As you likely already know, I'm a sucker for character interviews! I love how creative authors can continue to be with their characters and almost always want to read the book immediately after "meeting" the MC. Today you get to hang out with Hannibal Jones from Subtle Felonies, a mystery/thriller by Austin S. Camacho. You can also get a sneak peek inside with an excerpt from the book! Be sure to also check out the rest of the tour and enter the great giveaway!
Today I have the honor of introducing to you the author Ross Victory and his horror/sci-fi novel Grandpa's Cabin. Not only are you getting an excerpt, but also an interview with the character of Magenta Kim! I love character interviews! Please enjoy and download your own copy of the book before following the rest of the tour. Best of luck in the giveaway!
I love character interviews! Today author TammyJo Eckhart is interviewing Lord Enki from her book Day Unto Night. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. There's also an excerpt to read before you download your copy. Remember to let the author know what you think as you follow the tour for even more AND ask Lord Enki your own questions. Best of luck in the giveaway!
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I remember running.
I ran between their bodies as they did things to her that I didn’t even have words for. I ran over the cold stone floor, slipping on the cooling sticky substance that dripped from my mother’s still body. I ran over the door and my brother’s cold mass trying to block it. I ran over the earth and grass, matted from my father’s slaughter.
I remember running.
I ran until I fell into the Great Water, what you call the Euphrates, but we only called Puranum, and was carried until I could grasp a branch with my hands, tearing at it until my blood also covered the ground as I pulled myself up.
I remember my pain.
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I love it when we get to know characters better outside of their stories! Today we get to meet Chloe from Warwick's Mermaid by Ellie Gray in this character interview. We also get to take a sneak peek inside with an excerpt. Leave more questions in the comments section and then follow the tour for more! Best of luck entering the giveaway!
Luke paused in the doorway, a glass of lemonade in each hand, and a bottle of mineral water tucked under his arm. Chloe was already sitting at a table under the shady canopy of an old tree, its branches providing welcome relief from the relentless heat of the sun. Underneath the table, Jasper was panting hard as she, too, struggled with the heat. Unaware of his gaze, Chloe reached into her bag and pulled out the bubble bath, flicking open the lid and raising it to her nose to breathe in the fragrance. Judging by her smile it was obviously not that bad, and he felt an unfamiliar lurch in his stomach. She was unlike anyone he’d spent time with before. There was a gentle innocence, a goodness about her and, despite his better judgement, he wanted to get to know her better. As he made his way across the courtyard, she bent forward to drop the bottle into her bag. A further smile playing across her lips as she withdrew a small piece of pale green rock and slipped it into her mouth.
“Are you hungry?”
She jumped slightly and looked up. “No, no…it’s a piece of rock.” After a brief hesitation, she reached once more into her bag to withdraw the white paper bag. “Would you like one?”
He set the glasses on the table and retrieved a small plastic container from underneath the table, filling it with the bottled water for Jasper, and smiling in amusement as he did so. “Offered with such enthusiasm! I take it you’re rather partial to…what is it, anyway?” He peered into the bag.
“Edinburgh rock. Have you ever tried it?”
“Can’t say I have.” He shook his head. “Thanks for the offer, but no, I’m not really a sweet sort of a guy.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” She teased. “I can imagine there are some people who might think you’re sweet.”
If you have followed my book bogs at all, you should know by now that one of my favorite things is character interviews. So I have a treat for you today! Beth M. Caruso is here with a conversation with Marie de Trieux, the heroine from her book The Salty Rose. You'll also be able to read an excerpt before you download your own copy. Be sure to follow the tour and leave your questions and comments along the way. Best of luck in the giveaway!
I'm not usually a fan of historical fiction, but I was drawn to this novel and had to read it. Why? I explain more in my book review. You'll also get to read an excerpt, plus an interview between the youngest narrator, Nellie, and author Charlotte. Let Charlotte know what you think in the comments section as you follow the tour for more. And best of luck entering the giveaway!
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When I got home from high school today, Jeepers, I knew immediately that something wasn’t right. Aunt Hazel and Ma were sitting out by the milk house on a couple of turned-over pails, and Irene and Nellie were sitting on the ground close by. All of them were looking towards the lane that goes down to the two meadows and onto the woods and crick. The county sheriff’s car sat empty near the silo. No one was talking.
Worried, I raced across the yard. Could Pa have gotten hurt? As I ran toward Ma I looked over at the west field and saw Ace and King hitched up to the wagon piled with brush. Rover was sleeping near the wagon.
It looked like Pa had finished about half of the field, but he was nowhere in sight. Pa never leaves the horses hitched up when he isn’t working. When he comes up for noontime dinner he always puts them in the barnyard so they can rest, too. Naturally, I panicked.
When Ma saw me running over she jumped up and walked over to me, a strange look on her face.
“Is Pa all right?” I blurted out.
“Yes, yes,” Ma answered. “He and Elmer are down in the woods with Sheriff Devlon.” Nellie pushed me aside and threw her arms around Ma’s legs.
“Nellie thinks there’s a dead baby in the woods,” Irene piped up, all knowingly. “The Sheriff’s gone with them to look at it. Who in their right mind would bury a baby in that woods? Nellie musta gotten it all mixed up.”
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**My thoughts**
I don't usually read historical fiction. But I was drawn to this book. My mother grew up on a farm in Michigan, actually not dreadfully far from where this story takes place. She was born a few years after this story takes place, so a lot of the activities that the girls describe sound familiar to me after listening to her stories. She even attended a one-room schoolhouse until she went to high school. I still go back to visit that family farm on occasion, as I still have family there, and I felt like I could picture a lot happening right there.
My paternal grandmother was actually in a suburb of Toledo, mentioned a few times in the story. (For those who don't know, Toledo sits in Ohio on the Michigan-Ohio line.) And while she was in a merchant family and not a farm, she often told me many stories about the Great Depression. So I ended up having a bit of a familial connection to this story. (Plus there are some familiar situations in the epilogue.)
The author specifically mentions trying to keep true to the vernacular of the Michigan farmer. Each of the girls telling the story has her own cadence and vocabulary, and yet again, that is all familiar, down to both of my parents talking about playing in the crick when they were kids.
Now, we didn't have any family lore about the body of an infant being discovered in the woods near the farm. This story revolves around young Nellie's discovery and the fallout and mystery surrounding the baby's identity. In fact, the young girls form a special Sisters Club where they regularly meet and discuss the results of any sleuthing that they have done.
At first, it could seem tedious to have the different parts of the story told three times in three different ways. But that's a important part of the story itself. Each of the girls has a different interpretation of everything that unfolds in the story. My sister and I often talk about how interesting it is that the two of us had the same upbringing and yet interpret our shared memories differently. That's a huge part of what is going on here. And the only way to put together a clearer picture is to fit together these three pieces.
It's also a great historical lesson about how tough times were during the Great Depression. This story felt more real to me than a lot of other stories I have read from this time period.
I really enjoyed this story and unexpected connection to my past. The slow rolling mystery and farm life just fascinated me. Thank you to the author and Goddess Fish Promotions for providing me with a requested review copy. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
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Howdy do, I’m Nellie, the youngest girl in Ms. Charlotte’s book THREADS. Today I’m gonna be interviewing her about her writing and why she created me in that book. First, a little ‘bout me. I’m seven-years-old and it’s 1934 and I live with Ma and Pa, my sister Flora (17) and my sister Irene (11) on a farm near Marshall, in a place called Michigan. We’re having “hard times” and I’ve never had a new dress; I always wear hand-me-downs. I go barefoot all summer and most of the time I love it unless I step on a frog or into a cow pie.
I felt like shit for having to hire a private investigator, especially one who was most likely insane. Still, I couldn’t deny that his type of crazy got results. Reluctantly I handed over an envelope to the man sitting on the sun-bleached bench.
He opened it. Satisfied with my offering, he slid it into his jacket. “Ah, Watson,” he said. “Good to see you again.”
I shook my head and dropped onto the bench next to him. “My name is Jacobs. Caleb Jacobs,” I said, hoping the reminder might stick this time.
He turned to me. “Did you say something?”
I sighed. “No, Holmes.”
If I wasn’t desperate for his help, I’d strangle him. Of course my superiors at the Philadelphia Homicide Unit wouldn’t appreciate that. But I wondered if a cop hiring a private investigator was any worse of a violation. I needed Lawrence Holmes for his connections and unique viewpoint, things my PHU colleagues couldn’t provide. He might not be the fictional character he played at, but he was a talented PI.
