Monday, September 10, 2012

Guest Post/Giveaway with Author R.E. Butler

Everyone give a big Unwritten welcome to paranormal romance and erotica author R.E. Butler. She's written a guest post that almost ANY woman can relate to! Don't forget to answer her question in the comments (and leave your email address) for a chance to win one of the books on her backlist! To see R.E.'s available books, visit these links:


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Bio:
R.E. Butler has called Southern New Jersey home for the past three years, and lives there with her husband, two young children, and two dogs.  She retired from her executive assistant job at 27 to become a stay-at-home mom, and took the plunge into self-publishing in 2011, with the first in her wiccan-were-bear novella series.  When she's not busy chasing her kids and dogs around, you'll find her working at her laptop, arguing with her characters, and avoiding housework as much as possible.



My Best Friend the Dishwasher

by R.E. Butler

There isn't a whole lot that it takes to make me happy.  A few quiet minutes in the morning with a hot cup of tea.  The smiles on my kids' faces.  A good book.  And, oh yeah, my dishwasher.

I'm a child of the 80s.  I remember when my father installed our first dishwasher.  No longer would I be shackled to the kitchen sink after dinner, elbow deep in suds while my brother dried.  Since then, I haven't hand washed a dish unless it was imperative to keeping the dish in top shape.  Like the set of pans my husband got me last year.  They all have to be hand washed, damn him.  I love the pans, hate to wash them, and I'm lazy enough to debate the need for a non-stick surface every time I use them and consider shoving them carelessly into the dishwasher.  And then there's my Great Grandmother's hundred year-old dishes.  They didn't even have dishwashers back then, so guess what?  Hand washing.  Every time.  Which is why they're tucked away in the cabinet except for holidays.

I didn't realize how much I really loved my dishwasher until it broke on Monday.  For some reason, right when it was full to the brim with dishes, it wouldn't start.  I had to empty everything out for my handy-man husband so he could figure out what was wrong with it.  Turns out it needs a new control panel.  $150 later, I'm a week out from delivery which means - horror of horrors! - I have to hand wash my dishes for the next week.

I know what you're thinking.  Hey, you're a woman of the 21st century.  You can wash dishes.  Well, of course I can, but the truth is, I don't want to.  My husband said the way I was carrying on about washing dishes, that it sounded as if I'd gone back into the stone ages with the loss of one modern convenience.  I have to say, it kind of felt that way.

When I wrote The Tribe's Bride, I set the majority of the story in the late 1600s, with a fictional Native American tribe that set up residence in a mountainous region.  I did extensive research about what life was like back then; how people hunted, cooked, sewed and lived.  The heroine, Carrie, is dropped from modern times back into the 1600s.  Writing about her coping with the abrupt changes to her life as she learns to live without any modern conveniences taught me a lot.  The main thing...that I'd make a lousy pioneer.

There are a lot of things I could live without.  The television, my Jacuzzi tub, and even my Kindle because I could always go back to reading books from the library.  But in all honesty, I don't think I could live without my dishwasher.  I crave the time saving that comes with pouring in some soap, shutting the door and pushing the 'start' button.  Call me lazy if you will, but if washing the dinner dishes by hand means I can't cuddle with my kids and watch SpongeBob (who, by the way I could definitely live without), then I'll take my dishwasher, thank you very much.

My dishwasher.  How I miss you.

If there was one modern convenience you absolutely couldn't live without, what would it be?  Comment (and leave your email address) for a chance to win one ebook from R.E.'s backlist. A winner will be drawn in ONE week, on 9/17/12. 

Saturday, September 8, 2012

An Interview With Author Laxmi Hariharan


Bio: While originally from India, Laxmi Hariharan is now based in London. She has written for various publications including The Times of India, The Independent, Inside Singapore, Inside Hong Kong and Asian Age. Indian mythology inspires her work. When not writing, this chai-swigging technophile enjoys long walks in the woods, growing eye-catching flowers and indulging her inner geek. Her debut novel The Destiny of Shaitan won the Summer 2012 Readers' pick award and is available on Amazon http://tiny.cc/szqsew. Reach Laxmi here:

If you like her writing, and would like to be profiled on her blog as part of her Reader Avatars series, then please send an email to: laxmihariharan@yahoo.com


Please give a warm welcome to Laxmi Hariharan, author of The Destiny of Shaitan (#1 Chronicle of the Three). She generously gave away three copies of her debut novel for my 20,000TH Hit Giveaway, and she won an interview during some of the fun on the Facebook event page. If you missed those, shame on you. We had a blast!

Highgate Wood
Let's get on to the dirty business of author interrogation. Laxmi, tell the Unwritten readers about yourself. What do you do when you're not writing fantastical tales full of Indian mythology?

When I am not writing I enjoy walking in the woods near my home in London. I lived in a few different countries before moving to London. It’s a well-kept secret that London is one of the greenest cities on this planet, really!  You are never more than ten minutes away from a park or a heath or woodlands. Highgate Wood near my home in North London is my all time favourite place to walk. It has trees many centuries old, and I swear they talk to me as I glide between them. I also love growing flowers – jasmine, rose & lavender are my favourite. Walking out on my decking my morning cup of sweetened chai, inhaling the aroma of fresh leaves and the drizzle on the grass is my favourite time of the day.

I loved the trivia questions you provided for our giveaway event page. Give us the scoop on your series and how Indian mythology ties into it.

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It is a constant surprise how much I use Indian mythology as a North Star. To understand this, I had to trace my memory back to when I was very little, about five or younger, and recall my grandmother telling me stories of the Indian gods and goddesses. My subconscious had soaked this up, using it as a springboard in my writing.

The three  key protagonists Tiina, Yudi & Rai are inspired by the concept of the Trimurti  — The great trinity; a concept in Indian mythology in which the cosmic functions of creation, maintenance, and destruction are personified by Brahma, the creator, Vishnu, the maintainer or preserver, and Shiva, the destroyer or transformer.

 Indian mythology features some very strong feminine role models and goddesses. In The Destiny of Shaitan, #1 Chronicle of The Three, I modeled Tiina, the protagonist, is on Uma or Parvati, the divine mother, the supreme goddess of power in Indian my. She is divine life energy (or Shakti), stronger than any other god. Tiina is a manifestation of the divine feminine.

Yudi the other protagonist, is based on Yudhishtra. In the ancient Indian epic, the Mahabharatha he is the righteous one, the one who always speaks the truth, showing unflinching adherence to satya (truth) and dharma (righteousness to fulfill one's moral duty), which were more precious to him than royal ambitions, and material pursuits. Yudhishtra is also a very conflicted character in mythology, because his weakness is gambling. He loses his entire kingdom, brothers, and even his wife in a game of dice. This is the story at the heart of the Mahabharatha, and that is how I saw Yudi. Trying to do the right thing, but always conflicted by his weaknesses that hold him back.

Vishnu as Lion Man
Many of the other characters such as Lion Man – who is half man, half lion, comes from a very well-known figure in Indian mythology who was half man – half lion, and an avatar of the powerful God Vishnu, who takes on the form of the Lion Man to destroy evil on Earth. The same with the Nagas who are half human – half serpent.

The battle scenes in The Destiny of Shaitan, themselves were inspired by the epic battle of the Indian epic, the Mahabharata. Writing this proved to be too ambitious, however. I was already working with a wide canvas, spanning an entire solar system I had created, and the task became breathtaking in terms of outlining the battle scenes in such detail.


I always snoop around and find out about people before I interview them. Kinda like looking in their medicine cabinets, I suppose, but not quite so intrusive. I did find that you've given yourself a goal of finishing your second book in nine months. How's it coming along? Are you following any strict outlines or writing routines?


I seem to work best under pressure and with crazy deadlines. It took me nine years to write my first novel in fits and spurts, but just six weeks to re-write about 80% of the final draft, edit it, find a great cover and get in on Amazon. Hence my challenge to myself is to complete my second in The Chronicle of The Three in nine months. After all if a baby can be created in nine, surely I can create my book too right? I am much more organised this time around. While The Destiny of Shatian, was a seat of the pants, organic, stream-of-fantasy novel, for Return to Seven Islands, #2 Chronicle of The Three, I am plotting it right now. Then am going to join Nanowrimo, and try and write the first draft in November. Then edit and re-write for a spring 2013 launch. I hope to time the release with Holi – the Indian spring festival of colours next year.  Do you think I am too ambitious? Hope not!


On your email signature, you have a little link that says "About Me" (told ya I snoop), and within it is a picture of a little girl with a beautiful white owl. The caption reads, "I Love Owls". Is that you in the picture, and if so, what do you like about owls?

Lakshmi with Owl

Ha! You are one of the few who actually caught this Mysti J. The Owl personifies the wise one, right? Interestingly in Indian Mythology, Lakshmi the Goddess of Wealth & Good Fortune who I am named after is said to favour the owl as her mascot too. 

I feel sometimes like I am a peacock on the outside and an owl inside. Hence my blog is called Young Adult – Old Soul. I am one of those born old people. Yet as a Leo, I am vain about my appearance, I take pride in looking good. My life reflects this interesting set of contradictions all through. I hope that through Chronicle of The Three series I can share some of my quick spots of insights with my readers, one of them being that the destination is not important, the journey itself is key. How you go through your life, the adventures you have, what you learn, and how you live in the moment are what it is all about. While we are all influenced by the past and live in the hope of realizing our future, it is the realization that this current moment, the now and what you do with it, holds the key to your happiness. Buddhism also calls this ‘true spirituality.’ This is a big theme of my writing. I hope my readers will also take this message away too, from The Destiny of Shaitan.



You've written for various news publications over the years. What's been the most challenging aspect of writing fiction vs. journalism?


Journalism is a great way to meeting interesting people and find out more about their lives. It inspires fiction. I truly believe that the best stories exist in the voyage of the soul which everyday people undertake. Everyone has a secret, even that teller at the bank who spends every day, banking your cheque, he then probably goes home, changes into his superhero costume and becomes a vigilante. So the two are complimentary.


Everyone gets a random question when they visit Unwritten. Here's yours: What's your guilty pleasure when it comes to snacking?


Dark, chocolate chip cookies. I love them when they are soft, very American style!


Now, Ms. Hariharan, would you be so kind as to share an excerpt of your work?

Yudi

It is the first time she has been so aggressive in her lovemaking. Where earlier he had been the one hungry for her, this time it is she who catches fire. Ravenous, she consumes him whole, as if she had joined her soul to his and transfused all the energy, draining him and filling herself until she was replete and he had nothing left to give. He didn’t think he could move.
 They lie on the floor of the spaceship, their legs still intertwined. Yudi pillows her head under his left arm. Her right leg is flung over his left. They had not bothered to remove their clothes before making love. Both of them had been so impatient to simply touch and feel her living breathing vitality that it was almost as if they had wanted to assure each other that after all that death that there was still hope, that life still went on. The taste of her fills his mouth, wiping away the flavour of loss, replacing it with something more heartrending.
Love. I am in love with her.
He hadn’t known Rai very well, but Rai had been Tiina’s best friend. Somehow they had understood each other, communicating on a level where he hadn’t been allowed to enter. Rai had propped her up emotionally when she had fallen apart after Yudi had cheated on her.
For the first time, Yudi acknowledges the consequences of his actions, understanding he had been wrong to do that, but perhaps one has to make mistakes to grow up. Mimir had been right. This journey was changing all of them.
Feeling Tiina shiver, he turns and puts his arm around her, covering as much of her with his body as he can. Burying his face in her neck, he breathes of that essence that is so uniquely her. He raises his face and sees her staring into his eyes.
“Shaitan will come after us for revenge, to take back the Isthmus.”
He nods, wondering what was going on in that mind of hers.
“You must avenge Rai. You must kill Shaitan.”
“An eye for an eye, Tiina?”
“Rai was innocent. He gave up his life for us.”
“He knew what had to be done for the greater good, for the mission.”
“And, what about Simh? Will you let his death be in vain?”
More disturbed than he cares to admit by her words, he retreats from her and lies back on the floor, his skin barely touching hers. His thoughts are in a twist; he understands Tiina’s need for revenge. As for him, he just feels numb, somewhat insulated from the reality of death. Is Rai really dead? Was Lion Man really my guardian angel? And if he is gone, who will look out for me now? Is it selfish to think of myself first?
Probably. He mentally shrugs, but then again, he was a selfish bastard to begin with, and topmost of his concern is how to take care of Tiina so that she does not do anything stupid. Adamant as she is, chances are she is going to do something reckless. Unless he promised her, told her what she wanted to hear, so that she would calm down.
He looks at the Isthmus on his wrist. Wearing it makes him feel responsible for his actions. It is as if he is being made to pay for years of being happy-go-lucky. Ah! To be able to act without worrying about the consequences.  He wishes for a simpler time, when all he had to do was worry about where his next adventure came from.
“I will take revenge, Tiina. After all, Rai was also my friend. I promise that he did not die in vain.”
Her face is devoid of emotions, as if she has shut off, refusing to let him in.
Why can’t I tell what she is really feeling? Trying to get a rise out of her, he blurts out, “I love you, Tiina.”


Thank you so much for being here, Laxmi! I hope you can return and I wish you much success!


Thank you Mysti. The best part of being an author is having the opportunity to meet incredibly inspiring people like you. Thank you for giving me the chance to share my words with your readers. 


Friday, September 7, 2012

An Interview With Stefanie J Pristavu

Bio: Born and raised in Romania, the only girl with two brothers, Stefanie has spent her childhood playing pretend and inventing characters. Once she actually learned how to spell in English, she started writing the adventures of her alter egos, just to prove to a friend that she could do it better. Hundreds of thousands of words and thirteen years later, after two years of learning the craft of writing, Steph still tests the waters of her imagination, coming up with stories and characters.

Visit Stef's blog: http://stephacrosstheborder.blogspot.com/

I'm tickled pink to have fellow Melange author and one of my best critique partners here for her first interview on Unwritten! Stefanie's debut novel, Hunters, was published this July by Melange Books' Fire & Ice Young Adult imprint. You can find my review of it HERE.

I had the privilege of seeing this novel unfold on one of my favorite writing sites, Critique Circle, where Stefanie, I, and others trade up critiques. I can't recommend the site enough for improving your writing and critiquing skills. If you're a writer of any genre, at any level, I recommend giving it a try.

On with the business of interrogation. Stefanie, for the unfortunate souls who haven't met you yet, tell us where you're from and what you do when you're not writing about quirky paranormal characters.


Hi, Mysti! Thanks for having me on you’re swoon-worthy blog. And I agree about Critique Circle. Three years ago I had no idea what POV, sentence structure or dialogue punctuation was, and now, look at me, I’m a published author. Still can’t get my head around that.

About me: well, I’m from Romania. That’s right, the country with Transylvania in it. It’s a pretty awesome place as far as landscapes are concerned. We have everything from mountains to seaside, which is awesome.

When I’m not writing paranormal quirky characters, I’m writing quirky non-paranormal characters. Okay, that was supposed to be a joke, don’t laugh. Well, I have a pretty busy life, but I mostly try to squeeze some reading in there. I’ve recently discovered the joys of beta-reading and I want to help as many of my friends out (since I’m kidding myself that I’m actually good at it). Other than that, I’m the normal girl. I sometimes go out with my friends, hang out with my hubby, go see a movie, watch TV, and waste a lot of time procrastinating on the internet.

Me: You mean you're normal? You don't camp out in Dracula's castle? Who knew?


Thanks to your beautiful Facebook pictures, I know you had a beautiful June wedding (Congratz!!!). How's married life going? Anything about it you didn't expect?


Aww, thanks Mysti! Cough*stalker*cough. (jk) Married life is awesome. It’s so nice to know you have someone who always has your back, and that he’ll always be there for you. My husband is a sweetheart, and the sense of intimacy and family we share is amazing.
Didn’t expect… hmmm. I can’t say there’s something I didn’t expect. Maybe I didn’t expect it to be THIS much fun.

Me: I like to see what's in your medicine cabinet and behind your shower curtain too, but who doesn't?


Having experienced this myself, I wonder...has your hubby yet accused you of basing your male characters off him?


Lol, no, because he doesn’t read my stuff. He understands English pretty well, but doesn’t really read. So he sometimes asks me what my books are about, but that conversation usually resumes to plot and action, not characters. What he doesn’t know is that I actually do base certain traits of my characters off him. Like, for example, the ability to drive and park anywhere. My husband is an awesome driver! He also has the biting humor and sarcasm of most male alphas, and I love that about him.


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Let's talk about Hunters. It's definitely one of the better vampire novels I've read. No one sparkles, the characters are witty and you threw in a hefty dose of humor and passion. What prompted you to write this novel?


Ugh, this is a long story. I’ll keep it as short as possible. Thanks to a guest post I’ve done on Unwritten, you already know I’m up for a writing challenge. I was reading Interview with the Vampire AND I was in Prague when the idea just popped into my head. Why don’t I write something a bit different, where vampires are back to being the bad guys? This little beginning scene stuck in my head – the one of Rachel and Daniel in the tower I’d seen – the opening of the novel. And I took from there.

Oh, and I wanted to try writing romance, since a crit partner of mine said I might be pretty darn good at it ;)


What was the most challenging part of writing Hunters?


I never thought I’d say this, but the characters just wouldn’t come out the way I wanted them to. Initially, I thought it would be easy, since I’ve based them off two already existing characters that I loved. But, apparently, changing the names also changed their personality and they came out… not so great (you might remember how weak and whiny Rachel was and how much of a jerk Daniel turned out at first.)

Me: Yeah, they were downright terrible. *wink* Actually, I think we can share sob stories about uncooperative characters.

Other than that, I had to work with description. I personally don’t like it much, so it’s always a challenge for me to describe anything, especially with my limited vocabulary. 


Tell our readers a little about your experience on Critique Circle. What are the pros and cons of this online critique website, in your opinion?


I love CC. Even now, when I’m crazy busy, I try to get there and crit as often as possible. I’ve learned so much about the craft of writing there. And, to be honest, only from there. I haven’t touched ONE book on the subject of writing. It’s just my gut and the knowledge of my crit partners and others on the forums.

The pros are definitely that anyone, from anywhere (including little ole me) can join. Plus, not being face to face with people, you don’t get that shy.

The cons – for me, so far, it’s not getting to see any of you awesome people I’ve befriended. I’d like to go out for coffee with each and every one of you. We’d get so much talking and plotting done! It would be amazing.

Me: I couldn't agree more!

I know this already, but for the sake of the Unwritten fans, what are you working on now, and what can you tell us about it?


Right now I’m editing the life of an UF I’ve written for NaNo last year. It’s called ‘Saving Grace’ and it’s a 100k monstrosity which gets bigger and bigger with each edited chapter. Should probably do something about it.


It’s one of the trickiest things I’ve ever written, since it actually has a moral sub-current which I’m trying to make VERY subtle, so that people would enjoy the book and not feel like I’m preaching (which I am, just a little.)

Also, it’s pretty tough to write and Angel-Demon book and keep religious beliefs out of it. I kinda tried to do that, even if I even bring The Creator in as a character.

Random question comin' at ya: What would your spouse say is your most annoying habit?


Lol, I should ask him. I guess I’m pretty lazy and like to just vegetate on the couch/bed and read and sleep from time to time. He’s a pretty active guy, so he kinda hates the lack of enthusiasm I show occasionally.


Now, Ms. Pristavu, would you mind sharing a short excerpt of your work?


Very well, Ms. Parker. Here we go. This is a short scene from chapter 7 when Rachel and Daniel first escape the Council. And might I add, it’s the easiest escape in the entire book ;)

Every step Rachel took along the runway felt heavier than the last. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Walking obediently between two buffed up Hunters who seemed to live off steroids. Her strength hadn’t fully returned. It was the only reason she wasn’t trying to escape. That and the hope that the Head Hunter hadn’t lied to her. But the closer they got to the small jet waiting next to a metal hangar, the more she doubted it. 
Where was Daniel? 
Her pace slowed and her breathing hitched. There was no was way she was getting on that plane. 
“Come on.” One of the guards nudged her forward. 
Rachel dug her heels into the gravel and stood her ground. “I just changed my mind.” 
“It’s not up to you.” The other guard wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her off the ground. “You’re getting on that plane and going home.” 
Rachel kicked him in the shin. The man gasped and dropped her. She sprinted toward the exit, running as fast as her legs could carry her. It still didn’t feel right. The wire fence wasn’t getting closer at the rate she would have liked. There were a good fifty meters left between her and the gate. She forced her muscles to obey, trying to squish the remainder of the tranquilizer effects. 
“What are you waiting for? Shoot her!” 
A blast sounded behind her. Rachel threw herself forward and rolled on the gravel path. A second shot cut through the silence. She couldn’t believe they missed her twice. She got to her knees and looked over her shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat. Daniel was running toward her, holstering a gun. 
“Come on, Rach.” He yanked her up and pushed her toward the exit.

Thank you so much for being here, Stef, and I wish you a ton of sales!!


Awesome to be here, Mysti. And I wish myself a ton of sales, too. Okay, just kidding about that last part. Or maybe I’m not.


Wednesday, September 5, 2012

An Interview With The Authors of Bedtime Shadows

Coming 9/24/12!
Today brings us another collaborative interview with the two authors of a spooky anthology called Bedtime Shadows (coming 9/24/12): Tara Fox Hall and Jenny Twist. These ladies just happen to be two of my favorite authors and writer friends, so I was very happy to read and review the ARC for them. It's a fantastic collection of stories, so I'll interrogate these poor girls mercilessly until you're frothing at the mouth to read it!

Let's start with Tara Fox Hall. As one of the "queens of spook", I want to know what are some things in real life that truly scare you?

Not much scares me in real life. Like my character Sar from Promise Me, what my faith can’t handle, my guns can usually take care of. Conversation killers like disease and the infirmity of old age are what scare me most, though a close second is the political scene in my country as we approach the presidential election.

Ms. Twist, who's been such a regular here at Unwritten, it feels as though she's my roommate...as the other "queen of spook", what truly scares you?


I feel like we're room-mates, too. I can hardly believe we've never actually met face-to-face.
In books and films, I prefer the subtle stuff. The axe-wielding monster just makes me laugh. I like the thing behind the door, scratching in the dark... whispering...
In real life what scares me is death.

Tara, I think many writers consider putting together anthologies (either collaboratively or by themselves), so tell us who came up with the idea of this anthology, and how did you decide what stories to include in it?

My dear friend Jenny and I were talking about how much we wanted to be in another anthology together, but there were no plans for Melange Books to do a Spellbound 2012 (We met while doing spellbound 2011). Undeterred, we asked Melange if we could do a scary anthology to publish in fall 2012. The answer was yes, and immediately we began picking stories. I love “Doppelganger”, and requested that story of Jenny’s for this anthology. I also wanted to see my previously published Return To Me in print, so that made the list. My story of Latham’s Landing, “All That Remains”, had been shelved for Spellbound 2012, so that was an easy addition.  It took us only a short time to come up with a list of proposed stories.

Jenny, I know some of the stories were previously published in other works ("Doppleganger", for instance). Did you write any stories specifically FOR this collection?


I wrote “The Children of Hope” for a Melange anthology about 'having my baby', but it turned out I'd got hold of the wrong end of the stick and they wanted something inspirational about a couple having a baby together, so it never made it.
“Voices” I wrote for 'Clever Fiction', which is an internet site that issues a short story challenge every week. They give you three words you must include and a word limit. “The Bull-Dancer” you know about. I wrote it for you. All the others were written specifically for this collection.


Tara, which story would you say was your favorite and why? Share a short snippet of it here:


I was going to say Doppelganger, then realized I was supposed to pick one of my own stories. LOL.
Here is a snippet of the horror story, "Shades of Grey":

          The gnarled hand offered the leather-bound tome with a simple cross on the cover. “Take heed of these writings, Majesty. They are not something you can afford to ignore.”
          The military man’s look was scornful. “What I need is divine assistance to win this war against Maxentius. I am a warrior, old man, not a scholar.”
          The man Constantine was that, but he could be much more, if a deft hand but guided his next steps. He could be an instrument for change and bring order out of chaos, combining the elements of various warring religions into one creed that all could embrace.
          “The best generals are those familiar with geography of both land and the curve of ink across a parchment page. Do you not believe a great destiny awaits you? God offers you His divine assistance, if you will but accept His teachings.”
          Constantine accepted the tome as if it was coated in poison. “These Christians, as they call themselves, are nothing to me. Why should I be concerned with their tribal beliefs? Do you not know I am right now preparing for the battle for control of Rome?”
          More than Rome was at stake. The future of the world would be decided tonight.
          “No man is above their people,” the figure said, as it strode out the door. “Even an emperor as great as you are to be, Constantine, need always remember that.”
          Sometimes all that was needed was a suggestion. Other times, The Seer had to push them as hard as he could to get them to achieve their greatness. His greatest reward was that moment of knowing he had achieved equilibrium, as the possible futures he had foreseen narrowed down finally into one singular course.
          The grey clad old man walked quickly down the offal strewn city street, his eyes ignoring the hands that reached out to catch the hem of his coat, or plead for mercy. Mercy was not his to give. His life’s work—and it had been a long life—was keeping the world in balance. There could be no missteps.
          There could be no mercy.


Jenny, which one was YOUR favorite and why? Share a short snippet of it here:


I'm assuming you mean one of mine?

“The Man With No Face”. It's one of those that starts off quite cosy, slowly gets more creepy, and then hits you with a surprise (and rather nasty) ending.

Here is a snippet:
I read somewhere that most people have no memory before the age of five and that very few indeed can remember anything before the age of two. It’s not that babies can’t think. It’s that they haven’t learnt how to save their thoughts as memories.

But I have a memory much earlier than that.

I am sitting in my pram. I know I am in a pram because the hood is up and the view in front of me is framed by the edge of the hood. I can see this very clearly. It has a trim of elasticated material, black with a white pattern. The pattern may be writing. I can’t tell because I am too young to read. 

Through the hood, in front of me, is a garden, bounded by a high brick wall. The wall is covered in a riot of red flowers. I know now the plant is Japonica, but in the memory I have no words for anything. In the middle of the garden there are two people locked in a clumsy embrace. Either they are standing very still or the memory is a still picture—a snapshot in time.

I can see the woman very clearly. She is wearing a white cotton frock with a pattern of tiny blue flowers. Her face is turned toward me, and it bears an expression of anguish. I think she is my mother.

But I can’t see the man clearly at all. I’m not even sure it is a man. But I think it is. He is a shadowy figure, one hand gripping my mother, if she is my mother, the other held over his head. He is holding something aloft, something long and thin—a stick perhaps. I can’t see it clearly at all. Everything about the man is out of focus.

I have always believed that if I could just see his face, if I could identify him, I would understand everything.

My favourite story of Tara's is the last one in the book, “Shades of Grey” (no resemblance to the blockbuster series, thank God). It is SO clever. And again. I love the end. 


Tara, I know you're dying for a random question, so...you suspect your hottie nocturnal neighbor is a vampire. Do you:
 a) Devise a way to kill him (via stake, silver bullet, etc) because who needs vampires?
 b) Ask him to not to feast on you in return for getting his mail and watering his plants when he's gone.
 c) Invite him in and ask him to make you one of his kind.


D) Offer to help him with anything he wanted in exchange for him reading my vampire books and offering pointers. I would love to speak to a real vampire (or weresnake, for that matter), and would be thrilled to call one friend. I’d only kill one in self-defense. : )


Jenny, here's your random question. You discover, after waking up to something poking you at night, that you have a resident ghost. Do you:
a) Call an exorcist/shaman/psychic immediately. That ghost has got to go!
b) Move out. Let the ghost have the place!
c) Try to negotiate. The ghost can stay so long as he leaves you alone at night and straightens up the house.


None of the above. I have always wanted to see a real ghost. I've spoken to so many people who have and I'm so jealous. I'd want to communicate with it if I could and certainly observe it. It can stay as long as likes if it doesn't frighten my guests.


I do believe that was one fun interview. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I'm pretty sure I'll see you ladies back here soon. Best of luck with this new release!

Monday, September 3, 2012

A Review of Hunters by Stefanie J Pristavu

HuntersHunters by Stefanie J. Pristavu
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Finally: a vampire romance novel that doesn't make me nauseous! To be fair, the main characters in Stefanie J. Pristavu's debut novel are not fully vampires, but they're not fully human either. They're Hunters, a human/vampire hybrid, a separate species really. A Hunter's sole purpose in life is to wipe out vampires, rather like Blade. That alone makes them quite intriguing, but its their story that kept me turning the pages.

Daniel Paxton was born a Hunter, but knows little of his past or his heritage. The only thing he's been taught are bits and pieces from his late mentor, Max. Before the actual events of the book begin, we learn that Daniel saved (then human) Rachel Guiliani from a vampire attack by making her into a Hunter. So, now the two of them work together to kill as many vampires as they can. And they're really good at their job. Unfortunately for Daniel and Rachel, the two of them aren't aware of everything there is to know about being Hunters, and this weakness results in an epic battle to stay alive.

The book begins with Daniel and Rachel both attached to other people. Daniel is engaged to the very beautiful and human Cheryl, while Rachel's dating Chris, a human who's leery of Rachel's new identity. The two American couples are taking a nice vacation in historic Romania, until things take a horrific turn.

Without spoiling anything, both Daniel and Rachel lose their love interests. The resulting journey to seek vengeance on Vlad, the leader of the vampires, leads them to fall in love with one another. Their romance is stormy and passionate enough without being graphic to keep romance lovers rooting for them.

Of course, Ms. Pristavu couldn't just put them together and leave them be. She also had to put them in the middle of a war between the Hunters and vampires of Romania. So, when you're not smiling over their lovers' antics, you're smacking the table, wondering who the real enemy is. The story is chock full of wit, humor, action, passion, mystery, and fantastical things that I just love! It's a brilliant start for a new author's career, and I can't wait to see what Stefanie will deliver to us next.

This book is geared toward a YA market, but I'd recommend it to any paranormal romance lover. Go grab your copy today!

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A Review of "Lost in the Dark" by Joe Mynhardt

Lost in the DarkLost in the Dark by Joe Mynhardt
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

For anyone who enjoys horror, this collection of short stories by Joe Mynhardt is sure to be a keeper. Twelve horrific tales comprise this anthology. Each one is deliciously different and short enough for a quick read at the bus stop or in a waiting room, maybe even before bed for the braver souls out there!

Among my favorites were the very first one, "The Great Wall of Rubin", with its strong analogy of how addiction can completely consume a person. "Portico", which is being made into an independent film, is your classic "group goes to scary place and you know it won't end well" story, but the gruesome twists will leave you shivering in your seat. "Fashionably Undead" might actually be my favorite of all--it's a new take on zombie horror, with some humor thrown in for a delightful ride. "Lost in the Dark" earns its place as title piece from the fabulous dark fantasy tale set in Mr. Mynhardt's native South Africa.

Every story had its merits, and any issues I found were so minor, it didn't hamper my reading experience. Mr. Mynhardt's overall style is smooth and fitting for each story's cast of characters. I recommend this anthology to any horror fans out there, young adult and beyond.

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Friday, August 31, 2012

Let It Suck

After taking a break from the work-in-progress over the summer, I dived back in when the kids started school. It didn't take long to realize that much of what I had written and am now writing is absolutely atrocious.

Self-Doubt took that as its cue to get a jab at me: Who are you kidding? This is utter crap. How do you expect anyone to read something that sucks so bad?

A few times, I've been tempted to curl up into a ball and accept the jerk's abuse, but I've decided to shove him out the door, change the locks, and get on with my story. I've decided that it's OK to let it suck.

You see, I think the weak moments came about because I am still coming off the high of getting my second book, Serenya's Song, polished up and sent on her merry way. I'm still basking in the glow of wonderful reviews that attest to THAT book not sucking. It seems I forgot somewhere along the way that it took me a good year and approximately 287 drafts to ensure Serenya's Song didn't suck.

I certainly don't claim that any of my work is literary genius or worthy of Pulitzer Prizes or A Nobel Prize for Happy Endings, but by the time I finished with each of my first two books, I knew I'd done my best, that neither of them sucked. In fact, according to their readers, they were at the very least "pretty good."

Hearts In Exile is a work-in-progress, still in early draft stage. I have an outline, yet the plot is still working itself out. I'm still getting better acquainted with the characters, finding their voices along the way, discovering their quirks, faults, and strengths. And the quality is going to suck for a while, until I get all the major stuff ironed out, like a cohesive storyline & character roles.

Passive voice is running rampant, with enough "was"s, "were"s, and "had"s to choke a horse. Characters are either behaving like drama queens or are as one-dimensional as a napkin. My critique partners are slowly going bald as they work through each chapter. Lindsey, I'm certain, will be completely without eyebrows by the time we're finished.

Yet, I will trudge on, because I look back now on when I first started this series in 2009 and remember all the blood, sweat, and tears I shed on behalf of these stories.

Self-Doubt smacks on the patio door glass and yells: You don't have another book in you!

I yell back, "Watch me!" and shut the blinds, because I really don't want that jerk watching me at all.

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Q&A time: In what areas to YOU need to kick Self-Doubt to the curb?