Thursday, November 21, 2013

Book excerpt from YA novel "Flick" by Keira Des Anges

Today I have blurb and excerpt from the young adult novel Flick by Keira Des Anges.

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Blurb:
Leanna Matthews enjoys flying below the radar. She does well in school, has a few close friends and hides the fact she’s an astral-traveling telekinetic. But there’s no escaping her creepy dreams or Simora, the bizarre little spirit lady, that suddenly pops out of nowhere to warn her against keeping secrets and predicts an encounter with a sinister evil. For the first time in forever someone…or something…is on to her.

But life turns around when Leanna meets Piper one sunny afternoon. She’s inexplicably drawn to him, almost as if she’s been waiting for him to come. Forbidden to have a boyfriend Leanna throws caution to the wind, lying to her family and friends to be with him, while ignoring Simora’s ominous message.

Yet Piper has a secret of his own. He is on a mission and Leanna, unwittingly, is the key.


Excerpt:
He stood idly by Ms. Fenson’s hedges, shifting around uncomfortably and looking at nothing in-particular. After gazing at the sky, he stared at his feet and pulled at the shrubs behind him – which unless he had a death-wish, was an absolute no-no. Ms. Fenson was a legend in her neighborhood and Leanna knew if this guy stood anywhere near the hedges too long she’d most certainly come after him – and it wouldn’t be pretty! Although notorious for her loony behavior, no one denied Ms. Fenson took excellent care of her yard and was fiercely protective of it - in a scary, mad-womanish sort of way.

I’ll just walk by him, Leanna thought, trying to ignore the sudden tightness in her chest. Anyway, who cares? He doesn’t know me from a hole in the ground.

With each step, her legs turned to mush. But an invisible force pulled her forward. The pressure grew stronger, involuntarily pushing her along until she finally passed him; her heart racing, her body stiffening…

“Hey!” he called.

She stopped abruptly. Was he talking to her? It was hard to focus; the thumping in her ears grew nauseatingly louder. But since there wasn’t anyone else around, he must be speaking to her. Leanna turned around uncertainly.

He casually strolled over with his hands in his jean pockets. When they finally stood face-to-face, Leanna’s breath caught.

He was even more strikingly handsome up close. At around 5'10, he wore his wavy hair cropped close to his head, and in spite of his loose, red Ecko T-shirt, he sported a visibly muscular build. His chestnut eyes were splashed with the tiniest specks of green and framed by long, dark eyelashes, in stark contrast to his honey brown skin. They were the most beautiful eyes Leanna had ever seen. But it wasn’t the color that intrigued her. His eyes were clear and telling; their depths ran deep. And for a fraction of a moment, she could’ve swore she saw herself.

Author Bio and Links:
By day, Keira des Anges has the distinct pleasure of assisting teenagers with disabilities find employment, empowering one life at a time. By night, she is a chew toy for her dog and cat and avid reader of anything spooky, magical and totally out of this world. She lives in sunny Florida with her husband and two kids.



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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Interview with historical fiction author M.L. Gardner

Today’s featured guest is historical fiction author M.L. Gardner. We’re focused on her novel, 1929 Jonathan’s Cross Book One.

Bio:
M.L. Gardner is an American author currently living in Northern Utah after spending a decade in the Pacific Northwest. Having grown up a Navy brat, she’s lived everywhere and considers no one place home. Gardner collects cats and dreams of opening a no kill shelter in her backyard where she can be surrounded by her feline friends all the time, despite their love of sitting on her keyboard.
She is married with three kids and four cats. She writes full time, living on cheese and Bing energy drinks.

Welcome, M.L. Please tell us about your current release.
1929 Jonathan’s Cross Book One is the first in a Depression era historical fiction series.

What inspired you to write this book?
I was sitting at home watching the bloodshed on Wall street when the market crashed in 2008. I remember the horror the day it dropped 777 points. I had always been fascinated with the Great Depression and had read everything I could get my hands on about the period. And the way things were shaping up in this country financially, I was seeing an encore performance of those hard years. I grabbed my books, compared charts and graphs and had this feeling of dread wash over me. The roaring twenties were definitely over for us. After several hours of being glued to CNBC, I had to change the channel. It wasn’t getting any better and I just couldn’t look at the train wreck any longer. I flipped through the channels with my mind floating off to one of the many far off places it loved to roam. But this one wouldn’t leave me alone. Plot lines and ideas started swirling around and quite literally haunted me. It wasn’t long before I had to force myself to sit down and start the story. It wasn’t enough to see it in my head.

Blurb:
Jonathan Garrett has just lost everything. He and his two best friends were operating one of the top brokerages in New York City until the stock market crash of ’29. With nothing but the clothes on their backs, these men must start over. Renting a shabby apartment from a business rival with his eye on tormenting Jonathan, they begin to rebuild as best they can. Their wives struggle to make the best of their situations, each coping in her own way. They begin to make friendships that promise to last a lifetime. As the jobs become fewer and danger is at their backs, the stakes get higher for these men to find a way out. Their current poverty, their respective pasts, and their own struggles all threaten to ruin them. With hope, close friends, and a lucky twist of fate, they escape the city just in time. They return to their hometown of Rockport, Massachusetts to begin a new life. Living modestly, and faring better than the friends they left behind in the city, they begin to think things are taking a turn for the better. But tragedy is never far behind…

What exciting story are you working on next?
I’m working on Purgatory Cove Book Five. It’s a novella that takes a peek into the fractured mind of Elizabeth as she splits into a third personality. I’ve also chipped away at 1931 Caleb’s Err Book Six and am nearing the half way mark with that. I often write more than one book at a time.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
When I started getting email asking about the third book and a few readers complained I was taking so long. It clicked then along with the realization that I have a responsibility and an obligation to these people who have taken the time to read what I have put out in the world and have become emotionally invested in the characters. .

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I am home to write full time, however I don’t write every day. I’d love to but that’s just not how I work. I’m rather compulsive with everything I do and will often write like mad for a week and then take a week off. I do a lot of woodworking on my off weeks and make most of my own pioneer style furniture.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
It’s not really a quirk but I do have to listen to music when I write. I create ‘soundtracks’ for every book and run those on a continuous loop while I’m working on a project.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A pilot. I took aeronautics and actually flew a few times but when I had children I decided to give it up. I hope to re-learn how to fly after my children are grown.

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Thanks for chatting with us today, M.L. Happy writing!


Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Book excerpt from "The Cold Elf" by John Garrett

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john-garrett-author-pic I'm John Garrett, an author and artist who loves Comics, Art, Sci-fi, Fantasy, Web and Tech stuff -also I prefer food in sandwich form.  My main site is Hypertransitory.com, where I write about all kinds of stuff and show the latest art I've created. Head on over if you're interested in learning more about me. See you there!    





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The Cold ElfTITLE: The Cold Elf
AUTHOR: John Garrett
GENRE: Fantasy

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SYNOPSIS: A young, bitter Elf undertakes a solitary journey, in search of a weapon that could be the last hope of his people.    





Excerpt:

Jorr had never seen snow before. It wasn't the kind of weather that Elves traditionally preferred, and so they had little to do with snow.
Stepping shakily out of his boat, Jorr's foot sank deep into a mass of the damp substance. If the wetness of the sea couldn't get through his oiled leather boots, he knew this snow would fare no better. Still, the cold was unpleasant.
He stood and stretched, satisfied that he could do so after three long days on the sea. He looked out over the vastness of icy, dark gray water he had just crossed and frowned. It had taken so long, it was hard to believe that he had sailed across the narrowest part. Crossing that water again was not something to look forward to.
Then another thought - depending on what he found here, maybe he wouldn't have to?
In any event, he was here now. He still had a good distance to travel if the maps were correct.
Jorr grasped the side of the small boat that had been his home for the past three days and pulled it completely onto the shore.
The snow had stopped falling, yet there was plenty of it already on the ground here. The day was overcast, but was beginning to get darker, and the wind wasn't helping with cold or visibility. Waves of snow dust were washing over him. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his bald head. He had waited too late. The hood had collected snow inside of it, and now it fell down past the side of his face and down his neck.
What a vile substance!
He resigned himself to the sensation, then looked around some more. The snow-covered beach was stark white, contrasted with a row of dark, dead trees a short distance away.
A very lonely place.
Jorr dragged the boat through the snow up towards the trees. He was so tired, but he had to get to those trees and start a fire, or he might fall asleep and freeze to death.
If that happened, the hope of the Elven people would die with him.
Grasping the small pouch he carried reminded him of how painfully little food he had been able to bring. The Elves had little enough at all in these dark times, and Jorr had hidden away as much as he could before his trip. It was not mucht. He had hoped for a bountiful forest where he could hunt, but as the island had grown into view bit by bit he had realized the forest was dead.
Just as the Elders had said it would be.
They were right about this, but that didn't mean they were right about everything. In Jorr's opinion, the Elders were wrong about most everything, and were not relevant any longer. Only a little time left, and they would see that he was right. Although he was but fifty years of age, and considered a child, he felt he was the one seeing reality, while the Elders were content to meekly accept their fate.
Shivering, Jorr realized that he was standing around freezing instead of building his fire.
Leaving his boat by the forest edge, he made his way through the trees and found what he considered to be an acceptable spot to make a fire. There was a row of trees grown tightly enough together to block much of the wind and the snow, so beside them the ground was only lightly covered.
Jorr opened his pack and withdrew the Fire Element.
The dull red rock glowed warm in his hands. Powerful guilt came over him. Although snow was new to him, the Elven people were no strangers to cold. They lived in a land that was nearly all desert, and the nights were as mercilessly cold as the days were hot. It seemed every night you would wish for the same burning sun that you cursed during the day.
Fire Elements were precious. They represented the last vestiges of magic the Elves still possessed. Supposedly they were used as children's fireworks back in the Before-Times, but now the few they had left were critical to surviving the cold nights of the ShirraLand Expanse where the Elves resided.
All Elves were now taught to make a fire as soon as they could hold a stick, so Jorr knew he could make one from the wood in these dead trees if necessary, but he couldn't take the chance that there would be no forest here. He had to be sure he could survive his journey, so he had stolen one of the Fire Elements the night he left.
It would all be worth it. He did this not for himself, but for all the Elven people.




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Monday, November 18, 2013

Interview with contemporary romance author Simi Rao

Today’s hot seat is filled with contemporary romance author Simi K. Rao. She’s sharing a little about herself and her debut novel, An Incurable Insanity.

Bio:
Simi K. Rao was born in India and has been living in the United States for several years. An Incurable Insanity is her debut novel. The inspiration for the story came from what she has seen transpire among and within the immigrant community. Some of the experiences included are her own; some have been garnered from friends and casual conversations with acquaintances. She also writes poetry, is an avid photographer, loves to travel, and is a practicing physician. She currently lives in Denver with her family.

Welcome, Simi. Please tell us a little bit about, An Incurable Insanity.
Shaan is a recent 27 year old aerospace masters grad, who lands the perfect job in a leading aeronautics and space exploration company in Los Angeles. At the urging of his parents' he goes down the traditional arranged marriage route, leaving behind a lover and a complicated relationship in Los Angeles. As a result, Shaan and Ruhi's marriage has an awkward and uncomfortable start. The begrudging spouses make a pact: Ruhi will stay with Shaan in the United States only long enough to avoid embarrassment from their family and peers. Ruhi, remaining optimistic thinks that she can use this time to try and win Shaan's heart, but to no avail. Follow Ruhi and Shaan on a roller coaster ride as they attempt to be “friends without benefits” and expose their true selves to each other in search of love and happiness. While An Incurable Insanity provides fascinating glimpses into traditional Indian culture, it is an intriguing love story with universal appeal.

What inspired you to write this book?
I came across a few unfortunate incidences in my community that started me thinking and inspired me to write a story about a similar situation but with a positive outcome.

Excerpt:
"Here... lunch." She pushed a box towards him.
"I don't want it."
"Why?"
"I feel awkward."
"But you never felt that way before, so why now?" You took me for granted. She stared reproachfully at him.
"It's different now." My perspective has changed. I behaved like a slave master, it's humiliating. He stared right back.
She pretended to appear disinterested, "you can eat it, give it to your friends or throw it away. This is all I can do to pay you back right now."
"You don't have to worry about paying me back. It's the least that I can do to make up for what I've put you through."
Her chair knocked sharply against the wall, as she jumped to her feet. "What? You think that's compensation enough? Nothing you do will give me back what I've lost! Yes, I agreed to marry you because I was blind and innocent! But who gave you the right to destroy my life, especially since you were having an affair and there was no hope for us? You treated me as if I was a disposable object! Why? Tell me why?"
"Yes I know I'm the worst kind of cad! But my hands were tied! My grandfather was on his death bed, I had no choice!" He snapped back gripping the counter till his knuckles turned white.
Walking up to him, she said softly, "Yes you had  a choice. You could have walked away. You could have been a man."


What exciting story are you working on next?
There are a few: a sequel of An Incurable Insanity, and a couple of others I'd rather not divulge at this time.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
About a couple of years ago, when I saw the wonderful response generated by the stories that I had published on my blog, I began to believe that I could write.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
No, I don't write full time. I am a practicing physician and have a very busy routine. Somehow when I can, I squeeze in time to write- creativity cannot be curbed.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I write anywhere and at anytime: in a bustling restaurant, movie theater, at 3 a.m...

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I always wanted to be a doctor.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Do what gives you emotional fulfillment. Express yourself. Nothing is impossible. :)



Thanks, Simi!


Sunday, November 17, 2013

Live chat/interview with dark fiction author Richard Hatin -- Nov 17, 7-9PM EST

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Friday, November 15, 2013

Interview with historical romance author Laura Strickland

Today’s focus is on the historical romance novel, Daughter of Sherwood: The Guardians of Sherwood Book One, by Laura Strickland.

Laura’s bio:
Born and raised in Western New York, Laura Strickland has pursued lifelong interests in lore, legend, magic and music, all reflected in her writing. Though her imagination frequently takes her to far off places, she is usually happiest at home not far from Lake Ontario with her husband and her "fur" child, a rescue dog. Currently she is at work on the third book of the Guardians of Sherwood series.

Welcome, Laura. Please tell us about your current release.
This is my second release for The Wild Rose Press. The first, Devil Black, is a Historical Romance set in Scotland, so when I sat down to write a second book I wanted to do something a bit different. I’ve always been fascinated with myths, legends and the ancient history of Britain (most of my titles to date have been centered there) but when the idea of writing about Robin Hood occurred, I told myself I must be crazy. It’s been done so many times both on the large and small screen, and ever since the days of the great writer, Howard Pyle, Robin has been a literary institution. But the idea wouldn’t leave my mind, so I decided my Sherwood would be different -- a place of ancient magic that actively serves to assist the Saxon outlaws in their fight against Norman tyranny. And I would create a whole new set of characters led by the daughter of Robin and Marian.

When the story begins, the heroine, Wren, has no idea she’s the daughter of a legend. Hidden all her life from the Sheriff’s vengeance, raised under his nose in the kitchens at Nottingham Castle, she only learns of her destiny upon the death of one of the current Guardians. Ever since Robin’s death, a triad of three has served to uphold the circle of enchantment that guards the forest. Now Wren discovers she must bond with two young men – Martin Scarlet, son of Will Scarlet and Sparrow Little, son of Little John – to form a new circle and take up the enchantment. To one of these young men she will also give her heart.

What inspired you to write this book?
Well, usually my ideas for books come to me in a flash. I'll see a mental image of one of the main characters, or conceive of a setting or situation. Sometimes it's something as elusive as a feeling I wish to create through the writing.

In this case, much of the credit has to go to my daughter. From a very young age she was captivated by the legend of Robin Hood. And growing up, she frequently asked me to join her playing with her Barbie dolls, which turned into "Robin Hood Barbies". Oh, what adventures those Robin Hood Barbies had! The space under the dining room table became a dungeon, the edge of the sofa was a cliff in Sherwood Forest, the very handsomest of the Ken dolls was Robin and the one we liked the least was the evil Sheriff of Nottingham. Eventually, I got so into it I sewed them all period clothing. We'd play around the living room while listening to English folk-rock on the stereo.

So I guess all that time spent in the "Sherwood" my daughter and I created became my inspiration. It certainly didn't take much for me to slip into period when I began work on the book.

Excerpt from Daughter of Sherwood:
“Do you remember him, Robin Hood?” she asked.

“Your father? Aye.”

“Can you tell me something about him? I cannot quite believe he is my father. It is oversetting, finding oneself the daughter of a legend.”

“I remember them both, your father and your mother. I was about six when you were born. But I do not know to what extent my memories are colored by what I was later told.”

“What was he like?”

Sparrow closed his eyes and considered his words before speaking. “Strong and kind. I remember that about him. When he looked at you, you could feel his kindness. I never saw him angered with anyone, not like Martin’s father. But when Robin took up a cause, the magic in him flared and he became unstoppable.”

“Magic.” That word again. Rennie sighed.

“It abounds, here in Sherwood. And your father had it in full.”

“Is that what I feel?” Rennie glanced round at the trees.

“You look like him.”

“What? How is that?”

Sparrow smiled again, almost ruefully. “You have his strength about you, and the cast of your face is the same, but I think you have your mother’s eyes.”

“Can you describe him to me?”

“Well, he seemed very tall to me then, but I was small. He was not big like my own Da, who was a veritable giant. He had hair just the color of yours—dark brown—and I remember his eyes glowed blue, like jewels.”

Rennie’s breath caught in her throat. “I think I have dreamed of him, over and over again, for years, not knowing who he was. He used to speak to me while I slept.” A shiver made her tremble. “His eyes shone with blue light, just as you describe.”

Sparrow leaned closer. “What did he say to you, in these dreams?”

“Many things, most of which I did not understand.”

Rennie pressed her lips together. The strange man had visited her dreams at times when she felt at her most desperate and vulnerable, when she wept. She would not admit that to Sparrow, whom she barely knew.


What exciting story are you working on next?
My next book, already under contract with The Wild Rose Press, is Book Two in the Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy, entitled Champion of Sherwood. Book Two tells the story of the next three guardians destined to uphold the circle of magic that protects Sherwood Forest: Wren’s two daughters, Lark and Linnet, and their lifelong friend, Falcon Scarlet. This time I throw a handsome, young Norman knight into the mix. There’s plenty of romance, and even more magic and mysticism.

Book Three of the trilogy, Lord of Sherwood, is in the final stages of editing. I hope Champion of Sherwood will be released next spring and Lord of Sherwood later next year.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
On some level, I think I’ve always considered myself a writer. I wrote my first “book” in third grade, hand-printed with a construction paper cover, and wrote my way through High School, scribbling stories in binders that were then passed among my friends to read.

I’ve written constantly, ever since. In fact it’s a bit like that old commercial for orange juice – for me, a day without writing is like a day without sunshine. My first published full-length work was a Romantic Suspense called Queen’s Knight, published by Walker and Company. I guess it was then I felt I’d truly earned the right to be called A Writer.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
Well, I work full time at a job outside the home and write whenever I can. It’s a little like having two jobs! But I enjoy them both very much so that lends me a lot of enthusiasm and good energy. In both jobs, I’m surrounded by books. I work for a Library System where I get to process, handle and read books both old and new, so it really doesn’t get much better than that.

As for writing, I tend to get up very early in the morning – usually before it’s light – and take that precious, quiet time to slip into whatever book’s in progress. My husband and I heat our home with wood, so in the winter I rise ahead of everyone else to kindle the fire; in summer when the windows are open I get to hear the first birds begin to chatter and sing. When a book’s really rolling, I often take time to write on the weekend as well. I still work using a pen and spiral notebook, and type it all up later, doing the first edit as I go. I enjoy editing too, but nothing beats the sheer joy of writing, especially when a book consumes me. I had a wonderful time writing all three books of The Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I tend to “see” everything that happens in my books, and then write it down. It’s a little bit like automatic writing. I also hear what my characters are saying to one another – sometimes, if I’m cleaning the house, shopping or busy at work, I have to grab a scrap of paper and jot down what they’re saying so I don’t forget it. I can’t take a whole lot of credit for my books. I’m less the author than a conduit through which they flow onto the page.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
That changed from time to time, as I grew. I wanted to be a teacher until I figured out that would require me to go to school every day for the rest of my life! Then I wanted to be the wife of a Highlander and live in a croft completely cut off from civilization where I’d sew quilts and recreate the life of my ancestors. For a long time I wanted to raise dogs because I’m so comfortable in their company. Behind it all, I knew I’d be a writer – whatever else I did to make a living, there’d always be a notebook somewhere and stories crowding my mind. And that’s the part that came true.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Just that life is a journey, and we have the privilege of choosing how we want to travel. We can focus on the negative things that surround us, both in our personal lives and the world around us. Or we can choose to see the good, nurture it like a small flame day by day until it becomes a conflagration. Positivity and negativity both feed on themselves. Every morning when I wake up, I get to choose whether I’d prefer to spend my day happy or miserable. Not much of a choice, really. Attitude is the vehicle we drive – and gratitude’s a classic Jaguar!

Thanks for interviewing me today. I’m ever so grateful!


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Thursday, November 14, 2013

Interview with historical suspense author Linda Bennett Pennell

The historical suspense with romantic elements novel Al Capone at the Blanche Hotel is the focus of today's interview with the author, Linda Bennett Pennell.

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Welcome, Linda. Please tell us a little bit about yourself.
I have been in love with the past for as long as I can remember. Anything with a history, whether shabby or majestic, recent or ancient, instantly draws me in. I suppose it comes from being part of a large extended family that spanned several generations. Long summer afternoons on my grandmother's porch or winter evenings gathered around her fireplace were filled with stories both entertaining and poignant. Of course being set in the South, those stories were also peopled by some very interesting characters, some of whom have found their way into my work.

As for my venture in writing, it has allowed me to reinvent myself. We humans are truly multifaceted creatures, but unfortunately we tend to sort and categorize each other into neat, easily understood packages that rarely reveal the whole person. Perhaps you, too, want to step out of the box in which you find yourself. I encourage you to look at the possibilities and imagine. Be filled with childlike wonder in your mental wanderings. Envision what might be, not simply what is. Let us never forget, all good fiction begins when someone says to herself or himself, "Let's pretend." 

I reside in the Houston area with one sweet husband, one German Shorthaired Pointer who thinks she’s a little girl, and one striped yellow cat who knows she’s queen of the house.

Favorite quote regarding my professional passion:  "History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes coming up." Voltaire  

Please tell us about your current release.
Al Capone at the Blanche Hotel tells a story of lives unfolding in different centuries, but linked and irrevocably altered by a series of murders in 1930.  

Lake City, Florida, June, 1930: Al Capone checks in for an unusually long stay at the Blanche Hotel, a nice enough joint for an insignificant little whistle stop. The following night, young Jack Blevins witnesses a body being dumped heralding the summer of violence to come. One-by-one, people controlling county vice activities swing from KKK ropes. No moonshine distributor, gaming operator, or brothel madam, black or white, is safe from the Klan's self-righteous vigilantism. Jack's older sister Meg, a waitress at the Blanche, and her fiancé, a sheriff’s deputy, discover reasons to believe the lynchings are cover for a much larger ambition than simply ridding the county of vice. Someone, possibly backed by Capone, has secret plans for filling the voids created by the killings. But as the body count grows and crosses burn, they come to realize this knowledge may get all of them killed.  

Gainesville, Florida, August, 2011: Liz Reams, an up and coming young academic specializing in the history of American crime, impulsively moves across the continent to follow a man who convinces her of his devotion yet refuses to say the three simple words I love you. Despite entreaties of friends and family, she is attracted to edginess and a certain type of glamour in her men, both living and historical. Her personal life is an emotional roller coaster, but her career options suddenly blossom beyond all expectation, creating a very different type of stress. To deal with it all, Liz loses herself in her professional passion, original research into the life and times of her favorite bad boy, Al Capone. What she discovers about 1930’s summer of violence, and herself in the process, leaves her reeling at first and then changed forever.

What inspired you to write this book?
When my parents and I moved to Lake City, we stayed at the Blanche Hotel for a few nights waiting for our furniture to arrive. Later I learned about its history. Al Capone really did stay there at least once in transit between Chicago and Miami. The hotel is also supposed to be haunted by a woman who killed herself over love gone wrong and children who died there for reasons that I don’t know. Very credible people have reported hearing a woman crying and the sounds of children running and playing when there was no one else in the place at the time. The county has had its share of difficulties with moonshining, prostitution, and gambling. Knowing these tidbits of history drew me to write the novel.

Excerpt:
(from Chapter Three)
  
“Jack Blevins, where have you been? It’s after midnight.” Meg grabbed her little brother’s arm and pulled him through her bedroom window. “If Daddy finds out, he’ll skin you alive.”
    
“Well, he ain’t gonna lests you tell him.” Jack hit the floor with a thump. “Man, I’m glad to be home.”
    
Meg’s eyebrows rose. “That’s sure new. Mama says you stay gone as much as you can get away with these days.”
   
“Yeah, I guess.” Jack kicked at the edge of the rag rug beside his sister’s bed. “If I’d known you was coming home, I’d of stayed around.”
   
“Nice to know you haven’t gone completely wild.”
    
Jack grinned at Meg and winked. “Not yet, but you never know. It could happen any day now. At least that’s what Mama says.” As he picked a thorn out of his elbow, he became quietly thoughtful. His words turned halting when he spoke again. “Meg, you ain’t gonna believe what me and Zeke seen at the sinkhole.”


What exciting story are you working on next?
Here is the blurb for my WWII work in progress tentatively entitled Assignment: Casablanca.

Casablanca, 1943. The city is a viper’s nest of double agents and spies. Nonetheless, preparations are underway at the Anfa Hotel for the first Allied conference of the war. The success of the conference, moreover the outcome of the war itself, may hang on OSS Officer Kurt Heinz completing his next mission, but he is increasingly torn between duty and the army nurse who needs his help. Lieutenant Sarah Barrett, R.N. is given a coded message by a mysterious patient who dies with Kurt’s name on his lips, sucking her into a vortex of danger and intrigue. When Sarah’s apartment is ransacked and her roommate disappears, the one person who can help is Kurt, a man with too many secrets to be trusted.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
When I was about halfway through my first, and as yet unpublished, work of historical fiction, I began to feel like publication might be possible. No real reason for such optimism other than I was enjoying the act of creating so much. History has always been a passion of mine, but writing fiction is so much more fun and freeing than writing academic papers!

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I am lucky enough to be able to organize my time as I wish and as family needs allow. In addition to writing, I volunteer in our arts community and with my church. At times, I work for the school district. I also sing with the Texas Master Chorale. I manage to stay busier than I sometimes want.

On days when I’m writing, I usually start as soon as I’ve cleared emails and other business, then I write until I get to a logical stopping place. Sometimes it’s noon, sometimes it’s midnight.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
This is more of a life quirk because it applies to more than writing. I seem to have a major case of ADD, but not of the type that prevents concentration. My situation is just the opposite. When I am focused on something, you could set off a bomb and I wouldn’t notice. Great for getting writing done in any environment, but not so great when the hubby wants attention!

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Oh my, so many things: cowboy (I was a major tomboy), singer (now my avocation), architect (still love to play with house plans), archeologist (cave paintings, yes!), historian (earned a BA in it), park ranger (national parks are my fav vacation spots) - sort of ran the gamut.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
I would like to offer aspiring authors some advice that I had to learn the hard way: be kind to yourself. We writers face a lot of rejection. It comes in many forms. This can create in us an internal critic that spews forth a constant stream of negative self-talk. Do yourself a favor. As long as you have done everything possible to be the best writer you are capable of being, then get rid of the internal critic and its negative self-talk. Turn it off; kill it off; do what you must. You are being kind to yourself and that is great for the creativity.


Thanks, Linda! Readers, don't forget to comment if you'd like a chance at the gift card!