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To Tempt An Angel by Patricia Grasso (Regency historical)
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The Pirates of Sufiro by David Lee Summers (science fiction)
Children of the Old Stars by David Lee Summers (science fiction)
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Stardust: First Contact by Ann O’Bannon (science fiction romance)
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Weekends by Lindy S. Hudis (mystery/suspense)
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Just Perfect by JoMarie DeGioia (Regency romance)
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Imminent Danger by Alexis D. Craig (romantic suspense)
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Today’s Q and A is with Lachesis author J.D. Spikes. JD is a paranormal romance author and a YA paranormal author. J.D. has two titles with Lachesis: A paranormal romance story in the Sisters of Spirit anthology and the YA paranormal The Possession.
When did you first realize you wanted to become a writer and why?
It may sound hokey, Joanna, but I believe I was born to write! I was that child who, since books were not allowed at the table during meals, would read whatever was handy. The cereal box, the bread wrapper. When we played, indoor or out, we made up stories as we went along. It was a great training ground.
Describe your favourite place to write?
Anywhere there is time and writing instruments – be they computer, pen and pad, whatever. I am in the midst of setting up an office in my home, and I’m really excited about that. You can also find me on my porch when weather allows.
What would I find on your desk at this very moment?
Generally it’s organized chaos, but being that it’s a new desk/table, it’s actually pretty neat right now, with pens and pads, a few folders, a picture of my family, and a can of ginger ale.
What is your favourite beverage of choice when you’re writing?
Depends on the time of day. Morning, definitely coffee. I have a huge mug that says What deadline? on it in a mocking script LOL. I drink a lot of water during the day, and tend to switch to a cup of decaf coffee or herbal tea in the evening. Occasionally a glass of wine after dinner. The ginger ale is a rare treat.
What do you love to read?
I have very eclectic reading tastes. Basically if it looks good and sounds good, I’ll read it. My first love is romance. I’m a sucker for a good time travel. I’ve even forayed into urban fantasy and inspirational. And don’t forget nonfiction. I’m currently reading Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife by Mary Roach.
What is some good advice you can give to an emerging writer?
Write. And read. And write. And learn the business as well as the craft. The two best things you can do are to educate yourself and find a writing group you are comfortable with and join it. Writers ‘get’ writers. The support of fellow authors who understand the highs and lows of the writing life are a treasure. Priceless in this often solitary profession.
What do you do after you finish a book? Do you celebrate or take a nap?
Both, but I’m not saying in what order LOL!
You’ve written a short story for us in an anthology called Sisters of Spirit. Tell us about it?
That was truly a joyful experience. My novella, Shaman’s Shell, was one of four stories, but the heroines were four best friends, so our characters appeared in each other’s stories. While beachcombing together as the anthology opens, each woman finds an object that leads to her destiny. In Shaman’s Shell, research librarian Clara O’Keefe unearths a turtle shell with what appears to be a Native American artifact inside. She decides to try to discover its identity before turning it over to the island museum. But local Wampanoag archeologist Nathan Kestrel, aware of her find, has other ideas. At the end of the anthology, the four friends reunite, bringing their journeys full circle. We were amazed at how well our styles and voices fit, making it an anthology that seemed more like one book.
(This photo happens to have us sitting in the order of our names on the cover).
You’ve also written a paranormal YA romance for us called The Possession – tell us about it?
Yes, I have. I write for young adults as JD Spikes and The Possession (Book 1 Secret Journals) is my first published. It’s getting great reviews and seems to be garnering the attention of a lot of librarians, which is awesome. It’s a ghost story, set in an isolated lighthouse on the Maine coast. When Daphne Wentworth meets Zach Philbrook in the lighthouse’s old cemetery, it’s enough to wake the dead. Can they solve the mystery of the ghostly couple’s centuries old unrest before it’s too late?
What do you love about writing in the paranormal realm?
When it comes to paranormal and supernatural occurrences, I’m a skeptical believer, from the school of ‘rule everything else out first’. I love the challenge of trying to craft a story so credible, that even the biggest skeptic will suspend their disbelief and just go with it, thinking, “Yeah, I can buy that. So what happens next? Will they find a way out?”
What are you working on next?
I’m currently working on two projects. On the adult side, I’m editing Book 2 of my Soulwalker Series, The Heart Knows. It’s the story of Joseph RedFox and Amy Hastings, the hero’s and heroine’s best friends from Book 1. They’re worlds apart but a heartbeat away from a love that could save his life.
On the young adult side, I’m editing my second Secret Journals: The Haunting. This one is set in the heart of New Hampshire’s White Mountains during the bleakest month of the year. Sixteen year old brainiac Therese Berard feels something is not right at the royal old house she and her dad are rehabbing, and it has nothing to do with her IQ. Eighteen year old Caleb Braeburn, grief-stricken over his grandfather’s recent death, is furious his beloved home is up for sale and heads for New Hampshire, determined to stop it. Then there’s Luke, Therese’s best friend’s big brother, who keeps showing up at the wrong time. Three teens with secrets. A journal that draws them together. A house that stands in their way.
Today’s Sneak Peek is “Moving Pictures” by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Annette Blair, one of four novellas in the lovely and lyrical Sisters of Spirit Anthology (Lachesis Publishing). The anthology features four stories about four very special friends. Written by four real life friends: Annette Blair, Lynn Jenssen, Christine Mazurk and Jeanine Duval Spikes.
What It’s About:
Four life-long friends face the biggest changes of their lives.
Four sisters—not related by blood—but by spirit, each embark on a quest
Four women find out what they’re truly made of, and what love really means.
In “Moving Pictures” by Annette Blair, a down-but-never-out woman lands a much-needed job working for one of the top advertising agencies in the country. Her boss is an award-winning exec whose focus has been solely on work for the past few years, to the exclusion of everything else. She doesn’t know why, and he isn’t prepared to tell her. The more reclusive he is, the more determined she is to draw him out, but how can she fight the haunting ghosts of his past?
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he grumbled.
She didn’t get out. She monkeyed her way to the passenger seat, ass up, long legs going on forever.
A little light-headed, Max fell into the driver’s seat and got kicked by a well-shod spike on a well-turned ankle, the shoe made of the finest leather money could—“What kind of shoes are those?” As an ad exec, he knew a pricey brand when he saw one.
Ms. Jones raised her foot, and turned it, this way, then that, as if to admire the fit. “Manolos.” Her grin could raise a dead celibate.
He turned full in his seat to face her, one arm on the wheel. “You live in your truck.”
She chuckled. “Now, new, these would have cost more than I paid for my truck.”
For a blink, he thought: shopaholic, but shopping addicts didn’t make their own clothes. “New?”
“You gotta know where to shop, Jack. I paid four dollars for these on half price day, brandy new. Must’a pinched some rich bit—broad’s toes. My gain.”
She had a hundred watt smile that made his honed instincts of self preservation urge him to get out of the car, go in the house, and lock the door behind him.
Ignore instincts at own peril, the unemotional program in his brain repeated. But Max pushed the mute button. “Where are these great places to shop? Do they need ad campaigns?”
“You don’t need to advertise when everybody knows they can get from you what they can’t get anywhere else—like name brand primo—for a song.”
Max whipped out a notebook and started writing. “Say it again,” he asked. “You don’t need to advertise when . . .”
She chuckled and repeated it more slowly till he got it all down. As he slipped the notebook back into his inside pocket, she saluted him.
A salute should not make him . . . want . . . her approval. Green Eyes had found the damned chink in his rusty armor. The need for approval. Crap! “Where to?”
“Someplace that serves dinner, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, in that order.”
“That’s what I thought,” he quipped, backing from the drive. “Sleep and food deprived.”
“I’ll work twice as hard tomorrow,” she promised. “Food’s on me.”
“You found some change in your sewing machine?”
“Nope. It only cost a hundred and seventy five bucks. I’m rich.”
He barked a laugh, shocking, rusty, regrettable. He didn’t do humor. Ever. The source of many a squabble. He hadn’t squabbled, or been in a car with . . . a woman since—“What do you feel like eating?”
“Mexican. Sauce hot, extra guacamole. You?”
“Sauce extra hot,” he countered, floundering in a sea of shouldn’t’s. Shouldn’t have hired her, should never have rented her a car—made her think she’d stay. Hell, it made them both think so. He damned well shouldn’t have gotten in it with her. Shouldn’t face her across a restaurant table. Ah, they could eat at the bar. Shouldn’t face her across a desk, either, never mind sharing the blasted house.
He steered their talk away from him, so he learned too much about her; the home she gave up, the ethics that made her pay the medical bills in her dead mother’s name and lose the house in her own. She’d pissed away her own credit rating on principle, this one.
Too bad he admired the hell out of her for it.
Her physical beauty, he could almost ignore, but her inner beauty; that was the kicker.
Enchiladas swimming in cheese and sauce hot enough to burn the palate almost helped numb his awareness. Almost.
Her vocal appreciation for her meal, down deep in her throat, well, he could have done without an orgasmic dinner partner for the rest of his sorry life. He couldn’t think of a thing to say, so he let her ramble about everything and anything.
Her schooling, for pity’s sake, her last job; it was nervous rambling, but they didn’t know each other and he was her new boss. He couldn’t blame her. But when she got to her friends, the SOS, he did start to listen. How could he not?
Really? There were more like her?
As they drove away from the most uncomfortable dinner ever, she started giving him a free analysis of his plucking ‘muddy’ aura.
“No thanks!” he snapped. “I don’t care if my aura’s allover sky blue pink with little green Martians. No analysis, if you please.”
Immediately, he saw his chance to soften the blow. “Look, there’s a fabric store. Let’s shop, now that you have your sewing machine again. I’ll give you an advance on this week’s pay.”
Her smile bypassed the legal limit for sex appeal in gigawatts, which made his kneejerk generosity a bad move, and yet, he’d do anything to get the hell out of this car.
At the entrance to the store, he stopped dead at the visual. Fabric? Him?
Max’s head about spun as he followed her like a pup after a trail of bacon-treats, though he tried not to slobber or pant. To his employees—in Boston, New Haven, and New York—this event would make for prime water-cooler gossip. He raised the collar on his suit jacket. Nobody would suspect him to be the eunuch who signed their paychecks.
Then to be sure, he slipped on his sunglasses.
“Hey, Sherlock?” Green Eyes whispered. “Get rid of the shades. You wanna look inconspicuous? Go wait in the car.”
He took off his glasses, and stilled when she automatically flattened and smoothed his collar.
She spoke to the saleslady about fabric choices, and he got to thinking that with Anastasia Jones on the payroll, he might go after a few accounts in the fashion district.
He wanted to get a bead on the breadth of her knowledge without appearing to listen, a learn but don’t touch kind of thing. Too bad the scent of her reeled him in. One more cold shower, coming up. “See you in the car,” he barked.
She pretended not to notice. “Kay, I won’t be long.”
She took five minutes, at best.
Silence held all the way home.
They split at the top of the stairs. No goodnight. No “Great dinner, nice company,” as if she understood the re-establishment of their roles, and his solitude, which was best.
So why did he feel like such a rat?
Like what you’ve read? Check out “Moving Pictures” by Annette Blair in the Sisters of Spirit Anthology. You can purchase it at Lachesis Publishing and on Amazon.com, kobo, and Barnes and Noble and ibooks.
Week 10 in our Lachesis Publishing QUESTION OF THE WEEK!
Every Friday we’re asking a question right here. You have until midnight tonight (EST) to leave a comment to get your name put in a draw to win a free e-book! The winner will get to choose one e-book from our site (winner’s choice!) and we will send it to him or her. On Saturday morning, I’ll post the winner’s name here and on my facebook page and contact him/her on facebook as well.
This week’s question is: What is one of your favourite Thanksgiving traditions?
Good luck and happy reading!
From the time I was a little girl, I had dreams of becoming an actress. I know it’s a cliché, but it’s true. I have always been dazzled by glamour, glitter and the big movie screen. I remember my parents taking me to see Disney movies with Jodie Foster in them, and being mesmerized by her performance, even if it was Freaky Friday or Tom Sawyer. Even today, she is still my favorite actress and my inspiration when I was studying acting at NYU. When Oscar night rolled around, I would dress up in my mother’s cocktail dress, lipstick and high heels. I would grab a bottle of shampoo and recite my Oscar acceptance speech to my amused family. I would get a pat on the head and told how “cute” I was. However, I was determined!
As I grew older, and college loomed in the near future, there was no question where I wanted to go. I applied to New York University, and flew to New York City to audition for the Tisch School of the Arts. As nervous as I was, I managed to recite “Banana’s” famous, crazy monologue from “The House of Blue Leaves” by John Guare. About a month later, I received the “Welcome to NYU” package in the mail. Needless to say, to a young girl from Germantown, Tennessee, the idea of movie to The Big Apple was both exciting and terrifying, to say the least. So, off to New York I went. Yes, it was a huge culture shock, but I was so excited to be in New York, I didn’t care! The next few years I spent diligently studying my craft, so I would be prepared when I pursued my dream. However, an interesting situation would keep happening. Every single person I met in NYC told me “you need to be in LA!” When I asked what they meant by that, I was simply told that my “look was better suited for film”. After many equity open calls, and a season of summer stock in upstate New York, I discovered very quickly that I seriously lacked the singing and dancing chops to make it on Broadway. So after much thought, I packed by bags and headed in a westerly direction.
As I got settled in Hollywood, right in the middle of all the action, I learned very quickly that the rules were different. One would think that four years in New York would leave you wise and somewhat wary, but that did not seem to be the case. Walking onto the various studio lots was a wonderful and thrilling experience, and I would certainly dream big when walking into any of those famous and dazzling places. My first audition in LA was for “Beverly Hills 90210” for the role of “girl with southern accent”. Hey, you use what you have in Hollywood! My first job was on “Married With Children” as “girl in pink dress”. Well, talk about typecasting! My years in Hollywood were delightful, amazing, exciting, creepy, frustrating and exhausting. I had a huge bubble of creative energy inside me, so I turned to writing. I have no regrets.
I met my husband, Steve, when he cast me in a play he was directing at a theater in Burbank. He had been an actor and stuntman since he was twelve, and knows the business very well. Before long, we were married, and now I am doing the “mommy” thing. Both my kids are very intrigued with acting, and they are both extremely dramatic!
City of Toys was inspired by my years in Hollywood. I pounded the pavement, knocked on doors and sent out pictures. I did equity wavier theater, sent out invitations and went to audition after audition after audition. My life was very theatrical and intense, so I just had to write a book. It’s a story that has been told many times, but never gets old. Hollywood will always be this mythical, magical, glimmering place that seems far, far away!
Well, it did for me at least!
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Beverly Adam is our guest author today. Beverly writes Regency historical romances for Lachesis Publishing. And her books always have a good dose of humour. Her Gentlemen of Honor series follows three wonderful heroes (and heroines) in Ireland.
What was your favorite book as a child and why?
My favorite book was Calico Captive, by Elizabeth George Speare. I loved the history, courage, and romance in the tale based on a true life story, which took place during French Indian Wars in colonial Canada and New England. It was my first faction (fact mixed with fiction) novel and certain scenes, such as when Miriam dances at a ball in leather sandals and servant clothes, proving her mettle in face of her enemies dressed in silk and lace, made it a memorable story.
Who was your favorite teacher growing up?
My favorite teacher was Mr. John Zweers. He was a tall man, prematurely aged by scarlet fever, a marvelous high school teacher who taught Living History. We, the lucky students, performed everything from Bunraku (Japanese puppetry) to Shakespeare, to dancing the jitterbug in World War II attire, while learning about world and theater history. It was a lot of fun.
When did you know you wanted to be a writer? And why?
I’ve wanted to be a writer ever since I was a young girl, I never wanted to be anything else. When I was a child my heroes were Louisa May Alcott and Laura Ingalls Wilder. I wanted to grow-up and write wonderful stories like them.
The small Canadian publishing company taking a chance on me, Lachesis Publishing. In particular I admire Joanna D’Angelo, who encouraged me, giving valuable feedback and presenting my work to her colleagues, resulting in the publication of: Gentlemen of Honor, my first Regency Romance series. It was validation for me, as a writer, that these professionals (the whole team) thought my stories were worth investing in. Thank-you so much, Lachesis Publishing!
Tell us about your daily writing routine, what do you typically do every day?
Writing is a compulsion for me, if I don’t write every day I feel uncomfortable, as if I’ve been slacking off. After I drop my son off at school the coffee pot is plugged in, the laptop opened, emails and Facebook read and answered, and then I begin writing. In the evening, after returning from the martial arts studio (Hap ki do — a Korean martial art) where I’m a part owner, I continue writing until it’s time to get some shut eye.
Your favorite snack or guilty pleasure?
At the moment my favorite treat is a California goodie, Ghirardelli chocolate, a friend gifted me with a bag of this decadent sweetness. Delicious!
What does writing voice mean to you?
The writer takes on a persona, a particular voice which you associate with the genre. What is your writing voice? I’ve had a couple of readers on more than one occasion inform me that my books are like watching a movie unfold. If you take a peek inside one of my books you might meet a young woman in her mid-twenties, she’s wearing a fetching hunting outfit and her light green eyes are staring down at a handsome rogue of a gentleman, who recently fell off his mount in front of her. She’s thinking, Demme, it’s an Englishman! What the devil is he doing here? He, in turn, looks up at her and with one sardonically raised eyebrow, asks, “Well, are you going to just stand there all day, or am I to sit here until it becomes the newest Brighton fashion?” That’s a small sampling of my writing voice. You can tell it’s a Regency romance by the language used, the description of the characters, enabling you, the reader, to visualize the scene.
It’s the season to give thanks. What are you grateful for? I’m grateful that I was published during and after a particularly challenging time in my life, that I have loving family and friends, who encourage me to continue writing.
I’d like to have written some more romances and biographies, as well as a cozy murder mystery series. It would be wonderful if all my books were featured in public libraries and book clubs as guaranteed entertaining reads.
WHAT IT’S ABOUT:
Humans settled the Moon and satellites orbiting the Earth were a common sight, but with the abolition of NASA, humans had no desire to go further and space exploration died.
Then, a technician from the Very Large Array, a radio telescope in New Mexico, discovers powerful particles orbiting Saturn’s moon, Titan, which could be a new energy source. Strangely enough, following the discovery’s announcement, whales around the Earth changed their songs overnight.
As scion of the powerful Quinn Corporation, Thomas Quinn builds a solar sail—a vessel pushed by sunlight itself—to find the source of these particles in Titan’s orbit. He gathers the best and brightest team to pilot his craft: Jonathan Jefferson, an aging astronaut known as the last man on Mars; Natalie Freeman, a distinguished Navy captain; Myra Lee, a biologist, specializing in whale communication; and John O’Connell, the technician who first discovered the particles. All together they make a grand tour of the solar system and discover not only wonders but dangers beyond their imagination.
Thomas Quinn was nine years old when he went to his father, the trillionaire technology magnate and said, “It’s been over a hundred years since the Apollo missions and humans still haven’t gone farther than Mars. Even that was only two missions.
Why is that?”
“It’s a matter of practicality, son,” said Jerome Quinn. He was an imposing man – tall and muscular. While many men of his social standing jogged or played tennis to stay fit, Jerome Quinn boxed.
“What’s practicality mean?” asked Thomas, a slim wisp of a boy who liked to lay atop grassy mounds on his father’s estate late at night looking up at the stars more than he liked to run and play with the other boys at the private school he attended. In that way, he was very different from his younger brother Henry who took a strong interest in the family business and was constantly surrounded by friends.
“Space flight costs a lot of money.” Jerome stood. The light streaming in from the tall window behind his great mahogany desk caused the big man to cast a shadow over the little boy. “In this case, practicality means that people want to make more money than they spend. The two Mars missions cost taxpayers too much money. All people ever saw were some red rocks and fossils of long-dead creatures—and they weren’t even interesting creatures like dinosaurs.” Jerome laughed at his own comment, but the boy remained serious.
“What if spaceships could be built cheap? Cheaper than the Mars rockets?” he asked.
“That would be a start,” his father said.
“What if I could find a way for a spaceship to earn money?” pressed the boy.
Jerome threw back his head and laughed even louder. “Then you might just get me to invest in your dream, son.”
Young Thomas Quinn pursed his lips. “I’m gonna do it, Dad.”
Jerome looked down at his son with good humor in his eyes. “I’m sure you will, son. Now run along and play. I’ve got work to do.”
Thomas turned and sulked to the door. He looked over his shoulder as though he were going to say something, but seeing his father already back at work, he sighed, thrust his hands in his pockets, and continued through the door.