Monday, October 31, 2011
Jianne Carlo signing on for this hallow eve’s blog. I write all genres for a variety of publishers including, Loose-Id, Etopia Press, and Passion in Print. Fear, horror, pumpkins, costumes, kids – all adjectives you can apply to Halloween. Yet, the overwhelming image associated with the holiday is fear.
What scares you?
It’s my theory that what scares a person starts with two basics, your personality and your early childhood. Many would argue much more makes up fear, your religion, your ‘first experiences’ and your journey through life. Agreed.
There are two things in life that scare me – lightning and dentists.
When I was a little girl growing up in Trinidad, I was a total tomboy (still am), and I loved wild things, storms in particular. My mother hated storms and would lock me and my three brothers in the house until the worst was over. But, my room overlooked an orange grove and there was a back window I could easily climb out of.
I have no memory of this incident, just what was related to me many, many, times later (I was five at the time). Apparently, during a violent thunder and lightning storm, I stole out the window and shimmied up a limb tree (another favorite part time I enjoy to this day – ascending trees). Lightning struck the tree and broke it in half. My mom did a regular count during storms, found me missing, and they eventually discovered me unconscious to the side of the felled tree. I’ve been known to hide in closets during storms, with my three boys.
Dentists. Sigh. During my college days, every summer home I had to see the dentist, a close family friend. I went for a regular check up – no cavities. During the cleaning and polishing the dentist somehow managed to cut my tongue. I had to have four stitches. You’ve no idea how big a tongue can swell. Of course, the only worry I had was – would I still be able to kiss? (come on, I was in college, it was a credible worry). BTW, the dentist sent a bill!
Imagine my abject terror not two weeks ago – regularly scheduled checkup at the dentist during which a fierce thunderstorm broke out. It happened in the middle of a cavity replacement. I swear they had to mop the chair afterwards I sweated so much. I had nightmares for eleven nights straight.
But when I write thrillers, it’s the mental scare that I love to explore. Here’s a scene from White Wolf, a contemporary paranormal.
White Wolf blurb:
“I’m counting to ten and then I’ll start shooting,” Sheriff Gray White balanced a rifle on one shoulder and held a spotlight at eye level effectively blinding the perp.
“My name’s Sorcha McFadden, officer, and as you can see I’ve been skinny dipping,” his very naked, very sexy perp announced.
Stunned, White Wolf Gray can’t reconcile the nude, auburn-haired nymph, Sorcha, with his little sister’s childhood best friend. Especially when fate and his own body decree her his mate.
At thirteen, Sorcha watched Gray screwing Tonya Hazzard, the captain of the cheerleading team, from her perch in the hayloft. The image of his pumping hips invaded Sorcha's every fantasy, propelled her every climax from that day forward.
They're destined for each other, except... Sorcha doesn't believe in the supernatural, but her life—as well as the answers to the mystery surrounding her parents' murder-suicide fifteen years—earlier depend on it.
Gray's the only thing standing between her and certain death, but her grandmother's last message was "Trust no one."
Does that include Gray?
Man, small towns had become microcosms of big cities. Honestly, the news in Twisp reflected Chicago's on a bad night. Sorcha switched stations and discovered that after the news on a Saturday night in Twisp, the choice of programming varied between God and paid infomercials.
Surrendering, she grabbed a magazine, headed to the bed, and slipped under the covers. White settled on the daybed in the sunroom, doing a few of those loud Snoopy yawns she loved.
Sorcha listened to branches scraping the roof, a few unexplained squeaks, and the wind knocking something on the porch. In Chicago, the hum of ever-present traffic masked scary noises at night.
She'd read the same paragraph three times and had about decided to turn off the lights when she heard a weird noise like a child moaning. White woofed, and she heard his toenails click against the sunroom's tiled floor.
“Come here, boy,” she whispered and patted the bed. The Lab ignored her command and went straight to the front door, tail and ears stiff. In the glow from the lamp in the living room, she saw the dog's hackles rise. He growled, baring his canines. The sound came again, closer this time, and goose bumps rose from wrists to nape, making her cold all over. She hugged her arms.
What was that?
White barked and scratched at the door.
She lived in Twisp now, population: 935. Nothing happened in Twisp. Oh yeah right, only wolves and mate-locking and a man whose eyes turned yellow and glowed after he climaxed.
A yelping cry that mimicked a child in pain shattered the silence. She jumped because the sound came from behind her, from outside the window at the head of the bed.
White leaped onto the mattress, barking up a fury.
A loud crack.
She twisted this way and that, trying to pinpoint the source of the explosive sound.
On the front porch?
Could someone have broken one of the sliding glass doors?
Be coming into the cabin?
Sorcha held her breath.
Her temples throbbed.
Fear strangled her ricocheting thoughts.
Please let it be Gray.
Footsteps coming her way.
She thought she heard the clack of shoes on the wooden floors. Her fingers curled around White's collar.
Her brain screamed, Run, run, run.
Her legs wouldn't move, as if someone had cemented her feet to the floor.
Gravel crunched as a car rolled down the driveway.
Finally, Sorcha's legs obeyed her brain and she ran into the bathroom, dragging White with her. The door had one of those button locks, and she knew it wouldn't stop whoever prowled through the house. She opened the cabinet above the sink and studied the shelves. Toothpaste, her razor, shampoo—She could spray shampoo in the intruder's eyes. Sorcha grabbed the razor and flicked off the safety cap.
Happy Halloween everyone,
Here’s what had to say about White Wolf:
Let me start out by saying WOW!! I loved this book!! White Wolf has something for everybody: mystery, intrigue, betrayal, romance, and some HOT lovin'. I couldn't put it down, reading late into the night even though I had to get up and go to work the next morning. Each character adds something to the story, even the animals. Ms. Carlo gives you subtle clues throughout the book about the 'villain,' but it was well toward the end before I put all the clues together. Then she goes and throws a few twists in the mix. This was my first experience reading Ms. Carlo's work, but I can assure you it won't be the last. White Wolf is definitely a book that I would recommend. It's fast paced, so hang on and enjoy the ride!!
Title: White Wolf
Genre: Erotic, paranormal, multicultural, contemporary suspense: m/f
Word Count: 73,771
Happy Halloween to all! What a treat to be here at TRS for Halloween. I'm Stephanie Burkhart and I'm addicted to coffee, chocolate, and writing paranormal romance with werewolves.
Writers in the romance genre have taken the paranormal creatures that Halloween has inspired and used them to expand the genre of paranormal romance. I'd like to think Anne Rice's "Interview with the Vampire," really made the genre exciting and helped to invigorate it. Also, Bram Stoker's, "Dracula," and the various film interpretations made in the 20th Century have also painted creatures of the night in a more romantic light.
So what is the attraction of paranormal romance? Is it a fatal attraction between the main characters? Is it the age old theme that a "good" girl can make a "bad" boy change? Where do these creatures come from?
Over 2000 years ago, the Celts were in firm control of Ireland. The start of their New Year usually fell on 1 NOV because that was the time their harvest ended and winter started. The Celts believed that on the night before their New Year, the boundary between the dead and living worlds grew very weak and creatures of the night returned to Earth wreaking havoc. They called his night Samhain. To scare away the dead, the Celts lit bonfires and wore costumes. Vampires, werewolves, zombies, ghosts, and witches became known as creatures of the dead and every culture has their own unique stories.
Fast forward to the late 1700's when author Ann Radcliffe wrote six gothic novels. Her novels had dark castles, a brooding hero, and a heroine in distress. There were secret passages, trap doors and mysterious rooms in her stories. Supernatural events are implied, but a natural reason is given. Omens and prophecies heightened the mystery and suspense.
Paranormal goes one step beyond the gothic, involving the creatures of the night and offer supernatural reasons for events. It's the allure of the unknown, the thrill of the fantastic that hooks us into the paranormal. A vampire's bite takes the kiss one step further, invading the body in a sensual, intimate way. Eyes are the windows of the soul, revealing a werewolf's true heart.
My latest release is "Danube In Candlelight," Book 3 in the Budapest Moon series. How would you feel if you discovered your father was a werewolf? Would you embrace the feral nature of the wolf or deny your father's legacy?
BLURB FOR DANUBE IN CANDLELIGHT:
Morgan Duma has always known she's different. Her eyes have unusual gold rings around her irises, a trait she's inherited from her father. She's faster and stronger than most. Her endurance and stamina allow her to complete tasks in a quick and efficient fashion. Since she was a little girl, she knew there was only one man for her – Adam Varga.
Morgan learned to dance in Adam's arms. They grew up playing the piano together. Adam's calm, soothing presence was the perfect complement to her restless soul. Not only that, he shared her differences down to his feral eyes.
Enter Zoltan Kristos, Hungary's Minister of Reconstruction. He shares those same golden eyes that Morgan possesses. After Zoltan carries her mother's injured body out of a blazing fire, Morgan's life takes a turn she doesn't expect. Morgan discovers the reasons for her differences, and questions her very identity. Is Adam strong enough to be the man she needs him to be?
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"Turn around." Adam's voice brooked no debate. She liked a man who commanded authority. Morgan turned, and he massaged both her shoulders. Heat from his hands trailed down her back. Her core warmed. Her body relaxed, reacting instinctively and with a desire she couldn't hide.
"Did I hit a nerve?" he asked.
"A nerve? In my neck?" She took a step backward to be closer to him.
"No. About your father. Is your real fear about what will happen to your mother once he turns her?" Adam kept his voice low and leaned close to her ear.
She closed her eyes briefly and faced her anxiety. "Yes."
"Morgan, our fathers' condition has a host of positive traits -- heightened senses, for example, but the best trait is the healing factor."
"I understand, Adam. That healing factor will help my mother recover from her awful injuries, but it comes with a tradeoff -- she's going to become a werewolf."
"Is it better she become addicted to morphine? That addiction is a beast in itself. Which would you prefer she'd become? The soldiers hooked on morphine have vacant eyes, and their hands tremble for their next fix. Do you want that for your mother? Fighting something she can't win against, or do you want her dealing with a manageable condition? Both our fathers are good men. They've managed it."
Morgan pursed her lips. Adam's tone was laced in objectivity and confidence, offering her a plausible reason for her father's actions. Morgan didn't want a shell of skin and bones that resembled her mother -- she wanted her mother well, both emotionally and physically. Why had she been so selfish not to see that?
"It doesn't bother you that you have these traits?"
"I'm comfortable with who I am."
Morgan spun around, pressing the length of her body against Adam, curving her hand around the nape of his neck, and bringing his lips to hers. Their mouths met in a searing kiss full of desire. Want. Warmth. Pleasure replaced Morgan's emotional pain, and she deepened the kiss between them by sweeping her tongue into his mouth.
Adam groaned, wrapped his hands around her waist, and tugged her closer. Morgan continued the kiss, nipping his lower lip with her teeth. A blast of heat from his body washed over her like an ocean wave, sending pleasure spiraling through her. God, she had never felt so wonderful.
He threaded his hand through her hair and then yanked her head back. His mouth fell to her neck. Shivers of delight followed the hard, demanding kisses he placed on her skin.
"Adam, God, don't stop..."
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GIVEAWAY: Leave a comment on what attracts you to paranormal romance and I'll pick one lucky winner to receive a PDF ARC of "Danube in Candlelight," a panera gift card, a stuffed clothed decorative autumn pumpkin and chocolate. Happy Halloween!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Get ready for my Love Covenant series from Evernight Publishing...
The first three books are already out and available wherever romance is sold. Love Tattoo was the debut novel and follows Texas gal singer Cara Riley as she heads off to Nashville for one last shot at a singing career. Instead, a chance encounter and unexpected kiss changes her plans - forever. She crawls Beale Street with sexy Will Brennan and before long, she's in love deeper than she's ever been. When she learns the truth, she has to decide how she wants to handle in. Their love story continues with Love Scars when their undead happily ever after is threatened by Sallie Hawkins, the English vampire who made Will centuries ago. She can't stand their happiness so she sets out to destroy them - and almost does. Love Knots follows Will and Cara as they search for the brother Will thought long dead who just happens to be another vampire.
Coming soon from Evernight Publishing in December, book four, Love Shadows follows the threat presented when an much older, more powerful vampire named Henri decides he wants Cara as his own:
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
It has been fun seeing the changes and imagining how it will be in a few more weeks. I can see the changes in my neighborhood. The leaves changing and flowers waning. In the park I took a seat and watched the families having fun. The couples strolling. For myself I read in the crisp sunshine enjoying the freshness of fall.
…. sensual, edgy, unexpected
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Conquering Jazz - What’s a woman to do when she unwittingly makes a tantalizing proposition to her best friend?
Be brazen, bold and set some ground rules. Her offer. One night of carnal bliss. No emotion allowed.
His counter offer. A continued affair to fulfill all their sexual cravings.
His hidden agenda. Conquer to make sure their affair never ends.
Buy here at Liquid Silver Book.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Today I'm posting the first chapter of the book, but I am going to be posting the first six chapters, one chapter each Saturday, at my blog so you can follow me there to get a real taste for this vampire romance - http://www.indieparanormalromancebooks.com/search/label/Heart%20of%20Darkness
Here's more information about the book and where you can buy it in ebook format. It's currently available from my site in epub, mobi, html and pdf, as well as Amazon Kindle stores, All Romance eBooks and Smashwords. Heart of Darkness will also reach the Apple iBookstore, Barnes and Noble Nook Store, Sony and Kobo stores soon.
A vampire prince on a four hundred year old mission to avenge his murdered sister...
Aleksandr Nemov won’t stop until the last of the vampire hunter’s progeny is wiped from the Earth. Each kill has stolen a piece of his humanity, pushing him towards the black abyss all vampires hold within their hearts. Now he is teetering on the edge, close to devolving into a beast, and time is running out as he tracks the last hunter to Prague. There he finds a beautiful woman who could be his one chance for salvation, but is it already too late for him?
A vampire guard who will do whatever it takes to protect those she loves...
Elise is dedicated to her duty. It’s the only thing she has left. All that changes when she meets Aleksandr in Prague and her master grants him permission to stay at her bloodline’s mansion. She knows all about Aleksandr but none of it prepares her for how she feels when the legendary prince’s hunt becomes one for her heart. Elise battles him with all of her strength but can she stop herself from falling for the handsome hunter? When he reveals the depth of the corruption in his soul, will she have the strength to face the pain in her past and do whatever it takes to save him?
Available in e-book from:
Author's website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/ebooks.php?title=Heart%20of%20Darkness
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005WK6E58/
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Aleksandr Nemov stood over the body of the vampire hunter, their blood splattered across his black shirt and saturating the leather and metal vambraces that protected his forearms. It coated his fingers and the curved dagger they gripped, and the sweet scent of it heavily tainted the crisp night air. Strong moonlight caressed his back, throwing his shadow out long in front of him, across the hunter’s corpse.
She hadn’t been strong enough to fight his kind. Too young and inexperienced to best him. It had been foolish of her to try.
Aleksandr raised his hand and swallowed at the sight of the blood glistening on his fingers. It tempted him to taste it.
He dragged his eyes away and settled them back on the female laying on the grass of the small public space, her blood warming the frozen earth. He hadn’t fought a woman in a long time and hadn’t expected to find a hunter so soon after arriving in Prague.
The fountain nearby bubbled regardless of the frigid temperature, defiant of the frost that caused the grass around it to glitter.
Aleksandr glanced at his bloodied hands again and then closed his eyes against the temptation. He took no thrill in the hunt. Yet he found no calm in its aftermath. There was only the threat of unending darkness that beat within his chest and encroached upon his soul. It bled into his eyes. He could feel the jagged points of black that speared the red. He had too much blood on his hands but he couldn’t give up now, not when he was so close to attaining his vengeance.
With great effort, Aleksandr sheathed his dagger against his left hip and wiped the blood away.
The smell of it still permeated the air, taunting and filling him with the dark urge to feast on the hunter’s remains. He refused to obey the voice within that commanded him. His kind had fought hard against it and no Nemov had turned to the darkness. They were stronger than that, and he would die before it happened to him.
“You… what are you doing here?” A light female voice shattered the darkness within him.
Aleksandr glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She stood with the fountain at her back, the cascade of water providing wings that completed the vision of beauty. Moonlight bathed her skin, turning her round eyes dark and her hair as black as the uniform she wore.
The red bled from his eyes, returning his irises to grey, and he straightened to his full height, desiring to look his best even when he looked his worst.
She brought her right hand up to reveal the blade clutched tightly in her fingers, held backwards with the blunt edge tucked against her forearm, ready to slash at him if he made a wrong move.
“I won’t ask you twice.” Her strength surprised him.
Such a beautiful creature.
Before Aleksandr could find his voice, she was gone. He turned, blocked her attack with the metal covering his left vambrace around his forearm, and attempted to disarm her. She dodged his counter-attack with ease and came around behind him. He spun and blocked her again, and this time managed to get a hand on her before she leapt backwards, out of his reach, and bared her fangs.
His heart beat harder.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Since I’m happily married for seventeen years and counting I don’t indulge in my momentary attractions but I delight in dreaming. Now I enjoy those temptations vicariously when I write love scenes. Most of my male characters are not – at least in entirely – based on any one guy but I have to fall in love, so to speak, with each one of them because my heroine does. That means that I imagined intimacy with a two hundred year old vampire (Will Brennan), a werewolf who wants to be human again (Darien Wolfe’s), smoking hot Reid Ramsey (from Love Never Fails) and stern but oh how sexy Federal Marshall Timothy Campbell (Witness Protection Program). I become someone else to enjoy pleasures with Johnny Devereaux, Howard Speakman, Guy Richter, Ben Levy, Grayson Holcomb, and Connor Donavan as I write about their heated moments with the ladies they love. Oh, and Elvis too.
My guys range from a World War I flying ace turned bootlegger, a World War II solider from Flatbush, Brooklyn, a fruit farmer and ghost, a nightclub owner, and an ATF undercover agent. I’ve got a reclusive songwriter and the King of rock and roll, all in upcoming works. And I had the delicious pleasure of fantasizing about each one of them. And, just because I’m more than a little naughty I admit I enjoyed penning the sex scenes. As anyone who writes erotic will agree, if your scenes aren’t a turn on for you, they won’t titillate the reader either.
I’ve had readers ask me if I’ve done everything my characters do and I usually take the Fifth. The truth is, sometimes I have but often I’ve just written a fantasy. Some of the places where sex happens in my book are unusual and some are just every day spots. I’ve had sex in some unexpected places on occasion but I’m not telling which scenes came out of experience and which were pure imagination.
In recent days I’ve also seen a lot of discussion about what kind of romance readers prefer – erotic or sweet. I know fans of both, some who read just one or the other. I also know readers who happily read any and all flavors. I fall into that category – I like sweet stories and I like them as hot as an August afternoon in the desert. I read M/F and M/M and just recently my first F/F. If the story rocks, I really don’t care how down and dirty the characters get. Just involve me and my emotions – I’m there.
My novels range from erotic (especially the Love Covenant series with my sexy vamp Will Brennan) to the upcoming Miss Good Samaritan (April 2012 Rebel Ink Press) in which Robin and Grayson do a lot of kissing but not the deed. I write the stories my muse feeds me and hope readers will enjoy the meal.
My two most recent releases – which by some ironic twist of fate came out back to back – both fall into what I’d call a “middle of the road” category – there’s sex and it’s good but not as much as in some of my other works. Witness Protection Program is about a federal Marshall who gets close to the witness he’s sworn to protect and breaks every rule he’s promised to uphold. It’s out from Rebel Ink Press. The other, my first time travel novel, A Time To Love from Champagne Books, features that reclusive songwriter who meets an amazing woman in the middle of a thunderstorm on a remote Arkansas mountain. She’s dressed like a Victorian maid and when she claims to be from the 1890’s, he thinks she’s crazy.
I’m excited where my career is heading and about the releases coming out. Next up will be my first ever Christmas release, Sing We Now of Christmas out December 3 from Rebel Ink Press. Jessica and her Johnny Devereaux enjoy some sensual moments but it’s a poignant love story filled with hope.
In the meantime I’m writing on the next…a World War II romance and I’m checking out all the men I see for those moments of fantasy I call inspiration!
Friday, October 21, 2011
Paranormal is an fascinating genre that has always interested me. But as a book reviewer, I've seen it all--vamps, weres, shifters, zombies--writers were already heavily writing in this genre, and writing it well. I felt that if I ever wanted to write anything for this genre, I would need to find a new idea, a fresh idea.
I am an avid collector of Victorian and Edwardian era photography. To me, there is much beauty in these amazing stills. This past spring, I found a photograph available from an online seller that completely captivated me. The size of a postcard, but printed on much thicker stock, was the image of a funeral home (I come from a long line of folks in the funeral care business). Outside, a handsome man stands proudly with his hands clasped in front of him, most likely one of the owners at the time. Although the photo is slightly faded, you can still clearly make out the reflection in the glass of a black funeral carriage tied with elaborate ribbons. The back of the photo reads in very elegant script, Week of Oct-11-1896.
Although the photo was pricey, I splurged and bought it. Little did I know at that time, I had found the inspiration for my first paranormal, a short, called Antique Charming.
When I finally held the photo in my hand, I was in love. It was then that a thought struck me. What if a very lovely woman who is just starting out in her own funeral care business, buys this particular funeral home, determined to restore it to its former glory? And what would happen if she were to receive a visit from the very handsome man in the photo who still claims to own the funeral home?
Antique Charming is available at: Books to Go Now Publishing.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
I’m excited to be here today and talk about my latest release from Ellora’s Cave, One Knight Only. This historical with paranormal elements is the story of a modern woman who goes back in time to the mid-1300s. She wakes up in bed with a hot Scottish knight.
Meet Maggie Chase. She’s a do-gooder who needs and wants to help everyone she can. She’s a student of medieval history and is researching her thesis on a famous jousting hero. She’s traveling alone through the lowlands of Scotland and winds up in a rain storm at night. The only shelter she can find is a run-down deserted castle…that happens to be haunted.
Sir Finian “Finn” McCullough has been a ghost for more than six hundred years. He is stalked by an angry faery princess, Elyne, who thinks he killed her lover on purpose during a jousting match. He finally sees a way to break the curse he’s under when Maggie steps across the threshold of his enchanted castle. He convinces Elyne to send him and Maggie back to a time before the doomed jousting tournament.
Maggie quickly learns that Finn has a gambling problem and she’s tasked with keeping him alive and out of the gambling tents if she’s to get back to her own time.
I started researching the book about the time I started writing it way back in 2005 (that’s a whole ‘nother blog post). I bought books on jousting and spent a lot of time searching specific information about jousting, tournament banquets, the Tree of Shields, where they lived during tournament, etc. I picked the mid-1300s because of some research I found that King Edward III held a tournament in England after one of his victories in France in the early years of the Hundred Years’ War. I also searched for information on speech. I found a great resource for speech of the time where I learned great phrases like, “God’s Teeth!” and the insult, “a plague-sore boil upon humanity.” I feel sure I can use that in everyday conversation today, don’t you?
One of the things I wanted to write into the book was actual jousting. So I did a lot of research on how to do it, what they wore, how they rode, etc. Then I knew I wanted my heroine to do the actual jousting. How did I pull that off? You’ll have to read the book to find out. :)
Another thing I researched was card games and dice games in the Middle Ages since I had a heroine with a gambling problem. The dice game, Hazzard, was the predecessor of today’s Craps. Playing cards were actually introduced to the Western Anglo world in the mid-1300s. The suit system that we know today (hearts, clubs, spades, diamonds) was adapted by the French in the fifteenth century and referred to as a French deck. Other regions had their own suits (e.g. Germany, Italy, Spain) which included cups, swords, coins, and batons (or sticks); others had animals, flowers, etc. For my story, I went with the familiar and used the French deck during the gambling scenes.
I hope you enjoy reading One Knight Only. It was super fun to write!
Michelle Miles writes contemporary, paranormal and fantasy romance and loves to use medieval swear words and drink ale. She believes in knights in shining armor and happily ever after. Find out more about her and her books by visiting her website at http://www.michellemiles.net/ where you can read her blog and sign up for her monthly newsletter, The Monthly Grind.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
I come from a huge Irish Catholic family, which means lots of aunts, uncles and cousins. We’re scattered across the US and several countries, but somehow, when the family gets together, they come together in a very spiritual sense. I’ve seen this time and again, through birthday celebrations and graduations. And also at funerals, which is where the spark for my debut release MOON CHILD ignited.
The deep sense of family is the basis of MOON CHILD. The enormous family rallies twice a year, during the summer and Christmas holidays, in a place called Wing Landing. When Jack Winters is adopted and plopped into the chaos of a huge family for the first time, he feels like a fish floundering for air.
And he instantly finds a dark secrets looms over his new family—a secret he’s desperate to uncover.
MOON CHILD is set in rural Pennsylvania, where I reside. The setting is taken directly from my world. From the wildlife to the seasons to the old junk cars that are left to rot in the fields. The beauty of the countryside filters into the world of my characters.
This book crosses genres. It’s paranormal fiction mixed with romance and family saga. You’re introduced to the characters as children, and watch them grow, learn and evolve into the passionate people who are driven to break a centuries-old pact. Paranormal events happen to these very real people. And as in most books, there’s always a love story.
Read on for an excerpt from MOON CHILD, now available from Whiskey Creek Press.
When eight-year-old orphan Jack spies an otherworldly girl seated in the crook of a cherry tree, he’s instantly smitten with the dark waif known as the “Moon Child.” Over time they become inseparable and the steel tendrils of tenderness take hold of Jack, especially on nights of the full moon, when she seeks sanctuary in his bunk, begging him to silence the voices she hears.
Frantic to find a way to help, he is thwarted by family at every turn. By the time he’s an adult, his determination to uncover the secret drives him to defy the family’s strict orders and he learns his childhood love has transformed into the bonedriven need to be part of her life in a brand new way.
To free her from the life she fears, he first must trust himself. Only then can he break the pact naming the woman he loves as Guardian of the Indian Six Nations, which forces her to wander the night protecting their peoples and ensuring the Montgomery family’s prosperity, but to her, means certain death.
Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmJ_Pqk0A9Q
Jack slouched on the long leather seat, wondering how he’d be punished if he puked in the big black car. The bumpy country roads didn’t help. His tummy rolled, flipped, bubbled up his throat. His cheeks flamed as the car tires hit the gravel lane, and by the time it rolled to a stop, his clothes felt sticky with sweat. He pressed his moist forehead to the tinted window and peered out at a sea of strangers and an astonishing house.
Walker—or Jack’s father, as he would now be called—flashed his sparkling movie-star smile at the boy and said, “Welcome to Wing Landing, Jack, my boy!” and then climbed into the melee.
The long black car was swarmed by relatives. One little kid with white-blond hair dangled over the top of the car door like a monkey and ogled Jack. Jack met the bright eager eyes, and the boy waggled his tongue at him. Then he vaulted down and took off running.
A hand reached inside to clasp Jack’s shoulder and draw him into the ruckus. He shrank into Hope’s—now Mother’s—side, comforted by the sweet smell of her perfume which made him think of the flowers that grew at his first foster home.
“ Everyone,” she said in a voice that sounded as soft and tinkling as wind chimes, yet the family stilled at once to hear, “this is our son, Jack. Be sure to welcome him to our family.” She bent to shoot a pointed look at a small knot of children, who nodded solemnly beneath her gaze.
He found himself passed between the hands of adults: shaking, hugging, patting, and even kissing his cheeks in welcome. After one aunt kissed him, he felt the sticky ring of her lipstick mark tightening his skin. He dug his knuckles into his cheek, trying to wipe it off. When he looked up he saw her eyes were laughing. She extracted a dainty handkerchief from her skirt pocket and dabbed away the mark.
Jack was jostled into the ancestral country house by way of a great front porch. It was wrapped in wooden shakes, a mixture of brown and gray like an old dog. He noted the comfortable give of the floorboards beneath his feet before he was swept through the double front doors. The first glimpse of the interior blurred by—light fixtures dripping raindrop crystals, the heads of boars mounted on walls, a staircase that resembled something from a castle and people…dozens and dozens of people.
The adults moved off in a massive, noisy crowd, leaving Jack alone in the grand foyer. Only he wasn’t alone. He was surrounded by children who smiled and whispered behind their hands. He wished his face wasn’t burning. He wished his stomach wasn’t churning. He wished the wooden floor would swallow him up. The return of his stomach cramps may be useful—if he bolted to the bathroom he would escape the smiling kids. He wished they’d go away.
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011
“Where words fail…music speaks.” ~ Hans Christian Andersen
Monday, October 17, 2011
This is a very basic thing. It will help you get to a certain place that lets you know life no matter the bumps in the road is there for all to enjoy
…increasing the sizzle factor
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Power of Instinct - A woman does whatever is necessary to protect the man who is hers but once he finds out he goes with his instincts and makes her his.
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Friday, October 14, 2011
Within a few months I had another novel out from Evernight, a vampire romance called Love Tattoo. By the time the sequel debuted in April, I had a series, not a stand alone novel. The third novel appeared this past summer and book four will be out in December. The Love Covenant series seems popular with readers.
You might think I'd been satisifed to sit back and just keep writing but I'm also stubborn so I kept submitting the novels I'd penned before that first acceptance. Within a short time I had contracts with other publishers too including Rebel Ink Press. My first Rebel Ink title, Love Never Fails scheduled for an August release came out in May, followed by the paperback edition in June.
During Summer 2011 - in additon to the second and third Love Covenant books (Love Scars, Love Knots) my first Champagne title came out in early July and has earned great reviews (five stars) ever since.
My short fiction has or will appear in several anthologies to add to those that already carried my byline over the past six years for a total of twenty. The new anthologies just out or coming soon include these:
Last week two of my novels debuted back to back from two publishers (which wasn't planned that way)....Witness Protection Program from Rebel Ink Press and A Time To Love from Champagne Books.
I also have my first ever Christmas release - Sing We Now of Christmas from Rebel Ink Press on December 3.
Next year I have four confirmed and contracted Rebel releases - here are the gorgeous covers. Maybe I'm biased but Rebel's own Carl J. Franklin does awesome work!
And of course what a difference a year makes....I tell new writers often to keep writing, to be patient and it can happen....because it has to me.
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
One of the hottest genres in romance these days is the paranormal romance. Readers can’t get enough of the undead and other creatures of the night. And writers as well as publishers are scrambling to keep up with the demand.
So what defines a paranormal romance? Well, it is a romance with paranormal characters and events. It follows the same rules that apply to all romances and it has the build up of the romance as the heart and main plot of the novel. The only real difference is that either one or both of the main characters often aren’t human, and the story itself can dip into darker waters plot-wise than a regular romance.
Like regular romance, paranormal romance covers the whole genre spectrum. They can be humorous, historical, futuristic, contemporary, mystery, fantasy, urban fantasy, sci-fi, gothic, and erotica—basically, if the romance is front and center, then it’s labeled a paranormal romance, regardless of the genre.
Okay, so turn on every light in the house, grab a comforting snack and brew, curl up by a roaring fire, and let’s take a ghoulishly fun look at something, tall, dark, and deadly.
Let me introduce you to...The Prince Of The Night.
For hundreds of years, he's waited for her to be return—his one true love. But can Jessie accept the love from a mysterious man called Viktor Brincoveanu who claims to have her best interests at heart.
When Prince Viktor Brincoveanu falls victim to the curse he is forced to send his beloved bride Gabrielle' away forever to save her eternal soul. When the news comes that Gabrielle' has taken her own life, her death marks the beginning of his nightmare existence as Lamia. A prince cursed to exist in the dark world of the night, forever hunted and unable to free himself of the heartbreaking memories of the one woman he loved.
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