easy-going lifestyle. I can only dream of the stories I’d be able to come up with. Seeing as I do have an Italian heritage, I’d most likely take the opportunity to tour the entire country and do more research on my family roots too.

 

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

This list you speak has the potential of being lengthy. To name a few, here goes: write a best-seller, meet some of the folks I’ve had the pleasure of working with on my books, travel the world, swim with dolphins.

 

If you could have any name in the world, what would you choose?

I know everyone wishes that there’s something about themselves that they could change but my name isn’t one of them. I couldn’t pick another name for myself even if I tried.

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

As much as I have a long list of authors I adore, I’m happy to say that the only books I wish to write are those that contain my own stories. After all, I love what I do and I do it first and foremost for myself. Should anyone else enjoy my works, then I can say that I’m successful.

 

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 usually choose my character names based on how they sound. I like names that can be shortened into nicknames but it isn’t a must. There have been times where I’ve used a name based on meaning for a particular character. For example, parents naming their son Axle because they were fans of the artist.

 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Hopefully writing fulltime. As much as I’ve loved working outside of the home – and some jobs were a total blast – I’d love to be able to provide for my family both in presence and financially. Seriously, who wouldn’t want to turn their hobby into a full time gig? It would be a phenomenal way to show myself as well as my loved ones that dreams can be achieved if you put the right amount of effort into things.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Get over that fear of yours! If you’re anything like me, you write for yourself first; pouring the proverbial blood, sweat and tears into every piece of your works. It’s no wonder the thought of uploading your story on some free amateur site, submitting your latest manuscript for a writing contest, or entertaining the idea of querying a publisher/agent, or even maybe pursuing self-publishing can be daunting! It’s that fear of what everyone else will think, that possible rejection, that gets to you. It’s what stops you.

If you’re writing to strike it rich, then forget it! Truthfully, we’re not all cut out to write and publish. We’re not all going to be a best seller, but ultimately, if you love writing, just write.

 

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

If I wasn’t writing books, I’d be reading them. My latest full-time job was working for the Canada Council for the Arts in their Writing and Publishing Section. I absolutely loved being surrounded by the abundance of great Canadian literature. I’d most likely go back there or see about getting into a publishing house to do editing, promoting, that kind of stuff. I’m happiest when using my smarts and creativity.

 

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

I have to say that I’m a little bit of both to be honest. I’ll usually get a vague idea on a story and from there, I’ll start plotting. How do I want to introduce this or these characters? What’s the underlying problem? How do they get over that hurdle? Or do they? All of this is typically done in my head. The important details about my characters do get written down though.

There are times I will plot things out in more detail in a notebook, especially when I need to get really specific with a subject, such as a disease, legal/medical jargon, things of that nature.

Once I have my main ideas pin-pointed and written down, however, game’s on! In other words, this is where I fly by the seat of my pants. I start to write, let everything unfold and pour onto my laptop screen; from my main plot points to my filler pieces. Just think of it as though someone gave you the beginning, middle and ending to a story (here’s plotting part) and then they told you to write a story around all of that information (cue the pantster!)

 

What is your best marketing tip?

There’s no such thing as too much marketing! There is, however, such a thing as dedicating too much or not enough time toward it. My recommendation, hire some of that work out. Rally friends and/or family members to help spread the word for your latest release. Ask other author friends to post on their blog, Facebook pages, or Twitter account. And if you’re beyond that “beginner” phase, make sure to keep track of where you’re advertising, the price-points, as well as the success or fail rates of that advertiser. Remember, just because something worked well or didn’t work at all once, doesn’t mean that it won’t the next time. Every business has its lulls as well as its peaks. And here’s another thing I’ve discovered, figure out a way to make things fun, exciting and that also sets you apart from other authors; whether it be a contest, draw, an announcement. This goes a long way to gain a following and you never know which of your followers might come through for you with boosting your viewership in the end.

 

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

Every bit of writing and publishing is fun but if I have to pick one process that I like the least, editing would be it. I would rather spend my time writing something new, working on covers, teasers, banners, promoting and formatting books than having to re-read my manuscript twenty times (trust me, I have). It’s why I do the essential portion and then I have an editor, whom I adore, to help me out with that. Thanks Marissa (from Pub-Craft)!

 

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

I’d have to say my main floor’s sitting room even though I have a beautiful desk and a comfortable office chair in my basement office nook. With the dent in that couch cushion, I’m sure my husband wishes I would move back to the office nook. I love being surrounded by my family as well as the sun shinning through my picture window. That way, I feel included in the goings-on of my family, remain productive, and don’t feel like I’ve been cooped up in a dungeon all day.

 

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

I guess it’s a good thing I like to push my own writing boundaries because that means I’ve tried a lot of genres, not to mention types of scenes within those genres.

You’ll laugh because the scenes that are hardest for me to write are actually racy scenes. Hell, after four years of writing erotic themed novels, I still blush! But it’s the way a scene takes shape, as well as the where. Have you ever stopped to wonder why it is that characters in a book seem to excel at sex in a wild acrobatic fashion? I find it hilarious because if you were to translate that into everyday life, “someone’s going to get hurt” usually comes to my mind! I’m guilty of writing the stand-up shower scene where the woman has her legs wrapped around the man’s head and the man is standing as he delights in her womanly bits, but I have to say, if you’re a regular Jane or Joe, this scene should come with a warning should you try and replicate it in real life. Some things to take into advisement…how about the ceiling height? Or better yet, how slippery when wet the bottom of that tub or shower stall might be! Hahaha!

 

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Title: Almost Forgotten

Author: Carey Decevito

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Jake had it all: money, women, and great looks. He was happy. Well, he thought he was.

Then, a series of women and a ghost from his past made him re-evaluate everything.

Why had she come back? Why was she standing in his firm’s boardroom with his opposing counsel? And the burning question – why did he give a damn after fifteen years?

She had broken his heart all those years ago, and Jake chose to live the life of a bachelor from there on out. Along with his fast-paced career, he maintained a fast-paced social life. It’s what worked for him. At least he’d convinced himself it did.

The loneliness of his large home the minute the housekeeper clocked-out and the women warming his bed deserted him left him wanting. Could he get what so many of his friends already had: the woman, the family, the house with the white picket fence? Maybe. But just because he desired those things, things he’d sworn off ages ago, doesn’t mean they were destined for him.

One thing was for sure; with Danica back in town, Jake’s life was never going to be the same again…

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

I eyed her from across Fairfax, an after-work institution for the upwardly mobile, knowing that in moments, I’d catch her attention.  As suspected, while perusing the male population inside the establishment, her gaze froze on me.

I flashed my come hither smile.  Some called it a panty remover; others have attested that it made their knees weak.  Regardless of its effect, the women I set my sights on wound up vying for my attention in varying degrees.  With a rosy tint to her cheeks, this particular one was quick to shift her glance.

I had no doubt that I looked good in my designer Armani, minus the claustrophobic tie I had worn earlier in the day.

As if she couldn’t help herself, her eyes connected with mine, again.

Hook line and sinker.

Turning, I nodded to the bartender and indicated my desire for another drink by twirling the ice in my empty tumbler.  It had been one hell of a week and I was in dire need of some down-time.

The sure things in my life since high school have been good money, an abundance of women, and great sex.  For the most part, all three came easily enough.

I wasn’t always like this, you know.  As with anyone else who leads a somewhat fulfilled yet semi-dysfunctional life, something happened to shape me into the man that I am today.  Do I really want to rehash the details with you right now?

No.

Will I?

Stick around and you’ll find out.

As predicted, the feisty-looking redhead donning a black mini dress headed in my direction.  I tilted some of my premium scotch back and felt the burn as the liquor slid down my throat.

My cock took notice of the sway to her hips, the length of her slender legs, and the brief but sultry look she’d given me with those bright emerald eyes of hers.  I followed her progress with a neutral expression, assessing every bit of the vixen that I could, giving nothing of her effects away.

I wonder if she’s a natural redhead.

She came to a stop beside me, shifting so she faced the bar, but not before giving me another quick once-over and a shy smile.

Boy did I love a wonderful combination of coy and assertive in a woman.  And this one pulled it off with perfection.

Noticing the twinkle in her eyes, I knew she held secrets that begged to be discovered under that shy façade of hers.  As she licked her red lips, I knew that I could know all of those secrets if I played my cards right.  In fact, I was so certain that she would be the cap to the end of my miserable week that I was already playing out how she would look with that sinful mouth of hers wrapped around my cock while I fucked her face.

I swallowed the last of my scotch and turned to her.  “Out alone?”

She waited to catch the bartender’s attention and huffed when he once again passed by her for a duo of men at the other end of the bar.  “More like ditched.  Can’t a girl get a drink around here?”  She didn’t seem too disturbed about being left to her own devices, however.  “Friend bailed out to spend the night with their boyfriend.”

“Hmm.”  I trailed my fingers across the top of her hand which lay on the bar.  Goose-bumps spread over her forearm.  Swallowing hard, her eyes met mine in brief shock before they cast themselves downward to watch the progress of my digits.  “That’s a shame, honey.  A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be left alone.  I guess I have her to thank for gaining your company.”

She lifted her head and I saw her cheeks pinken.  “It’s him.”

“Excuse me?”

“My friend.”  Her lips quirked up.  “He ditched me for his boyfriend.”

My jaw dropped at the unexpected announcement and her husky laugh at my reaction told me I hadn’t recovered fast enough from the shock.  Her laugh was something else though, as I felt the twitch in my crotch for the second time in under fifteen minutes.

Giving up on her drink request, she turned to face me, looked down again at my playing fingers on her hand before gazing up at me and biting that plump bottom lip of hers.

The wheels were turning in that pretty head of hers.  When that sexy grin spread across her face, there was no doubt in my mind on how my evening was going to end.  I had her right where I wanted her.

“Can I get you a drink?” I asked, my fingers continuing their trail up her forearm.

“I’d like that.”

 

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Author Biography:

Born and raised in small town Northern Ontario, Canada, Carey Decevito has always had a penchant for reading and writing.

More than a decade later, with weeks of sleepless nights, where exhaustion settled into her everyday existence, she finally gave in and put pen to paper (more like fingers to keyboard!) She submitted to the dreams that plagued her. And the rest, as they say, is history!

A member of the RWA, Carey Decevito enjoys spending time with family and friends, the outdoors, travelling, and playing tourist in Canada’s National Capital region. When life gets crazy, she seeks respite through her writing and reading. If all else fails, she knows there’s never a dull moment with her two daughters, her goofy husband, and cat who she swears is out to get her.

 

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