Friday, April 6, 2012

Happy Easter Blog Hop

Hello! I’m so glad you stopped by my blog during the Easter Blog Hop. There are dozens of authors participating in the this year’s Hop and I’m so glad to be a part of it. To check out the other participating authors, just click on the picture on the left.

Over the 3 days, I’ll be posting excerpts from my books along with opportunities to win 1 of 3 prizes I’ll be giving away.

First Prize is a lovely necklace and bracelet set made by me. For this set, I’ve incorporated a few different types of beads: glass, pearl, seed, and glass bugle. To keep with the Easter spirit, I created these pieces using white, gold, and pink beads. It’s a lovely set that can be worn with casual clothes or even a nice dress.

Second Prize is a pdf copy of one of my books, winner’s choice. To check out my backlist, please see the right sidebar. All my book covers are listed there. Just click on a cover to find out more about the book.

Third Prize is a 4-piece set of wine charms, handmade by me. They are fashioned with Easterish colored beads and silver accents. All four are adorned with a beautiful pendant and are sure to be a lovely addition to your favorite wine glass.

How can you enter to win one of these fabulous prizes? It’s simple. Just stop by my site one or more days during the Blog Hop (April 6-8th) and leave a comment about my post for that day. The more days you visit and comment, the more chances you’ll have to win. At the end of the 3 days, I’ll draw 3 winners. See, simple. Be sure to put your email address in your comment so I can reach you if you win.

If you happen to have missed the previous days’ posts, here’s the links to them so you can be sure to enter for each day:


Okay, so let’s get on with today’s excerpt...

Stairway To Heaven
Genre: Fantasy erotica, shape-shifter, magic, mystical being
Purchase: Amber Quill Press
Excerpt rating: PG

“Please, don’t,” she begged, struggling to sit back up. He held her in place.

“Don’t what?” he asked with a lazy drawl, as though he were slowly inspecting her from head to foot.

Rhea imagined she could feel his careful gaze moving along her flesh, looking for the most vulnerable point of attack. “Don’t hurt me.”

Her voice was a tremulous whisper.

“Oh, I’ve no intention of hurting you, Rhea. On the contrary, I plan on giving you pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known.”

Rhea felt the air leave her lungs and the color drain from her face. As though seconding his intent, her body shuddered violently in response. Then a strange heat crept along her lower limbs toward her thighs, and she realized it was his hands.

“No!” She tried to scoot away, but his fingers gripped her calves, preventing her escape.

“No? Why do you deny what your heart desires, Rhea?”

Rhea shook her head as she stared into the glittering haze hovering above her. “No, you’re wrong. I don’t desire anything from—”

“Rheaaa…don’t lie to me. I know what longings lurk within your soul. I only wish to fulfill them.”

Rhea tried to push herself up once again, and this time, he let her go. She scrambled back a few feet while her gaze darted about, desperately seeking some indication as to where he might be. But the churning clouds kept their secret, skillfully hiding their mysterious master within their billowing depths.

Rhea felt movement behind her. The soft brush of a hand against the back of her neck. She let out a startled scream and quickly moved away. He chuckled softly, seeming to mock her once again.

“What are you?” Rhea demanded, feeling like a terrified rabbit being hunted by its prey.

“A rabbit? I think not, Rhea. You’re a seductive tigress. You just don’t know it. Yet.”

His words seeped through her skull to caress her mind. It felt as though a million bees were let loose in her brain. Rhea clasped her palms over her ears.

“Stop it! Get out of my head!”

The invader immediately retreated; the buzzing stopped.
She slowly lowered her hands, searching the billows once again.

“You took my blood, didn’t you? You’re a…a vampire.”

He roared with laughter, apparently finding her accusation amusing. The deep sound filled the air with echoing waves, causing the satin to roll and vibrate beneath her. Rhea struggled to keep from being unseated by the undulating waves.

“No, Rhea. I didn’t take your blood. And I’m not a vampire. At least, not in the sense you think.”

The clouds began to thicken a few feet before her. Then the satiny ground weighed down, as though someone were walking toward her. Rhea hurriedly got to her feet and backed away.

“Then, what are you?” she demanded, throwing out her arms for balance as another wave threatened to tumble her over. “And what did you take?”

The bouncing stopped, his approach momentarily halted. “I am…the Guardian of the Stairway to—”

“I know that!” Rhea felt on the verge of hysterics. His mind games were driving her crazy! “But you took something from me. I feel it.

What was it?” She was nearly screaming.

“Your essence, Rhea. I took your essence.”

The satin sunk down a few feet away, then bulged upward, as though he’d just jumped into the air. Rhea let out a shriek of distress as the residual wave threw her backward. But she didn’t fall as expected.

“Why?” Rhea cried, as she felt his arms encircle her from behind.

“What do you want with it?”

He held her effortlessly above the shifting satin before gently placing her feet down. But even though she now stood safely on the surface, he didn’t let go.

“I am bound to my duty as Guardian. And I can only gain freedom through the essence of another. So in exchange for my services, you shall give me a doorway to the living.”

Rhea’s insides turned to ice. “No…please. I don’t want to—”

“Shhh… I am not the monster you think me to be, Rhea.”

His arms tightened around her, hugging her even closer. Rhea looked down to where she knew his limbs encircled her. But a band of smoke speckled with glitter was the only visible indication to his presence.

“You will see me, when next we meet, Rhea. But you must not tell anyone about the stairway. Do you understand? When you find it, you must not tell. Very few are allowed to see it. And I am offering it to you. Do you know where the stairway leads, Rhea?”

Rhea shook her head, overwhelmed with all he was telling her. She didn’t understand what he meant by a "doorway to the living." And she wasn’t sure she wanted to, either.

“Whoever ascends the stairway shall find their own personal Heaven.” His voice caressed her earlobe.

“And what part…do…you…play?” The question came out in choked gasps as she felt his mouth move along the curve of her neck.

“Why, I’m the…tour guide.”

Although she couldn’t see his face, or any part of him for that matter, Rhea could sense he was smiling. Before she could respond, he swept her into his arms, then carefully laid her back down on the pile of downy pillows.

Rhea held her breath when she felt him drop down beside her.

There were so many questions she wanted to ask. Clarifications that needed to be made. Her mind demanded she not fall prey to this…Guardian. Yet, her body seemed inexplicably drawn to him.

His fingertips stroked along her jaw line, then moved down to her collarbone. When his palm closed over one of her breasts, Rhea’s calm gave way. She sat up and scooted a few feet away.

“I have to know some things first.”

“Ask,” came his reply.

She could just make out his form, lying casually across the pillows—if one could consider a thick mound of sparkling mist a form.

Rhea instantly thought of the man she’d seen earlier on the trail. Was that what her mind wanted her to see? Was that what she desired?

“Yes,” he answered, even though she hadn’t asked him anything at all.

“Stop that!” she snapped, feeling rather than hearing the return of the buzzing she’d felt before.

“Stop what?” he asked innocently.

Rhea huffed with annoyance. “Stop reading my mind.”

He chuckled. “As you wish, my love. As you wish.”

“What do you mean by ‘I’ll be your doorway to the living?’ Juanita said she only went to you once. It’s…not going to be the same for me.

Is it?” The last words were more a declaration than a question, for Rhea already sensed the answer.

“It was different for Juanita. She happened upon the stairwell, I fulfilled her need, then set her free.”

Rhea felt a jolt to her insides. “You’re not going to set me free, are you?”

The sparkling mist seemed to thicken, the glitters intensified. “Will you want to be freed?”

“Stop talking in riddles! How am I supposed to know what I’ll want? I don’t know what the price is.”

“There is no price, Rhea. Only a mutual agreement.” His form sat up.

Rhea crossed her arms over her chest. “Which is?”

“No matter where you are, I can be with you, if I want—walk among the living in human form, dine at an expensive restaurant, dance on the veranda, live as I so yearn to live.”

“And what do I get in return?” she asked, hating the question even as it left her lips.

She’d never cared about getting her share of anything. In reality, she’d always been the one to give, and the one who ended up being used. A picture of Steve flashed through her mind.

“The thing you need most, a loyal companion, a giving lover, a…”

He hesitated, as though not sure he should say the next word.

“A what?” Rhea asked, although she felt an intuitive sense of unease. His arms encircled her from behind once again. But this time, the action was strangely inviting. Before logic could kick in and remind her to be rational, she leaned back against him.

“A husband.”
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Thursday, April 5, 2012

An Interview with Linda Andrews

About the author…

Please join me in welcoming Linda Andrews as she shares with us some information about her writing, her influences, and her distractions.

Be sure to check out her excerpt for her book, Blue Maneuver, right after the interview.

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal."

All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house?

If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at lindaandrews at lindaandrews dot net She’d love to hear from you.

1) How long have you been writing?

I've always written but never actually pursued it for money until 1997. What got you in to writing? Sadly, it was boredom. Being seen reading a novel at work could have gotten me fired, but seeing me scribbling on a legal pad would look like I was working.

2) What was your first published book?

My first published book was Ghost of a Chance. It won 3rd prize in the PRISM contest which for a newbie writer was fantastic.

3) What or Who has influenced your writing?

My critique partners influence my writing a great deal. Which isn't always a good thing and as a consequence, I ended up dropping one group. I also can't read fiction while I'm writing as i notice I began to mimic the author's voice.

4) Where do you get your ideas?

Everywhere. I can actually come up with a story about a pen. Such fun reading, NOT! I write down all my ideas but until the characters come to me, I don't write the story.

5) What hinders your writing?

Emotional upheaval completely destroy any chance I have at writing. I tried writing a romance when I was angry and my critique partners wanted to know what was causing the difficulties in my marriage as the story didn't give them the warm and fuzzy feelings. Oddly enough those emotions work well for my apocalyptic books.


Book Title: Blue Maneuver

Genre: Urban Sci Fi/Fantasy

Publisher: Land Na Publishing

Purchase:
Format: ebook

Blurb:
The extraterrestrials have landed and they're human. Rae Hemplewhite didn't believe in aliens until a close encounter without-of-this-world technology drags her into the extraterrestrial security program. Helping alien refugees adjust to life on Earth is difficult enough, but her first clients have a price on their heads. Plus, her new partner seems torn between the urge to kiss her or kill her. And that's the good news. The bad news: Alliances are forming in deep space. If Rae doesn't keep her witnesses alive long enough to transfer their top secret information to the right faction of humanity, Earth will become a battlefield.

Excerpt: G
My attention wandered outside. I blinked. Holy Toledo! This wasn't a little gray man. This was… My brain grasped for definitions. This was a clear man shape partially filled with green corn syrupy liquid and two floating black cubes.

"Ah, I was beginning to think my c-link was on the blink." The green goo surged up the empty torso to fill the throat and bubbled into the jawline. One black cube bobbed on the surface like a loose eyeball, while the other sunk to its right thigh. "This pollution does play havoc with our electronics."

I stared at him. Or it. A scream lodged in my throat and faded to a gargle. What the—?
How in the—?

"I take it you're Ted's replacement?"

The green goo expanded into every limb and his head. The human form had now had a pearlescent sheen. Butt hose black cubes hovered one in each shoulder. "Not too bad on the eyes as far as skin bags on this planet go.

"Oh my God! I really was seeing a green man! Of course, it was almost six foot tall and not little but…

A voice drifted on the rising heat. The condo association president rushed along the cement pathway behind the green man. Her heels tapped out her impatience. She glanced my way and raised her hand before dashing along as fast as her pencil skirt would allow.

I raised my hand in acknowledgement. Had she seen my unusual visitor? No, she hadn't even slowed. That could mean only one thing. The delusions had already started.

"You are the new steward, aren't you?"

The big, green man raised his arm. A Smartphone appeared in his hand and he aimed it in my direction. The goo drained out of his other arm and pooled into his legs, leaving a clear form that hung loosely at his side. The screen had a large arrow pointed at me and the app clicked faster as he shoved the phone in my direction.

I slammed the door shut and leaned against it for good measure. Squeezing my eyes closed, I tried to purge the image. No. No. NO! I had not just seen what I thought I had. No way. Nu-uh. I wanted the standard alien delusions of gray men with buggy black eyes. If I had to go crazy, I wanted company in the land of the loons.

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Monday, April 2, 2012

An Interview with James Hutchings

Please Join me in welcoming James Hutchings as he shares some insight into his publishing journey, as well as some good advise for prospective authors.

Be sure to check out his excerpts from his book The New Death and others.

1) Links to website and list of books with purchase links. 

New Death and Others
2) How long have you been writing? What got you in to writing?

I did a Bachelor of Arts majoring in creative writing and media, but I didn't do anything with it after graduating. Years later I created a fantasy city called Teleleli or Telelee as a background for role-playing games like Dungeons & Dragons. Once I finished I realised there wasn't any demand for it. My ex suggested I write stories instead, and that's how I got started.

3) What was your first published book? Looking back, is there anything you’d change about it?

The New Death and others is the first full-length book that I'm charging money for.

4) What or Who has influenced your writing? 

JRR Tolkien and Jack Vance for the elaborate dialogue. Robert E Howard for the general atmosphere. Terry Pratchett for the humour. and Lord Dunsany for the use of Fame, Time and so on as characters.

5) Where do you get your ideas?

Some ideas just pop into my head, without me knowing where the idea comes from. Other ideas come from experiences in my life. For example a while ago I found three injured birds in the space of a few weeks. I took all of them to the local vet. As I was carrying one of them, I thought that the woman at reception might wonder where I was finding all these injured birds, and that was the inspiration for my story 'Lost, Feral or Stray'. I've written a lot about cats, based on having been a cat owner. But I'm a lot more cynical about them than some cat-lovers. One reviewer said he couldn't work out whether I loved cats or hated them. Of course other fiction is a big inspiration. In some cases it's obvious. I've done poems directly based on stories by HP Lovecraft and other writers for example. In other cases it's more subtle: for example the city of Teleleli or Telelee is partly based on Fritz Leiber's Lankhmar, partly on Terry Pratchett's Ankh-Morpork, and partly on Port Blacksand in the Fighting Fantasy series. the dialogue in Lord of the Rings had a big influence on how my characters talk.

6) What hinders your writing? (distractions? noise?)

Not much, other than having other work to do.

7) What genre are you most comfortable with? What would you like to explore?

Fantasy. The main thing I'm working on right now is a poem set in the old West, called 'Confession of a Bounty Hunter'.

8) Are you a by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of writer, or do you have to use an outline to put your collective thoughts into some semblance of common sense?

Most of my stories and poems are fairly short, so I don't need to write a plot outline. However I've been encouraged to write a novel set in the fantasy city of Telelee, which is the setting of a few of the stories in 'The New Death and others'. When I start on that I'll do a plot outline first.

9) Which of your books is your favorite? Why?

There's only one book, so I guess that's my favourite. I think my favourite story is probably 'The New Death and others'.

10) Do you incorporate some of yourself into your characters? Personality traits? Likes? Dislikes?

Probably, but I don't do it deliberately.

11) What do you think is the perfect hero/heroine? Why?

I tend to think of plot ideas and work the characters around that, rather than the other way round. 

12) What is your latest release? Please share the blurb and purchase info with us.

The New Death and others
Blurb:
Death gets a roommate...

An electronic Pope faces a difficult theological question...

A wicked vizier makes a terrible bargain...

44 stories. 19 poems. No sparkly vampires. There's a thin line between genius and insanity, and James Hutchings has just crossed it - but from which direction?

Available from:
13) What do you have in the works?

Apart from 'Confessions of a Bounty Hunter' and the Telelelee novel which I mentioned above, I'm working on a verse version of 'A Princess of Mars'. This is a science fiction adventure story, now in the public domain, written by Edgar Rice Burroughs, who's more famous for Tarzan. Disney is also doing a movie of it, called 'John Carter', but that's not why I chose it. I generally work on several things at the same time, so I'm also in the middle of a shorter poem.

14) Do you have any suggestions/comments for prospective authors?

Nowadays anyone can self-publish. If you can make a Word document, you can have an ebook on Smashwords or Amazon. However that means that if your work is no good, no one's going to stop you. I'd recommend that people get onto Critique Circle and/or Scribophile, put their work up, and listen to what people tell you. Don't 'defend' your work against people's 'attacks'. They aren't attacks, they're helping you. I've found that the people who defend their work have a strong tendency to have the worst writing, I suppose because they're not making the changes they need to make.

My next point doesn't matter if you're going to self-publish, but it is important if you want to be published by a regular publisher, or if you want to submit stories to magazines. Most places won't publish work that's already been published. And most places count putting a story on the internet as publishing it. In my opinion that's silly, but that's what they do. Scribophile and Critique Circle are exceptions, because google doesn't index them and you can't see any stories without logging on. However there are writing group websites out there where, if you put a story on the site, that counts as the story being published. That seems like a really terrible way to set things up, but they're out there.

I'd also say that getting a book out isn't the final step. It's just the start of the work of self-promotion. This is true even if you're not self-publishing: I'm told that authors are expected to pretty much arrange their own book signings and so on (if you just want to have a book out to show family and friends then this doesn't matter, of course).

There are a lot of sharks out there, who make their money from authors and not from readers. They will make all sorts of promises about how they're going to promote you and help you, but these are lies. Authors do not pay publishers, ever, and if they're asking you to pay then it's a scam. Of course if you're self-publishing you might end up paying someone to design a cover for you, or you might pay for internet advertising, but those are different things. You might also pay a printer to print your books if you want to get physical books rather than ebooks - but in this age of the kindle and print-on-demand I don't know why you'd want to. Preditors and Editors is a good website to look at, and you can get good advice at the forums of Critique Circle.

Finally, I'd suggest learning to touch-type if you can't already. You're going to be doing a lot of typing, and every hour you spend getting faster at typing will save you ten in the long run.

Author Name: James Hutchings

Book Title: The New Death and others

Genre: Fantasy

Publisher: self-published

Purchase:
Format: ebook

Excerpt: G rated

THE GOD OF THE POOR
In the beginning of the world the gods considered all those things which did not have their own gods, to decide who would have responsibility and rulership.

"I will rule all flowers that are sky-blue in colour," said the Sky-Father."I will listen to the prayers of migratory birds, and you all other birds," the goddess Travel said to him. And so it went.

At last all had been divided, save for one thing."Who," asked the Sky-Father, "shall have dominion over the poor?"

There was an awkward silence, until the Sky-Father said,"Come - someone must. Those with no gods will grow restless and cunning, and in time will cast us down, and we shall be gods no more."

"Not I," said blind Justice, and her stony face flashed a momentary smirk at the thought.

"Why not Fame or Fortune?""Darling I don't think so," said the sister goddesses together.

There was a long pause. The gods shuffled their feet and avoided one another's gaze. At last a voice broke the silence.

"I will," said Death. 

IF MY LIFE WAS EVER FILMED
If my life was filmed, it would
go straight to DVD
and someone who was famous once
would have the role of me
and if five stars meant 'excellent'
you'd give it two or three
and most of those who rented it
would watch ironically.

Years later they would track me down
and do an interview.
They'd say "I heard you died," and I'd
say "Yeah, I heard that too."
"Is any of it fictional?"
"Perhaps a scene or two.
There weren't as many ninjas, but
the rest is mostly true."