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The Cellophane Queen: 'Cause you can look right through me, Walk right by me and never know I'm there...
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Scotch Broom Goes to Print
This happened quicker than I thought. I was shooting for a New Year's release on Amazon, but time, tide, and CreateSpace wait for no man. Scotch Broom is the third book in the Witches of Galdorheim series. I've put the whole series in paperback on sale for $5.99 each. That's an ebook price for a paperback. Soon, I'll have to raise the price, so take advantage before each book costs a couple of bucks more.
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Thursday, December 27, 2012
I've Got a Shot at #1
MIDNIGHT OIL could actually get 1st place in the Preditors/Editors Poll if a few more folks voted for it. Polls open until mid-January. Yes, it's a hassle because the site is slower than mud. On the positive side, the anti-SPAM entry is easier since it uses a book cover and you only have to find the author's name. I know how you all hate those random letters and numbers. You also need to confirm your vote when you receive an email from critters.org. Here's the link to the Childrens Novel category:http://critters.org/predpoll/novelchildrens.shtml
Here's a little information about MIDNIGHT OIL.
Book 2 of the Witches of Galdorheim series, MIDNIGHT OIL is available in ebook and print. Both editions are bargain priced right now: $1.99 for the ebook, $5.99 for print.
Logline:
Shipwrecked on a legendary island, how can a witch rescue her boyfriend if she can’t even phone home?
Blurb:
Kat is a nervous wreck waiting for her boyfriend's first visit to her Arctic island home. He doesn't show up, so she's sure he’s given her the brushoff.
When she learns he’s disappeared, she sets out on a mission to find him. Things go wrong from the start. Kat is thrown overboard during a violent storm, while her brother and his girlfriend are captured by a mutant island tribe. The mutants hold the girlfriend hostage, demanding the teens recover the only thing that can make the mutants human again–the magical Midnight Oil.
Mustering every bit of her Wiccan magic, Kat rises to the challenge. She invokes her magical skills, learns to fly an ultralight, meets a legendary sea serpent, rescues her boyfriend, and helps a friendly air spirit win the battle against her spiteful sibling. On top of it all, she’s able to recover the Midnight Oil and help the hapless mutants in the nick of time.
Kindle on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006UTL54A
Print on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1481226851
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Review - Persephone Cole Mystery
Persephone Cole and the Christmas Killings Conundrum by Heather HavenMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
I've read all of Heather Haven's Alvarez Family mysteries and really enjoyed the series. When I saw she's come up with another woman sleuth, I had to have it.
Set in the 40s, it's everything the hard-boiled PI books delivered, plus a lot more humor from the savvy Percy Cole.
An elf buys a one-way ticket to the Santa's Workshop in the sky. The frivolous rich girl's fancy handbag is a dead giveaway of who did in the elf.
Okay, the elf is really a dwarf who happens to be working the Santa's Workshop store for kids down the street. But what was he doing in the window of the jewelry store with a bullet in him? What's more every finger points to the jewelry store owner's step-daughter. He hire Percy to prove his daughter's innocence (he loves her like she was his own). Percy takes the case and discovers the dark family secrets that led up to the death of the elf...and then an angel.
Who has it out for Santa's helpers? Percy is on the job.
Really, folks. You'll love this book.
I reserve 5 stars so I have some wiggle room in reviews. If not for that hard and fast (sort of) rule, I'd definitely give Persephone Cole the full five stars.
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Sunday, December 23, 2012
Excerpt - Ultimate Duty (SFR)
Today's excerpt is from a science fiction novel published by Eternal Press. It's Space Opera, so don't be looking for big thinking. Like Star Trek, it does deal with future social issues based on today's growing power of mega-corporations. It's easy to follow a line into the future where all of us governed by an interplanetary corporation. It's also easy to believe the corp's in charge of everything wouldn't be particular beneficent. This is an old-time SF plot with good company in many very well-known dystopian genres of the 20th Century: 1984, Brave New World, a lot of Phillip K. Dick's books (Blade Runner, Total Recall, the entire Alien series, and, of course, Firefly.
ULTIMATE DUTY
Kindle Ebook ($6.69) and Print on Amazon ($13.46)
Facing a life of drudgery on a repressive factory planet, Remy Belieux longs to escape. Her only option for release is to enlist in the Space Service, becoming a soldier for her own world’s oppressors.
She receives her first assignment: guarding a charismatic rebel leader being transported to a prison planet. When rebel troops surprise them, Remy fails to thwart the ambush. Despite a commendation from her Captain, she feels she must redeem herself by recapturing the handsome fugitive.
Shocked by what she learns during the pursuit–her own family’s past involvement in the rebellion–Remy faces a dilemma: remain loyal to the oath she swore as a soldier or join the rebel cause and condemn herself to a death sentence for treason. What is her ULTIMATE DUTY?
Excerpt
Remy and Garrett arrived at the outer wall path that led to the dock ports. Remy hoped at least one shuttle was still attached to the station. She dropped to the floor and peered down the slope of the passageway. Two guards stood at the entrance to bay 5. Luckily, they faced the opposite direction. Remy slid back and pointed silently, then held up two fingers. Garrett nodded and pointed left and then at himself. Remy nodded.
With no way to get any closer unseen, they must use speed instead. Both stepped back a couple of paces, so they’d hit the corner at full tilt. A nod from Garrett, and they sprinted through the twenty meters separating them from the guards. One guard turned to look only when Remy and Garrett were close enough to attack. The guard yelled, "Halt!" as he raised the barrel of his blaster. The second guard turned with a confused expression and didn’t manage to raise his own weapon before Remy reached him.
Remy felt her mind and body slip into fighting mode. Time slowed for her and she noted every detail of the guard’s stance. She leaped high in the air, her legs coiled like springs. The second guard finally lifted his rifle but never had the chance to fire. Remy drove both feet into his abdomen, slamming him against the wall with the force of her strike. In the low gravity she landed easily on her feet crouched and ready. She crossed her arms against her torso, grabbing the guard’s belt with her left hand and prepared to strike with her right. The man’s eyes widened when Remy’s backhand arced toward him. The force of the blow across his jaw sent him tumbling to the floor.
She glanced over at Garrett and saw he had already disabled the other guard, now curled on the floor moaning. Garrett kicked him in the head with an almost gentle tap. The connection of his shod foot on the guard’s temple did the job, knocking the man unconscious.
Garrett walked over to Remy’s guard and bent down. He pressed two fingers against the side of the man’s neck. "Good. He’ll live."
"If I wanted him dead, he’d be dead," Remy snarled.
ULTIMATE DUTY
Kindle Ebook ($6.69) and Print on Amazon ($13.46)
She receives her first assignment: guarding a charismatic rebel leader being transported to a prison planet. When rebel troops surprise them, Remy fails to thwart the ambush. Despite a commendation from her Captain, she feels she must redeem herself by recapturing the handsome fugitive.
Shocked by what she learns during the pursuit–her own family’s past involvement in the rebellion–Remy faces a dilemma: remain loyal to the oath she swore as a soldier or join the rebel cause and condemn herself to a death sentence for treason. What is her ULTIMATE DUTY?
Excerpt
Remy and Garrett arrived at the outer wall path that led to the dock ports. Remy hoped at least one shuttle was still attached to the station. She dropped to the floor and peered down the slope of the passageway. Two guards stood at the entrance to bay 5. Luckily, they faced the opposite direction. Remy slid back and pointed silently, then held up two fingers. Garrett nodded and pointed left and then at himself. Remy nodded.
With no way to get any closer unseen, they must use speed instead. Both stepped back a couple of paces, so they’d hit the corner at full tilt. A nod from Garrett, and they sprinted through the twenty meters separating them from the guards. One guard turned to look only when Remy and Garrett were close enough to attack. The guard yelled, "Halt!" as he raised the barrel of his blaster. The second guard turned with a confused expression and didn’t manage to raise his own weapon before Remy reached him.
Remy felt her mind and body slip into fighting mode. Time slowed for her and she noted every detail of the guard’s stance. She leaped high in the air, her legs coiled like springs. The second guard finally lifted his rifle but never had the chance to fire. Remy drove both feet into his abdomen, slamming him against the wall with the force of her strike. In the low gravity she landed easily on her feet crouched and ready. She crossed her arms against her torso, grabbing the guard’s belt with her left hand and prepared to strike with her right. The man’s eyes widened when Remy’s backhand arced toward him. The force of the blow across his jaw sent him tumbling to the floor.
She glanced over at Garrett and saw he had already disabled the other guard, now curled on the floor moaning. Garrett kicked him in the head with an almost gentle tap. The connection of his shod foot on the guard’s temple did the job, knocking the man unconscious.
Garrett walked over to Remy’s guard and bent down. He pressed two fingers against the side of the man’s neck. "Good. He’ll live."
"If I wanted him dead, he’d be dead," Remy snarled.
* * *
Friday, December 21, 2012
Excerpt - Mixed Bag: Supersized (Adult Material)
Both books are available in ebook and print editions.
Mixed Bag (print $5.39) and Smashwords FREE ebook
Mixed Bag II: Supersized (print $5.99) and Smashwords 99 cent ebook
I decided to excerpt one of the stories and wanted to showcase something outside my usual genres of fantasy and science fiction. I have not had a horror novel published, so that's the genre I chose. I hope you'll enjoy this little bit of nastiness.
**** WARNING: MATURE SUBJECT MATTER ****
The Hunter
Horror
Originally published in “Weirdly, Volume 1” from WildChild Publishing
He glanced up and down the dark street and saw no one. Shrugging the overcoat’s collar higher up his neck, he slipped into the shadowed alleyway. Once hidden from prying eyes, he took the mask from his pocket and put it on, adjusting it to ensure that he could see. The cool, but clear night improved his chances of finding prey.
He leaned back against the rough brick wall. And waited.
His thoughts wandered to the delights he would soon partake. The wide-eyed fear, the mouth gaping open to scream just as he crushed the lips against the teeth. Blood flowing between his fingers would be a pleasing touch. He mused about some kind of wrapping with sharp edges for his hands, perhaps gloves with barbed wire. Embedded glass would be too difficult to attach.
The sharp rap of high heels broke his reverie, and he pressed closer to the shadowed wall.
Yes, tight skirt practically exposing her buttocks, low-cut blouse plunging down to her artificially enhanced cleavage. Open-toed shoes. Just what I wanted. And, so soon. A bonus.
He stepped forward and with practiced ease wrapped his arm around her neck and pushed his palm against the bright red lips. The struggle was good. She writhed, and he heard her rasping in an attempt to breathe around his hand. Three fingers across the mouth with thumb and forefinger pinching her nostrils shut. He’d worked long and hard to make this move work every time. The effort paid off; her heaving body slumped against his.
Closed his eyes and shuddered. Too soon, too soon.
Gritting his teeth to slow his pounding pulse and quiet his lust, he dragged the near limp body deeper into the dark alley. Holding still, he waited for the chest to quit heaving, seeking air. He laid the body down almost tenderly and drew the scalpel from its hiding place. Slipping its edge under the top button of her blouse, with a twitch of his wrist, the button flew away into the darkness.
Work slowly. No need to rush. Savor every moment. He sighed. It took so little time these days; he’d become too practiced at his art.
Maybe something different? Should I start at the bottom, just for variety’s sake?
Kneeling beside her, his gaze roamed down her legs to her feet. Smooth. White. Red toenails. Perfect. He lifted the edge of the short skirt, exposing lacy red panties.
Crotchless. How crude.
Using the scalpel with finesse, he sliced open the skirt and the panties. His eyes caressed her shaved pubes, and he imagined her dressed in a schoolgirl’s outfit.
Plaid skirt and a white blouse.
He sighed again and pressed the scalpel down just above her slit. He started to cut upwards on her soft belly.
An arm wrapped around his neck and snapped his head backwards. Twisting to look down at the whore’s face, he couldn’t quite make it out. She was no longer lying flat on the ground, but sitting up with a strong forearm around his throat.
He dropped the scalpel and tried to raise his hands, hoping that would be enough for her to let him go, to run away. Instead, she pulled him up and his feet no longer touched the filthy cement of the alley. Held up by his neck, he gasped, trying to draw air into his lungs. The grip on his neck was too tight–lack of air turned his vision red and he felt his eyes bulge. The last thing he heard was a howl close by his ear. A howl that would turn blood cold. A howl calling a pack to fresh meat.
HAPPY END OF THE WORLD!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Happy Chrihanakudwanzathesaturnash
Tis the season, as they say. Say what? Yeah, I made up that combo-holiday greeting. Covers just about everything celebratory throughout the winter doldrums. So, no matter what persuasion you follow, there's got to be something to brighten the soggy/cold season.
Christmas: A usurpation of the mid-winter Saturnalia Festival. St. Patrick was big on keeping the frolicking holidays, but bending them to his own purpose. Historical records seem to place the actual birth of Jesus in March or April. Facts don't get in the way of the commercial spending binge that starts on Thanksgiving (in the USA). All hail the Almighty (dollar/euro/pound/yen).
Saturnalia: The Romans liked mid-winter to celebrate something, so Saturn got the festival. This one was usurped for the Christmas myth. Don't get all twisted. Christmas is not a celebration for Jesus. It's a way to get the Pagans to sign up.
Besides Saturn, other pagan dieties are celebrated for much the same reason. Mithra, Horus, Zeus, even Hercules. Christians didn't steal the celebration until 400 AD. Historical accounts have Christ born in the spring, but that would have interfered with the theft of Oestra, the spring festival of fertility.
Hanakkuh: Festival of Lights for those of the Judaic persuasion. Probably irritated by the Christians trying to usurp this general time period. The Jews should really try to keep their holiday separate from Christmas, so as to not besmirch their own observance. Anyone want a hanakkuh bush?
Kwanzaa: Created in 1966, Kwanzaa was made up by a California guy to highlight African-American culture. Cool thought, but I'd just as soon we'd say: "What? Obama is black? Wow, I didn't know that." Keeping separate ensures separateness. Hey! Doesn't that look like a Menorah?
Ashura is an Islamic holy day observed on the 10th of the Islamic month of Muharram. That's November 24th this year so I hope you got your Ashura shopping done in time!. Shi'ite Muslims regard it as a major festival marking the martydom of the Prophet's grandson, Hussein. It's a more solemn holiday involving fasting and re-enactments of the martyrdom. This doesn't sound like a lot of fun, so I imagine November 15th, Al-Hijira, the Islamic New Year, is more festive. Marks the migration of the Prophet Mohammad and his followers from Mecca to Medina. Uh, yeah. Don't Muslims have any fun at all?
Atheist/Agnostic/Pastafarian: The godless like holidays as much as the next person. They just don't have an official date for the FSM's birth celebration. FSM, you ask? Flying Spaghetti Monster has become the avatar for folks that think the FSM is just as realistic as any other god.
So, whatever you celebrate around this time of year, enjoy, be happy, and don't drink too much (not a problem with the Muslims).
Besides Saturn, other pagan dieties are celebrated for much the same reason. Mithra, Horus, Zeus, even Hercules. Christians didn't steal the celebration until 400 AD. Historical accounts have Christ born in the spring, but that would have interfered with the theft of Oestra, the spring festival of fertility.
Atheist/Agnostic/Pastafarian: The godless like holidays as much as the next person. They just don't have an official date for the FSM's birth celebration. FSM, you ask? Flying Spaghetti Monster has become the avatar for folks that think the FSM is just as realistic as any other god.
So, whatever you celebrate around this time of year, enjoy, be happy, and don't drink too much (not a problem with the Muslims).
Saturday, December 15, 2012
On Flowers and Thorns Blog Today
I'm visiting on Lorrie Struiff's Flowers and Thorns blog today. I hope you'll stop by to leave a comment. Lorrie is new at this blogging business, so she's really pleased when folks visit her blog.
I'm feature...what else...Witches of Galdorheim series. The first two books are now in print. They're available on Amazon at the introductory absolutely rock-bottom price of only $5.99 for a paperback. They're great gifts for your tween to 14 year old fantasy reader. When they get just a bit too old for toys, then books are the best gift to give them.
About Lorrie
Lorrie lives in West Mifflin, PA, thirty minutes from downtown Pittsburgh. She lives at home with her favorite toy—a computer.
Once a gold medalist teacher/manager for a big-name ballroom dance studio she has retired and now enjoys the quiet life of writing and watching TV. But she loves to have lunches with local authors to keep abreast of the challenging world of publishing.
Lorrie writes in many genres so you never know what she will come out with next. She never wants to bore her readers and enjoys the thrill of entertaining them by writing a good story.
Lorrie's books include:
Call on the Dead Club (hilarious!)
A Heap of Trouble (western humorous romance)
Gypsy Blood (paranormal detective)
Wild Blackberries (paranormal)
and a bunch of short stories
Find out more on her blog.
I'm feature...what else...Witches of Galdorheim series. The first two books are now in print. They're available on Amazon at the introductory absolutely rock-bottom price of only $5.99 for a paperback. They're great gifts for your tween to 14 year old fantasy reader. When they get just a bit too old for toys, then books are the best gift to give them.
About Lorrie
Lorrie lives in West Mifflin, PA, thirty minutes from downtown Pittsburgh. She lives at home with her favorite toy—a computer.
Once a gold medalist teacher/manager for a big-name ballroom dance studio she has retired and now enjoys the quiet life of writing and watching TV. But she loves to have lunches with local authors to keep abreast of the challenging world of publishing.
Lorrie writes in many genres so you never know what she will come out with next. She never wants to bore her readers and enjoys the thrill of entertaining them by writing a good story.
Call on the Dead Club (hilarious!)
A Heap of Trouble (western humorous romance)
Gypsy Blood (paranormal detective)
Wild Blackberries (paranormal)
and a bunch of short stories
Find out more on her blog.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Excerpt - Scotch Broom
Continuing my excerpt series in the hopes of tempting some buys. Great deal on Amazon at $1.99 for the Kindle edition.
SCOTCH BROOM (Book 3: Witches of Galdorheim)
A magical trip to Stonehenge lands a witch in the Otherworld where an ancient goddess is up to no good.
Kat expects to have a great time on her graduation trip to Stonehenge. However, from the moment she leaves the witches’ arctic island, Galdorheim, she gets in nothing but trouble. Her younger half-brother tries to horn in on her trip, she gets lost in the magical Otherworld realm, is led astray by a supposed friend, then she has to confront a Scottish goddess who’s fallen on hard times.
While dodging the goddess’ minions and trying to find her way out of the Otherworld, Kat soon learns she shouldn’t underestimate the old has-been for one second; the crone still has a few tricks that can drain a witch’s magic in a flash. To make matters worse, Kat's brother secretly followed her into the Otherworld. Now he’s in danger too. Kat has to go one on one with the goddess to save herself and her brother.
MuseItUp Publishing (all formats ebook) $5.50
CoffeeTime Romance (all formats ebook) on sale for only $3.30
Amazon Kindle (best deal for Kindle format) $1.99
Excerpt
Kat spotted Cait Sidhe angling backward to the same spot where Sianach and Cusith were converging. Frustrated by the soggy muck, Kat could only slog slowly across the swamplands. As she neared her three companions, she spotted a pond. About twenty feet across, it was bigger than most of the scattered pools sprinkling the bogs. Tall grassy bunches topped with white, feathery tufts hid much of the pond from view. When Kat finally came near enough to see the surface, she stopped to stare.
SCOTCH BROOM (Book 3: Witches of Galdorheim)
A magical trip to Stonehenge lands a witch in the Otherworld where an ancient goddess is up to no good.
Kat expects to have a great time on her graduation trip to Stonehenge. However, from the moment she leaves the witches’ arctic island, Galdorheim, she gets in nothing but trouble. Her younger half-brother tries to horn in on her trip, she gets lost in the magical Otherworld realm, is led astray by a supposed friend, then she has to confront a Scottish goddess who’s fallen on hard times.While dodging the goddess’ minions and trying to find her way out of the Otherworld, Kat soon learns she shouldn’t underestimate the old has-been for one second; the crone still has a few tricks that can drain a witch’s magic in a flash. To make matters worse, Kat's brother secretly followed her into the Otherworld. Now he’s in danger too. Kat has to go one on one with the goddess to save herself and her brother.
CoffeeTime Romance (all formats ebook) on sale for only $3.30
Amazon Kindle (best deal for Kindle format) $1.99
Excerpt
Kat spotted Cait Sidhe angling backward to the same spot where Sianach and Cusith were converging. Frustrated by the soggy muck, Kat could only slog slowly across the swamplands. As she neared her three companions, she spotted a pond. About twenty feet across, it was bigger than most of the scattered pools sprinkling the bogs. Tall grassy bunches topped with white, feathery tufts hid much of the pond from view. When Kat finally came near enough to see the surface, she stopped to stare.
Two horses sloshed in the pool. Sunk up
to their hocks in the water, they struck at each other with raised
forelegs. Strangely, neither horse whinnied or screamed, but the
sounds of their huffing breath made it clear they were both near
exhaustion. One horse was sky blue, the other snow white. Kat looked
harder and thought she saw...yes! A horn grew from the white horse’s
forehead. A unicorn! A smile spread across her face before a scowl of
concern quickly replaced it. Blood ran down the unicorn’s neck,
splashing into the scummy, green pond water turning it a noxious
brown.
The two creatures, their muscles
rippling, hooves slinging the muck into the air, appeared to be
matched in strength. Steamy breaths came out in blasts from the blue
horse’s dilated nostrils. Kat lifted first one leg then the other
out of the mire, only to have them sucked down again. Now up to her
knees, she could hardly move at all. She’d lost one shoe somewhere
along the way and would have to spell another up as soon as she
figured out what to do about the battling beasts.
Kat reached out
with her thoughts, trying to break into the mind of either the
unicorn or the blue horse, but hit the same frustrating wall blocking
her ability to read animal thoughts. Then, she heard something in her
head.
“Help me!”
It was the unicorn pleading for aid. For a moment, Kat was puzzled.
She had not been able to hear the thoughts of the other creatures in
the Otherworld. She felt the sincerity in the plea and had to help
the unicorn.
The edge of the
pond had a raised bank, which kept the water from streaming across
the bogs. Kat glanced around but couldn’t see anything to use as a
weapon. Pulling her legs out of the muck, she climbed atop the small
berm. When the battle moved her direction, she bent her knees and
jumped as far as she could. Grabbing the long mane of the blue horse,
she pulled herself forward and slung both arms around its powerful
neck. At first, she thought she had him when his head ducked toward
the water. Her grip didn’t last long.
The blue horse reared back on its hind
legs, but Kat held on, her body whipping back and forth under the
horse’s neck. When its forelegs came down hard, her hold slipped.
Plunging toward the water, her stomach knotted, and she held her
breath. But when her feet hit the bottom the water was not quite
waist deep. She fell backward onto her rear end with her head just
above the surface. Kat let out her breath in relief...until she
looked up into a wide-opened mouth full of black teeth surrounded by
a flash of blue. It lunged at her head. She tensed her shoulders and
brought her arms to cover her face in a feeble attempt to protect
herself.
The unicorn had jumped backward when
Kat launched herself at the blue horse. Now it lunged forward with
its head down, its spiral horn pointed at the breast of the blue
horse. The blue reared, barely avoiding the unicorn’s attack.
Kat risked a glance while she struggled
to stand. She saw Sianach, Cusith, and Cait Sidhe were all standing
around the pond, looking on with interest, but doing nothing.
“Why don’t you help?” she
screamed at them.
“Who would you
have us help?” asked Sianach with a mild tone.
“Me,” Kat
yelled.
Cusith jumped
into the pond and slogged his way through the shallow water to her
side. “Grab hold, and I’ll get you out.” Kat clutched his neck
and pulled herself to her feet. Looking around, she saw that the two
horses stood still at opposite sides of the pool, their heads down,
sides heaving.
“What is this?
I cannot believe you, you people!
All I wanted was to take my Winter Abroad. But could it be that
simple? No! Instead, I get a bunch of gladiator animals all intent on
proving whose attitude is bigger! What is wrong with you...you...see!
I don’t even know what to call you!” She waded ashore holding
Cusith’s fur to keep herself upright.
Sianach laughed
his bugling, grunting laugh. “Not an attitude comparison at all.
These two are quite intent on killing each other.”
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Notice of Price Hike Coming
Okay, this is really pissy sounding, but I am getting weary of trying to find people to read my books, much less buy them. They're good little books at an affordable price. My writing ability far exceeds my marketing skill. Seeing what sells, it's quite clear that the former is far more important than the latter.
Since nobody is taking advantage of my 99 centers on Amazon, I'm resetting the prices on my Kindle books back to $2.99.
However, I'm leaving the Smashwords price at 99 cents for anybody who's interested in a bargain ebook. Eventually, Amazon will complain that I'm undercutting their price elsewhere, and I'll have to match the $2.99 on Smashwords. Take advantage while you can. Here are a bunch of stocking stuffers for only 99 cents each. One is even free. All ebook formats are available.
Marva Dasef Ebooks on Smashwords
Some of my ebooks aren't available on Smashwords since they're published by MuseItUp, and they set the (quite reasonable) price. They've been running some bargain sales, so it's worth your while to check them out at Amazon and Romance Times (40% off right now).
Since it's nice to have a graphic on a blog post, here are the cover shots of my ebooks from all sources.
Since nobody is taking advantage of my 99 centers on Amazon, I'm resetting the prices on my Kindle books back to $2.99.
However, I'm leaving the Smashwords price at 99 cents for anybody who's interested in a bargain ebook. Eventually, Amazon will complain that I'm undercutting their price elsewhere, and I'll have to match the $2.99 on Smashwords. Take advantage while you can. Here are a bunch of stocking stuffers for only 99 cents each. One is even free. All ebook formats are available.
Marva Dasef Ebooks on Smashwords
Some of my ebooks aren't available on Smashwords since they're published by MuseItUp, and they set the (quite reasonable) price. They've been running some bargain sales, so it's worth your while to check them out at Amazon and Romance Times (40% off right now).
Since it's nice to have a graphic on a blog post, here are the cover shots of my ebooks from all sources.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Excerpt - Midnight Oil
CoffeeTime Romance has the ebook (most formats) at 40% off ($3.30), but if you're a Kindle owner, Amazon has the best deal for $1.99.
Blurb:
Shipwrecked on a legendary island, how can a witch rescue her boyfriend if she can’t even phone home?
Kat is a nervous wreck waiting for her boyfriend's first visit to her Arctic island home. He doesn't show up, so she's sure he’s given her the brushoff.
When she learns he’s disappeared, she sets out on a mission to find him. Things go wrong from the start. Kat is thrown overboard during a violent storm, while her brother and his girlfriend are captured by a mutant island tribe. The mutants hold the girlfriend hostage, demanding the teens recover the only thing that can make the mutants human again–the magical Midnight Oil.Mustering every bit of her Wiccan magic, Kat rises to the challenge. She invokes her magical skills, learns to fly an ultralight, meets a legendary sea serpent, rescues her boyfriend, and helps a friendly air spirit win the battle against her spiteful sibling. On top of it all, she’s able to recover the Midnight Oil and help the hapless mutants in the nick of time.
Excerpt:
Ilmatar spun, danced, and dived. It was too many years since she had taken her true form. She was the wind, the hurricane, the tornado. Air she was, air she would be. She sighed, and a tree bent with her breath.
She rose with the heat, dropped low and
sped across open fields when clouds blocked the sun’s rays. Yet,
neither heat nor cold drove her. She flowed over or around as she
pleased. When she was in the mood, she flattened everything in her
path.
She laughed, and earth-bound creatures
cringed at the booming thunder. She smiled, and a gentle breeze
danced over hills and valleys. She reveled in her freedom and then
grew angry when she thought how Ajatar stole this from her. She’d
almost forgotten the power and glory that was Ilmatar. Now, she’d get payback. Ajatar, she
vowed, would regret this day for the rest of her days if Ilmatar the
air spirit had any say.
But enough reveling for now. She had a
job to do. Gathering free air to her as she flew, she coalesced into
a cutting shaft, sharp and deadly as any arrow, and one thousand
times as large. She swooped up, down, and sideways, leaving a vortex
of spinning air in her wake.
Increasing her speed and the velocity
of spin, she smashed through the tops of trees and touched down, a
whirling cyclone in the center of Ajatar’s glade. Moss and branches
whirled through the forest clearing and trees bent away from her,
howling, cracking and snapping, with the thunder of rustling leaves.
Ajatar had heard her coming; she could
hardly miss Ilmatar’s roar. Ajatar grew taller, rising above the
treetops, spreading her vast scaled wings. Her mouth gaped and fire
roared out. With a single downward thrust of her wings, she soared
upward. Ilmatar’s tornado followed close behind.
Sunday, December 09, 2012
Excerpt - Missing, Assumed Dead
Over these days leading up to Christmas (and all the other holidays around this time of year), I'll be posting some excerpts from my books. Of course, I'm hoping to pique interest in a book, which you, dear reader, will want to buy for yourself or someone you love (or hate, depending). I'll give you a brief intro to each book (the mighty blurb) and links to where you can buy the book in ebook or print format.
MISSING, ASSUMED DEAD
Prejudice, murder, insanity, suicide: Every small town has its secrets.
When Kameron McBride receives notice she’s the last living relative of a missing man she’s never even heard of, the last thing she wants to do is head to some half-baked Oregon town to settle his affairs. But since she’s the only one available, she grudgingly agrees.
En route, she runs afoul of a couple of hillbillies and their pickup in an accident that doesn’t seem...accidental. Especially when they keep showing up wherever she goes. Lucky for her, gorgeous Deputy Mitch Caldwell lends her a hand, among other things. Her suspicions increase when the probate Judge tries a little too hard to buy the dead man’s worthless property.
Working on a hunch and trying to avoid the Judge’s henchmen, Kam probes deeper into the town’s secrets and finds almost no one she can trust. With Mitch’s help, she peels away the layers of prejudice, suicide, murder, and insanity. But someone in town doesn’t like her poking around, and when they show their intentions by shooting her through the police chief’s office window, the stakes are raised. Kam must find out what really happened to her dead relative before someone in this backward little town sends her to join him.
And she thought Oregon was going to be boring.
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EXCERPT
Ignoring the sharp bits of rock that gouged her bare skin, she scuttled on hands and knees using a couple of dried up shrubs for cover. It took her a few seconds to reach the Expedition. She sat up and leaned against the flat tire for a moment breathing in gasps. Her legs stuck out in front of her quivering. She slapped her knees. “Stop it, you chickenshits!” She closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles as best she could, forcing herself to crawl to the back end. Mitch had stopped the rig with its tail angled away from the main road. Kam examined the key fob and pushed the hatch lock button. There was a mechanical clunk, and the back cracked open an inch.
Kam stuck her head around the side to check on the pickup. She couldn’t spot the men and wondered what they had in mind. Shrugging, she ducked back behind the SUV, stuck her fingers in the opening and pushed upward. The back door was heavy, and she had to force her whole hand into the crack until the hydraulic lifts took over. The door swung up, barely missing her head.
Leaning over the bumper, she pulled out Bubba’s rifle. She eyed the shotgun hooked on a rack. Mitch hadn’t said to bring it. For all she knew, it wasn’t even loaded. At least, she had used a shotgun before on one disastrous bird-hunting trip with her father. She cried all the way home after she killed a quail.
She jerked at the shotgun, but it stayed firmly in its holder. “Forget it,” she muttered. She pulled down on the hatch until it clicked closed. Just as she turned to leave, a movement drew her attention. The Native American woman stood a few feet away. Again, the woman’s lips moved but Kam couldn’t hear her voice. “I don’t know what you’re saying.” The woman pointed at the road. Kam peered in the same direction but saw nothing except Hanson’s white pickup. When she looked back, the woman was gone. “For cripe’s sakes, use sign language next time,” Kam muttered.
Dropping back to the dirt, she crawled commando style from the back of the SUV to the rocks with the rifle cradled in the crooks of her elbows.
“I’m impressed,” Mitch said, taking the rifle from Kam. “Here’s the nine mil. Just point in the general direction of those guys if they come for us and pull the trigger until it doesn’t go bang anymore.”
“I can figure out that much myself.” Kam took the gun reluctantly. Mitch adjusted her grip and placed her finger on the trigger. “Don’t worry. It’s easy.”
She nodded, but didn’t feel convinced. “What are they doing?”
“They’re on the move.”
Kam craned her neck to peer over the rock. The white pickup was slowly driving past the dirt trail. “Why don’t they just split?”
Mitch shook his head. “They know I’ll have every cop in this state and Idaho searching for them. They’ve dug themselves a hole. The only way they think they can get away is to not leave any witnesses.”
She nodded shortly and swallowed a lump in her throat as big as the rock they hid behind. “What will they do?”
He stretched to take a quick glance over the rock. “They’re trying to flank us, looking for a way to reach us without bogging down in the dirt.”
Kam glanced behind them. The outcropping of rock ran to the west and rose higher until it blended into Duck Pond Ridge, where she had first met Mitch.
“You’re right. They stopped a couple hundred yards up the road. Can you hit them with the rifle?” Kam noticed Mitch’s worried face.
“Maybe, but I’ve got to get higher. I can’t see them from here without going out in the open.” Mitch gestured at the highest point of rock. “If I can climb up there, I might have a clear shot at them.”
“All right, but if…if it doesn’t go well, what do you want me to do?”
“Don’t wait. Jump in the SUV and scram as soon as you hear shooting. I’ll keep their attention while you escape.”
“With a flat tire?”
“Just drive as fast as you can on the rim. The rubber will shed off fast.” Mitch leaned toward her and kissed her forehead. “Drive on the side, not on the road. The rim will last longer. There’s a ranch a couple miles past the turnoff to Salvadore’s.”
“I can’t leave you here by yourself!” Kam threw her arms around his shoulders. He hugged her tightly, before gently extricating himself from her grip.
“Careful with that gun. When you reach the ranch, call 911. That goes to the Sheriff’s Dispatch Center in Vale.” Mitch checked the rifle. “Not many rounds left. I guess I’d better take the nine mil as well.”
Kam handed over the pistol, relieved to be rid of it. “Keep your head down. I’ll come back with the cavalry as soon as I can.” She kissed him. “Don’t get yourself killed.”
MISSING, ASSUMED DEAD
Prejudice, murder, insanity, suicide: Every small town has its secrets.
When Kameron McBride receives notice she’s the last living relative of a missing man she’s never even heard of, the last thing she wants to do is head to some half-baked Oregon town to settle his affairs. But since she’s the only one available, she grudgingly agrees.
En route, she runs afoul of a couple of hillbillies and their pickup in an accident that doesn’t seem...accidental. Especially when they keep showing up wherever she goes. Lucky for her, gorgeous Deputy Mitch Caldwell lends her a hand, among other things. Her suspicions increase when the probate Judge tries a little too hard to buy the dead man’s worthless property.
Working on a hunch and trying to avoid the Judge’s henchmen, Kam probes deeper into the town’s secrets and finds almost no one she can trust. With Mitch’s help, she peels away the layers of prejudice, suicide, murder, and insanity. But someone in town doesn’t like her poking around, and when they show their intentions by shooting her through the police chief’s office window, the stakes are raised. Kam must find out what really happened to her dead relative before someone in this backward little town sends her to join him.
And she thought Oregon was going to be boring.
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EXCERPT
Ignoring the sharp bits of rock that gouged her bare skin, she scuttled on hands and knees using a couple of dried up shrubs for cover. It took her a few seconds to reach the Expedition. She sat up and leaned against the flat tire for a moment breathing in gasps. Her legs stuck out in front of her quivering. She slapped her knees. “Stop it, you chickenshits!” She closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles as best she could, forcing herself to crawl to the back end. Mitch had stopped the rig with its tail angled away from the main road. Kam examined the key fob and pushed the hatch lock button. There was a mechanical clunk, and the back cracked open an inch.
Kam stuck her head around the side to check on the pickup. She couldn’t spot the men and wondered what they had in mind. Shrugging, she ducked back behind the SUV, stuck her fingers in the opening and pushed upward. The back door was heavy, and she had to force her whole hand into the crack until the hydraulic lifts took over. The door swung up, barely missing her head.
Leaning over the bumper, she pulled out Bubba’s rifle. She eyed the shotgun hooked on a rack. Mitch hadn’t said to bring it. For all she knew, it wasn’t even loaded. At least, she had used a shotgun before on one disastrous bird-hunting trip with her father. She cried all the way home after she killed a quail.
She jerked at the shotgun, but it stayed firmly in its holder. “Forget it,” she muttered. She pulled down on the hatch until it clicked closed. Just as she turned to leave, a movement drew her attention. The Native American woman stood a few feet away. Again, the woman’s lips moved but Kam couldn’t hear her voice. “I don’t know what you’re saying.” The woman pointed at the road. Kam peered in the same direction but saw nothing except Hanson’s white pickup. When she looked back, the woman was gone. “For cripe’s sakes, use sign language next time,” Kam muttered.
Dropping back to the dirt, she crawled commando style from the back of the SUV to the rocks with the rifle cradled in the crooks of her elbows.
“I’m impressed,” Mitch said, taking the rifle from Kam. “Here’s the nine mil. Just point in the general direction of those guys if they come for us and pull the trigger until it doesn’t go bang anymore.”
“I can figure out that much myself.” Kam took the gun reluctantly. Mitch adjusted her grip and placed her finger on the trigger. “Don’t worry. It’s easy.”
She nodded, but didn’t feel convinced. “What are they doing?”
“They’re on the move.”
Kam craned her neck to peer over the rock. The white pickup was slowly driving past the dirt trail. “Why don’t they just split?”
Mitch shook his head. “They know I’ll have every cop in this state and Idaho searching for them. They’ve dug themselves a hole. The only way they think they can get away is to not leave any witnesses.”
She nodded shortly and swallowed a lump in her throat as big as the rock they hid behind. “What will they do?”
He stretched to take a quick glance over the rock. “They’re trying to flank us, looking for a way to reach us without bogging down in the dirt.”
Kam glanced behind them. The outcropping of rock ran to the west and rose higher until it blended into Duck Pond Ridge, where she had first met Mitch.
“You’re right. They stopped a couple hundred yards up the road. Can you hit them with the rifle?” Kam noticed Mitch’s worried face.
“Maybe, but I’ve got to get higher. I can’t see them from here without going out in the open.” Mitch gestured at the highest point of rock. “If I can climb up there, I might have a clear shot at them.”
“All right, but if…if it doesn’t go well, what do you want me to do?”
“Don’t wait. Jump in the SUV and scram as soon as you hear shooting. I’ll keep their attention while you escape.”
“With a flat tire?”
“Just drive as fast as you can on the rim. The rubber will shed off fast.” Mitch leaned toward her and kissed her forehead. “Drive on the side, not on the road. The rim will last longer. There’s a ranch a couple miles past the turnoff to Salvadore’s.”
“I can’t leave you here by yourself!” Kam threw her arms around his shoulders. He hugged her tightly, before gently extricating himself from her grip.
“Careful with that gun. When you reach the ranch, call 911. That goes to the Sheriff’s Dispatch Center in Vale.” Mitch checked the rifle. “Not many rounds left. I guess I’d better take the nine mil as well.”
Kam handed over the pistol, relieved to be rid of it. “Keep your head down. I’ll come back with the cavalry as soon as I can.” She kissed him. “Don’t get yourself killed.”
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Updated Book Trailer and Excerpt - Bad Spelling
Added the print book cover and made a few tweaks. Nice and short.
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EXCERPT
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The path was clearly magical. The
foliage, although wild and unkempt, glowed with greenery and flowers.
Giant mushrooms, some the size of dinner plates, sprouted under the
bushes. Birds twittered in the trees. Kat ducked as a bumblebee as
big as her fist droned past her head on its way to another blossom.
Here it was spring, just like on Galdorheim under the shield.
Kat pulled off her parka and draped it
over her knapsack. Rune soon did the same, even though his tolerance
for extreme temperatures was usually much higher than Kat’s. They
were strolling along, enjoying the warmth, the flowers, and the buzz
of the bees, when Kat looked up to see an eagle riding an updraft in
a lazy circle above them. “Look!” Kat pointed. Rune glanced up at
the bird.
“Interesting…not! C’mon, Kat,
it’s just an eagle,” he replied.
Kat looked down at her feet and
mumbled, “I thought it was interesting.”
A few moments later, Rune stopped
abruptly, holding up his hand.
“Shhh! Do you hear something?”
Kat listened but heard only chirps and
buzzing. “No, but your hearing is better than mine.”
Rune turned slowly in place, trying to
home in on the sound. Kat watched, puzzled.
The hillside by the path trembled then
heaved upward. Dirt and rocks flew through the air. The shaking earth
knocked Kat backward. She plopped onto her behind with a yelp, ducked
her head, and covered it with her arms to fend off flying gravel.
Peeking out from beneath her upraised arms, Kat's eyes widened, and
her mouth dropped open. In front of her, the shaking earth rose and
unfolded. Then a monstrous glob of rocks and dirt rose higher and
higher into the air. Two huge boulders blinked at her. Kat screamed.
A gaping mouth appeared beneath the eyes, and a monstrous nose jerked
and wriggled its way to a place between the eyes and mouth.
Rune grabbed her arm, jerking her to
her feet. “It’s a giant! Run! Run!”
Kat sprinted after Rune, who quickly
outpaced her, as the giant continued to grow and take shape from the
rocks and earth. Kat risked a quick glance over her shoulder. A
horrendous, rocky fist swung in a downward arc, its target
appallingly clear. She tried to force her flying feet to move even
faster, hoping to outrace that ponderous, clenched hand. She looked
up to see the eagle plummeting downward, its wings folded against its
sides. Kat aimed a thought at the eagle. “Help me!” The
eagle flared its wings and stopped abruptly in midair. It then turned
and flew away. She was disappointed but not surprised when the eagle
left. No use. She picked up her feet and raced after Rune.
A wild, high-pitched screech split the
air. Kat looked back again. She gasped in surprise, stumbled, and
almost fell. Flailing her arms and digging in her heels, she managed
to stop upright. She stared with unbelieving eyes as a flock of
eagles, dozens of them, circled the monstrous form. The birds dived
at the thing’s head, distracting it from its intended victims—her
and Rune.
The giant swung its huge hand, batting
at the eagles, trying to drive them away. The big raptors easily
evaded the lumbering blows. Kat watched as the eagles dove again and
again, buffeting the creature’s head with their wings, pecking at
its eyes and threatening with their outstretched talons. She wondered
how they could possibly hurt stone eyes, but the giant seemed to
think they could. It shriveled downward, shedding rocks and dirt as
it collapsed. Down and down it went, melding back into the earthen
hillside that spawned it.
The eagles flew in a wide gyre around
the hillside, preventing the giant from reforming. One of the birds
veered away from the flock and flew down to Kat. It landed gracefully
on a boulder beside the path. Folding wings and settling feathers, it
cocked its head and regarded her with a fierce, yellow gaze.
“Thank you,” Kat gasped, fighting
to catch her breath. “Thank you so much!” The great bird dipped
its head in what could only be an acknowledgment. Then it spread its
wings, uttered a soft “Kkkreeeee,” and launched itself into the
air, climbing away with long, powerful beats of its wings.
Rune shut his open mouth and then
gasped, “You did it again! Do you believe me now?”
Friday, December 07, 2012
What else?
I must have something more to say about my books to encourage sales, but, you know what? You'll either buy them or not. If you follow this blog, I'm pretty sure you already know what I have. Take a look at my blog's header for almost all my book covers. I've left a few out because no more will fit.
Over to the right, I have a carousel of my print books available on Amazon. I've also pitched all my ebooks (many of which are on sale for 99 cents at Amazon and Smashwords for holiday buying).
Here, briefly, is what you can expect from my books:
If that's not enough variety to hit at least one genre you enjoy, then I'm not sure what it is you like. Okay, no erotica, but I do have some spicy scenes in the SF novel.
Over to the right, I have a carousel of my print books available on Amazon. I've also pitched all my ebooks (many of which are on sale for 99 cents at Amazon and Smashwords for holiday buying).
Here, briefly, is what you can expect from my books:
- A dystopian future complete with rebels, space battles, a heroine who has to make some tough choices. Meanwhile, she's kicking butts in grand fashion.
- A teen witch whose spellcasting leaves a lot to be desired. Turn a cute bunny into a slimy green mess? That's about the best she can do. How is she to know she's afflicted by a shaman's curse?
- A rich, but bored, girl seeks adventure and finds it in spades when she acquires a not-so-cooperative genie. On the bright side, she makes friends with a highly unusual bunch of magical creatures. Wouldn't you love to have a blue cave demon as your BFF?
- A young woman finds she's the last relative of a missing man. He's been declared dead, but his body never found. Wanting to find out what happened to him, she steps on too many toes and discovers murder, insanity, suicide, and prejudice seething beneath the surface in a small town.
- A boy living on a farm in West Texas shouldn't get into much trouble. Eddie finds something interesting to do wherever he is: a cattle drive, a county fair, a set of twin brothers who hate each other, a man with a hog, a raging flooded creek, a man who makes an important discovery, and lets Eddie in on it from the beginning.
- A farmer's daughter thwarts the god of war and his plans to destroy the world. She doesn't know whether she can count on her friends or if they'll stab her in the back.
- Four teens explore a wildlife preserve so a young Native American boy can find his roots through a Vision Quest. They find out if they've got the nerve to confront a mean pair of eagle poachers.
If that's not enough variety to hit at least one genre you enjoy, then I'm not sure what it is you like. Okay, no erotica, but I do have some spicy scenes in the SF novel.
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Sinking of the Titanic
I found an interesting book browsing around. The ideas intrigued me, so I asked Wendy Cockroft for more details on her two books about the Titanic. See my review on Smashwords.
The result of a Titanic-themed writing contest from a few years ago, the two tales Wendy Cockcroft has written takes two different views of the great ship and its sinking in April 1912.
Wendy says,
"The first of them, The Marconi Men, is about the wireless radio operators Jack Phillips and Harold Bride, and the role they played in the day-to-day running of the ship and the eventual rescue of the survivors by Carpathia. I've gone into detail about life aboard the ship, the officers and crew, and the luxuries enjoyed by the passengers compared and contrasted with the way they were treated when the ship struck the iceberg. While every effort has been made to fully research the real historical events, which included the insertion of details from survivor memoirs and interviews recorded in historical archives, some fictionalization has been employed to provide a sense of immediacy and to draw the reader into the action as it unfolds. Sources include "Titanic and Other Ships," the memoir by Charles Lightoller, the most senior surviving officer (whose colourful life makes him worthy of a Hollywood biopic), and Harold Bride's interview with the New York Times.
"I thought, if I'm going to write about it from the wireless operators' point of view, I need to go into explicit detail of what their lives were like, what shipboard conditions were like, and to get transcripts of their actual conversations to give readers a fly-on-the-wall view of what happened. So yeah, I fictionalised the conversations a little but based on the transcripts and social norms of the time.
"I took the biggest liberties with Lightoller. He's a bit of an action man figure and in his memoirs he's playful, generous, and hard-working but he's also professional and knows both his job and his place. Titanic was one of many ships he's sailed on. He really is a fascinating figure. He was born in Lancashire and I gave him a thick accent, which is more pronounced when he's stressed. It's too easy to bash a character to create sympathy. Giving him flaws, an accent, and the moral authority to make decisions he knew he'd have to answer for gave him layers that merely painting him as a tragic figure wouldn't.
"It's hard not to write from a tech-savvy 21st Century point of view. I'm a geek and I wanted to capture the geekiness of the "sparks" and their world. If you read through transcripts of old wireless messages you'll find that they conversed in a manner that is not unlike modern texting. Remember, this was done in dots and dashes; long and short taps on the sending button while listening through headphones for the pips from the other person. Meanwhile, other messages were coming through. It was like the internet today. I wanted to get that sensation across as I wrote about their friend Harold Cottam and the other operators on the other ships. Attitudes to tech ranged from savvy to fascination to aversion, pretty much as it does today."
The story begins at the ending of the sea trials and Titanic's trips around the British coast to pick up passengers and crew and ends at the arrival in New York of the survivors aboard the Carpathia.
Wendy's other ebook, Canterville's Quest, takes a sharp dig at the world of television mediums and the pursuit of the paranormal for entertainment.
Wendy says,
"Television medium Edward de Montfort Canterville plans to go to the site of the Titanic's sinking to conduct a live séance on the hundredth anniversary of the sinking. Edward de Montfort Canterville is based on a popular UK television medium Derek Acorah and Canterville's Quest is based on his ridiculous Michael Jackson live séance stunt. Since this story is completely fictional I went a bit mad with the story and let the characters take me where they would. I just needed them to reenact the Titanic's last journey and add a few local details in. I've actually been to Titanic's dock at Harland and Woolf's old shipyard in Belfast. The news anchor Nancy Boyd is based on television presenters I saw on UTV when I was growing up. Declan Keogh (pronounced "Kyo") is based on a range of Irish television presenters. I thought I'd have a bit of fun with him by making him a bit of a baddie. The real ones are perfectly decent, I'm sure. I've never actually met any.
"I've had conversations with people online about meeting your heroes and what it's like. One in particular that stood out for me was when an internet friend met an established actor but found him to be offhand and unwelcoming. When she met other favourites in Glasgow, they were happy to go for a drink with her. I wanted to recreate her experience in a fictional setting, but add the dimension of professionals interacting to add a layer of nuance to it.
"Patricia Shepherd is a sort of Bridget Jones type but I didn't want to make her a tragicomic figure. She is a professional, lives alone, and wants to make something of herself. She's also got to make it in a man's world where she lacks the advantage of good looks and charm so the casting couch route was never open to her. Now that she's a manager, she's got to make things work but finds she lacks the personal authority to make her crew completely respect her. She's never really found the key to success in that area; she's just got a bigger paycheck for being a dogsbody with more responsibility. Building her character meant putting layers on that made her human. She's flawed but has a good side, too. The decision to add a romantic dimension came later on; Engelhardt presents the opportunity to flirt because he's good looking and to Patricia's mind, exotic. Besides, she's a woman. Why not?
"I don't really believe in the paranormal but I keep hearing stories that make me think more about the possibility of it being real. When you know what goes on behind the scenes of ghost hunter programmes it's hard to take it too seriously but I thought I'd add a layer of mystery by opening up the possibility that Edward's gift is real and Patricia doesn't take it too seriously because she's afraid she'd lose her mind if she did.
"I've written other stuff which I intend to publish on Smashwords and no, it's not all about Titanic!"
Wendy Cockcroft lives in Manchester, UK, with her husband Richard. When she's not writing she's a web designer, blogger, and political activist for internet freedom.
Web: http://www.wendycockcroftwebdesign.com/
Blog: http://www.wendycockcroftwebdesign.com/blog/blogs/blog1.php
Wendy Cockroft on Her Titanic Books
The result of a Titanic-themed writing contest from a few years ago, the two tales Wendy Cockcroft has written takes two different views of the great ship and its sinking in April 1912.
Wendy says,
"I thought, if I'm going to write about it from the wireless operators' point of view, I need to go into explicit detail of what their lives were like, what shipboard conditions were like, and to get transcripts of their actual conversations to give readers a fly-on-the-wall view of what happened. So yeah, I fictionalised the conversations a little but based on the transcripts and social norms of the time.
"I took the biggest liberties with Lightoller. He's a bit of an action man figure and in his memoirs he's playful, generous, and hard-working but he's also professional and knows both his job and his place. Titanic was one of many ships he's sailed on. He really is a fascinating figure. He was born in Lancashire and I gave him a thick accent, which is more pronounced when he's stressed. It's too easy to bash a character to create sympathy. Giving him flaws, an accent, and the moral authority to make decisions he knew he'd have to answer for gave him layers that merely painting him as a tragic figure wouldn't.
"It's hard not to write from a tech-savvy 21st Century point of view. I'm a geek and I wanted to capture the geekiness of the "sparks" and their world. If you read through transcripts of old wireless messages you'll find that they conversed in a manner that is not unlike modern texting. Remember, this was done in dots and dashes; long and short taps on the sending button while listening through headphones for the pips from the other person. Meanwhile, other messages were coming through. It was like the internet today. I wanted to get that sensation across as I wrote about their friend Harold Cottam and the other operators on the other ships. Attitudes to tech ranged from savvy to fascination to aversion, pretty much as it does today."
The story begins at the ending of the sea trials and Titanic's trips around the British coast to pick up passengers and crew and ends at the arrival in New York of the survivors aboard the Carpathia.
Wendy says,
"Television medium Edward de Montfort Canterville plans to go to the site of the Titanic's sinking to conduct a live séance on the hundredth anniversary of the sinking. Edward de Montfort Canterville is based on a popular UK television medium Derek Acorah and Canterville's Quest is based on his ridiculous Michael Jackson live séance stunt. Since this story is completely fictional I went a bit mad with the story and let the characters take me where they would. I just needed them to reenact the Titanic's last journey and add a few local details in. I've actually been to Titanic's dock at Harland and Woolf's old shipyard in Belfast. The news anchor Nancy Boyd is based on television presenters I saw on UTV when I was growing up. Declan Keogh (pronounced "Kyo") is based on a range of Irish television presenters. I thought I'd have a bit of fun with him by making him a bit of a baddie. The real ones are perfectly decent, I'm sure. I've never actually met any.
"I've had conversations with people online about meeting your heroes and what it's like. One in particular that stood out for me was when an internet friend met an established actor but found him to be offhand and unwelcoming. When she met other favourites in Glasgow, they were happy to go for a drink with her. I wanted to recreate her experience in a fictional setting, but add the dimension of professionals interacting to add a layer of nuance to it.
"Patricia Shepherd is a sort of Bridget Jones type but I didn't want to make her a tragicomic figure. She is a professional, lives alone, and wants to make something of herself. She's also got to make it in a man's world where she lacks the advantage of good looks and charm so the casting couch route was never open to her. Now that she's a manager, she's got to make things work but finds she lacks the personal authority to make her crew completely respect her. She's never really found the key to success in that area; she's just got a bigger paycheck for being a dogsbody with more responsibility. Building her character meant putting layers on that made her human. She's flawed but has a good side, too. The decision to add a romantic dimension came later on; Engelhardt presents the opportunity to flirt because he's good looking and to Patricia's mind, exotic. Besides, she's a woman. Why not?
"I don't really believe in the paranormal but I keep hearing stories that make me think more about the possibility of it being real. When you know what goes on behind the scenes of ghost hunter programmes it's hard to take it too seriously but I thought I'd add a layer of mystery by opening up the possibility that Edward's gift is real and Patricia doesn't take it too seriously because she's afraid she'd lose her mind if she did.
"I've written other stuff which I intend to publish on Smashwords and no, it's not all about Titanic!"
Wendy Cockcroft lives in Manchester, UK, with her husband Richard. When she's not writing she's a web designer, blogger, and political activist for internet freedom.
Web: http://www.wendycockcroftwebdesign.com/
Blog: http://www.wendycockcroftwebdesign.com/blog/blogs/blog1.php
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Wendy Cockroft's Web Design
I met Wendy recently through G+. We exchanged pleasantries and I got a chance to read one of her books (more to follow in a few hours about the books right here). She invited me to post on her blog. That post is up now.
Wendy Cockroft Web Design Blog.
Wendy Cockroft Web Design Blog.
Monday, December 03, 2012
Murder Served Hot for the Holidays
MISSING, ASSUMED DEAD
Prejudice, murder, insanity, suicide: Every small town has its secrets.
MuseItUp Buy Link $5.50
Amazon Kindle $5.22
Amazon Print $5.50
When Kameron McBride receives notice she’s the last living relative of a missing man she’s never even heard of, the last thing she wants to do is head to some half-baked Oregon town to settle his affairs. But since she’s the only one available, she grudgingly agrees.
En route, she runs afoul of a couple of hillbillies and their pickup in an accident that doesn’t seem...accidental. Especially when they keep showing up wherever she goes. Lucky for her, gorgeous Deputy Mitch Caldwell lends her a hand, among other things. Her suspicions increase when the probate Judge tries a little too hard to buy the dead man’s worthless property.
Working on a hunch and trying to avoid the Judge’s henchmen, Kam probes deeper into the town’s secrets and finds almost no one she can trust. With Mitch’s help, she peels away the layers of prejudice, suicide, murder, and insanity. But someone in town doesn’t like her poking around, and when they show their intentions by shooting her through the police chief’s office window, the stakes are raised. Kam must find out what really happened to her dead relative before someone in this backward little town sends her to join him.
And she thought Oregon was going to be boring.
EXCERPT
Kam gasped and jumped down the embankment toward the creek, stumbling through the underbrush. She heard the pickup tires screech and glanced back. Scruffy had gotten out and headed down the slope behind her. She moved faster, gripping her hair spray. A strap broke on her sandal, and she kicked it off. Ignoring the brambles poking into her legs through her jeans, she moved as fast as she could, the terrain preventing her from flat out running.
She heard the crashing of bushes behind her and put on more steam. She knew the pickup would have reached her car by now, but she’d be coming up on the passenger door, slightly downhill from the driver’s side. She switched the hair spray to her left hand and pawed into her purse for the keys. Finding them, she dropped the bag on the ground to free her hands and kept moving.
When she reached the Chrysler, the driver had already skidded down the embankment and was standing on the driver’s side. Thin compared to the other man, but his arms were solid muscle under the tats. She rushed to the passenger side, jerked open the heavy door, dived in, slammed the door and hit the lock button on the key fob.
The driver pounded the window with his fist. The scruffy one had caught up and pulled on the passenger side door handle. Kam hit the panic button on the fob. The deep and seriously loud Chrysler horn went off with honking bursts. Both men jumped back from the car.
The driver yelled, “I’ll fetch the rifle.” He scrambled to climb up the embankment.
Kam’s heart almost stopped. Even the shatterproof windows wouldn’t stand up against a hunting rifle. She looked around the car wildly, her breath coming in sharp rasps, and then launched herself over the console and into the rear. Sweat ran from her armpits, soaking her blouse. She ran her shaking hands across the top of the seat back hunting for the latch. She hoped the Chrysler had fold down back seats. If she could just reach the tire iron, she’d have a weapon. If this stupid car even had one that is.
She felt the latch pin, grasped it and pulled it up. It clicked. She grasped the seat back in both hands and pulled it down. On her belly, she crawled halfway into the trunk searching for the spare tire well.
Prejudice, murder, insanity, suicide: Every small town has its secrets.
MuseItUp Buy Link $5.50
Amazon Kindle $5.22
Amazon Print $5.50
When Kameron McBride receives notice she’s the last living relative of a missing man she’s never even heard of, the last thing she wants to do is head to some half-baked Oregon town to settle his affairs. But since she’s the only one available, she grudgingly agrees.
En route, she runs afoul of a couple of hillbillies and their pickup in an accident that doesn’t seem...accidental. Especially when they keep showing up wherever she goes. Lucky for her, gorgeous Deputy Mitch Caldwell lends her a hand, among other things. Her suspicions increase when the probate Judge tries a little too hard to buy the dead man’s worthless property.
Working on a hunch and trying to avoid the Judge’s henchmen, Kam probes deeper into the town’s secrets and finds almost no one she can trust. With Mitch’s help, she peels away the layers of prejudice, suicide, murder, and insanity. But someone in town doesn’t like her poking around, and when they show their intentions by shooting her through the police chief’s office window, the stakes are raised. Kam must find out what really happened to her dead relative before someone in this backward little town sends her to join him.
And she thought Oregon was going to be boring.
EXCERPT
Kam gasped and jumped down the embankment toward the creek, stumbling through the underbrush. She heard the pickup tires screech and glanced back. Scruffy had gotten out and headed down the slope behind her. She moved faster, gripping her hair spray. A strap broke on her sandal, and she kicked it off. Ignoring the brambles poking into her legs through her jeans, she moved as fast as she could, the terrain preventing her from flat out running.
She heard the crashing of bushes behind her and put on more steam. She knew the pickup would have reached her car by now, but she’d be coming up on the passenger door, slightly downhill from the driver’s side. She switched the hair spray to her left hand and pawed into her purse for the keys. Finding them, she dropped the bag on the ground to free her hands and kept moving.
When she reached the Chrysler, the driver had already skidded down the embankment and was standing on the driver’s side. Thin compared to the other man, but his arms were solid muscle under the tats. She rushed to the passenger side, jerked open the heavy door, dived in, slammed the door and hit the lock button on the key fob.
The driver pounded the window with his fist. The scruffy one had caught up and pulled on the passenger side door handle. Kam hit the panic button on the fob. The deep and seriously loud Chrysler horn went off with honking bursts. Both men jumped back from the car.
The driver yelled, “I’ll fetch the rifle.” He scrambled to climb up the embankment.
Kam’s heart almost stopped. Even the shatterproof windows wouldn’t stand up against a hunting rifle. She looked around the car wildly, her breath coming in sharp rasps, and then launched herself over the console and into the rear. Sweat ran from her armpits, soaking her blouse. She ran her shaking hands across the top of the seat back hunting for the latch. She hoped the Chrysler had fold down back seats. If she could just reach the tire iron, she’d have a weapon. If this stupid car even had one that is.
She felt the latch pin, grasped it and pulled it up. It clicked. She grasped the seat back in both hands and pulled it down. On her belly, she crawled halfway into the trunk searching for the spare tire well.
Sunday, December 02, 2012
Ebooks on the Cheap
I've been talking a lot about my books in print. However, I know lots of you are getting or giving ereaders for Christmas. Here are a bunch of stocking stuffers for only 99 cents each. All ebook formats are available.
Marva Dasef Ebooks on Smashwords
All of these books are also available through Amazon, plus a few priced a little higher because they're published by my lovely Canadian publisher, MuseItUp.
Marva Dasef Ebooks on Amazon
99 centers (both Amazon and Smashwords)
First Duty
Tales of a Texas Boy
Eagle Quest
Mixed Bag
Mixed Bag II: Supersized
$1.99 (on Amazon)
Midnight Oil
Scotch Broom
$5+ Range (on most on-line ebook stores)
Setara's Genie
Bad Spelling
Missing Assumed Dead
Ultimate Duty
Marva Dasef Ebooks on Smashwords
All of these books are also available through Amazon, plus a few priced a little higher because they're published by my lovely Canadian publisher, MuseItUp.
Marva Dasef Ebooks on Amazon
99 centers (both Amazon and Smashwords)
First Duty
Tales of a Texas Boy
Eagle Quest
Mixed Bag
Mixed Bag II: Supersized
$1.99 (on Amazon)
Midnight Oil
Scotch Broom
$5+ Range (on most on-line ebook stores)
Setara's Genie
Bad Spelling
Missing Assumed Dead
Ultimate Duty
Friday, November 30, 2012
Best Sellers - Tales of a Texas Boy
I can suggest a couple of ideas of why it's a hot Christmas item.
- The Greatest Generation is more likely to find familiar ideas in these stories.
- People who grew up in rural areas with lots of animals enjoy remembering the good old times.
- Lots of people love stories set in Texas.
- Many of our elders have vision problems and the Large Print format is valuable.
- While e-readers are growing in popularity, folks in their 70s and 80s are less likely to buy one. So many years of reading have made the feel of a paper book the only way to go.
There you have it. A few reasons why TALES OF A TEXAS BOY is a great gift YOU can give your parents, aunts, uncles, or even yourself. Buy LARGE PRINT at Amazon and take advantage of the free shipping, or buy from Texas Boy Publications ( to get an autographed copy. Costs more, but worth it. A standard type copy is also available for a nice savings.
Here's an excerpt to give you an idea of what the stories are like. I will sneakily give you only half the story so you will need to buy the book to find out the rest (it can be had for only 99 cents in all the popular ebook formats at Smashwords).
Excerpt:
No Angel
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. So goes an old saying. A boy with nothing much to do can sometimes find the worst possible things to occupy himself.FROM WHAT YOU'VE heard about me, you might come to the conclusion I was a well-behaved child. Well, I don't mean to give you a false picture of what I'm really like. I know it's hard to believe, but sometimes I did stuff that was not admired by my Ma and Pa. I wasn't exactly the devil, but I weren't no angel neither.
Ma and Pa liked to go to town, that bein' Hereford, on Saturday nights. They'd visit friends and sometimes eat at the diner. They left me home to take care of Sister, which is what we call my sister Dorothy. Generally, we behaved ourselves 'cause we knew the consequences if we didn't. One of them Saturdays, I was outside not doin' much of anything. You know, just watchin' the clouds and throwin' rocks and so on.
I noticed a flock of blackbirds lit on Ma's clothesline, so I went in and got the shotgun. I loaded it with smallshot and snuck around the side of the house so's not to scare the birds. I figured I could get the whole flock of birds if I shot straight down the clothesline from one end to the other.
I had to be real quiet, so's I thought I'd sneak up on 'em like I was a Comanche. I got down on my belly and rested the shotgun across my arms. The grass was high enough so I'd not be seen. I dug in my elbows and pulled myself real slow around the corner of the house. When I got to the lilac bush, I got up behind it and checked if the birds had a notion I was there. They just sat on the line and didn't even look my way, so I hunched over and ran lickety-split to the oak tree. From there, I was right at the end of the line and no more'n ten feet away.
I leaned around the tree trunk and eyed the line. Yep, I could see right down it. My hands aren't big enough to span both triggers, so I pulled them one at a time. I figured I'd shoot the first barrel and then real quick-like, fire off the second. That way, I'd get to hit the flock twice.
I eased the shotgun up to my shoulder and pulled back slow on the left-hand trigger. The first shot blasted off and knocked me back a few feet where I landed on my rear end real hard. I still held the shotgun in my hands, but I wasn't in any position to fire off the second barrel. When I sat up and looked to see how many birds I got, I was in for a shock. All that noise and not one feather to show for it. But Ma's clothesline . . . now that's a different story. The durn thing looked like a dead snake layin' there.
I knew right away Ma would not be pleased with this.
Read the rest in TALES OF A TEXAS BOY...
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Liebsterblogging
What is The Liebster Award you ask?
Well, it's an award given to up-and-coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. Think of it as a virtual pat on the back. A bit of recognition for doing a good job and encouragement to keep going.
And let's not forget the bloggers that have been blogging for a while and have great blogs.
Hmm. Seems I have to answer the questions below, then nominate a few other bloggers and send them questions. Well, at least you folks get to know us authors a bit better.
And away we go!
Here are the 11 questions that Lorrie asked and my answers:
1. If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would purchase?
A brand-new, high-mileage, high-safety car for my granddaughter who recently became a licensed driver. In a few months, it might be something else.
2. Is there something unique about you that you’d like to share with the readers?
I am the only person in the entire world with my name. No, really! Try to find another Marva Gurina Dasef. I dare you.
3. Where is your dream place to live and why?
I live in the best place in the USofA already. We have great weather here with year-long moderate temperatures. It rarely snows in the valley, but it's a quick drive to all the mountainous snow one could want. We're an hour away from one of the most beautiful coastlines in the world, but protected from those nasty tsunamis by the picturesque Coast Range. We have big cities within a half-day's drive all along I5 (if you like that kind of thing). Our small airport can take us further if we want to go to Las Vegas or San Francisco.
4. What do you find is the most difficult part of the writing process?
Motivation to write the next piece if my current published work isn't moving well in sales. I don't even care if I make any money. I just want a lot of people to appreciate what I do. Since that isn't the case (but thank you a bunch to you few brave souls), I keep thinking, "why should I bother?"
But if you're a writer (which you probably are since you're reading this blog), you know that the itch to create something new just won't go away. We're like heroin addicts without the drugs.
5. Tell us something about yourself that we don’t know.
Um. I...no, can't tell you that. Well, there was this time...nope, that's out too. My final answer is "Nothing."
6. Do you have any pet peeves?
Inefficiency. Ask my husband.
7. Do you have any special habits you do when you write?
I stamp my foot often. This usually chases the cat away for a few minutes. He likes to sit on the floor and stare at me. I don't know why.
8. Did you ever write your friends or family members in your books?
Oh, yeah. My friend Liz got to be a teenager again in my murder mystery. Her daughter is my cover model for the Witches of Galdorheim series. Mordita, of course, bears a striking resemblance to Lorrie. Or so Lorrie tells me. There are others who may remain nameless.
9. What is your favorite drink?
Pomegranate-Berry Diet Ice. It's also a good mixer with cardboardenay (wine in a box).
10. Who gives you the best encouragement to keep writing?
Lorrie Struiff, blast your hide, woman!
11. Do you have a critique group or a special author circle?
I've shared critiques with lots of authors on Critique Circle. Many of them have been acknowledged in my books.
And, thank you readers for dropping over. Please leave me a hello in the comment section so that I know you were here. It’s so nice to know who visited.
Last, but not least, here are my bloggy friends to whom I pass on the coveted Liebster Award. Congratulations to the following bloggers:
Sue Perkins
Penny Estelle
Kim Baccellia
Others to be named.
Here are the 11 questions they need to answer if they accept my challenge:
- Do you have a sibling you'd secretly wish you'd smothered with a pillow (mystery writers only)?
- Which author would you most want to write like?
- What were you known as in high school: nerd, jock, cheerleader, genius, most likely to spend time in prison?
- What do you think of first when you hear the word quark?
- Briefly describe your perfect mate (this can be the one you already have).
- Dog or cat?
- What super power would you most like to have?
- What does liebster mean? (go ahead and Google, I'll wait)
- Choose a new pen name for yourself. Why that one?
- What have you done to prepare for a) the Zombie Apocalypse or b) Mayan End of the World?
- What's the logline for your latest book?
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Bad Spelling Paperback Sale
I've marked down the paperback of BAD SPELLING for holiday sales. It will go up to the already reasonable $8 by Christmas. This is a short opportunity to get the paperback for only $5.99. http://www.amazon.com/dp/1481021559/
BAD SPELLING - Book 1 of The Witches of Galdorheim Series
A klutzy witch, a shaman's curse, a quest to save her family. Can Kat find her magic in time?
Excerpt:
“All aboard!” the driver shouted. Rune climbed into the car behind the driver’s. Kat thought of it as the engine, something she’d read about in her history book. However, it didn’t appear to have any motive power, just the troll holding the brake.
Andy hugged his brothers, Endy and Indy, for the last time. They patted him on the back and murmured in his ear. Kat assumed they were wishing him a good journey. When she saw tears in their eyes, she turned away to give them some privacy. Maybe Andy would never have left the trolls if it hadn’t been for her. Yet Andy seemed eager to find his original family in Siberia.
Kat asked Rune for cushions. He shook his head and said, “Wimp. It’s only ten minutes. You’ve got plenty of padding already.”
Brothers! However, she realized she’d never have gotten this far without Rune. She swung a leg over the edge of the same car as Rune had hopped in. Not sure what to expect, she sat in the back corner and braced herself as best she could. Andy climbed in and sat kitty-corner from her at the front. Rune wedged himself in the opposite corner from Kat.
It was a good thing she was holding on tight. The driver released the brake, and the train shot forward. Her head snapped back and hit the side of the car, making her very glad she’d also thought to pull up the hood on her parka. She had a certain grim satisfaction seeing Rune wince when his head bounced off the backside of the car.
The train picked up speed until the walls of the tunnel became a blur. As the train rushed forward, spirit lights flicked on before them and winked out once they passed. Kat wondered whether she wouldn’t have preferred to travel in the dark; the motion and the flashing lights were making her dizzy. Besides moving at a horrendous speed, the cars rocked back and forth on the track. Her tailbone suffered in earnest within a minute.
Then it got worse.
BAD SPELLING - Book 1 of The Witches of Galdorheim Series
A klutzy witch, a shaman's curse, a quest to save her family. Can Kat find her magic in time?
Excerpt:
“All aboard!” the driver shouted. Rune climbed into the car behind the driver’s. Kat thought of it as the engine, something she’d read about in her history book. However, it didn’t appear to have any motive power, just the troll holding the brake.
Andy hugged his brothers, Endy and Indy, for the last time. They patted him on the back and murmured in his ear. Kat assumed they were wishing him a good journey. When she saw tears in their eyes, she turned away to give them some privacy. Maybe Andy would never have left the trolls if it hadn’t been for her. Yet Andy seemed eager to find his original family in Siberia.
Kat asked Rune for cushions. He shook his head and said, “Wimp. It’s only ten minutes. You’ve got plenty of padding already.”
Brothers! However, she realized she’d never have gotten this far without Rune. She swung a leg over the edge of the same car as Rune had hopped in. Not sure what to expect, she sat in the back corner and braced herself as best she could. Andy climbed in and sat kitty-corner from her at the front. Rune wedged himself in the opposite corner from Kat.
It was a good thing she was holding on tight. The driver released the brake, and the train shot forward. Her head snapped back and hit the side of the car, making her very glad she’d also thought to pull up the hood on her parka. She had a certain grim satisfaction seeing Rune wince when his head bounced off the backside of the car.
The train picked up speed until the walls of the tunnel became a blur. As the train rushed forward, spirit lights flicked on before them and winked out once they passed. Kat wondered whether she wouldn’t have preferred to travel in the dark; the motion and the flashing lights were making her dizzy. Besides moving at a horrendous speed, the cars rocked back and forth on the track. Her tailbone suffered in earnest within a minute.
Then it got worse.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Review My Books
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!
89 years and still going strong.
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Monday, November 26, 2012
Girls and Boy Succeed
J.Q. Rose is a mystery writer and, more recently, the author of a book for girls with stories about real successful women. She stopped by my blog earlier this month to talk about Girls Succeed.
Today, I stop by her blog to talk about a couple of my paperbacks. One features a girl who has no doubt she'll be a success. Fiona's best friends are three boys who already respect her even in junior high school. Together, they go on an adventure in the Klamath Wildlife Preserves in southern Oregon. Click here to read more about Eagle Quest.
The other is all about a boy. He's a real-life guy who grew up to be my father. He's gone now, but "Tales of a Texas Boy" continues on telling his almost-true tall tales of growing up in West Texas during the Depression. Eddie is curious, mischievous, kind, respectful of his elders, and sometimes mean to his sister. In other words, he's just a regular boy. But somehow odd situations find him, and he's more than eager to take them on. Click here to read about Eddie's stories.
Please visit J.Q. Rose today and leave a comment.
Read "Out of the Chicken Coop" from Tales of a Texas Boy
Read "Out of the Chicken Coop" from Tales of a Texas Boy
Today, I stop by her blog to talk about a couple of my paperbacks. One features a girl who has no doubt she'll be a success. Fiona's best friends are three boys who already respect her even in junior high school. Together, they go on an adventure in the Klamath Wildlife Preserves in southern Oregon. Click here to read more about Eagle Quest.
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