I should have known I would end up here...
Give me a good book and I'm in heaven. Especially romance, mystery, mayhem, the fantastic and the fey. Give me a laptop and I'm writing any one of these, and not in any particular order.
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The stories within Legend of Song de Light
connect, unfold, interweave many character’s stories needs, feelings, desires, dreams
their threads as two crescent moons connected under the firelights
that layer the chords, and form the lyrics
all of you entered my world as dawn’s awakening sky of soft palette my garnet heart melted in iridescence to bloom in sun’s rays glow in night’s depth as the stars echo the rhythm of my heart my insides sigh and expand in delight harmonious blend as our lives circle the melody
The audiobook is recorded in Kaitlynzq’s voice with a blend of music like a heart’s wave into downloadable mp3 files.
An audio book that is interwoven in the Lovecontu Song de Light Lovecontu series that includes
Ancient Script of Lovecontu audio poem
Legend of Song de Light audio book Legend of Song de Light audio play
Lovecontu Song de Light Lovecontu audio set
“…Danseur pulls ballerina into him, their eyes speaking the volumes in their hearts as he lifts her above to hold a cherimey for an eight count. He draws her into him again, and upon her signal, tosses her high in the air for a leatur to land softly in his arms. Danseur reimey, as ballerina performs an intricate olor fu de ar, a bea uh li, triple tizpin, turns back to Danseur, and magnifi-gras-se-susay. Danseur catches her right on cue. Joined hand to hand, they geeté, geeté, adream petite into the final truset luh-es-aglo lift, and return encircled with their eyes speaking the volumes in their hearts…”
“…The development process of this collection included the use of a paint brush to add to the photos the undercurrent of feeling within them, and when the four piece panorama is placed side-by-side, a gentle stream is seen that carries this private story…”
About the Author:
My fictional stories are written from the inside view of a character’s interior heart-that beautiful, vulnerable, intimate space feelings, desires, needs, dreams a blend of delicate feather ripples of heart waves needs, feelings, dreams, desires quiet, gentle heart strings tender, continuous soft, vulnerable air mist circles, weaves to caress a sonic sea of heart’s breath
Woven into audio books that are recorded in my voice with a medley of music as a heart’s wave into downloadable mp3 files;
audio plays adapted from the audio books, and layered into pdf files like a heart’s song;
audio poems that are multiple poems designed to connect to form a story as a heart’s breath;
and audio sets that are sets of these interconnected stories with elements from each story that interweave in one another as heart’s wave, heart’s song, heart’s breath.
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Author Interview 1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book?
Suspense, mystery and adventure stories
(often mixed with sci-fi) have long been my mainstay entertainment, so the urge
to write in that genre came naturally. I’m a fan
of John Grisham, Lee Child, Michael Connelly, Harlan Coben, David
Baldacci and others of that ilk. Patricia Cornwell and Mary Higgins Clark
et al as well. Oh, and Isaac Asimov of course.
Back in the day, as they say, I worked PR for a local university. I was helping plan a literary program and I invited Asimov to speak. He turned me down and I couldn’t figure out why. So I called him and posed the question. “I won’t fly,” he replied. I was astounded. Here was a guy with whom I had traveled the far reaches of the universe, and he was afraid to fly from New York to Pensacola. But we had a great chat about robots.
2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a first born, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of the world?
While I wasn’t the first born, the child who would have been my older brother died of an inherited trait before I came into the world. The impact of that fact didn’t hit me until I had children of my own, and the youngest, a boy, also developed that particular physical problem. Luckily medical science had progressed by that time to where a relatively simple procedure preserved my son’s life. Both the difficulty encountered in dealing with that aspect of my life and the knowledge that scientific progress helped save someone dear to me colors my view of science in general.
3. Where is your favorite place to write?
My favorite place is the study in my apartment, but often I must be away from my abode. Luckily, the net gives me the flexibility to return to that environment via such programs as Google Drive. So, even if I am spending time at a friend’s place, I can feel at home.
4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains?
That’s the way the world works, often in a manner more cruel and unusual than I can dream up. So when my “darlings” die, I simply scatter their ashes over the waves washing up on my imaginary beach.
5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them?
My favorite author tends to change according to my mood and occasion. At the
moment I am reading
Middlesex and Jeffrey Eugenides is my favorite contemporary author. The book is a monumental work. I tried at first to check the authenticity of his historical characterizations but have given up and now simply enjoy his storytelling. And I hope he writes more. That’s what I’ll ask him. When’s the next book?
6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows.
I can’t think of anything about me that would be interesting enough to be a fitting answer to this question. I guess the emotions that perturb me with regard to my brother’s unhappy life might fall into that category. I wonder at times if I had behaved differently toward my brother when he was young he might have been more successful. He was a brilliant guy, but in the end, addictions claimed his life. As a youngster, I often excluded him from my life. He was three years younger and always wanted to hang out with me and my friends. I would put him down, chase him away, demean him in front of his friends. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him. I just couldn’t have a little brother hanging on my heels and spoiling my fun. I wish I could go back and do it over again knowing what I know now. I think somebody wrote a book about that.
7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a backpack for company. What three items are in your survival pack?
A notepad and pencil, a fish hook.
8. If you could have one superpower in your existence, what would it be?
The ability to step back in time thirty minutes. Most of the major errors in my life could have been corrected by thinking for half an hour about what I was about to do or say, and that power would give me more time to record what was happening.
9. Favorite snack?
Anything chocolate.
10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit?
I drive safely, although at times I do stretch the speed limit a bit, particularly on a long and winding road. I drive a sports car and get a bit of pleasure out of competing with myself. Come to think of it, I need some new tires.
The Tursiops Syndrome
by John C. Waite
GENRE: Thrille
BLURB:
How
do you get a nuke into the heart of the city? Maybe a dolphin can help. From
Author John Waite, the tale of a police detective who matches wits with a mad
scientist and terrorists intent on destroying America. When detective Hickory
Logan joins Park Ranger Kevin Whitehead investigating the mysterious death of a
dolphin she finds herself sucked into a far deeper whirlpool. Can she and Kevin
stop the tide of terror that threatens to kill thousands or will they be fodder
for a nuclear fireball?
A newspaper review
described Tursiops thus: “The writing is, well, wonderful. Waite has a
gift for dialogue and story-telling, and his plot is adventurous and perfectly
paced. “
Excerpt:
Red Logan
hunkered down next to the Humvee’s left front wheel. He folded his lanky frame
in several places to assure that the vehicle shielded him from rifle fire
emanating from the house a hundred feet away.
A furious
fusillade had greeted A-Company, first battalion, 407th Special Forces when
their vehicles pulled to a halt in front of what was a rather strange building
for northern Afghanistan. In the early morning darkness it looked for all the
world like a California ranch-style home.
But there was
no BMW parked in the driveway.
The firefight
lasted less than fifteen minutes. There was only an occasional round pinging
off the slate-riddled soil and infrequent bursts of automatic fire keeping the
soldiers from charging the structure. Red wondered why the squads weren’t using
some of the heavier weapons. He knew the unit armament included shoulder-fired
missiles and a Carl Gustav 84-mm recoilless rifle but so far, the big stuff had
been silent.
The tip had
placed Azam al-Zawahiri, Al-Qaeda’s chief organizer for nine-eleven, in the
house.
Numerous such
tips over the past two years had come to nothing. Most of them originated in
minds overly-motivated to garner the twenty million American dollars offered
for the capture of several of the world’s most wanted terrorists.
At least one
Osama bin Laden look-alike had been found dead. And it took weeks before
authorities identified the body. The man
had been killed and left in a house to which an Afghan citizen directed U.S.
forces. Not only did he not get the reward he sought, but his countrymen also
jailed him for mutilating the corpse by cutting off its hands and feet.
Army
intelligence, a title Red thought oxymoronic, had considered tonight’s tip more
credible than most since it had come in anonymously. The tipster hadn’t
mentioned the reward. So the Special Forces unit had headed out in the predawn
darkness for a two-hour drive north from Kabul into the mountainous terrain.
“Red?”
The voice
belonged to the figure squeezed into the wheel well behind him.
He could barely
see Jessie’s sinewy shape, strangely gawky where the video camera and its
now-dark lights rested on her right thigh.
“Yeah, what?” he
whispered.
“Should I get
some video?” Jessie asked, cocking her left hand back over her shoulder.
“Hell no. We’re
reporters, not soldiers. CNN’s not paying us to get shot. Just keep your ass
down. There’s nothing to shoot.”
Before he could
finish his sentence, an amplified Afghan voice rang out from the vicinity of
the lead Humvee, imploring the occupants of the house to surrender. The answer
was a three-shot rifle volley, the rounds pinging off the hard-pack and whining
away into the darkness.
“Now,” Jessie
said, pushing past Red and swinging the camera onto her shoulder, leaning on
the Hummer’s hood.
“No.” Red
yelled, trying to pull her to the ground. But it was too late. The light on
Jessie’s camera flared brilliantly then died in a crash of glass and the harsh
double bark of a Kalashnikov. The rounds zinged away into the darkness, but Red
heard in the report the crunch of bone.
“Jessie.” he
screamed.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Thousands of
author John C Waite’s words flew past Alpha Centauri years ago, heading for the center of the galaxy, perhaps
sparking an arthropod’s grin in route. Waite, a degreed journalist and retired
Merchant Mariner has numerous writing and broadcasting awards to his credit,
and millions of words in print and broadcast media. Originally from New Orleans
he has called Panhandle Florida his home for fifty years, but still retains a
taste for things Creole and Cajun. A recreational and professional sailor, his
travels have covered the Caribbean, the Atlantic and Pacific coasts, portions
of south and Central America, Canada, Hawaii, Ireland, Britain, and Europe.
John resides in Pensacola, Florida. He is a father to four, and grandfather to
four. His books are available on Amazon.
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He Claimed Her Body. . .
Though an Easterner born and bred, Trista Sinclair fell in love with the rugged Texas terrain the moment she arrived to join her fiancé. But the warnings she heard around the ranch about the dangers awaiting her in the wild terrain of Texas come to life when she is captured while out riding by a blue-eyed Comanche warrior…a man whose sensual touch is far more dangerous than his brute strength.
But Wanted Her Heart And Soul. . .
Lance Barrett has never been tempted to take a captive until he sees a beautiful woman with hair like spun gold taming a magnificent stallion. Trista Sinclair is his half-brother’s fiancé, and the perfect means of revenge against the white father who rejected him. Yet what Lance wants most is the one thing Trista swears never to give–her willing surrender. Torn between the life each has known and a desire neither can resist, only together can they claim a love as vast and wild as the West itself…
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Lance was closing in fast on the golden stallion. His heartbeat quickened at the prospect of finally attaining the prize. The golden one would be his.
It was then that Trista came into Lance’s line of vision. Lance glanced back, wondering if others were with her, and he was relieved to find she was alone. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation with any whites. Right now, only the golden one mattered.
Trista grew even more excited as she closed in on the wild stallion. She rose up and threw her rope, but just then Lance charged past her. Shocked at seeing the warrior, she dropped the rope and reined in, but her faithful mount stumbled and she was thrown.
Lance captured the golden one and, after tying the stallion up, went back to search for the woman. He had no idea if she was armed, so he moved slowly and silently. He came upon Trista just as she managed to sit up. She looked up at him, and he felt a sudden unexpected jolt of recognition. The woman was none other than the beautiful female he’d seen from a distance at his father’s house the night before.
Terror filled Trista as she stared up at the warrior. She saw only sun-bronzed nakedness and streaks of red and black paint slashed across his face. She had heard of the horror of Comanche raids and knew she had to act. There was no time to think. In a lightning move, she grabbed a handful of the sandy soil and threw it in the warrior’s face, and then ran.
Lance had not been expecting her attack. Angered, yet respecting her daring, he wiped the grit from his eyes and started after her.
Trista rushed down the hillside, but lost her footing and tumbled to the bottom, crashing against a bolder. Excruciating pain wracked her, but she staggered to her feet, clutching her side. A pebble fell, and she looked up. Her eyes widened as she saw the warrior silently standing atop the hill, his arms folded across the powerful width of his chest. She forced herself to keep moving.
She managed only a few tortured steps before it was over. He grabbed her and held her pinned against him in submission. Terror filled her, but she fought to keep her fear from showing. Someone had told her the Comanche respected only strength, so she bravely raised her eyes to meet his. It was then she discovered the startling color of her captor’s eyes – his gaze was a riveting, vivid blue. She tried to fight, but his hands were unyielding cuffs of steel.
Lance was unaware of the mercilessness of his grip as he stared down at her. He saw the ring she wore on her left hand that bore the insignia of the Barrett brand. He wondered coldly at her connection to the Royal Diamond and the Barretts.
About the Author: After working as a department manager for Famous-Barr, and briefly as a clerk at a bookstore, Bobbi Smith gave up on career security and began writing. She sold her first book to Zebra in 1982.
Since then, Bobbi has written over 40 books and 6 novellas. To date, there are more than five million of her novels in print. She has been awarded the prestigious Romantic Times Storyteller of the Year Award and two Career Achievement Awards. Her books have appeared on numerous bestseller lists.
When she’s not working on her novels, she is frequently a guest speaker for writer’s groups. Bobbi is mother of two sons and resides in St. Charles, Missouri with her husband and three dogs.
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Sadie is a successful romance author. She can write a swoon-worthy man with the best of them but can’t seem to find one for herself. Miles is the cute and wealthy heir to Copeland Press, Sadie’s publishing house. It’s hard to find a woman in his social circle who appreciates a down-to-earth book nerd.
When a twist of fate has Miles and Sadie double booked in the same vacation rental, they decide to share the cabin. Even though Miles isn’t Sadie’s type, she can’t deny the chemistry between them. Sadie’s down for a flirty fling, but Miles has other plans. He’s got a huge crush, and just one week to convince Sadie they were meant for a happily ever after.
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SADIE
Miles set the bowl down and turned to face me. He was wearing a black apron that had red lips all over it and read Kiss the Cook. Underneath the apron were some nicely-fitting jeans and a maroon T-shirt that said something about Gryffindor. “Kiss the Cook, huh? Is that the price for breakfast?”
“No, breakfast is free…but I do accept tips.” He winked, and I shoved a giant strawberry in my mouth to stave off a giggle. Seems I also had a fourteen-year-old girl inside of me who was fighting the horny sixteen-year-old boy for control of my body.
Time to put the ball in his court. “If you plan to cook like this every morning, you should probably just stay for the rest of the week.” It came out sounding more forward than I’d intended. I popped in another grape and held my breath while I chewed. Miles cocked his head to the side, searching my eyes for what felt like minutes. I was starting to feel stupid because I’d just thrown it out there, not bothering with subtlety.
Before I could withdraw my offer, he asked, “Let me get this straight. I can crash your vacation, and the only thing you want in return is breakfast?” His tone held a hint of innuendo, and his mouth tipped up at the corners, making his eyes crinkle.
There’s no way I was reading into that one. I gave him a playful smile and nodded. “Yep. Breakfast is the only fee. Of course, I do accept tips.”
About the Author:
Robin is an overgrown child who fancies herself a bit of a comedienne. She loves to laugh, crack jokes, create flirty characters, write witty banter and believes in happy endings. Robin lives outside of Phoenix with her wonderful husband, five crazy kids and naughty labradoodle puppy. Millionaire B&B is her first adult rom-com, but she has six YA titles that are equally fun.
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Sadie is a successful romance author. She can write a swoon-worthy man with the best of them but can’t seem to find one for herself. Miles is the cute and wealthy heir to Copeland Press, Sadie’s publishing house. It’s hard to find a woman in his social circle who appreciates a down-to-earth book nerd.
When a twist of fate has Miles and Sadie double booked in the same vacation rental, they decide to share the cabin. Even though Miles isn’t Sadie’s type, she can’t deny the chemistry between them. Sadie’s down for a flirty fling, but Miles has other plans. He’s got a huge crush, and just one week to convince Sadie they were meant for a happily ever after.
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SADIE
“What’ll it be?” I looked at Miles after grabbing Ethan’s beer and a Diet Coke for myself.
“What do you have?”
I leaned over and hung on the refrigerator door, surveying its contents. “Corona Light, some cheap boxed wine, orange juice, Diet Coke, Dr Pepper, milk, water.” Miles hadn’t answered, and when I turned back, I caught him dragging his gaze away from my butt. “French vanilla creamer…” I teased, boring my eyes into him. He knew he was busted, but he played it off smoothly.
Miles chuckled. “I was going to say Dr Pepper, but you may have just sold me on the Coffee-Mate.” I grinned at his witty comeback, and his face lit up. Then he winked, and my heart skipped a beat.
There are all kinds of winkers in this world: the squinty winker, the rapid winker, the slow-motion winker, the blinker, the can’t-get-my-eye-closed-all-the-way half-blinker, and my least favorite, the over winker. Like Goldilocks, I decided Miles’s wink was just right.
“I’d have pegged you for a beer man,” I replied, handing Miles a Dr Pepper.
“I’m actually more of a wine guy. But I’ve just learned that wine with hamburgers is gross, and I’m trying to impress you.” I pressed my lips together. Was he teasing me or flirting with me? Because it sounded like a little of both.
About the Author:
Robin is an overgrown child who fancies herself a bit of a comedienne. She loves to laugh, crack jokes, create flirty characters, write witty banter and believes in happy endings. Robin lives outside of Phoenix with her wonderful husband, five crazy kids and naughty labradoodle puppy. Millionaire B&B is her first adult rom-com, but she has six YA titles that are equally fun.
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A sweet, yet steamy new adult romance about a girl who’s not ready to fall in love and a boy who isn’t ready to let her go.
Beau She is beautiful, probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, but she’s damaged. Her a-hole exboyfriend broke her. I still want her. I can show her that all men aren’t the same That I’m different.
Mallory He’s everything I need to stay away from, and I try. I really do, but he’s relentless. So, I give in and let him have me. All of me. I should have known better.
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I spend my days wondering what she’s doing.
Is she okay?
Is she out drinking herself to death like I am as I try to block out the pain?
Or, the worst one of all, did she get over me and move on to someone new? I think that thought tears me up the most. I know we haven’t been apart long, but the phrase “to get over someone you have to get under someone else” haunts me.
Thinking about her in some other man’s arms, his lips kissing her soft skin, his hands roaming her body, makes me sick. The only thing that helps numb the suckiness that has become my life is the whiskey.
I grab the bottle of Jack beside my bed and take a swallow, then chase it down with another and another until the pain doesn’t hurt quite as much. But no matter how much I drink, there’s always a dull ache that is Mallory.
About the Author:
Chrissy Brown is a Contemporary Romance and New Adult Romance author. She lives in Central Florida with her husband, twin girls, two dogs, and the neighborhood cat.
She enjoys the simple things in life, like cuddling on the couch watching movies with her family, reading, Netflix, and beach trips. She reads two to three books a week, but favors stories with strong women, true love, and steamy scenes.
When Chrissy is not sitting at her computer, fantasizing about gorgeous country boys, she is teaching third graders how amazing books are…and writing, and math. She has also been an amateur wedding photographer and a CNA (to which she gives kudos but says never again.)
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Question: A seductress steals your husband, rips apart your family and shatters your dreams.
You:
a) Wish them luck, and walk away with your head held high (because that’s what society expects you to do)?
b) Quietly seethe, but accept that there is just nothing you can do about it (because it easier for everyone if you do nothing)?
c) Dig up dirt on the bitch (because someone like this would undoubtedly have dirt), use it to sabotage their relationship, then sit back with a glass of Pinot Grigio and watch them burn?
Answer: C. Oh, totally C.
…………………..
Meet Scarlett Smyth. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, has a rocking body and has an above average IQ. She brags that she can ensnare any husband or taken male, and …she often does. She also is ambitious and has a penchant for anything expensive.
When the shrewd and ambitious temptress lays eyes on Bradley Murdoch, she believes she has found her dream man and a ticket to the high life she’s entitled to. There are just two problems:
1) Bradley is married to Rival. Happily at that.
2) They have children. Adorable little girls.
Do those facts deter Scarlett in any way? No, not at all. She is determined to steal Bradley, smoothly replace Rival in his life and show him how to really live life.
In a calculating move, the seductress (she is so good at seduction, she is even penning a book on it) befriends the quiet and unassuming Rival and worms her way into Bradley’s life.
There’s more: To expedite things, Scarlett the mistress, engineers a way to wipe Rival out of the picture – sends the clueless wife on a “vacation”.
But Scarlett may have underestimated her opponent. When Rival realizes the extent of the betrayal, she decides, even though she lacks Scarlett’s genius IQ, not to turn the other cheek. In fact, she is determined to win back her husband, believing that he is a good man who is simply mistaking lust for love. She believes that someone like Scarlett has to have skeletons in her cupboards and she begins to snoop around, anything she can use against the other woman, anything that can help her exact revenge.
What Rival doesn’t realize is: no one takes on Scarlett – no one dares. The betrayed wife and the other woman collide. The result is another gripping suspense thriller from best selling author Eve Rabi.
If you’ve enjoyed Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, Girl on a Train by Paula Hawkins, books by Marian Keyes and Liane Moriarty, you will enjoy this ‘suspenseful, romantic and entertaining tale of love, lust and revenge.’
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“Look, there’s no other way to say this. I’m leaving you, okay? I’m sorry.”
“Whaaaat? Why?”
“I’ve…met someone, Rival and I want…to…to move on, build a life with her.”
“Bradley, I don’t understand; we’re married, we have kids … what…what…?” I look at Nurse Eden and follow her eyes to Scarlett’s face.
As I stare at Scarlett, things crystalize before me. “You? You’re that someone?!” I look at Bradley, “She’s my friend, Bradley?”
He looks at the floor.
“Look, Rival,” Scarlett says, shifting to the edge of her seat, “you and Bradley, you were having problems, you went away, and Bradley, he…didn’t know when you were coming back, and –”
“No, no, no –”
“— things just happened and…and we’re now together,” Bradley finishes. “It’s nobody’s fault, Rival. Things just unfolded this way and now –”
“Bradley, I didn’t go away’ I’ve been in hospital, and for just sixty days,” I finally say in a voice that sounds strange to me.
“Yes, but…” Scarlett shrugs.
“This is not happening, Bradley,” I mutter. “This can’t –” I stop talking when I see my husband holding my friend’s hand with both of his. It feels like I’ve been Tasered.
“Rival,” Scarlett says, “Bradley’s had enough of –”
“Don’t speak,” I say in a cold voice, my index finger raised in the air.
“– you and –”
“Don’t SPEAK! This is between me and my husband!”
When she continues speaking, I grab hold of the heavy-duty stapler from the doctor’s room and slam it against her head.
“Told you not to speak, didn’t I?”
About the Author:
Eve Rabi is a screenwriter and author of 33 romantic crime and suspense novels. Inspired by the likes of Sidney Sheldon and Gillian Flynn, her tales are bold, scandalous, controversial and often humorous. To quote an Amazon reviewer: “When you pick up an Eve Rabi book, forget sleep. She writes gripping page turners that will keep you reading till the very end.” If you’re bored of regular romance, if you like your romance with twists and turns, if you prefer your crime novels to have strong romantic themes, then you will enjoy Eve Rabi’s multi-genre books. In her spare time, Eve likes to dance like no one is watching. She also likes to eat like no one is watching. That’s why she has to dance so often.
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Author
Interview
1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book?
I
didn’t really choose this genre. It chose me. Over the course of about fifteen
years I’d collected a lot of folk stories about the famous 17th
century Irish harper Turlough O’Carolan, the central figure in “King of the
Blind”. At some point I realized my research notes would make a great novel so
I started work on it.
2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a first
born, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of the world?
I’m
a first born, though I was born with brain damage and wasn’t expected to live.
So, my parents were more attached to my younger sister. I was left mostly to my
own devices when I was growing up. Due to my sickly nature as a boy I had to
spend a lot of time on my own. I guess that’s where my imagination kicked in to
keep me sane. My love of stories and storytelling comes from those early
experiences.
3. Where is your favorite place to write?
I
like to write in bed with a laptop, though a comfortable sofa serves the
purpose just as well. If the room is darkened I tend to be able to continue
without a break for many hours. I’m easily distracted though.
4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the
remains?
“King
of the Blind” is all about life and living it to the full so, death is a very
important part of the story. There’s a tension between life and death that’s
inescapable, even if most of us would prefer not to admit it. In my stories
death always holds a lesson for the characters. And some of my characters are
also undying, which is another side to the coin of death.
5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one
burning question you must ask them?
I
don’t have one favourite author. My taste shifts and changes from one month to
the next. I’d love to have met James Joyce, though. And Tolkien would have been
a fascinating fellow to have a chat with. I probably wouldn’t want to talk
about their books so much as their lives. I’d love to hear about some of
Tolkien’s experiences in World War One.
6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one
knows.
I’m
classed as a high-functioning autistic. I was diagnosed in the 60’s before
there was much awareness of autism. I have the sort of mind that appreciates
and recalls details, especially about the subjects I’m obsessed with, such as
stories and music. “King of the Blind” is a story about music so I can honestly
say it was the novel I enjoyed writing most.
7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a back pack for company.
What three items are in your survival pack?
A
calligraphy pen. A large notebook of very fine, unlined paper. A selection of
coloured inks. That would keep me busy until I got rescued.
8. If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?
Time-travel.
I’d love to be able to drift about through the human timeline observing and
participating in the history. Before the age of television, stories were a lot
more important and so many have been forgotten…
9. Favorite snack?
Crystallised ginger. I grew up near to some big ginger farms. I love the stuff.
10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit? I’ve never been a speed limit kind of person. At the same time, I haven’t really got a clue where I’m going or how to get there. I prefer to watch as life unfolds. Somedays it’s pedal to the metal. Other days I’m coasting along without a care in the world. The trick is to be ready. for whatever life offers you.
King Of The Blind
by Caiseal Mor
GENRE: Fantasy / Historical Fiction
BLURB:
In
1688 a plague of smallpox swept through Ireland. Like many others, eighteen
year old Turlough O’Carolan was struck down. He was one of the lucky ones to
survive. However, the sickness cost him his eyesight. Within two years of being
blinded he’d learned to play the harp and taken to the road as a travelling
musician. In time he’d be considered the greatest of all the Irish harpers. His
music is still played all around the world today.
To the end of his days he always maintained that Otherworldly beings, known in
Ireland as the Shee, had granted him the gift of music and were responsible for
at least some of his compositions. This is a story from a time when the veil
between the worlds was thinner and belief in the mystical “Good People”, was
still strong.
Excerpt:
‘And you think you can win back her affection by becoming a
great harper yourself, do you?’
‘At least she might look at me if I was a musician and
dressed in a fine coat and hat.’
‘What would you give for the chance to win her back?’
Turlough didn’t have to think about the answer. ‘I’d give
anything, anything at all, to be a great musician and to have Bridget Cruise
look on me as she looked on David Murphy this evening.’
‘A harper’s life is hard,’ Crilly warned. ‘I know, for I
myself took to the road with harp and horse in days gone by. You might leave your
home and not return for years at a time. You might walk the length and breadth
of Ireland in twelve months and barely scratch a living in that whole time.’
‘I would suffer any discomfort to learn the craft of music.
I don’t care if I never see the McDermott lands or their fat cows and spindly
goats again as long as I live.’
Crilly raised his eyebrows and put a hand on the young lad’s
shoulder. ‘You don’t know what you’re saying,’ he replied sternly. ‘It’s the
excitement of youth that’s guiding your tongue. So, I’ll try to imagine those
words never passed your lips.’
‘I truly would not be grieved if I never laid eyes on this
parish again,’ Turlough repeated. ‘I mean you no offence, squire, but I want to
be as far from this estate and Bridget’s father as possible.’
Crilly squeezed the lad’s upper arm hard. ‘Do not say such a
thing. Not here. Not on a hill where the Fair Folk might hear you. Not on a
moonless night when they like to wander from their homes.’
‘Would you teach me to play?’ Turlough asked.
‘Would you learn?’ the squire replied, loosening his grip.
‘If I had the chance I’d spend every waking moment behind that instrument. I’d devote myself to study and practise until I became a master. I’d earn the title of Chief Musician of Ireland.’
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Caiseal
Mor is an Australian sci-fi and fantasy novelist, artist and musician. Ancient
Celtic Folklore has been a major inspiration for his thirteen published Fantasy
novels. Mór also composes and records music, having produced seventeen albums
since 1995. He is well known for his self-designed book and album covers and
his intricate artworks in both traditional and digital mediums. Since 2013 he
has been developing a distinctive graphic art style and creating digital
sculptures in 3D.
Carolyn Arnold will be giving away a paperback copy of Remnants.
ON THE COUNT OF THREE
by Carolyn Arnold
GENRE: Thriller
BLURB:
And
they thought prison was hell…
When
a woman’s disappearance ticks off all the same boxes as two unsolved murders,
Miami homicide detective Kelly Marsh is convinced there’s about to be a third.
If she’s right and the killer sticks to their previous MO, she only has three
days before Jenna Kelter’s decapitated head will show up somewhere in the city.
With no time to waste, Kelly reaches out to the one person she knows can help:
her former mentor and family friend Jack Harper, who just happens to lead a
team with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.
BAU
special agent and profiler Brandon Fisher easily sees the similarities between
Detective Marsh’s missing person case and the two cold cases: all three victims
served time for DUI vehicular homicide and disappeared three days after being
released from prison. But is that enough to assume Kelter has been abducted by
a serial killer? Brandon’s not so sure and fears his boss may have let his
personal connection to Marsh cloud his judgment. Surely there isn’t any other
explanation for why they jumped into an investigation less than twenty-four
hours after Kelter was reported missing. Then again, maybe Brandon is letting
his own differences with the detective affect his perspective. He’ll need to
move past it, though—and quickly.
After
all, this killer has evaded capture for the past six years, and they may be
looking at a lot more victims than originally suspected. This serial killer is
calling the shots and pulling them into a macabre game of cat and mouse. While
the team has no choice but to play, if they don’t make the right moves, one of
them may not make it out of Miami alive.
Excerpt:
“Jack.” Detective Marsh turned around. She was grinning. And
she was a looker. Her brown, blown-out hair fell a few inches past her
shoulders, and she was probably about five-and-a-half feet tall. She had a
runner’s body, almond-shaped eyes, rosebud lips, and a sun-kissed complexion.
She looked from Jack to the rest of us. “This must be your team.”
Jack smiled at Marsh like a proud father. “It is.” He
gestured for us to introduce ourselves.
“Special Agent Brandon Fisher,” I said, holding out a hand
to her. She had a solid grip and wore fluorescent-green nail polish. Her eyes
met mine, and hers lit. Who said brains and brawn couldn’t coexist? I pegged
Marsh as a powerhouse.
She made the rounds with Paige and Zach, then returned to
Jack.
“I heard about your mother,” Marsh said. “I’m sorry I
couldn’t make it up for the funeral.”
Jack held up a hand. “Not necessary. We all have jobs to
do.” He paused. “So why don’t you tell us what you can about Kelter?”
She nodded. “Her husband reported her…”
I was aware that Marsh continued to talk, but I was stuck on
the fact that she and Jack obviously shared a history. For a man who would have
us believe he didn’t have a personal life, evidence to the contrary stood in
front of us. Marsh’s instant reaction to his presence alone should have told me
that much. A large grin? Jack rarely initiated those from anyone.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
CAROLYN
ARNOLD is an international best-selling and award-winning author, as well as a
speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction
series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and
Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre
diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and
thrillers to action adventures.
Both
her female detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by those in law
enforcement as being accurate and entertaining, leading her to adopt the
trademark: POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT™.
Carolyn
was born in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she also loves
the lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted by her dreams, her
overactive imagination insists that she tell her stories. Her intention is to
touch the hearts of millions with her books, to entertain, inspire, and
empower.
She
currently lives in London, Ontario with her husband and beagle and is a member
of Crime Writers of Canada and Sisters in Crime.
1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book? You know how they say when you go to pick out a puppy, the puppy really choses you? Yeah, it was the same for me when it came time to write romance books. The Contemporary romance genre is the only one I could see for myself to write. I lovelovelove Regencies, but all the knowledge you have to have on everything from table settings to clothing to the rank of the royal lineage is waaaaaay to much for me to remember. I knew if I got it wrong, readers would hate me. Since I’m a here and now kinda girl, contemporary seemed appropriate. And since I write ContempRomance, when I decided to do another Holiday story involving the San Valentino family, it was the perfect fit. Uncle Sonny is featured in my two previous San Valentino books, 3 Wishes and A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights as a secondary character. I had so many readers tell me they loved him and wanted a story about his family, I just knew I had to write it. It’s become a simple tradition for me to pen a holiday San Valentino book every year, and I’m so pleased the way CHRISTMAS AND CANNOLIS came out.
2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a first born, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of the world? I adore this question because I’ve written extensively on the topic of birth order on my blog, PeggyJaeger.com. I’m an only child of divorced parents who both remarried and neither couple had any more children, so in the big scheme of things, I’ve got 4 parental figures – 2 biological and 2 steps. Now, you might assume I’d won the presents and attention lottery with all those adults focused on me and me alone as a child. You would be incorrect in that assumption. I barely saw my father and stepmother while I was growing up and my mother and stepfather where two lower middle class people who had menial, low paying jobs and who needed to work 10-12 hours per day just to keep a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. Now, because I was alone for great stretches of time after school, on holiday breaks and during the summer vacations, I learned to be very independent. I taught myself how to cook, sew, balance a budget/checkbook, and had my first paying job at the age of 11. And because of all that independence, I tend to write very strong, capable women and I’ve raised a strong, capable, independent daughter. Do I still lament the fact that I have no siblings? Yes, every day. SO much so that I married a man who comes from a huge family! 6 kids total.
3. Where is your favorite place to write? I’m going to be honest and tell you the ONLY place I can write is in my attic office in my house. I’ve tried writing in cafes, or when I’m on vacation, or even in the car when I’m the passenger. I can’t. I need the house to be empty, total quiet surrounding me, and then I can pound out the words. So my office is my defacto favorite place to write since it’s the only place I can write.
4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains? Luckily, my murder rate is low – I typically only have to kill redundant words, a few at a time. I’ve never had to annihilate full chapters or sections. I think the reason is because I am such a detailed plotter. Before I ever sit down to write I’ve got what I want to say plotted out. The major changes and murders I commit are to dialogue tags and repetitious words.
5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? Fab question and it happened to me in 2015. I was attending RWA San Antonio and met NORA ROBERTS at the Literacy book signing. I had everything planned out that I wanted to say to her. The moment it was my turn and I handed her my book to sign I burst into tears because I was so overcome just be being in her presence. She really is like a unicorn to me! She asked my why I was crying and I said, “Because it’s you!” through tears. She laughed, waved a hand at me and told me to sit down. Then she proceeded to make me feel like I was an old friend who’d arrived for tea and catch-up. By the time my turn was over I was able to ask her what the best advice to a wanna be romance writer ( me!) was. She said, simply, to put my ass in my chair and write the book of my heart. And I did!
6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows. I don’t think anyone knows this, but, I imagine like all authors do, I talk to myself in my character voices when I’m reading over dialogue to hear if the words ring true and sound like something the character would really say.
7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a back pack for company. What three items are in your survival pack? An unending ream of toilet paper, a water purification filter, and a solar powered laptop.
8. If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be? Another question I just love! Like Wonder Woman’s lasso of truth, I would want the power to know when someone is lying. I’d force politicians to be honest, make criminals confess their crimes, and hold people in power accountable to the people they serve and work for. Plus, it would be a great power to lord over teenagers, wouldn’t it? Hee Hee
9. Favorite snack? Pepperidge Farm Milano Cookies
10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit? Your questions are so perfectly written! I am a plotter – my course is set before my fingers ever hit a keystoke in a new book I’m working on. Because I’m a Nurse, I approach everything with the scientific method for asking questions and trying to elicit information. This falls into my writing as well, where I plan out every scene and every book in detail first. Do I ever change course or hit a speed bump ( Using your metaphors here!)” Yes. And yes, sometimes a character will veer of the plotted path. When that happens – rare though it does – I usually allow it to run it’s course and then see if it is worth keeping or discarding. If it doesn’t advance the plot, answer a question, or make you want to turn the page, it gets nixed. If it makes the story better, then I keep it and build from there. But nine times out of ten, I stay the course I’ve planned.
BLURB:
With Christmas season in full swing, baker Regina San Valentino is up to her elbows in cake batter and cookie dough. Between running her own business, filling her bursting holiday order book, and managing her crazy Italian family, she’s got no time to relax, no room for more custom cake orders, and no desire to find love. A failed marriage and a personal tragedy have convinced her she’s better off alone. Then a handsome stranger enters her bakery begging for help. Regina can’t find it in her heart to refuse him.
Connor Gilhooly is in a bind. He needs a specialty cake for an upcoming fundraiser and puts himself—and his company’s reputation—in Regina’s capable hands. What he doesn’t plan on is falling for a woman with heartbreak in her eyes or dealing with a wise-guy father and a disapproving family.
Can Regina lay her past to rest and trust the man who’s awoken her heart?
Excerpt:
I spotted my customer in the seat my mother indicated. His back was toward me, but I could tell he was tall from how much of him shot up from the chair. Since I didn’t know how to address him, I simply said, “Excuse me?” when I finally arrived at the table. I was all set to introduce myself and ask how I could help him, but before the words could form in my throat I was struck mute. Truly. I stopped short, my mouth falling open like unfilled cannoli shells, and no sound came out.
He turned to me at the exact moment a slice of midday November sunlight streamed through the window, landing right on him and surrounding his head in a halo of bright, brilliant light. I wouldn’t have been surprised if a choir of angels started belting out celestial high notes because the guy could have been a charter member of the Messenger of God club.
Facially, he looked a little older than my thirty-two, but not over the forty-year mark yet. Where my hair is the color of wet ink, his was a shock of silver threaded with faint stripes of peppery black above his ears. It looked so thick and touch-worthy, the tips of my fingers were actually tingling to clutch the ends and grab on. Eyes the color of threatening storm clouds—gray and tinged with pale shards of blue—peered up at me, a question pulling at their corners. Eyelashes most women had to pay for framed his lids naturally. His jaw was square, his cheekbones carved from marble by a master sculptor.
But his mouth—Madre di Dio, his mouth. It was about as perfect as two lips meeting in the center of a face could be. Full and thick with that natural rimmed outline women were forced to create with a liner pencil, it was the most kissable mouth I’d ever seen. Tinted the color of aged Barolo—my father’s favorite wine—ripe and smooth, full-bodied and intense, it simply stopped me in my tracks.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance writer who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.
Family and food play huge roles in Peggy’s stories because she believes there is nothing that holds a family structure together like sharing a meal…or two…or ten. Dotted with humor and characters that are as real as they are loving, Peggy brings all topics of daily life into her stories: life, death, sibling rivalry, illness and the desire for everyone to find their own happily ever after. Growing up the only child of divorced parents she longed for sisters, brothers and a family that vowed to stick together no matter what came their way. Through her books, she has created the families she wanted as that lonely child.
Tying into her love of families, her children’s book, THE KINDNESS TALES, was illustrated by her artist mother-in-law.
Peggy holds a master’s degree in Nursing Administration and first found publication with several articles she authored on Alzheimer’s Disease during her time running an Alzheimer’s in-patient care unit during the 1990s.
In 2013, she placed first in two categories in the Dixie Kane Memorial Contest: Single Title Contemporary Romance and Short/Long Contemporary Romance.
In 2017 she came in 3rd in the New England Reader’s Choice contest for A KISS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS and was a finalist in the 2017 STILETTO contest for the same title.
In 2018, Peggy was a finalist in the HOLT MEDALLION Award and once again in the 2018 Stiletto Contest.
A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, she is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.
