Wealth & Privilege and Brains & Beauty by Jeanette Watts – Virtual Book Tour

Historic Fiction
2013 / 2015
 
 
 
Book One (Wealth & Privilege)

Boy meets girl, falls in love at first sight. Oops, she’s already married. Bad planning. She becomes a friend and a muse, helps him find his voice. He knows that no one gets to capture their own muse, but he can dream, can’t he…?

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Book Two (Brains & Beauty)

Girl meets boy, falls in love at first sight. Kind of unfortunate for a married woman. He becomes her best friend, the only man in her life that she can really count on. She wishes there could be more to it. There can’t be, but she can dream, can’t she…?

Excerpt

Was it really less than a year since she had witnessed the conflagration at the railroad yard? Once again, she faced smoking ruins that had once been a thriving industry. This time, it wasn’t human made. Or at least, it wasn’t deliberate.

The Washburn “A” had been a seven-and-a-half story building, and the explosion had been so large it shattered glass windows in the neighboring city of St. Paul. It left a crater in the middle of the mill district. The circle of destruction was ringed with the charred skeletons of mills that existed on the edge of the blast zone.

Regina was far from alone as she picked her way through the piles of rock and an occasional gear. People were already salvaging those things that weren’t still on fire, or too burnt to be of any value. Insurance men were there. She could tell who they were when she overheard two of them muttering together about whether the damage should be considered fire or explosion. Others came merely to gawk at the carnage. Still others, no doubt, were there to mourn.

She was amazed that there were only eighteen other people killed in the explosion. Considering the scope of the wreckage, it seemed to her it could have been so much worse. Regina felt a certain gratitude that there were so few new widows. The bereaved would fit on a single trolley car.

She circumnavigated the debris field, fascinated by the extent of the damage and wondering how to prevent anything like this from happening in Sewickley. If the new Hungarian rollers were going to create more dust, she was going to need to do something to improve ventilation.

Her eyes scanned for places where Henry might have been found. There were fallen walls everywhere – and nothing looked like a place where a man could be pinned down, and survive, even briefly.

When she returned to the hotel, the concierge was able to help her make the arrangements with the train station over the transportation of a coffin.

Finally, Mr. George Christian, Senior, and George Christian, Junior, collected her at the hotel to take her back to the train station.

“I am so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Waring,” the elder Christian said.

“Thank you,” Regina answered, realizing she was going to be hearing that sentence over and over in the next several months.

“I don’t know why God spared me, and not your husband,” Mr. Christian continued. “I almost came with him to the mill that afternoon, but my business detained me longer than I thought.”

“Well,” Regina reasoned, “it’s a good thing that your business did detain you. Otherwise your son would also be suffering a loss in his family today.”

“Still, I feel responsible.” Mr. Christian frowned.

“If there’s anything we can do to help, please, let us know,” the younger Mr. Christian said.

There is nothing so awful in the world as uncertainty. The train ride home alone, with Henry’s coffin somewhere in the back of the train, was sad, but much less difficult than the trip to Minnesota had been.

Now, at least, Regina’s brain had something concrete to work on. There were problems to solve, or, at least, she knew what the problems were going to be.

wattsbrainsbeautyJeanette Watts is a dance instructor and performer of many different kinds of dance, a costumer, a former television producer, and a big softie who can’t learn to say no when people need help with their festivals. It makes it really difficult for her to get time to write.

Website: www.JeanetteWatts.com

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Twitter: @JeanetteAWatts    

 

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The Road Leads Back by Marci Boudreaux – PROMO Blitz

 

 

Contemporary Romance
Date Published: April 2015

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Kara Martinson and Harry Canton weren’t exactly high school sweethearts, but they did share one night neither will ever forget. Twenty-seven years later, Harry surprises Kara at an art gallery opening and discovers he left her with more than just memories when he went away to college. Desperate to connect with the family he never knew existed, Harry convinces his son to move to Stonehill—and pleads with Kara to come, too.
Kara hasn’t stepped foot in their hometown since the day she was sent away to a home for unwed mothers. Now Harry’s back in her life and as they put together the pieces of his parents’ betrayal, old heartaches start to feel anew. She wants to be near her family, but returning to Iowa means facing some things…and some people…she isn’t quite ready to.
Can Harry convince her to forgive those who betrayed her so they can embrace the future they were robbed of so long ago? Or will the pain of the past be too much for Kara to overcome?
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Excerpt
Kara squeezed her way toward the crowded bar, nudging between two kids who she couldn’t quite believe were old enough to be legally drinking in public. Shouldn’t they be funneling cheap beer in a college dorm somewhere? Or sneaking shots from Daddy’s liquor cabinet?
Art gallery openings used to be much more sophisticated than this. When she was a young artist, openings were about appreciating the art and the artist, not the free booze.
Shit.
Had she really gone there? Kara shook her head at her bitter thoughts.
The bartender, a walking tattoo with spiked black hair, leaned close so she could hear him. “What’ll it be?”
She realized all she wanted was wine. And quiet. The kids around her were acting more like pre-teens jacked up on sugar than art aficionados. One made a face, squished and reddened, as he held up an empty shot glass as proof of his triumph.
She wondered when she had gotten so damned old. She never used to snub her nose at a good drink. Actually, she completely understood what her problem was, and it had nothing to do with age. She’d conformed. She’d fallen into line. She’d done what she was supposed to do. Agent? Check. Gallery opening? Check. Interviews with all the local fancy-pants magazines? Check.
But this wasn’t her. None of this was her.
Frowning, she leaned in as well, making sure he heard her over the jeering of the kids next to her. “Tequila.” Within seconds he set a glass in front of her and filled it with amber liquid. He started to walk away but she held up one hand and lifted the glass with the other. She downed the drink, slammed the glass down, and gestured for another—one shot wasn’t nearly enough to numb the misery of this evening.
The young man lifted his brows and smirked as he gav­­­e her another shot. He laughed as she motioned for him to fill the glass a third time. “I can’t do this all night, lady.”
“One more.”
“Some of the crap in here costs more than my car. No puking. Got it?”
Kara chuckled. Clearly he didn’t recognize her as the artist who had made the crap. “Honey, I was doing tequila shots before your daddy dropped his pants and made you.”
The barkeep threw his head back and laughed, then filled her glass one more time. “Nice one, babe.”
Babe? Kara snorted as she lifted the glass. It was almost to her lips when a hand squeezed her shoulder.
 “Kara?” asked a deep, smooth voice as if the man wasn’t certain who he was touching.
She turned. Her eyes bulged as she looked into an intense dark gaze she hadn’t seen since the night she’d lost her virginity.
The music had been loud, the beer lukewarm, and everybody who was anybody—and several nobody’s like Kara and Harry—in their senior class of Stonehill High was at the graduation party. The only person she had cared about, though, didn’t care about her. Or so she’d thought. Until she’d somehow ended up on Shannon Blake’s disgustingly pink- and ruffle-covered bed with Harry Canton, book club president and algebra superstar, clumsily removing her clothes, leaving slobbery kisses in their wake.
Kara swallowed hard as the flash of a memory faded, and the man standing before her, looking as shocked as she felt, came back into view.
She downed the liquor, slammed the glass against the bar, and sighed before she announced, “I’ve been looking for you for twenty-seven years.”
He sank onto the vacant stool next to her and lifted his hands as if he were at a loss for words. Something that appeared to be guilt filled his eyes and made his full lips sag into a frown. She’d be damned if temptation didn’t hit her as hard as it had when she was a hormonal teen.
“I wanted to tell you I was leaving,” he said, “but I didn’t know how.”
“You should have tried something like, ‘Kara, I’m leaving.’”
“You’re right. But I was a kid. I didn’t have a lot of common sense. All I could think about was how I finally had my freedom.”
She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “You had your freedom? You selfish prick.”
His eyes widened. “Well, that might be a little harsh. I was just a kid, Kara. Yes, I should have told you I had no intention of staying with you, but I was a little overwhelmed by what had happened. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?”
Harry’s shoulders slumped as if he had given up justifying sneaking out on her in the middle of the night. “Look, I saw a flier for your gallery opening, and I wanted to say hello. I thought maybe… I don’t know what I was thinking.” He sounded hurt, dejected even. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He stood. She put her hand to his chest and shoved him back onto the barstool. The move instantly reminded of her their one night together. All of seventeen and totally inexperienced, she’d fancied herself a seductress and pushed him on the bed before straddling his hips like she had a clue what she was doing.
Touching his chest now, warmth radiated through her entire body.
She glared, pulling her hand away and squeezing her fingers into a fist. “Are you living in Seattle?”
He shook his head. “I had a conference in town. There were fliers at the hotel. As soon as I saw your picture, I knew I had to come.” His smile returned and excitement radiated from his face. “I can’t believe you have a gallery opening. This is amazing, Kare.”
She wasn’t nearly as thrilled by her accomplishment as he seemed to be. She felt like she was selling her soul instead of her art. She’d always preferred to go the indie route, but that crap agent had cornered her at a particularly vulnerable moment and convinced her she needed him…just like he convinced her she needed to be in a gallery. Although, now she was glad she’d conceded on the open bar.
The tequila swirled through her, making her muscles tingle, preventing her from fully engaging the near-three decades of anger she’d been harboring. She had spent an awfully long time wanting to give Harry Canton a piece of her mind.
Even so, hearing him say she’d done something amazing warmed her in a way very little ever had. If he had come looking for another one-night stand, she hated to admit that she would consider reliving that night again—only this time with more sexual experience and less expectation of him sticking around.
He might be almost three decades older, but his face was still handsome and his brown eyes were just as inviting as they had been when he was a high school prodigy and she was a wallflower.
She smirked at a realization: he was in a suit, probably having just left a corporate meeting, while she was wearing a red sari-inspired dress at her gallery opening.
He was still the straight arrow. She was still the eccentric artist.
“Did you hear what I said, Harry? About looking for you for the last twenty-seven years.”
His shoulders sagged. “I never meant to sleep with you that night. I mean”—he quickly lifted his hands—“I was leaving and should have told you before taking you upstairs. I shouldn’t have just left like that, but I didn’t think you wanted to see me again anyway. If it’s any consolation,” he said giving her a smile that softened the rough edges of her anger, “I’d been working up the courage to kiss you since junior year when you squeezed a tube of red paint in Mitch Friedman’s hair after he made jokes about Frida Kahlo’s eyebrows in art class.”
She frowned at him. That hadn’t been her finest hour. Then again, neither was waking up thinking she was starting a new life as a high school graduate and the girlfriend of the cutest boy she’d ever met, only to find the other side of the homecoming queen’s bed empty. “There’s nothing wrong with a woman embracing her natural beauty.”
His smile faded quickly. “I’m sorry,” he said, sounding sincere. “I shouldn’t have left you like I did. I hope you believe that I regret it. Not being with you,” he amended, “but leaving without explaining.”
She laughed softly. He’d had that same nervous habit in high school. He’d say what was on his mind and then instantly try to recover, afraid his words had come out wrong. Usually they had. For as awkward as she’d been, at least she’d always been able to say what she meant and to stand behind it. Of course, that ability got her in trouble more often than not.
She’d told herself a million times that Harry didn’t owe her an explanation. They hadn’t been in any kind of relationship. She’d drooled over him from afar, but other than an occasional smile in the hallway, he’d barely acknowledged her existence in high school. Even if he hadn’t gone off to start his Ivy League college career the day after graduation, he likely never would have looked at her again. Well, at least not until she could no longer hide the truth of their one-night stand from the world.
 “I expected so much more from you, Harry,” she said sadly, the sting of what he’d done back then numbed slightly by the tequila.
His shoulders sagged a bit. “I know.”
“Why didn’t you ever write me back?” Her voice sounded hurt and pathetic. She was surprised that after so many years of being angry, there was still pain hiding beneath her fury. “I must have sent you a hundred letters.”
He creased his brow. “Letters? I didn’t get any letters.”
Kara searched his eyes. He looked genuinely confused.
“I sent them to…” Her words faded. Suddenly the tequila-induced haze wasn’t so welcome. “Your mother said if I wrote to you, she’d make sure you got my letters.”
“My mother? I never got any letters.”
“But you sent money.”
Harry shook his head slightly. “What the hell are you talking about? Why would I send you money?”
She stared at him as realization set in. He hadn’t responded to her letters because he hadn’t received her letters. And if he hadn’t received the letters, he hadn’t sent her money. And if he hadn’t sent her money, he hadn’t known that she needed it. Sighing, she let some of her decades-old anger slip. Her head spun, either from the alcohol or the blurry dots she was trying to mentally connect. Leaning onto the bar, she exhaled slowly. “She never told you, did she?”
“Told me what?”
Kara couldn’t speak. Her words wouldn’t form.
An arm wrapped around Kara’s shoulder, startling her and making her gasp quietly. She turned and blinked several times at the man who had just slid next to her.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, “but I need to get home.” Leaning in, he kissed her head. “Congratulations on the opening, Mom. It was great.”
“Um…” She swallowed, desperate to find her voice. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She flicked her gaze at the man sitting next to her. The longer Harry looked at her son, the wider Harry’s eyes became.
Phil cast a disapproving glance at Harry then focused on his mother again. “Don’t forget that Jess is expecting you to make pancakes in the morning. You promised.”
“I haven’t forgotten.” Kara returned her attention to Harry. His jaw was slack and his cheeks had grown pale.
Phil nodded at Harry as if he were satisfied that he’d made the point that his mother didn’t need to be staying out all night and walked away. Harry watched him leave while Kara waved down the bartender and pointed at her glass. The tattooed kid hesitated, likely debating the ethics of giving her another shot. She pointed again, cocking a brow for emphasis, and he finally filled her glass.
“Kara…” Harry’s voice was breathless, like he’d been kicked in the gut. “Was…was that my…son?”
No. His mother definitely hadn’t given him the letters Kara had written. She lifted her shot, toasting him. “Congratulations, Harry. It’s a boy.”
About the Author

 

As a teen, Marci Boudreaux skipped over young adult books and jumped right into the world of romance novels. She’s never left. Marci lives with her husband, two kiddos, and their numerous pets. She is a freelance writer appearing monthly in a variety of local magazines as well as a content editor.
Romance is her preferred reading and writing genre because nothing feels better than falling in love with someone new and her husband doesn’t like when she does that in real life.
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One More Sunset by Jolyse Barnett — author interview

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Romantic Suspense
Date Published: September 21, 2015
 
 

Some people run for exercise while others run for fun. Abby Stone spends most days running for her life.

After Abby Stone’s ex-boyfriend shows up at her new hideout and she uses a bottle of wine as an impromptu weapon, calling the police is out of the question. His family has a knack for erasing charges and pesky restraining orders. Desperate, she prays for help. A magical suitcase appears and she’s compelled to play an unsettling game involving a sexy, kind stranger while staying one breath ahead of her stalker.

Dylan Reece has overcome tragedy and enjoys life as a single Key West handyman and fisherman. Yet Abby’s sad, wary eyes hold secrets and a chance for his redemption, if not more…

Will the magic of their love be enough to save them?

Tell us about this story.

One More Sunset is about a desperate young woman yearning to escape her past—quite literally in the form of a stalking ex. With a nudge from two powerful ancients and obtuse clues from a magical suitcase, she’s on an adventure from New York City to Key West, where she falls for a kind, sexy stranger whose demons match her own. Will the magic of their love be enough to save them?

What living person do you most admire?

I most admire my sixteen-year-old son. He has autism which often makes navigating our everyday world frustrating, overwhelming, and difficult for him. But still he pushes through, lighting and inspiring my world with his infectious energy and laugh, his focus on family and friends, and his effort to be his best self.

What is your most prized possession?

My imagination.

Which talent would you most like to have?

I’d love to be able to play the piano. After learning to read music and playing alto sax throughout high school, I begged my parents to buy me a piano. They did and I took weekly lessons for about a year before giving up the dream. I’ve always wondered if I’d quit too soon.

Who is your favorite fictional character of all time?

My favorite fictional female characters are Jane Austen’s Elizabeth Bennett and Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, whose stories I read again and again as a teenager. As Jane overcame adversity and Elizabeth overcame an impulsiveness which caused her to make more than her share of poor decisions, so could I. These literary figures also gave me hope that I could have a lasting emotional connection with a man who would love me as I am.

Who’s the favorite character that you created?

That’s a tough question. I’ll beg off that one since I don’t want any of my characters to stop talking to me out of jealousy. Never know when I’ll need their input for a future storyline.

What’s your idea of perfect happiness?

Other than being at home with my family, teaching an eager group of children, or getting lost in a great story, my idea of perfect happiness is enjoying a romantic sunset sail on Key West waters with my honey.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I’d learn how to cook (I burn toast!), although my honey reassures me one chef in the family is enough. He’s sweet like that.

Author Jolyse Barnett writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense. As a little girl growing up in upstate New York on the shores of Lake Champlain, she enjoyed chasing fireflies, riding her ten-speed bike JO_HeadShotsunset-1on winding country roads, and playing horseshoes at family picnics through endless summers. Winter was another kind of adventure for an active kid, with skiing in the Adirondack Mountains, trips to the local public library to feed a voracious reading habit, and ice skating with her siblings on a frozen pond near her childhood home. Much to the confusion of her peers, she discovered the thrill of storytelling at a young age, often forgetting to differentiate between fact and fantasy. Thankfully her fifth grade teacher encouraged her to memorize poems and create her own—unleashing her inner writer. After graduating from high school, she developed a more practical side. She earned a degree in Writing, fell in love with her best friend, and now lives her happily-ever-after in Long Island suburbia. Who knew the dream home would include a leaky kitchen faucet, piles of laundry, and a too-hairy cat? But with love, it’s all good. She enjoys a fulfilling day job where she shares her love of language and explores the world one vacation at a time with her two children and real-life hero. Jolyse loves to connect with her readers. You can find her social media links and book news at http://jolysebarnett.com

 

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DeViant Storm by LM Preston — author interview

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YA Paranormal Romance

Synopsis:
The battle is on. Peter Saints thought he’d killed It. But bad people never stay down. Now the jail of his enemy is weakening. Luck is running out for Peter and the girl he saved by wagering the Earth. Only now, with each second and secret revealed, his enemy gains the answers to destroy Peter and devour the world.

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Tell us about this story. 

Deviant Storm is the second book in a triology about Peter Saints and his unwanted war with an sinister organization that wants to uncover secrets he has unknowingly hidden all of his life. His girlfriend Angel and best friend Kyle are on the run and at war, trying to fight off one of the most evil men of their time.

What living person do you most admire? 

I’d say my mother. She came from humble and challenging beginnings but had a desire to survive and give me a platform to reach for the stars.

What is your most prized possession? 

My photo album of my family. They are the wind beneath my wings.

Which talent would you most like to have? 

To hypnotize people. I always thought that would be a fun skill.

Who is your favorite fictional character of all time? 

Peter Pan.

Who’s the favorite character that you created? 

Peter Saints. It seems the more stories I create, my characters get more complex.

What’s your idea of perfect happiness? 

The type of happiness I decide to capture, no matter what my circumstances are.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I’d be taller and could see without glasses.

LM. Preston was born and raised in Washington, DC. An avid reader, she loved to create poetry and short-stories as a young girl. With a thirst for knowledge she attended college at Bowie State University, and worked in the IT field as a Techie and Educator for over sixteen years. She started writing science fiction under the encouragement of her husband who was a Sci-Fi buff and her four kids. Her first published novel, Explorer X – Alpha was the beginning of her obsessive desire to write and create stories of young people who overcome unbelievable odds. She loves to write while on the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another passion that encouraged her writing.

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At Water’s Edge by S. McPherson: Author Interview

At Water’s Edge by S. McPherson:

S. McPhersonPublisher: by S. McPherson Books (November 10,  2015)
Category: Romance/Fantasy
Tour Dates: October/November, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-993360503
Available in: Print & ebook,  347 Pages

‘At Water’s Edge’, tells the tale of two lovers trapped in two different worlds. One world is Earth, and the other is Coldivor; a dimension full of magic and danger. When Dezaray Storm is mistaken for th
e most powerful sorceress of this other realm her life changes forever. She finds love in the arms of Milo Thor, but this love can also lead to her death and the destruction of seven empires.

‘At Water’s Edge’ is book one in the ‘Water Rushes’ series.

Tell us about this story.

At Water’s Edge tells the tale of Dezaray, a seventeen-year-old girl in England who falls in love with an eighteen-year-old boy from another world. A case of mistaken identity, lost portals and battling empires leads to an adventure between worlds, centred around love, loss and magic.

Dezaray; under the questionable care of her brother finds herself having visions of a boy she has never met – Milo, a teenager from another world with the ability to teleport. One night, when on the run for her life, Dezaray comes across a portal and when mistaken for the most powerful sorceress of this other land, she is pulled through it and immersed in a world of magic and empires, meeting the man of her dreams…literally.

But Dezaray cannot stay in this realm and as this other world, Coldivor, descends into war, in desperate need of their true sorceress, Dezaray realises that her journey into Coldivor will end in one of two ways; with her return or with her demise. But what about Milo?

They say love can cross oceans but can it cross worlds?

What’s your idea of perfect happiness? I think happiness is when you are one hundred percent comfortable in your own skin. When you still strive for more, making every day an exciting adventure but knowing deep down that there is nothing missing from your life, even if on paper it looks like there is.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? I think the lowest depth of misery is when you truly cannot see anything positive in yourself. When you actually manage to convince yourself that you are worthless. The brain is a powerful tool and we have to be careful with the ideas we let it build.

Why do you write? Because the places I long to see, the people I long to meet and the adventures I would love to embark on, for now only exist in my mind; unclear and disarrayed. Writing allows me to experience them. I delve in to every detail and just for a moment, I find magic at my fingertips.

What is your motto? If you always do what you have always done, you will always get what you have always got. Although now I’m also really trying to live by the words of J.D. Rockefeller. ‘Don’t be afraid to give up the good to go for the great.’

Who’s your favorite writer?

I will always bow down for the infamous Shakespeare with his wonderful way of turning a phrase and his delightful yet traumatic tales of love and woe however, (yes, however) J.K. Rowling definitely stole my heart with the brilliant Harry Potter series. I do love, love but it seems I love magic just as much…although perhaps they are one in the same. The desire to combine my two favourites; epic love with illustrious magic is actually what lead to ‘At Water’s Edge’, where the love story is just about the two characters and where the magic is so much more- stories unto their own mingled into one.

Praise for Chapters One-Three of ‘At Water’s Edge’ by S. McPherson:

“Loved the teaser! It pulled me in and made me want to read more. Your writing style is clean, uncluttered and brimming with tension. Well done!”

“You got a lovely and interesting story,  hope to read more from you.”

“I liked it a lot! While I was reading it, I was able to be drawn into the story easily by your words. A stormy night like you were describing sets the perfect scene for a suspenseful fantasy novel.”

“I really enjoyed reading your first chapter. It was gripping. The descriptions are well written.”

About S. McPherson:S. McPerson

S. McPherson is a young British expat living in Dubai and working as a Foundation Stage 1 (FS1) teacher. When she was younger S. McPherson travelled a lot with her family, though, no matter how often her surroundings changed, one thing never did. And this was her love of writing and dreaming up the impossible. After combining her two loves of teaching children and writing, S. McPherson self-published her first book; a rhyming verse children’s story titled ‘Shania Streep wanted to Sleep’. Thus fuelling her love of seeing her work in print and sharing her stories. This is S. McPherson’s first novel.

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Blood Diamond by RJ Blain: Author Interview

Blood Diamond

Paranormal Suspense / Urban Fantasy / Supernatural Thriller / Light Paranormal Romance
Date Published: June 25, 2015
 
 

The world is full of corpses, and Jackson knows them by name. When a group strives to destroy the Inquisition, his powers may be all standing between the supernaturals and extinction.

However, when he learns the truth behind the deaths of his wife and unborn daughter, Jackson may prove to be the greatest threat of all to the survival of mankind…

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What living person do you most admire? 

This is a terrible thing to say, but most of the people I admire are dead—and have been for a long time. I’m a bit of a hermit, which doesn’t help things, either. I don’t admire a lot of the famous people, mainly because the media rarely tells the full truth about them.

So, it’s cliché, but I’m going to go with my husband. He puts up with me each and every day, and there’s no one out there who can top that—because he does so by choice… and that’s a pretty spectacular thing.

We’ve been married for thirteen years now, and that’s saying something about his special sort of crazy.

What is your most prized possession? 

My Levenger Circa journals. They contain all of my writing notes, which is extremely precious to me. My macbook pro comes a close second, since I write the novels on it…! I love office supplies, but my journals and their precious pages are my most prized possessions.

Who is your favorite fictional character of all time? 

This is worse than asking me what my favorite book is… so many wonderful characters, so little time. Do I really have to choose one? This is like telling me to go into a bookstore and saying I can only buy one book. Just one?

I… I…

Fine. I’ll pick FitzChivalry from Robin Hobb’s Farseer etc trilogies. He’s definitely up there… and if he doesn’t get a happy ending by the end of the current trilogy, I will be ruined. There are so many reasons to love Fitz… and hate that he always, always seems to get the short end of the straw. I hope he gets a Happily Ever After. Of all of the characters I’ve read—and loved—he truly deserves it.

Caz from The Curse of Chalion is an honorable mention.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? 

Ironically, FitzChivalry’s existence. That character doesn’t catch a break ever. The books are so good, but the depth of misery this character endures is epic. I’m of the opinion if you want someone to suffer, make them walk in Fitz’s shoes a while.

Why do you write? 

Is it terribly cliché of me to say ‘Because I must?’ I don’t think I could stop at this point. Writing is such an integral part of who I am, I’m not sure I could walk away from it now.

I love everything to do with writing, but I want to entertain and give readers a chance to escape their reality for a while and step into a new world. I was a practitioner of escapism as a teen and young adult, and I want to pass that on.

I write because I love books… and I love people who love books, too. It may be such a canned answer, but it’s the truth. I write to entertain, but I write for myself as much as I write for fans.

Where would you most like to live? 

California… and I get to move there in the near future. Yep, I get to check an item off my to-do-before-I-die bucket list!

I’d say Yellowstone, but I don’t think they’d let me live in the park.

What is your motto? 

Sit down, shut up, and get the <bleep> to work. Yep, I’m one of those ass in chair and type types. My solution to most of my problems is “work harder.”

Who’s your favorite writer? 

This is almost as bad as asking me who my favorite character is. Do I really have to pick one?

I’m a rebel. I’ll pick a few. I can’t just pick one.

In no particular order… Brandon Sanderson, Patricia Briggs, Jim Butcher, Robin Hobbs, Diana Pharaoh Francis, Mercedes Lackey, Vince Flynn, Tom Clancy.

I could go on all day, but here’s a good start…

Happy reading!

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RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency toRJ Blain - Author Photo pun without warning.

When she isn’t playing pretend, she likes to think she’s a cartographer and a sumi-e painter. In reality, she herds cats and a husband, and obeys the commands of Tsu Dhi, the great warrior fish.

In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Should that fail, her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until she is satisfied.

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Girl of Myth and Legend by Giselle Simlett: Author Interview

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Genre: Fantasy / Romance

What inspired your latest work?

My inspiration was fairy tales. I loved fairy tales, but wanted something gritty. I didn’t want a princess who existed purely to show how brave the prince was. I didn’t really want a princess at all. I wanted a character who seemed real and who could mirror the reader. That’s when the main character, Leonie, kind of burst into my head and said, ‘FINALLY! Are you going to be the one to tell my story?’ I honestly had no choice but to write it then.
 
Another inspiration was the theme of immortality. It’s always been perceived as something exciting and wonderful, but what if yo spend your forever in a cage, obeying a master who thought you were nothing but dirt? That wouldn’t be so much fun, would it?
 
I also wanted to explore loss and grief, but also hope within it. Loss and grief are horrible but necessary feelings. You’re truly alive when you have known them. But one thing a lot of people forget is that in those feelings, you can find hope, you can find light, and I think this is the building blocks between the two main characters.

Tell us about this story.

A girl with a past she tries to forget, and a future she can’t even imagine.

Leonie Woodville wants to live an unremarkable life. She wants routine, she wants repetition, she wants predictability. So when she explodes in a blaze of light one morning on the way to her college, it’s enough to put a real crimp in her day.

And things only get weirder…

Leonie learns from her father that she is last of the Pulsar, a phenomenally powerful member of a magical species called the Chosen. It will be her sole duty to protect the Imperium, a governing hierarchy, from all enemies, and to exceed the reputation of the Pulsar before her. So – no pressure there, then.

 

Leonie is swept away from her rigorous normality and taken to a world of magic. There, she is forced into a ceremony to join her soul to a guardian, Korren, who is both incredibly handsome and intensely troubled, a relationship for which ‘it’s complicated’ just really doesn’t cut it.

But Leonie is soon to learn that this ancient world is no paradise. With violent dissidents intent to overthrow the Imperium, and dark entities with their own agenda, she and Korren find themselves caught in a war where they will have to overcome their differences if they are to survive.

What living person do you most admire?

I really admire Queen Elizabeth II. I know that may seem strange, but look at everything she has done! She puts her country before anything else, and she is a symbol for women across the world. Long live the Queen!

What is your most prized possession?

I won’t count my family in that (hah). My freaking USB that has my entire life on it. I’ve lost it more times than you know but I always manage to find it. It has my stories on it, too!

Who is your favorite fictional character of all time?

Tough choice. I’d say Lyra from His Dark Materials. She is one of a kind. There is so much passion and love in her heart that it fills the whole trilogy. I will never forget her.

Who’s the favorite character that you created?

Leonie, the main character of GIRL OF MYTH AND LEGEND. She is by far the most inspirational person to me. She can be annoying, rude, and such a teenager, but she has a rare kindness and a rare hope that things will get better. She may not be strong physically, but she has a stronger heart than any other characters I’ve known.

What’s your idea of perfect happiness?

Laughing, crying, making pancakes, getting angry at stupid things, getting excited at stupid things … basically, living is the great happiness. Experiencing all kinds of emotions, even bad ones. Fully living!

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My reluctance to accept myself. I have many self-confidence issues, especially regarding my personality. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know myself, and sometimes I feel like I do. But I have these moments when I hate who I am and want to change, but you know what? I don’t have to change, not unless I’m some evil jerk trying to destroy the world. Like a lot of people, the journey to loving who you are is a long and stressful one, but I figure, just shrug your shoulders. You don’t need to love yourself. Just be yourself.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

The complete and utter loss of hope. When you had hope, held it in your hand like a star cradled in your palm, and then had it ripped away from you forever. When there is no reaching hand to pull you out of the darkness.

On that happy note, thanks for having me here!

Giselle Simlett was born and raised in England. She has studied Creative Writing at both Gloucestershire University and the Open University. She has a diploma in Creative Writing, Language and Literature and will soon complete her BA Hons Open Degree.

She does not as yet have a degree in the power and responsible use of magic, but she does have a young son, which amounts to the same thing. She currently lives in Australia with her husband and son.

Website: http://www.gisellesimlett.com/