Wednesday, July 25, 2012

'Perpetuating the Species' Book Tour - Review and Excerpt


Title: Perpetuating The Species

Author: Spencer Phelps

Genre: Humor, Contemporary Fiction

On one hand, Mike Lynch hates kids. He can’t stand how they scream all the time, poop themselves, everything. That probably comes from his father reminding Mike throughout his childhood that he was never wanted. On the other hand, that ice of indifference surrounding Mike's biological clock starts to thaw after his girlfriend gives birth to someone else’s child.

Mike believes everything has a reason for existing, including our naughty bits. He now has a desperate urge to fulfill his basic human duty by using those bits to procreate. He just doesn’t want to deal with the aftermath. To get around this self-imposed dilemma, Mike takes a  three-day weekend trip to Indiana, finds some women who are also looking to get laid, and tries to get them  pregnant. He justifies his actions by assuming the people he encounters are going to get pregnant during  one-night stands anyway. At least with his being the sperm donor, their child will be born to serve a greater  purpose: Mike’s.

When he returns to Indiana a year later to see if the scheme was a success, confronting the results of his  actions elicits more emotions than he knew he had. Now Mike has no idea how he’ll react when he discovers his child.


Book Excerpts

Excerpt 1 – Perpetuating the Species by Spencer Phelps

“Here’s where my problem comes in. If we don’t use our dangly bits to reproduce, we’re not fulfilling our roles as human beings. As we both know, I don’t want to be a father. At the same time, I want to uphold my duty as a basic human, because I believe if we don’t perform the tasks we’re given in this life, we don’t get that great reward at the end, you know? It’s like I punched in at the time clock and spent 80-some years on lunch break.”

“So you want to have kids now?” Ben asked, perplexed.

“Yes and no.”

“Oh, I know! Just put your sperm in the sperm bank. Problem solved.”

“I thought about that, but it won’t work. First, you have to be really smart and pass a bunch of physical and mental tests to even be considered. If any dude was allowed to donate, we’d have the stuff flowing in the streets. Second, there’s only a miniscule chance mine would be chosen; so if I die before I get popped into someone, then no deal,” Mike said as he ripped the lid off his Dew to get at the ice cubes.

“That’s a tough one,” Ben said. He looked around at the beautiful 80s decorations half in boredom and half in though. Suddenly, he slammed his hand down on the table, making Mike jump. “I’ve got it!”

“Got what?”

“I’ve got the answer to your dilemma so you can die a happy, fulfilled man and get this whole baby crap off your mind for good,” Ben exclaimed in confidence. He placed his elbows on the table so his hand could help illustrate his idea. “All you have to do is have a one-night stand with a chick, don’t wear a condom or poke holes in it or something and boom!”

Excerpt 2 – Perpetuating the Species by Spencer Phelps

“I was in sixth grade at the time, and the name stuck with me all through middle school,” Mike began. “I used to love the shit out of some Funyons; not gonna lie. Every chance I had, every dollar I got went towards getting me some of those delicious, onion-flavored chip rings in my mouth. My breath reeked constantly as a result, of course. Now, everybody – my friends and family – knew I loved Funyons. That wasn’t really a big deal. It was when my Dad had finally had enough of my chip binging that it became a problem. Apparently I had a really addicting personality back then. I don’t know where that energy has gone nowadays, but that’s another story.

“Anywho, going cold turkey off the Funyons like that shook me up pretty badly. It was so bad my grades even suffered.”

Mike’s story had Dana’s attention captured entirely. She thrived in hearing about other people’s pain, especially when it mimicked her own. Of course, she would never tell anyone the hurtful nickname that was given to her back in the first year of high school that never, ever went away: Reggie.

“It all came to a head this one time in November when I went to my friend Jamie’s birthday party. It was your standard little kids’ party, you know. Parents had a barbeque in the back yard, we played some silly games, cake and all that. Now out in the yard, there was a table with food on it – chips, lukewarm meat, etc. I went inside to use their bathroom just as Jamie’s mom had come in to refill some of the snack foods. I was walking through the kitchen and saw her open the chip cupboard. Inside was a family-sized bag of Funyons. I about dropped a loaf then.”

“Gross. Continue.”

My Thoughts

As I started reading this book, I greatly disliked Mike. His jokes and his banter with his buddies is definitely comical man humor. But his disinterest in his expecting girlfriend does not endear him to women. You feel a little sorry for him when the baby that comes out in the delivery room is most definitely of a different race than either of them. And then he decides that it is his God-given duty to impregnate random women as a part of his legacy.


At the same time, he is intriguing, because he obviously has some serious issues. Fear not, dear readers, Mike does go on a journey of self-discovery and moral misgivings over what he is doing. I appreciate his intuition about the character and mental state of others. I was intrigued enough to keep on reading and had a hard time putting it down. You mean someone is doing this on purpose?


There is enough comic banter between Mike and his best friend Ben to also warrant a snort or chuckle here and there. I also got a kick out of the setting, as I grew up in Ohio. Mike does redeem himself in the end.

Author Bio

A native of Marion, Ohio, Spencer Phelps was a featured opinion columnist for The Marion Star newspaper from 2008-2010. He also wrote/hosted a local late-night TV talk show called Marion Tonight in 2009 and a radio version in 2010. On top of being a writer and show host, Spencer has been a singer, songwriter, practitioner of martial arts, husband, politician, geocacher, ghost hunter, and an international fugitive at one point or another.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

'My Loving Vigil Keeping' Blog Tour and Review


Book Blurb:

Della’s giving up all the comforts of bustling Salt Lake City to teach school in a rural coal mining camp. Little does she know, she may soon be giving up her heart as well. But when tragedy strikes in the Scofield Mine, Della’s life will be changed forever. Based on true events, this thrilling new romance from award-winning and bestselling author Carla Kelly is a must-read!


My Thoughts:

Della had a rough life growing up. She grew up without a mother, as a coal miner's daughter. After her own father died, she was mistreated by relatives. In a way, her upbringing made her an even stronger person than she would have been otherwise. She has a different point-of-view on life than many other women in her situation would have. She can appreciate life on opposite ends of the spectrum, having experienced a taste of both. This endears her to everyone she meets.

Della is quirky and funny, sharing a love of life despite troubled times. Her admiration and love for her students and their families is inspiring to me as a fellow teacher. As she grows in her faith, her love of others and her love for herself, she is able to help those around her grow just as much. I think many readers can identify with her struggle at trusting God to make the right decisions when at times it doesn't feel completely right. There is also that amazing wonder at how unexpected joys pop up in the simplest ways.

Her relationship with Owen Davis is sweet. Though some aspects of their story are quite predictable, you enjoy watching them grow together.

All of the characters are likeable, even Miss Clayson, the cranky leader of the small school. Everyone has a story that explains their personality and life outlook. Characters are all very well-developed and continue to do so.

The story is somewhat based on fact. The end of the book includes an afterword that explains all of it. For me to tell you anything about the true story would be to give away important plot points and the ending of the story. You need to read it to find out what happens.

Meet the Author:

I’m a writer and a historian, author of a few novels and short stories, and mother of five children. My husband recently (last year)  retired, and we moved from North Dakota to Utah, where we have relatives. You can learn  more about Carla’s writing at carlakellyauthor.blogspot.com. And don’t forget to check out her  other books:

Reforming Lord Ragsdale
Enduring Light
Borrowed Light
In Love and War: A Collection of Love Stories



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'Black Diamond Jinn' Tour - Excerpt


Black Diamond Jinn

Have sex, avert doom, save the world.

The Mayan Doom is real. Government witch Amaia Jones has the spreadsheet to prove it.

Amaia is a desk-bound research wizard, living uncomfortably in the shadow of her famous Venus-magic parents. Then she discovers the world is ending. Tonight. But her bulldog of a boss not only refuses to believe her, he won’t give her the secret to calling the one force powerful enough to help-the jinn. Amaia turns to her mental guardian angel, Rafe, the darkly handsome presence who has comforted her since her parents died.

Rafe has a secret of his own. He’s a black diamond jinn, one of the deadliest and most powerful of his kind. He’s detected an enemy ruthlessly using blood sacrifice to stoke Y12 public panic. Rafe needs to get into the human realm to stop the Doom, but he can’t unless Amaia calls him, and she is threatened by his scorching sensuality.

Amaia’s guardian angel is a stunning jinni and suddenly her job is far more complicated. Jinn take their pound of flesh in exchange for magical help, but the only flesh Rafe wants is hers, taut with delight. Sounds great, except Venus magic is what drove a wedge between her parents.

But her alternatives are rapidly dwindling, and with four hours to go on humanity’s darkest night, the only alternative to surrendering her flesh may be surrendering her life.

Read an excerpt of the novel:

I stared up, and up, at six and a half feet of hard male.

He stood before me, fists on hips. Loose pants barely covered him, riding low on those taut hips. Nothing at all covered his granite chest, a flawless bare canvas for the flame tattoo licking one pec.

“Oh my God. You're real.”

He was the Rafe of my imagination, but sharper, leaner. Harder. Dreamy chest muscles jutted fiercely in reality; six-pack abs were hard boulders. His well-cut mouth and square jaw were honed to an almost cruel degree. His black hair, bound in a braid, cascaded over his chest, the tail teasing the dent of his navel.
Black diamond eyes gleamed with an inhuman intelligence, a brilliance that encompassed galaxies. In them blazed a will that could defy the stars and a power that could wipe out entire civilizations, and perhaps had.

Those eyes marked him as jinn.

I swallowed hard. My guardian angel was a powerful jinni--and stunning in more ways than one. Physically compelling, haloed in a beautiful, deadly magic, the reality of him raked me with feelings from joy to heart-pounding terror--and instant arousal.

I squirmed uneasily on my pillow.

His nostrils flared. “You wish to engage in Venus magic?”

“Wha…no!” Damn Dennis for starting me down that road.

I scrambled to my feet, breathing hard and not just because I'd used up my energy and my lungs were diseased. “I'm not into…I don't do sex magic. In fact, I don't usually do much magic at all! I'm a pure research wizard. My dissertation was Chants for the Betterment of Humanity.”

“I know. I helped write it, remember?” A tiny smile tilted his gorgeous lips. “'The impact of behavioral physics has a historical genesis in Gregorian chant.' A little stilted, but good for an undergrad.”

Oh shit. He was real. All those times I'd thought…all those times I'd imagined…no, they hadn't been totally innocent. He was hot, after all. “But you've always been in my head. How did you get”--I gestured a bit desperately at the physical reality of the meditation room--“here?”

One black brow cocked. “You asked me to come, remember?” I'll give up my remaining months of life. I'll call a jinni. Bring him on.

He'd beamed the thought directly into my brain. I knocked myself on the skull. “Don't do that.”

His other brow raised. “We have been speaking thus your entire adult life.”

“Yeah, but I thought you were a figment of my imagination. A technique to consider all sides of a problem.” I kept my eyes glued to his. Despite the I-see-the-universe glitter to them, they were still less unnerving than his flame-licked naked chest thanks to my Venus-fevered brain. Mental note: kick Dennis's ass.

Rafe's brows took on an arrogant arch. “I am quite real, though my native form is pure energy instead of this physical manifestation.” He took a single step closer. With his long legs, it put him right on top of me. “But this form has its advantages.” He cupped my cheek in one hand and for just a moment his gaze softened. “Your eyes are green.”

I blinked up at him, the warmth of his palm radiating on my face. “All this time you've known me, you never noticed?”

“Colors are different on the ethereal. You have a Mayan noble's features, the bronze hair and skin. I didn't expect the green of your eyes to be real.” His thumb started stroking.

Soft need cascaded down my throat and melted my bones. “I'm only a quarter Maya. My grandpa Jones was Welsh and the Fletcher side…hey! Why didn't you know this, if you've been in my mind?”

“I never invaded your mind. Most jinn are not so careful of privacy, but I simply listened to what you chose to reveal to me.”

Which meant he might not know I thought he was hot.

The corner of his mouth turned up. That, you have not kept secret.

Busted. I stepped back from his warm, stroking thumb. “All right, I called you, but you set me up. You made that fuss about having a really strong defense against the Mayan Doom.”

“I had to. Our time is limited and I couldn't come without your call.” He sauntered to the daybed, sat with animal grace, and patted the space next to him. “Our options are limited too. We must make our plans quickly.”

“You mean my options are limited.” I folded my arms and stood firmly where I was. Even if the comforter was clean, no way I was sitting on a bed anywhere near someone so big and hard and overwhelmingly male. Not while I had Venus magic on the brain. If sex magic could ruin two human lives, I could just imagine what it would do to a wizard stupid enough to bonk a jinni. “Everyone knows jinn don't give away squat for free.”

“Some jinn do.”

My arms fell. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Belief isn't necessary. Action is.” He patted the bed again. “Come, Amaia. You've been pursuing your calculations single-mindedly for days, ignoring proper food and rest, and just now expended most of your magic attempting a neutralization spell. You're tired. Sit.”

I was tired. Practicality won out over caution. I took a step toward the bed.

His black eyes flashed with triumph.

Smack me with a stupid spell. Everyone knew jinn could talk you into anything, including surrendering your life. They were the grifters of the universe. I shook my head stubbornly and levered myself against the wall. “I can talk from here. So what plans do you have in mind? The neutralization failed and you shot down my Calm spell idea.”

“Shot down…I didn't mean to.” His granite features softened. “I'm trying to be practical, like you.”

“Because it's useful? Or plain dumb?”

“Because it's human. Cute.”

My mouth fell open. I shut it with a snap. “Okay, let's be practical. Can we free enough people from this dire end-of-world shit to un-pillbug and replenish the public pool?”

“I doubt it. Fear is sucking the magic away faster than a few positive emotions can replenish it.”

“Right.” Karmic Physics for Dummies. Positive acts added energy, negative used. Yes, there are nasty people who seem to get energy from fucking up others' lives. But take heart--their negative acts drain their personal wells. One day their “luck” runs out, and sooner rather than later.

Which, parenthetically, is why the wizard's motto is Make Positive Karma.

But it did mean calming a few people wasn't going to help when so many more were afraid, and their fear was sucking it out again. “It's annoying that you're always right. Even when you were my guardian angel, it was annoying.”

“Ah.” His head tilted. “I believe this is where I say…I sympathize.”

I couldn't help a snort of laughter. “Being practical?”

“Being human. Or trying to be.” His face remained smooth granite and I couldn't tell if he was kidding or not.

Read another Excerpt:

December 21, 2012
7:45 p.m. Eastern Standard Time

“The Mayan Doom is real, Chief. I have proof!” I shoved the stack of papers under my boss's nose, spreadsheet on top. Not because I'm a dick (just the opposite, in fact--unless you counted Mervyn's opinion that my lady parts clanked when I walked) but because I was trying to save the world and Chief Wizard Arnie Wenkermann was as nearsighted as a myopic bull dog and twice as stubborn.

“Damn it, Jones!” The Chief jerked back. “Your job is to reassure the public, not fan the nonsense higher.”

His ex-drill sergeant bark nearly blew me away, but I stood firm. “It's not nonsense. The world is ending tonight. Look.” I shook the papers.

My boss clamped his eyes shut. “Numbers mean nothing to me.”

“Fine.” I pulled out a page. “See the pretty graph?”

He cracked an eye at the plummeting black arrow, squinched it shut again. “That can't be right. The adepts would've noticed it. The ones who bothered showing up for work, anyway.”

“Adepts?” I snorted. “Part-time school kids?”

“You're barely out of school yourself.” He upped my snort with a Chiefly sneer. “Class of 2012.”

“I've had six months in the real world,” I said, stung. “And Mervyn…I mean Wizard Analyst Johnson will back me up. Chief, we've already gone beyond what a team of adepts can handle. Look at my numbers and you'll see--”

“Wizard Jones.” The title was a slap. “It's just numbers. You're overreacting.”

“Really Chief, I'm not.” Didn't he understand that, as a government witch, this was the part of the job that I knew cold? In case it was his myopia and not his stubbornness blinding him, I traced the line with a finger, starting at business-as-usual and plunging to screaming end-of-world oh-shit. “We'll be past the help of full wizards in a couple of hours. Ground zero in four. We must attack this immediately.”

“Jones, I have enough shit to shovel in the final hours before Y12. I don't need a newbie witch gone Chicken Little.”

I held my temper, barely. Thank you, mandatory unfunded anger management classes. “Fine. It's almost too late to chart a neutralization spell anyway, much less set it up. So give me the secret.”

“Secret? What secret?” He slit both eyes, cutting-narrow. Yeah, he knew what secret but wouldn't say it first. “What are you suggesting?”

No less than counter-doom, but the world was mere hours from getting fucked without a fondle and I was dying anyway. With the cancer eating my lungs and my life, I was down to months, so this was my last chance to make a real difference. No time to hold back. I took a long, shallow breath. “I want to call a jinni.”


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Monday, July 23, 2012

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'The Dark Man's Son' Tour - Guest Post by Author Meg Whitlock


Today, I am honored to have a guest writer, Meg Whitlock, author of The Dark Man's Son. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end to win your own free copy!

Creating Characters

I’m proud of my characters. I can admit that: I am proud of the characters I create. It’s a surprisingly hard thing to admit, and I feel like I’m at some sort of meeting: “My name is Meg, and I’m good at creating characters.” Erf. Cringe.

It’s not like it’s an easy declaration to make. It’s taken me a long time to realize that I’m good at it, and it was a hard road I walked to get there. And the only reason I’m able to admit it now is because that’s the one thing reviewers constantly say about The Dark Man’s Son: the characters were great. They might say it’s confusing or not confusing or predictable or exciting, but the one consistency is a comment about the characters.

I take special pride in it because I did work hard to create these people, and because I spent so long writing fanfiction because I was afraid I couldn’t create good, solid characters. I’m not writing this post to brag. I know, it sounds like that. Hey, pat on the back for Meg! She’s Hot Stuff. I’m not, really. I just know what I like…and that’s what I try to bring to my writing.

We’ve all read books with static, boring people. They don’t do much. They don’t feel much. Maybe they say a whole lot, but it’s meaningless. I’m all for tropes, but there’s a limit: a character can be an archetype, but he or she also has to be a person. The Dark Man’s Son is filled with archetypes, but each one has a life. A backstory. Motivations and fears and hopes and dreams.

It’s like Method acting, in a way. One of my problems (or maybe advantages; I haven’t decided yet) is that I majored in about six different things in college before deciding on one and sticking with it. As a result, I know at least a little bit about a whole range of subjects, and those are just the things I formally studied. I was a theatre major when I first started, and of course we studied Method. You always study Method even though hardly anyone uses it anymore.

Anyway, I spent hours of my life writing backstory for characters in plays by everyone from  Shakespeare to Chekhov to Kushner. The seemingly insignificant details, the mundane minutiae of a person’s life, are what make that character a person. And, so says the Method, once you know all those details, you aren’t just acting like that character. You are he (or she).

Er, right, so that was a little off-subject, I guess. Now that you understand the basics of Method acting, let’s get back on topic.

I spent fifteen years creating the Guardians and, in particular, Alex. She’s undergone extensive changes since I first dreamed her up as an idealistic fourteen-year-old. Yeah, I’m still pretty idealistic…and I’m not exactly Queen o’ the Worldly, but a thirty-one-year-old (ugh, just had my birthday, and I still cringe) knows a little bit more about life than a young teenager. Alex has grown as I have, and I’d like to think that her current incarnation is closer to what a near-omnipotent immortal being might actually be like.

Don’t get me wrong: I didn’t go Brando on these characters. I’m not completely obsessive, and I don’t fully believe in Method. But I’m not acting here, dear readers. I’m creating. There’s a difference, though some actors might argue with me.

One of the major differences is as you write a character, you’ll discover things about them you never knew. I had no idea Jason hated fish until he said so. I didn’t realize Rorik (a centuries-old vampire, thanks) had a thing for Tarantino movies. And, wow, who could have predicted Cassius’ obsession with costumed garden gnomes?!

I don’t know if I can really take credit for Alex and Jason and the gang, to be honest. There’s a play (yes, more about theatre. sorry.) called Six Characters in Search of an Author by Luigi Pirandello. In it, actors are interrupted during rehearsal by six people claiming to be unfinished characters searching for an Author to continue their story. The Director agrees to stage the play, and the Characters’ story plays out. It ends with a drowning, a suicide, and the Director wondering if any of it was real. Right, so…it’s absurdist; just go with it.

Just like Michelangelo said that the sculpture was already in the stone waiting to get out, and Socrates believed that all knowledge is known and just requires the right questions to unleash it, I think maybe these characters are just hanging out in some ether waiting for an author to find them. To discover that they hate fish and love Tarantino and like to dress garden gnomes up like fairy tale creatures.

And we’re back to the beginning. I’m proud of my characters, but I don’t think I can take credit for them. Not completely. I know I sound like a crazy person, which I half suspect I am. But think about it. Where do you get your ideas? They’re an amalgamation of your every day life, your experiences, your trials and tribulations. So are the characters an author creates, like ghosts in the ether. 

Author Bio:

Meg Whitlock has been writing nearly all her life, and she’s glad she finally got over her laziness and wrote the book she’s been dreaming about for years. She
graduated from Queens University of Charlotte with a BA in Comparative Arts with an Art History specialization and an Ancient History minor…which is a mouthful no matter how you say it. She has four cats (including an invisible one), a car named  Babar, and a vivid imagination.

In 2001 her one-act play, “The Shoebox,” was produced by Catawba College in Salisbury, NC and presented at the American College Theatre Festival. She was honored by Art:21 and the Mint Museum of Art for her essay “Kara Walker: Using Stereotypes to Provoke  Thought,” and she’s won awards for both her fiction and non-fiction writing.

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

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

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The Dark Man’s Son (Guardian Chronicles #1)
 
By Meg Whitlock

Genre: urban fantasy
ISBN: 9781476329390 Smashwords/iBooks/Sony only
ASIN: B0088RTUJO
BN ID: 2940014752671

Number of pages: 285


Blurb/Book Description:

She claimed the muggers were demons, but of course Jason didn’t believe her. At first.

When a mysterious woman appears in a dirty alley to rescue Jason Latimer from a pair of muggers, he tries to write her off as a garden variety lunatic. But he can’t shake the memory of her intense green eyes that seemed to flash gold, or the glowing sword she’d worn on her hip.

She calls herself Alex (no last name) like she’d made it up on the spot, and she offers Jason her protection. From what, she can’t or won’t say. He refuses, and that night he dreams of a dark man with the same offer. His black eyes flash blood and garnet, and he smells of burning things. Jason refuses him, too.

A chance meeting brings Alex and Jason together again, and she tells him of the Guardians: two immortal beings created near the beginning of time with the express purpose of fighting for mortal-kind’s soul. She is Light, and the man from Jason’s dream is Dark. Jason must choose, because Lucifer, for reasons purely his own, has unleashed the armies of Hell to hunt Jason down.

But there are things about Jason that not even he knows, and he’ll face hard truths and bitter choices as he struggles to find his place in a world redefined. Will he rise to the challenge, or, when the time comes, will he falter?

From Renaissance Florence to the French Revolution, from World War II to the modern streets of New Orleans, The Dark Man’s Son is a riveting journey filled with unforgettable characters, wry humor, dark twists, and a touch of romance.

Author Bio:

Meg Whitlock has been writing nearly all her life, and she’s glad she finally got over her laziness and wrote the book she’s been dreaming about for years. She graduated from Queens University of Charlotte with a BA in Comparative Arts with an Art History specialization and an Ancient History minor…which is a mouthful no matter how you say it. She has four cats (including an invisible one), a car named Babar, and a vivid imagination.
In 2001 her one-act play, “The Shoebox,” was produced by Catawba College in Salisbury, NC and presented at the American College Theatre Festival. She was honored by Art:21 and the Mint Museum of Art for her essay “Kara Walker: Using Stereotypes to Provoke Thought,” and she’s won awards for both her fiction and non-fiction writing.

'Taming the Wolf' Book Tour and Giveaway!


Taming the Wolf

Attacked by a wolf while hiking in the mountains, Anna Avery's life just got a little hairier. Living in the Big Horn mountains in Wyoming, with a group of werewolves who are more animal than human, Anna must try to hold onto her human side.

It's not easy when the alpha continues to persuade her into his bed, while another wolf is chomping at the bit to become her mate. To top it all off, dead bodies are showing up and it just so happens that Anna was the last to see them alive. She'll have to work to prove her innocence and taming the wolf who bites first and asks questions never.

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Sunday, July 22, 2012

'A Hero for Holly' Book Tour and Review


Book Blurb:

A Hero For Holly by  Kristy K. James (clean romance) Digital format only
 
Single mom, Holly McGinty, has no life.  No personal life, that is.  After her husband left her pregnant, with a four-year old son, there was never much time for her.  Between raising two boys and saving her restaurant from bankruptcy, she's been too busy taking care of everyone and everything to give much thought to her own needs.   In fact, the highlight of her week is swooning over her oldest son's sexy scout leader.
 
Sam Jensen never believed in love at first sight...until the first time he saw Holly.  But even though he gets along great with kids, and is successful as both an architect and investor, figuring out relationships with women has never come easy to him.  Now it seems as though his luck has changed.  As long as one little tiny secret remains a secret.
 
My thoughts:
 
The love story between Holly and Sam was cute. Neither one of them is sure about how to proceed with starting a relationship, so they do waste a lot of time. People who think that only teenagers get silly in love are wrong; so do adults. I found the journey that they took as they grew into being together to be more emotionally familiar and realistic than others I have read. This book is a "clean romance," which means you don't have to worry about a lot of sex getting in the way of the story.
 
I was also able to appreciate the setting of the story, as I grew up on the Michigan/Ohio line. 
 
There is an element of danger that creeps up throughout the book. One storyline randomly pops up here and there and seems to get lost. Another one almost seems to come from out of nowhere, yet isn't completely surprising. Sam does end up being a hero, in more ways than one. 
 
While this books stands on its own as a story, it does also allude to The Daddy Pact, another book in this series. You're given enough background information in A Hero for Holly to not have to read it. For 99-cents, though, I think I may also pick up that one.

About the Author:

All it took was the encouragement of a student teacher in a ninth grade writing class and Kristy K. James was off and running. She has been writing for more years than she'll ever admit to, and loves every aspect of it. From creating characters who are so real that they sometimes take over the writing when they don't like where she's taking a story, to adding as many twists and mysteries to her plots as she can get away with.

She is the author of Reluctant Guardian, A Fine Mess, and The Stranger in my Head.

Kristy currently lives in Michigan with her family, too many pets and the occasional spider. She spends her time living in her make-believe worlds, cooking and baking up a storm, and doing her best to learn to say 'no' when stray animals wander into her large country yard.

Reading is one of her favorite pastimes, as is traveling around the state, especially to coastal beaches to enjoy the sound of the waves crashing on the shore and gulls screeching overhead.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Guest Post by Bill Wetterman, Author of 'Room 1515'



Thanks, Andrea, for allowing me to guest post on your blog. The craft of writing isn’t easy. I probably do more planning than most writers do. Today I want to concentrate on how I create a novel.

Creating the World of a Novel:

Writing fiction presents complications for both new and experienced writers. For me, the first occurs when developing the world of my novel. Creating a book starts with building a tension-packed world full of pitfalls, danger, and valuable aspirations in which characters take form and develop.

Before I wrote Room 1515, I designed the world in which the story takes place. This world is a near future world, no more than five years from now. The major action takes place in Washington, D.C. and Great Britain, London primarily. The details of the locations where events take place, the physical building structures and surrounding areas, have to appear real, yet subtly altered. Our society constantly changes our physical surroundings to fit the mood of its citizens. Therefore, an author must add a new hotel here and a new transit system there.

This world has a political environment that is recognizable, yet futuristic by a few years. In Room 1515's timeframe, the E.U. fears the Muslim world is on the verge of overrunning Europe, and the United States has a president who is removing all United States troops from foreign countries, leaving Europe defenseless. In addition, the top .0001 percent are manipulating the financial markets. They have the capability to bankrupt any nation in an instant.

This concept is not new. Many novels incorporate parts of this stereotype world. Military, financial, and unseen fears are natural tension builders. In addition, many see this scenario as highly plausible. The challenge is to make my story standout as unique. An author must be careful to remember the changes they made to their world's new setting.

Human nature tends to remember what we see and forget what we dreamed. Example: An author closes Lafayette Park in Chapter 3 due to a waterline break--the dream. Then five chapters later, he searches out a website picture of Lafayette Park, and writes in a character walking in the same area he closed in Chapter 3. When I design my world, I document all the changes, so my dreams become realities at the end of the novel.

Notice I set my story in Washington D.C. and London. I believe thrillers should be set where stuff really does happen--and in places readers find interesting.

The final act of creating the world of my novel is a grabber, a second dilemma. The second dilemma must have major consequences if not resolved. This dilemma must be something all sides in the conflict want to solve. Important, the sides involved must not agree on how to solve this problem. In Room 1515, the dilemma is man's ongoing destruction of the earth.

Refining the World of My Novel:

Is the world of my next novel rock solid? I've picked the timeframe. I've chosen my locations and tailor-made them to set the mood--dark, romantic, challenging, adventurous. I'm dying to parachute my characters into the fray. Not yet.

Now I decide what beliefs and histories drive my characters and hence drive the plot. Ever read novels where the bad guys have no redeeming features and the good guys are Dudley Do-Rights. The good guys always beat the bad guys, and I know for whom to cheer. The real world is not this way. The more conflicted people and events are the better my novel will be.

Example: In Room 1515, I don't have a true protagonist. I create an anti-heroine, a flawed woman pursuing the enemies of her country, but dissolution sets in when she questions the tactics of her mentors. I don't have a true antagonist. I abandon the archetypal villain for one who is sympathetic and even likable while being ruthless. Complex characters hold readers’ interest.

A question from a recent interview asks, "What makes Room 1515 unique when compared to other novels about power-brokers taking over the world." My answer is that in Room 1515 the motive of the villain is noble. He believes humanity will destroy the earth. Greed is keeping nations from tackling the problem of global warming and pollution, and there isn't time to reason with selfish idiots anymore. He'll do anything necessary to save the world.

Authors need to establish a twist that is different to make their book unique and interesting. I do this before I drop my characters into a battle they're not ready to handle.

I write thrillers, not mysteries. I've been asked, "What is the difference?" I agree good Mystery, Suspense, Thriller novels have aspects of all three. For me, mysteries lean toward the 'who-done-it?' Thrillers lean toward the 'how are they doing it, and how do we stop them?' Suspense to me is tension throughout the novel. If the problem is bad, it's going to get worse. When it does get worse, prepare for the tornado.

Character Development:

Now we are ready to develop characters. Good authors breathe life into their characters before dropping them into their roles in the novel. I do this because, once I drop the main and supporting characters into their new world, I lose some control. Come on now. You know it's true. Characters take on a mind of their own once you release them.

So knowing this can be a problem, I develop them beforehand. That way I know the life they've led and who they are. I do this with the protagonist, the antagonist, and one or two other supporting roles to a lesser extent. I ask myself what was their childhood like, their family life, and their self-image in their teens. Who are they now: married, single, successful, a failure, wealthy or poor? How do they feel about whom they are now? What do they believe about the world around them?

I'm not God! Nevertheless, in the spirit realm of my mind, I am God to them at this point. I will not vary their backstory once I drop them into their new world. However, once dropped, they will argue, disobey, and question me, just as I do with my God. Characters surprise their creators by going off in directions not planned. Many times, my characters are right to do so, and isn't that fun in an insane kind of way. If I've planned correctly, I know where I'm starting. I know where I'm going. I know how to get there. My characters become co-authors within the scenes they're in, adding nuances I hadn't planned.

Authors disagree about things like a character’s appearance. Readers do as well. A multi-published author friend asked me if I knew what his main character looked like. I didn't, and I'd read several of his books staring this character. "I never describe him," he said. "I'd rather the reader develop his own idea of what he looks like." This worked for him. I'm less secure. I show my characters through the eyes of others and the internal monologues of the characters themselves. To this another friend of mine replies, "Whatever works."

I wish to give credit to many of the concepts I write about here to William Bernhardt, not that he agrees with all of them. His workshops and seminars have helped me develop my craft over the past few years. I encourage writers from beginner to craftsperson to study with Bill. He’ll expand your creativity.


Live Video Chat with Catherine Bybee and Sasha Summers July 24 6pm EST

Join Bewitching Book Tours as they host a live video chat with authors Catherine Bybee and Sasha Summers on July 24th at 6 PM EST. You can RSVP here. The two authors will be coming off of their big book tours and will have lots to share! Here is more about their books:

Married by Monday

Carter Billings:
Sandy blond hair and Hollywood good looks, Carter Billings could have any woman he wants. However, when he makes his bid for the Governor's seat in the state of California, he needs to settle down and become a family man. Eliza, the woman he secretly adores, embodies the perfect amount of spice and passion to suit his marital needs, but she’s not interested in becoming Mrs. Billings. She can't even stand to be in the same room with him.

Eliza Havens:
It’s much easier to drive Carter away than to give into desire. Matching couples is how she earns a living, but getting married isn’t an option. The secrets she carries are too dangerous to entangle anyone else. When her hidden identity and past threaten her future, she’s left with little choice. Carter is quick to offer solutions to both their problems, but saying yes could mean endangering the man she’s growing to love.

About Author Catherine Bybee

Biography

New York Times Bestselling Author
USA Today Bestselling Author
Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author
#1 Indie Reader Bestselling Author

Just a little blurb about me. First and always I'm a wife and a mother. Second, I'm a writer... anything and everything romance. If it doesn't have a happily ever after, I'm not interested. Lets face it. Life is full of... well... life. Having spent over a decade of my life working as a RN in urban Emergency Rooms, I want to escape when I pick up a book. And I now create those worlds for you to escape into.

Visit me at www.catherinebybee.com
 
She wasn’t meant for movie stars, Hollywood, or happy endings. And then she met him.

Happy Endings are for fairy tales. Or the movies. Not for real life. At least, not in Claire’s life. Even though she’s starting over, she knows better than to want too much this time. But when she falls, literally, into the strong arms of Hollywood’s ‘it’ boy Josh Wiley, Claire’s in for some surprises. Her plans for rest and relaxation are forgotten as one incredible night with Josh becomes two… And her heart begins to want him as much as her body. Will two kids, one bastard ex-husband, and Josh’s juggernaut career mean the end of their affair? Or can Claire find her happy ending after all?
 
 
About the Author
Sasha is part gypsy. Her passions have always been storytelling, history, and travel. It's no surprise that her books visit times past, set in places rich with legends and myth. Her first play, 'Greek Gods and Goddesses' (original title, right?), was written for her Girl Scout troupe. She's been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she's doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.