Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Interview with paranormal mystery author M. Ryan Seever

Today's guest is paranormal mystery author M. Ryan Seaver. She's doing a virtual book tour for her novel, No Bad Deed.

During the virtual tour with Goddess Fish Promotions, M. Ryan will be giving away a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card to a randomly drawn winner. To be entered to win, use the form below. And to increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit her other tour stops and enter there, too.
  
Welcome M. Ryan. Please tell us a little bit about yourself.
I was raised in Rochester, New York, in a house that was constantly full of writers. On nights when my parents and their friends were holding court in our living room, I would practice the fine art of evading the little kids in the next room, setting up camp among the grown-ups, and being quiet long enough that they would forget I was there, and that it was past my bedtime. All my best dirty jokes were picked up this way.

I studied theatre performance at Northeastern University, where I spent a little time onstage, and a lot of time reading plays. I fell in love with Sam Shepard, Arthur Miller, and Nicky Silver. Exposed to plays day in and day out, I honed my ear for dialogue, and learned firsthand that if the writing doesn’t ring true, no amount of brilliant acting would make it right. I wrote my first play (terrible, melodramatic, with characters whose names did absolutely nothing to mask the real people they were based on). I showed it to no one. It’s probably still on my computer somewhere.

In my life before Brimstone, I’ve worked as a telemarketer (I’m sorry) administrative assistant, waiter (badly, briefly), clerk and occasional story-time reader in a children’s bookstore, and professional hawker of everything from magazine subscriptions to national television advertising. I was better with magazines. I now live in Chicago with the love of my life, and my snarling, seven-toed demon-cat, Clara. No Bad Deed is the first book in the John Arsenal mystery series.

Please tell us about your current release.
No Bad Deed is set in Brimstone, a city we know better as Hell. Brimstone is actually a city quite like the cities we are used to, only much, much worse, and it’s inhabited entirely by the worse scum of the earth. In Brimstone, the damned arrive without any memory of who they were before they died, which is a problem for our hero. John Arsenal would like to think of himself as a generally decent person, but of course knows that he must have done something terrible while he was still alive in order to end up in Hell. John is approached by Mireille, a beautiful woman who claims that she can remember her life before Brimstone, and that she and John once knew each other. Mireille offers to tell John about who he once was and what he did, in exchange for his help finding Mireille’s missing sister, Sophie.

What inspired you to write this book?
Believe it or not, it came to me in my sleep! Or rather, I was almost asleep, just starting to drift off, in that place right before you’re really dreaming. And I just thought, “A detective in Hell. Yeah.” I popped out of bed to write it down, and that’s how the prologue was written: In the dark, in my apartment in Boston at 1am. John Arsenal’s voice was right there, fully developed, like I’d been writing him for years. I went back to bed and didn’t think much of it until the next morning when I read what I had, and thought, wow, I might really have something here. Interestingly enough, sleep has been a huge theme throughout this book, and in the next one as well. John, my protagonist, suffers from insomnia and nightmares, and sometimes if I’m really on a roll with John, I’ll pick up a bit of insomnia myself, something that I never really dealt with before this book. I’ll wake up at 3am and not be able to go back to bed until the scene I woke up thinking about gets written, or I’ll have a nightmare, and the next morning think, “That could work in the book.”


Excerpt from No Bad Deed:
I took the car on a drive through downtown Brimstone, watching the sky turn sulfur, then green, as billowing plumes of vapor veiled the light. It was evenings like this I wondered about the geography of our fair city. There was a sky over Hell, that much was obvious. But there was also the sensation that baby-shit green was not a natural color for a sky to be. And of course there was never any sun, just the constant radiating light and heat. When I first got off the boat I used to wonder about the physical location of this place that had a sky and a climate, but no sun and no moon, no seasons. I’ve since learned that worrying about that stuff doesn’t make a damn bit of difference, and that it’s best to do it as little as possible. Still. That sky never failed to put a sick, uncertain feeling into the pit of my stomach.

As I drove, Tent town stretched out alongside me, nothing but bleached-out A-frames draped with sheets and tarps as far as the eye could see. I took a left and found myself in an obnoxiously artsy part of the city called Millville, where the resident frustrated artists and actors had turned the skeletons of ruined industrial buildings into a series of trendy clubs and improvised theater spaces. I pulled up in front of a bar called Virgil’s and killed the motor.


What exciting story are you working on next?
I’ve just finished the first draft of the next book in the John Arsenal series. This one is a serial killer mystery, which is particularly interesting because of course in Brimstone, everyone is already dead. But as it turns out, when you’re killed in Hell, there’s something even worse than death waiting on the other side. It was a lot of fun to be able to follow John into this new chapter, because of course he had to go through so much in No Bad Deed, some of those demons are still hanging around for him, and will be for quite some time.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
That’s such an interesting question, because I feel like a lot of writers suffer from a bit of imposter syndrome. A lot of writers who are very serious about their work but don’t yet do it full-time hesitate to call themselves writers, which I actually think is too bad, because that self-doubt is an impediment to being able to advocate for your own work. For me, I hit a point about halfway through No Bad Deed where I realized I had a plan. I knew where the book was heading, and I knew I could finish it. I was really proud of what I’d already created, and I knew the next thing I had to do was create a game-plan for how to get it out into the world. The moment I had that mission worked out was the moment I started to consider myself a writer. I started telling my husband I was working when I would lock myself away in the office to write, and I feel like owning that word, work, made a really big difference.

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 don’t yet write full time, but I’m extremely lucky in my day-job. I work remotely from my home, so if I have a great idea for the book, I don’t have a long commute between finishing my job and being able to sit down and write. I can simply open up my manuscript and go. I’ve found that that’s really important to me, being able to write whenever inspiration strikes. I know a lot of writers swear by a set writing schedule, but I’ve never been able to make that work for me. I need to be able to write whenever it feels good, which sometimes means writing at 3am, or taking 30 minutes in the middle of the day between working on something else. When I’m not writing, you’ll find me in the kitchen. In my other job I work for a cooking magazine, so I’m constantly finding new and exciting recipes I want to try out during my day.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I have a tendency to talk about my characters like they’re real people, which can sometimes creep people out if they don’t know me well. My husband will ask me how the writing went that day and I’ll say, “You know, not so great. John just wasn’t talking to me today,” or “Gavett did this crazy thing today that I never even thought of, but now it’s turned the whole book around.” I like to leave some of the movement of the story is in the characters’ hands, almost like I’m more of a stenographer. It’s a fun way to write, because it means that even though I’m writing the story, I can still be surprised by the things that happen.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Not a writer! My mother is actually a novelist as well, so I was constantly asked if I wanted to be a writer too, and I always said no, which I think was more of a kneejerk reaction than anything else. I changed my mind a lot about what I wanted to be as a younger kid, but as a teenager I finally settled on acting. I was in all the school musicals, and did acting camp during the summer. I ended up studying theater in Boston before I discovered that writing was my real love. I feel like I’m still acting, but in a different way. As a writer, I get to play all the parts as I’m writing the story. I get to play roles I would never be able to play in real life, which is a great feeling. I love being able to play some giant thug, or a really sinister bad guy.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
There is light in this world of Brimstone, as well as darkness. Something that became immediately apparent to me when I started writing John Arsenal is that he has a real sense of humor, even in this dark world. I don’t think people would necessarily associate humor with this type of story, and yet more than anything else, the thing that I hear from readers is that they love that John makes them laugh, and they love his friends, who tend to be a quirky, motley crew. It’s not all anguish and torment in Brimstone—there’s levity too.


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Monday, November 17, 2014

Interview with writer / poet Mariah E. Wilson

Today’s special guest is writer and poet, Mariah E. Wilson. I’m chatting with her about her new collection of poems published in the book, We Walk Alone.

Bio:
Mariah E. Wilson is a writer from beautiful British Columbia. She has been published in Thin Air Magazine, Every Day Poets, The Kitchen Poet, Literary Orphans and The Corner Club Press, for which she is also now the Poetry Editor. Her first poetry collection, We Walk Alone, was published by Writers AMuse Me Publishing.

Welcome, Mariah. What do you enjoy most about writing poems?
I love finding new ways to say things. I love playing with words and manipulating their meanings. Sound is fun, I like to play with that too. If I can find a new way to say something that I feel will connect with people, it’s a good day.

Can you give us a little insight into a few of your poems – perhaps a couple of your favorites?
There’s a little known fact about the poem “Candy” I wrote it based off a picture of myself. I’m the pot-bellied child in the blue swim suit (I’m not picking my nose in the picture though) My mom still has the picture somewhere, I remember seeing it a long time ago.

Dandelion Daydreams is one of my favorite poems of all time. It’s light and fun and a little surreal. I enjoyed writing it.

Of all the poems that I included I’m the most proud of The Myth of You. Writing that one really surprised me. It turned out far better than I expected it to. There’s an undertone of sadness in it that I never intended to inject, but it works, I think.

What form are you inspired to write in the most? Why?
I generally only write in free form. Sometimes I’ll whip up a quick haiku, but for the most part I stick to free form. I have written in other forms and I just find that I can best express myself if I have no restrictions.

What type of project are you working on next?
I’m actually working on several projects. I have completed two additional poetry collections. The first is called Lost in Translation and the poems in it are based on words from different languages that have no English translation. The second is yet untitled, but I drew my inspiration from user names I saw on Tumblr. I’m also working on four different novels at the moment. All are in the YA/NA genres.

When did you first consider yourself a writer / poet?
I first knew I wanted to be a writer when I was ten, but I didn’t consider myself one until much later, which is silly, to be frank. If you write, you are a writer. I wish I would have realized that sooner. I guess I first started to consider myself a writer in my early to mid twenties when I started connecting with other writers and started seeking publication.

How do you research markets for your work, perhaps as some advice for not-yet-published poets?
There are some great call for submission groups on Facebook. I used to use Duotrope, which is a fantastic site, but I haven’t since they started charging.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I’m not sure I have any writing quirks. Either I really don’t, or I have so many that I can’t recognize them anymore. If I had to answer, I’d say that my most interesting writing quirk relates to my novel writing. I am a pantser by nature. I write books by pantsing my way through about thirty thousand words and tossing my project in the garbage. I move onto something else and eventually I go back to my canned project with new perspective and new ideas. It seems when I do things that way, I’m able to produce a viable storyline, sometimes I even get through to the end of the story.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I really only ever wanted to be an author. There wasn’t ever any other career that held my interest. I toyed with the thought of doing other things, but nothing ever stuck.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
I’ll share the most crucial bit of knowledge about writing that I have.

You can’t go it alone. If you are a writer you need writer friends. You need people who understand how hard it is to get something from you brain down onto paper. You need friends who understand the agony and the ecstasy of the craft. One of the most essential things in a writers tool box, is other writers. If it were not for my writer friends (they know who they are) I probably would not still be writing.

Thanks, Mariah!

Friday, November 14, 2014

Book excerpt for romantic thriller Nowhere to Run by Jeanne Bannon

I’m happy to feature the romantic thriller, Nowhere to Run by Jeanne Bannon today.

Jeanne is doing a virtual book tour with Goddess Fish Promotions. During the tour, Jeanne will be awarding a $15 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card to a randomly drawn winner. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit her other tour stops and enter there, too!

Blurb about Nowhere to Run:
What’s a girl to do when she falls in love with the man whose mission it is to bring her down?

With the murder of her only sister, Sara, just a few months past, Lily Valier—a woman of beauty and substance—tops the sheriff’s list of suspects in small town Maine, and for a very good reason. Dear old Dad had willed his fortune to Sara and only Sara, leaving Lily to fend for herself. However, with no murder weapon or witnesses, the evidence against Lily is only circumstantial.

Enter P.I. Aiden O’Rourke, black-haired and blue-eyed, charged with gaining Lily’s trust and learning her secrets, all to finally get the goods on her. Things move fast and feelings run deep, yet when Lily discovers the truth about Aiden, everything begins to come apart.

Aiden’s torn. Despite his feelings for her, Lily is the most logical suspect, with a great big fat motive. Except something’s not quite right. Aiden trusts his instincts and they’re screaming at him to have a look at a former suspect with far more to hide than first appeared. With little left to lose, Lily decides to stand her ground, and staying put has its consequences when the murder weapon finally turns up—and it’s Lily’s gun.

What happens to love, when trust is betrayed?


Excerpt from Nowhere to Run:

The ghosts of those we love never leave us. They live on in our hearts but break them too, Lily thought as she flipped the sign on the door of the Higgstown Diner from “Open” to “Closed.” Then she sank wearily onto a stool at the counter, finally at the end of the workday. Now she could let loose the heaviness weighing her down. Hot tears stung her eyes and she let them. It was OK. There was no one around to witness her breakdown. She rested her head in her hands and heaved with sobs.

“Sara, please talk to me. Give me a sign you’re still around,” Lily said to the air. “I miss you so much.” More tears washed down her cheeks. It had been three months since her sister’s death, and there was still no escaping Sara’s ghost. Even the chipped Arborite counter where she now sat, with the wonky red upholstered stool that swiveled just a little too much to the right, brought back memories. Lily could see her older sister as plainly as if she were standing in front of her now, black hair piled high in a bun and that blue eye shadow she was so fond of. Lily smiled through her tears.

Sara had been a whiz at the grill, whipping up orders faster than Lily ever could. God, how long had the diner been a part of their lives? More than twenty-five years, she guessed. They were just kids when their mother, Nancy, bought the place—Lily, seven, and Sara, twelve.

A creak came from the back of the diner. Lily lifted her head to listen. Another small groan of the floorboards. Could Sara be giving her a sign?

“Sara?” Lily slid off the stool.

A tall, dark figure loomed in the doorway.

Lily froze, her heart near exploding. “What do you want?” she choked out in a thin voice.

He stepped nearer. “Open the register.” His voice was a deep whisper.

A balaclava hid his face; the seams of a dark gray coat strained over a thickly muscled physique. He aimed the gun in his right hand at her chest.

Her feet seemed rooted to the floor.

“I said, open the register.”

The man moved close enough for Lily to catch his scent—a mix of sweat and cheap aftershave. He shoved her forward, snapping her from her stupor, and followed as she made her way behind the counter to the cash register.

A glowing red light caught her attention. She hadn’t turned off the coffee maker! In one quick movement, Lily grabbed the pot’s plastic handle and launched the scorching brew at the woolen knit of the intruder’s balaclava. The gun landed with a thud between his booted feet as he clawed at the steaming mask plastered to his face.

Now was her chance. Lily shouldered past him to the front door. Her fingers, thick and clumsy with panic, fumbled as she tried in vain to turn the two deadbolt locks. She ordered herself to calm down. Take a breath. C’mon, you can do this, she told herself, but her heart jackhammered in her chest, and her ears pulsed with the rush of blood behind them.

Suddenly, a face appeared on the other side of the glass front door of the diner, sending Lily backward, nearly tripping over her own feet.

The stranger on the other side of the door took her in. A look of confusion flickered across his face. Then, as if coming back to himself, he yelled, “Hurry. Unlock the door!” The cold night air whipped his dark hair wildly around his face. His pale blue eyes locked on hers.

Panic had hijacked her brain. She didn’t know what to do. He could be an accomplice.


Author Bio and Links:
Jeanne Bannon has worked in the publishing industry for over twenty years, first as a freelance journalist, then as an in-house editor for LexisNexis Canada. She currently works as a freelance editor and writer and is represented by Karen Thomas of the Serendipity Literary Agency.

Jeanne’s debut novel, Invisible, is a young adult paranormal romance, published by Solstice Publishing and has recently been optioned for film. Invisible is an Amazon bestseller both domestically and internationally and continues to receive wonderful reviews.

Nowhere to Run is Jeanne’s latest novel released by Etopia Press. Nowhere to Run tells the story of Lily Valier, a woman of substance and beauty, and her dilemma when she falls in love with a man whose mission it is to bring her down.

Currently, Jeanne is finishing up work on her third novel, Dark Angel, a paranormal thriller.

When not reading or writing, Jeanne enjoys spending time with her daughters, Nina and Sara and her husband, David. She’s also the proud mother of two fur babies, a cuddly and affectionate Boston Terrier named Lila and Spencer, a rambunctious tabby, who can be a very bad boy.

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Thursday, November 13, 2014

Book excerpt for the thriller High Andes by Rolf Margenau

Today is a special feature for the new thriller, High Andes by Rolf Margenau.

During this virtual book tour with Goddess Fish Promotions, Rolf will be awarding a $25 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn winner. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase you chances of winning, feel free to visit his other tour stops and enter there, too!

Blurb about High Andes:
Wylie Cypher, suffering from a mid-life crisis, decides to challenge fading youth by taking a trekking vacation across the Cordillera Blanca (White Mountains) of the High Andes in Peru with his daughter, Mercy, just graduated from college. It is 1981.

While working with legal clients in Lima, he inadvertently acquires documents that contain explosive and damning evidence about the Peruvian government’s extreme interrogation techniques. He learns that something is amiss when police detain and torture him. He loses his little toe. A series of misunderstandings precipitate a heart-pounding chase across the high mountains as two sets of villains - government thugs and members of the communist guerrilla Sendero Luminoso – seek out the Cypher group with murderous intent. Combat in the thin air of the mountains, deceptions of numerous sorts, hairbreadth escapes, torture, action in underground caves populated with mummies, and unexpected plot twists fill the pages of this book.

It is in the United States’ national interest to observe the growing communist threat in its hemisphere, so C.I.A. agents are involved. While Wylie and his cohorts are running for their lives, the author also reports on international smuggling of historical artifacts, the fate of a 600-year-old child mummy, and the ancient spirit of the mountains, Pachamama.


Excerpt from High Andes:
Attack on the way to Namora

Two boys noticed the early morning arrival of the vehicles blocking the highway on the outskirts of Namora. They ran back to the highland village to announce the unwanted intrusion of the soldiers, which one of the village elders quickly relayed to the agents of the Sendero Luminoso looking for recruits. The boys and a few friends monitored the trucks and police car as a commander of the guerillas considered plans for their disposal.
           
High grasses in the meadows on either side of the roadway provided excellent cover. The young men in the village who intended to join the insurrection were enthusiastic about proving themselves against the detested military that treated them like dirt and beat them or worse for harboring revolutionary sentiments. Newly available grenade launchers bearing Cyrillic markings were appropriate for the contemplated assault. It would be a while, however, before the necessary armaments arrived. Some of the young men crawled through the tall grass to get a better look.
           
They saw two plumes of dust in the distance, which materialized into a pair of vintage pickup trucks that approached the roadblock. The trucks stopped, and a soldier using a crutch approached the first pickup. Almost immediately more soldiers jumped from the back of a truck and surrounded both pickups. A soldier yanked open the driver’s door of the first truck and forced the driver out and onto his knees on the ground. Two other people, one a young woman, were pulled from the other side and forced to kneel next to the driver. A man in the bed of the pickup was waved to the ground, where he sat, apparently mystified at the proceedings.
           
As the same scenario was repeated with the second pickup, a handful of Shining Path guerrillas joined the boys in the tall grass with two grenade launchers and enough rifles to pass around. The rifles smelled of Cosmoline. The grenade launchers resembled Thompson submachine guns from the thirties—stubby, oversize rifles with a circular magazine holding a dozen fat grenades. The guerrillas also carried olive-green satchels that held more ammunition for their weapons. The self-appointed squad leader crouched down in the grass and raised his binoculars to peer at the activities ahead through the waving grass. He tried to assess whether the people detained were friend or foe. Finally, he decided it did not matter—they were there to kill soldiers and police. If others got in the way, mala suerte. However, he was interested in the goings-on and decided to await further developments.


Author bio and links:
The author of Public Information has had a varied career. He has been a scrub nurse in an operating room, a professional photographer, a soldier during the Korean War, a correspondent for the Pacific Stars and Stripes, an attorney specializing in international corporate law, a volunteer executive running a not-for-profit dedicated to housing the homeless, a manager of large and small businesses and, lately, an author and Master Gardener.

He first published short stories as an English Major from Yale. Finding the double-digit pay for that work insufficient to support a wife and one and a half children, he went to law school in hopes of finding better paying work. Fortunately, that proved to be the case.  

When the author discovered that his wife kept all the 300 plus letters he wrote her from Korea, he decided to use that material as the basis for a novel about the Korean War. It was a story he had wanted to tell for many years.

Public Information is based on his experiences as NCO in charge of a combat Infantry Division Public Information (hence the title) Office in Korea. It tells the story of Wylie Cypher, a hapless young soldier who arrives in Korea in the midst of bloody combat.  Wylie manages to survive his sixteen-month tour of duty as Margenau recounts in gory, ribald, poignant and accurate detail. His adventures are recounted in military jargon and his sometimes abrasive involvement with the “Army way” describes the good, bad and incredible of life in the military. Along the way, Wylie manages to find and lose love.

Other veterans have found the story authentic and highly illustrative of the background and details of the Korean War. Publisher’s Weekly commented on the author’s ability to create a sense of time and place. During the summer of 2012, Public Information became an Amazon.com Kindle best seller.

Pistils and Poetry is the author’s second book. It is a compilation of Margenau’s favorite Elizabethan poems (Shakespeare, Marlowe, Donne, and numerous others) juxtaposed with the author’s photographs of flowers. It is a rich and engaging poetry book, enhanced and complimented by luscious photos of flowers. The book is considered as an elegant way to tease reluctant poetry readers into an appreciation of the beautiful sentiments and language of long ago masters of the English language.

Encouraged by the reception for his first novel, Margenau published Master Gardener, his second novel, in March 2013. It is a story that explores conflicts between the benefits of engineered crops and their potential for ecological disaster. Wylie Cypher, the hero of Public Information, is now seventy-five years old. He uses his life and legal experience to defend one of the women in his life, Anne Proctor, against the machinations of malevolent BIG AG.  Senior citizens band together as eco-terrorists to save the monarch butterfly, and Dick Geier, the ruthless and profane CEO of BIG AG, engages in corporate shenanigans that reflect current headlines. The story is set in Middletown, New Anglia, not too far from Philadelphia, and episodes along the Amazon River in Peru bracketed by episodes along the Amazon River in Peru..

Margenau's third novel, published in August 2014, is High Andes. The central narrative follows Wylie Cypher, in his mid-forties and suffering from a serious mid-life crisis, and his daughter, Mercy, as they try to elude various villains chasing them across the White Mountains of Peru. The story deals with armed insurrection by Maoist guerillas, smuggling ancient artifacts, “disappearances” of troublemakers, a five hundred year old child mummy, and the CIA.

Rolf Margenau lives in rural New Jersey with his wife, three dogs, a 1932 Chrysler convertible, and a flower garden favored by monarch butterflies. He is now working on his fourth novel. Tentatively titled National Parks, the story recounts what happens, in the near future, when Congress decides to nationalize America’s National Parks.


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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Interview with paranormal romance author Ash Krafton

Today’s warm welcome is extended to author Ash Krafton. She’s here to chat about her new paranormal romance, Words that Bind.

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Bio:
Ash Krafton is a speculative fiction author from northeastern Pennsylvania. Krafton’s first novel, Bleeding Hearts was published in 2012 as part of a three-book urban fantasy series The Books of the Demimonde (Pink Narcissus Press). An urban fantasy novella, Strangers at the Hell Gate, was published by Wild Rose Press in 2013. Her latest release, Words That Bind, won first place in the HeRA RWA “Show Me the Spark” 2013 competition; it is also available through Wild Rose Press as an October 2014 release.

Krafton also writes New Adult speculative fiction novels under the pen name AJ Krafton. Upcoming titles include The Heartbeat Thief, Face of the Enemy, and the award-winning Takin’ It Back. She is part of a YA/NA collective known as the Infinite Ink Authors.

In addition to novel-length fiction, Krafton enjoys writing poetry and short prose, some of which earned distinctions in various writing competitions. One of her poems was also nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She’s a proud member of Pennwriters, Romance Writers of America, and Pikes Peak Writers. Krafton is also a staff blogger for the Query Tracker Blog.

Welcome, Ash. Please tell us about your current release.
In Words That Bind, a social worker who specializes in emotional disturbances meets her most challenging case when a genie starts making appointments. This genie isn’t looking for counselling, however…he’s looking for his talisman, the same one that had bound him to King Solomon thousands of years ago. And he knows she has it. 

What inspired you to write this book?
My sister-in-law is a social worker and she is the model of professionalism. No matter what kind of screaming, ranting crazy I would feel like, she always had this calm, cool rational approach to my, ahem, concerns. I, on the other hand, am a tremendous goof. So I’m like, “Yeah, but what if a GENIE walked into your office? Huh? Huuuuuh?”

And then the book just bloomed from there.

I didn’t do it to torture her. If I had wanted to do that, it would have been a clown. But genies, she loves them. And I kind of love this one, too.

Excerpt from Words that Bind:
“So. You’ve destroyed a stereotype for me. A genie who lives in a library. Different.”

“When in Rome, no?” He stirred his cup before setting down the spoon with a light clink against the saucer. “Or, I suppose it is more accurate to say when in human form. When I am Burns, I prefer here.”

“Human form.” It didn’t sound right. Who said things like that, and meant it? “Can you change into anything you want? Any shape at all?”

He stretched out his legs and cocked his head, sliding his gaze up and away. “I suppose I could. I’m getting old and set in my ways. There’s this…” He swept his hands down the line of his body.

Her eyes were unable to keep from following, not even when he lingered over his midsection. Even lounging, his shirt was tightly tucked into his beltline. No belly fat there.

He tilted his head and gave her an upper-teeth smile, nibbling gently at his lower lip. “And apparently this form is pleasing to the eye, so I wear it often. But there are others. Tiger, a favorite. Savage and regal and the colors of flames in the night. Fearsome to behold, but very useful when dealing with physical conditions in which a human form may be outmatched. Plus, I can lash my tail.”

His voice took a teasing, conspirator’s tone. “I love my tail. You’d love it too, if you saw it.”

She trained her eyes firmly upon his. No way would she give him the pleasure of checking out his tail.


What exciting story are you working on next?
It’s a Victorian paranormal called The Heartbeat Thief. It’s a little bit Jane Austen, a little bit Edgar Allen Poe, and a whole lot of stealing heartbeats in order to stay young and beautiful forever. From the London season to the back alleys of Spitalfields, across the Channel and across the Pond…I’m having fun researching and reading and imagining and wondering how far my character will go to avoid Death. It’s a lot of fun.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
Since I was a kid. My mom still has newspaper clippings of things I’d written. I studied pharmacy in college, but managed to hang out in the Humanities department for six years anyway. It wasn’t until maybe ten years ago that I started writing again. First, I wrote strictly as a hobby, writing for fun in my free time. Slowly, stealthily, my intentions towards writing changed, and things got serious. I studied, I researched, I practiced, and I worked on my craft.

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’m still working retail pharmacy full-tie, and I’m an over-time mom—so I write on days off, in the mornings before work, and at the dojo when the kids are in martial arts class. I’ve written on airplanes and long, agonizing bus trips, at my desk and on the couch. My writing work day is not to be admired. It flies in the face of all that is good and decent.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I like to wear hats when I write. Weird, I know. And it has nothing to do with a “thinking cap” or any other witty description. I think it keeps me from playing with my hair.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
An English teacher. My seventh grade English teacher said DON”T YOU DARE. (Yes, she really did speak in all caps.) Although she’s actually read my books, I think she’s more relieved I went to pharmacy school.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
I’m so glad you all stopped by! I love connecting with readers and I’m so curious to know what you think about Words That Bind. My social worker had her hands full the moment a genie walked into her office, but she handled it with calm, cool, collectiveness. What character—in any book you’ve read—do you think would give her a run for her money?


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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Interview with medical thriller author Anthony J. Melchiorri

Today's special guest is Anthony J. Melchiorri. He's the author of the new medical conspiracy/thriller novel,The God Organ.

During his virtual book tour with Goddess Fish Promotions, Anthony will be awarding a $20 Amazon gift card to one (1) randomly drawn winner, and an autographed copy of The God Organ will be awarded to four (4) randomly drawn winners (US ONLY). To be entered for a chance to win one of these prizes, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit his other tour stops and enter there, too.

Bio:
Anthony J Melchiorri is a writer and biomedical engineer living in Maryland. He spends most of his time developing cardiovascular devices for tissue engineering to treat children with congenital heart defects when he isn't writing or reading.

Read more at http://anthonyjmelchiorri.com and sign up for his mailing list at http://bit.ly/ajmlist to hear about his latest releases and news.

Welcome, Anthony. Please tell us about your current release.
In The God Organ, a company has developed an artificial organ that gives its users near-immortality. But suddenly those same patients are dying. Inventor of the technology Preston Carter must discover what—or who—is responsible for causing the failure of these artificial organs. With the organ implanted in his own body, he must race to save the lives of hundreds of thousands before he’s killed by his own invention.

What inspired you to write this book?
Since Vernor Vinge popularized the concept of The Technological Singularity, there’s been quite a few discussions regarding the acceleration of technological progress and its potential repercussions on our society. Many technologists have questioned what happens when biotechnology becomes so advanced that people start living drastically longer lives and The God Organ is my stab at exploring those questions on a very personal level through a few different character’s whose lives have been drastically altered by biotechnology.

Excerpt from The God Organ:
Monica Wolfe sat in the Corner Street Bakery, sipping on a chai tea latte. The scent of freshly baked muffins and bread floated around the bakery, mingling with the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee. While the clatter of dishes and dripping coffee sounded from behind the counter, the morning patrons came and went quietly. Most everyone entered bundled in coats, a smattering of neutral grays, browns, and blacks, dripping with the snow that melted off their clothes. Low-hanging mist clung to the windows and fogged up the air outside as passing cars whipped up blusters of snow in their drafts.

The warmth of the latte crept into her fingers as she held the cup, combating the icy feelings that had followed her in from the streets. When a chilling blast of air followed another patron into the store, she scrutinized the new face.

Again, it wasn’t him.

She was sure he would show up, as he did most every day. And, today, she would risk everything. She would steal everything from him; she would steal the secrets of the LyfeGen Sustain, the god organ.


What exciting story are you working on next?
My next book is a sequel to another Sci-Fi Thriller I’ve published called Enhancement. In the sequel, a genetically manufactured cancer is spreading through Baltimore. As doctors and researchers struggle to identify a cure, it’s up to Christopher Morgan to use the skills he’s honed in crafting illegal genetic enhancements to develop a working treatment for the disease.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I’ve written stories for a long time but it wasn’t until after I took my first creative writing workshops at the University of Iowa that I considered myself a writer. Once I started making writing a daily habit just like my working out and running, I finally felt confident in calling myself a writer. That being said, I think I’ll always have more to learn and work on as I improve my craft—but that’s something any writer should continually be striving to do.

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?
By day, I’m finishing up my PhD in Bioengineering, which means I’m putting in full-time laboratory research. Every night, I make sure that I fit in writing at least one thousand words sometime between dinner, running, and going back to sleep before I take on another day of experiments and laboratory work. I find time by making time for writing; in other words, I prioritize it above any other hobbies, social events, or past-times. It can be grueling at times, but it’s something that I want to do and I think it’s worth making time for.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
As far as my writing process, I love to write while listening to Irish pub music. Not sure why, but those songs keep me fingers clacking against the keyboard. This may or may not be accompanied by a cold pint glass filled with my beverage of choice to better simulate a pub environment. Maybe it’s because I’m an extrovert by nature, so when I write, I like to be surrounded by other people or feel like there are others around. And of course, when I’m at home listening to my pub music, I eliminate the distractions of actually having to write around other people!

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Besides dreams of becoming an author, I always thought I’d be a veterinarian. As a child, I had every pet imaginable—ducks, snakes, turtles, geckos, salamanders, toads, frogs, fish, rats, hamsters, hermit crabs, dogs, and I’m probably forgetting some. I loved taking care of those animals and the bonds that I was able to create with them (okay, maybe not all of them. Hermit crabs aren’t super social.). In addition, my mother went back to school to become a registered nurse, and I perused her text books. Medical science fascinated me. So, I thought becoming a veterinarian would be a fitting combination of animals and medicine.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Thanks for having me on the blog! I’m a big fan of talking about both science and books. A good story can enable us to question the implications of our scientific progress and how our society might evolve as the pace of advancing technology increases. It’s a fascinating subject and if people want to join the conversation, they can join in at my facebook page (facebook.com/anthonyjmelchiorri) or follow me on twitter (twitter.com/tony_melchiorri).



Thanks, Anthony!

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Monday, November 10, 2014

Interview with literary fiction author Michael Hurley

Today’s visitor is literary fiction author Michael Hurley. Our focus is on his novel The Vineyard.

During his virtual book tour with Goddess Fish Promotions, Michael will be awarding a $50 Amazon or BN.com gift card to a lucky winner. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit his other tour stops and enter there, too!

Bio:
Michael Hurley and his wife Susan live near Charleston, South Carolina. Born and raised in Baltimore, Michael holds a degree in English from the University of Maryland and law from St. Louis University.

The Prodigal, Michael’s debut novel from Ragbagger Press, received the Somerset Prize for mainstream fiction and numerous accolades in the trade press, including Publishers Weekly, Kirkus Reviews, ForeWord Reviews, BookTrib, Chanticleer Reviews, and IndieReader. It is currently in development for a feature film by producer Diane Sillan Isaacs. Michael’s second novel, The Vineyard, is due to be released by Ragbagger Press in December 2014.

Michael’s first book, Letters from the Woods, is a collection of wilderness-themed essays published by Ragbagger Press in 2005. It was shortlisted for Book of the Year by ForeWord magazine. In 2009, Michael embarked on a two-year, 2,200 mile solo sailing voyage that ended with the loss of his 32-foot sloop, the Gypsy Moon, in the Windward Passage between Cuba and Haiti in 2012. That voyage and the experiences that inspired him to set sail became the subject of his memoir, Once Upon A Gypsy Moon, published in 2013 by Hachette Book Group.

When he is not writing, Michael enjoys reading and relaxing with Susan on the porch of their rambling, one-hundred-year-old house. His fondest pastimes are ocean sailing, playing piano and classical guitar, cooking, and keeping up with an energetic Irish terrier, Frodo Baggins.

About The Vineyard:
Ten years after college, three very different women reunite for a summer on Martha’s Vineyard. As they come to grips with various challenges in their lives, an encounter with a reclusive fisherman threatens to change everything they believe about their world—and each other.

Excerpt from The Vineyard:
Chapter 20

It was a question that would never have occurred to her mother or to any of her mother’s friends. Of course she would marry Tripp Wallace, they would say—or wouldn’t say, rather, because the subject would never come up. But if they were asked, they would be pained to explain what was self-evident. He met all the necessary criteria. He was from a well-respected family. He had gone to the right schools, as had his father and grandfather and great-grandfather before him. He had the right friends who had gone to the same schools and traveled in the same small circles. He was accomplished at the right sports—sailing in summer and skiing in winter—and he knew how to say and do the right things at the right moment in a way that bore testament, along with his good looks, to an obvious breeding. He was tall and well-formed and not overly bright or bookish or moody or sensitive. He would love Dory with fraternal affection and a benign indifference that would immunize him from the terrible angst that afflicts the lovelorn. There would be affairs, perhaps, but he could be relied upon to keep them discreet and meaningless, and there would be no brooding or melancholy or naval gazing in the wake of their discovery. New love would falter and stumble as it invariably does, but the business of marriage would march on. There would be no mid-life forays into the wild unknown, because he was not a curious man. His life had followed a well-worn path thus far, and he would stick to that path without the danger of navigational error that comes from needless reflection. He would lead a good life, not a well-examined life, and thereby make it possible for Dory to do the same. He and Dory would produce tall, lithe, gorgeous, tow-headed children and grandchildren who, on their way to fulfilling their central role as heirs to the family’s fortune and curators of its legacy, would by their laughter and playfulness banish the awful silence that would otherwise creep into their marriage, like a pestilence.

© 2014 by M. C. Hurley. All rights reserved.


Do you ever read your stories out loud?
Yes. I often read my writing out loud to see how it flows. I generally don’t read aloud for pleasure.

What are your future ambitions?
I have learned, at this stage of my life, to be careful what I wish for. So, I have no particular grand ambitions other than to enjoy life, to appreciate the present, to write good books, to play a little music, and to help others who might need me as best I can.

Tell us about your latest release.
The Vineyard is literary fiction about three women in their early thirties, former college roommates, who are all wounded in some way and decide to reunite for a summer on Martha’s Vineyard. As they come to grips with the challenges and crises in their lives, their encounter with a reclusive poacher known only as “the fisherman” threatens to change everything they believe about their world—and each other.

What have you got coming soon for us to look out for?
The Prodigal, my debut novel published in 2013, has been optioned for film by a producer. She is exploring development of the book as s feature film. 

What song would you choose for Karaoke?
None. I’m really not much of a singer. However, I do enjoy singing the Star Spangled Banner.

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