Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Interview - Threshold by Patricia J. Anderson- Exclusive Excerpt

Do you have a specific writing style?

My style depends on whether I’m writing fiction, nonfiction, flash fiction, or poetry.

Do you write in different genres?

Yes, I do. I’ve done straight realistic fiction, a little magical realism, and now, with Threshold, I’ve wandered into the wonderful world of the fable. Fables may seem like a marginal genre these days but if you look at the proliferation of animated feature films, you’ll see we’re actually awash in fables. Movies that include talking animals are big. And if you think about it, a lot of the fantasy books, films and television series we love are really fables in disguise. They are filled with a wide range of human, animal, and mythic creatures all living in stories that purport to teach us something; something about life or love or what is admirable in life and what is not so admirable. That’s the exact definition of a fable. It’s really a very popular genre, we just call it by other names now.

If yes which is your favorite genre to write?

I love them all. Each one asks something different of you and each one has its joys and challenges (and by “challenges” I mean ---  “arrrrggggg.”) Any kind of fiction is really fun because you’re creating a world in your head and every morning when you sit down to write, you make that world a little more real. It’s pretty neat really.

How did you come up with the title for your latest book?

It came to me in a dream. Seriously. I’m not kidding. I was working on the second draft of Threshold and one morning I woke up and realized I’d dreamt about walking along a path in the woods and suddenly there was a kind of gateway made of trees whose top branches arched overhead to create a beautiful tunnel-like entrance to something wonderful. Unfortunately I woke up before I stepped inside to the something wonderful, but I knew then that was my title – Threshold.

Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?

Occasionally I know from the beginning but usually it’s better to wait. Sometimes books start out being about one thing and wind up being about something else, in which case, as I say, it’s better to wait until you know what you’ve got, then name it. 

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

If we are greedy and fearful, we actually help to create and reinforce a greedy, fearful environment. If we are compassionate in our actions we actually create a more humane path in our lives, in our communities, and ultimately in our politics and our world. Matter and consciousness interact. Physicists are beginning to realize that this is true. Quantum mechanics is proving it. Hopefully, this will become something we realize is also true in the most ordinary, everyday way. Every action we take creates the future.

Is the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true life experience, someone you know, or events in your own life?

No. Except for the dream of the trees. Wait. Are dreams “real life?” 

What books are in your to read pile?

“Are We Smart Enough to Know How Smart Animals Are?” by Frans De Waal
“Natural Causes,” by Barbara Ehrenreich
“Astrophysics for People in a Hurry,” by Neil DeGrasse Tyson
“Sapiens,” by Yuval Noah Harari

Patricia J. Anderson

Genre: Fantasy

Publisher: Common Deer Press

Date of Publication: March 27, 2018

ISBN Digital: 978-1-988761-17-6
ISBN Print: 978-1-988761-16-9

Number of pages: 240
Word Count:  66,000

Cover Artist: Carl Weins

Tagline: Fantastic Mr. Fox meets The Tao of Physics

Book Description:

The population of Ooolandia (a world much like our own but with an extra "O") is hypnotized by the culture of MORE. Citizens of all kinds and colors go about their lives unaware that hidden in the fog of everydayness a great calamity is approaching.

Banshooo, an amazingly mindful monkey, works for the Ooolandian Department of Nature with his colleague a mathlete mouse. Together they have amassed data proving, beyond any doubt, that the natural world is losing the stability necessary to sustain life. Unfortunately, their warnings are ignored by the authorities who are planning to phase out nature altogether.

Freaky winds, icy earthquakes, and mutant anemones plague the landscape. After a wildly devastating storm, Banshooo has a vision revealing the connection between Ooolandia and the Unseen World -- a connection that lies deep within and far beyond all that is seen. This connection is vital to Ooolandia's survival, and it is fraying. He realizes he must take radical action. Along with his quirky sidekick (a one-off of unique appearance whose primary interest is snacking), he sets out on a journey beyond the surface of the Seen to bring back proof of the true nature of nature.

Threshold Excerpt 2

It comes in the night with no warning, a fierce force, unknown to anyone before now. Even the nocturnal beings are caught unaware by the sudden, swift difference. Beneath Banshooo’s house in Blooo Meadow, a low, rumbling sound moves along the ground. The windows rattle. Banshooo stands up from his desk, listening. The rumbling grows louder. Everything begins to throb. A lamp crashes to the floor. He hurries to the porch and looks out into the abruptly foreign night.
            Stinging bursts of light flash like knives cutting open the sky. Wind charges across the meadow, leaving the field grass flat against the ground. Banshooo holds tight to the porch railing. A slice of the roof flies off, disappearing into the dark. He watches in shock as a whirlwind spawns funnels in the field, each funnel creating a vortex that lifts grass, leaves, and soil into the air then plunges them back down, as if some huge hand is scooping up chunks of ground and smashing them against the earth. He’s in the middle of a storm like none he’s ever known, beyond memory, beyond ken.
            Deafening claps of thunder burst around him like some unholy beast exploding in anger. Rain pours down in frantic sheets as if trying to escape the roiling darkness above. The atmosphere is filled with an electrical charge so strong it makes his teeth ache. Tree limbs crack, nests break open, and burrows flood out. A tree swallow swoops and staggers over the railing, banging into the front door. A blue-tailed shrew scurries, breathless, onto the porch, his eyes full of fear and surprise. Two squirrels and a beaver follow close behind, drenched and shivering. Above their heads, jets of lightning morph into blue flames sending spikes and streamers dripping down from the sky. A sulfurous smell permeates the air. The rain seems to be exploding in on itself, releasing particles of fire.
            Banshooo watches an ancient tree break apart, slowly, like a time-lapse explosion. In the next flare of lightning he sees a fawn trembling on stick legs on the far side of the field. He puts his head down and pushes into the wind. The pelting rain stings his body and his fur stands on end as lightning flashes all around him. Breathing hard, he stumbles forward, ducking a flying branch, his shoulders hunched against the flailing debris. He reaches the deer. Her front legs are cut and bleeding. He struggles to pick her up. She leans in to him and closes her eyes tightly. They stand together in the whirlwind. He looks back toward the house, a shadowy outline intermittently visible in the strobed light. It might as well be miles away. He grits his teeth and begins to stagger back toward the porch.
            Suddenly a massive tree trunk crashes down directly in front of them. He pulls up sharply, and the deer cries out. The trunk is so close to his face he can see rivulets of water rushing along the thick ridged bark. He feels the fawn’s heart beating fast against his chest in concert with his own. Alone he might’ve made it over the top but it’s much too high to climb with this wounded being in his arms.
            Girding his strength, he works his way slowly around the fallen tree, fighting the wind, one demanding step and then another. After what seems like hours, the porch is, once again, in sight. He begins to think they might make it when a sudden surge of muddy water knocks him off his feet. The deer falls to her knees, her head dropping under the rushing stream. Banshooo tries to gather her up but he slips in the current. The deer flails wildly. He tries again. He slides sideways. He can’t get his footing. He’s about to go under when two big paws pull him upright.
            “Really? We’re rescuing Bambi? This’ll make a great chatterdee post.”
            “Boook! Shut up and help the fawn.”
            Together they struggle the last twenty yards to shelter. Clambering up the stairs, Taboook releases the deer who stands bleating on the porch. Banshooo follows close behind. They shake themselves in a vain attempt to get dry. Taboook eyes the water swirling around the base of the stairs. “What’s with the flood?”
            “I don’t know.” Banshooo shakes his head slowly. “In all the time I’ve been here, and in all of Algernon’s time, this meadow has never flooded. The topography argues against it.”
            “Oh yeah? Well the topography seems to have lost the debate.”
            Another explosion of lightning reveals a monkey, a one-off, a shrew, two squirrels, a beaver, and a young deer shivering on Banshooo’s porch and peering uncertainly into a whole new kind of storm. Suddenly a free-tailed bat and three different species of migrating birds fall dead out of the sky. The acrid odor of burning feathers and flesh hangs in the rain. “Whoa!” Taboook steps back. “Zapped in midair?”
            A tortoise washes up against the stairs and as they reach down to pull the heavy creature onto the porch, another bird is slammed down in front of them. Still alive, writhing in pain, her mottled feathers drenched, she waves her long legs in the air trying to turn herself upright in the swirling water. Banshooo gathers her up and brings her inside. The shrew, the swallow, the squirrels, the beaver, the tortoise, the fawn, and Taboook follow.
            Inside the trembling house, the drenched and shaken beings huddle together. Banshooo is passing out blankets and Taboook is trying to get a fire going. The lamps are dead, the darkness leavened only by continual flashes of lightning that leave red-tinged afterimages outlined on the window glass. Loose branches smack against the roof and the rain has turned the entire house into a snare drum. The commotion is so loud it takes a minute before Banshooo realizes someone is pounding on the door. He opens it to find Sukie leaning, soaked and bedraggled, against the doorframe. He helps the mouse inside and Taboook pushes the door closed behind them.
            “My nest is washed out. I had to swim to get here. Swim!” Sukie is exhausted, her glasses are twisted sideways across her nose, and her whiskers drip onto the floor. Banshooo wraps a blanket around her shoulders. “Come in, sit by the fire.” She allows herself to be led but her face reflects a fierce concern.
            “Flood waters? Here? How can that happen?”
            “I don’t know, my friend. I don’t know.”

About the Author:

Patricia J Anderson’s essays and short stories have appeared in numerous periodicals including The Sun, Tricycle, Chronogram, Ars Medica, Glamour Magazine and Rewire Me.com. Her books include All of Us, a critically acclaimed investigation of cultural attitudes and beliefs, and Affairs In Order, named best reference book of the year by Library Journal. She is the recipient of The Communicator Award for online excellence and has produced exhibition, kiosk and website copy for such institutions as the American Museum of Natural History and the Capital Museum. She is the editor of Craig Barber’s Vietnam journal, Ghosts in the Landscape. She lives with her family in New York’s Hudson Valley.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Interview - When A Vamp Falls by A.M. Griffin

Are you currently binge watching anything on Netflix, Hulu (or elsewhere)? What keeps you glued to the screen? 

I work from home so I get to binge watch shows constantly. Most times it’s just something in the background to make me feel like I have company other than my dog. Currently I’m re-watching the US version of The Office and there are episodes that I missed the first go-round so score for me!

Do you prefer movies or TV series? 

Doesn’t matter. I like-em both!

When it comes to reading do you prefer standalones or series

I can do either, but I love series. When I find an author that I love and I can fall in love with her/him over and over again, ah, heaven. I like following the world, it doesn’t necessary have to be the same people, just…the same…familiar. It’s hard for me to let go. That’s one of the reasons I write mostly series. I can’t seem to let my characters and worlds go.

Do you prefer to start new book series when the first book is released or do you want for a several books in the series to be released so you can binge read? 

I can do either. But I know the gods are smiling down on me when I find that the new book that I love is part of a multi-book series. HEAVEN!

What are some of your hobbies, interests or guilty pleasures? 

Other than reading and writing? That would be traveling. I love weekend trips and the long jaunts to different countries. I love being the tourist with my eyes on the scenery and camera out taking pictures. I love exploring. It fuels my imagination.

What's your guilty “nerd” pleasure

What? Me? A nerd? LOL. I like watching animal documentaries. Anything about space holds my interest. I do a Google search for “UFO sightings” about once a month. I have episodes of Start Trek: The Next Generation that I’ve made up in my head. But me a nerd? Nope. (LOL).

Have you ever peeked at the ending of a book? 

Not that I can remember. I like the ride. Don’t want to cheat.

When it comes to your own writing are you a plotter or a panster? 

Normally I’m a pantser. But with my latest WIP, When A Vamp Falls, I had to plot it out. I dreamed about a Good Samaritan being attacked by a vampire and her life being turned upside down from that one small act of kindness and knew by the second night that I had to get what I’d dreamt on paper. It took a few days to weed through the crazy normal dreamscape, but I was happy with the product in the end. I hope the readers enjoy it as well!

When A Vamp Falls
War of Blood and Bonds
Book One
A.M. Griffin

Genre: Paranormal

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: 15-MAR-2018


Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 72k

Tagline: Ramsey will stop at nothing to keep Danya safe from harm—even go to war to protect the one he loves.

Book Description:

Danya Evans’s normal everyday life is turned upside down when one good deed lands her on the opposite end of fangs. The fangs happen to be attached to the sexiest man she’s ever seen.

She knows that she should stay away from the vampire who almost kills her, but everything about Ramsey calls out to her heart and soul.

Ramsey Moreau, a Vampire who has walked Earth for thousands of years has two regrets. The first is underestimating the two new vampires who’ve found their way into New Orleans and the second is stealing blood from the trusting human he can't get off his mind. His world is mundane to say the least, but when Danya is around he finds a reason to live and love again.

He'll stop at nothing to keep her safe from harm—even go to war to protect the one he loves.

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Excerpt 2:
The door opened.
Ramsey stared in awe at the beautiful woman in the doorway. Danya’s dark hair hung past her shoulders. Her bangs were severely cut above her eyebrows. Generous lashes framed vibrant green eyes. He’d thought that he’d imagined how pretty she was. But no, she was even prettier.
While he looked at her, drinking the sight of her in, she however, startled, screamed, then tried to slam the door in his face. A well-placed foot stopped her before she could.

“You. You.” She grunted as she pressed her body against the other side of the door.
When that didn’t work she kicked at his foot, trying to dislodge it. “No. No. No. You aren’t real.”
He glanced down at his body. “I’m very much real, sweetheart.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. “This is all a figment of my imagination. I am delusional. This is a symptom of anemia. One. Two. Three.” She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes again.
He gave her a wicked smile. “Still here.”
Danya screamed.
Ramsey cupped his hand over her mouth and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her body close to his. She smelled of vanilla and brown sugar. He leaned in to take another languidly whiff. Delectable.
She opened her eyes wide, and panic was behind them. He didn’t allow himself time to enjoy how her soft body was against his. He had to get her back inside before she had everyone on her floor spilling into the hallway to see what all the commotion was about.
Ramsey walked her back into her room and used his foot to kick the door closed behind them. He stopped only when her back was pressed against the wall. She shook with terror.
First attack her. Then scare her to death. Perfect.
A sharp pain hit his palm. He pulled away from her mouth to see the red bite mark. “You bit me.” Her bite didn’t do any damage, and the pain was gone already. His body worked quickly to make the repair. It was confusion that made him pull away. He hadn’t expected that.

Another pain, worse, like lightning, hit his groin. He doubled over and backed away.
Being kneed in the balls felt the same whether he were human or vampire. It hurt like hell. “Why did you do that?” he asked in disbelief.
The scared woman that she’d been just moments before was gone, replaced by spit and hellfire. She balled her fists and took a step forward to kick him in his chin. He’d let her beauty distract him but recovered quickly and caught her bare foot mid-air and pushed it, slamming her back against the wall. Before she could react, he was against her body again and in her face.
“Why. Are. You. Trying. To. Hurt. Me?” His nose was less than an inch from hers.
Her stare turned icy. “Because. You’re. Trying. To. Hurt. Me.” She punched his sides then winced. “Ouch. What the hell are you made of? Steel?”
“Dammit. Stop that.” He pinned her hands above her head.
She wiggled in vain, doing nothing but making his body react to hers. He lifted her arms higher, raising her to her tiptoes. She tried to knee him again, but he blocked her by maneuvering his hip and sliding his leg between hers.
He tried to ignore her warm heat spreading over his thigh. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
She stopped struggling long enough to glare at him. “Really? What do you call this or what you did last night?”
He let out a curse. “If I let you go do you promise not to attack me again?”
He didn’t believe her. “I only came to make sure that you had recovered from last night. I didn’t mean to take as much blood as I did.”
“Everyone thinks that I’m crazy because of you.”
“And for that I apologize.” She relaxed a little. “So can I let you go now?” He really wanted to keep her where she was, pinned against him, and take her. And if he didn’t create space between them that’s exactly what he would’ve done.
She gave a short nod.
He let go of her hands and stepped away and kept going until he was against the wall, giving them both space. He needed it so that his cock would go down, and she needed it so that she wouldn’t feel threatened anymore. He also wanted to put room between his balls and her knees.
“You bit me,” she said again. “Why? I was just trying to help you.”
“And you did, by giving me your blood.”
She held up a finger. “Let’s make things clear. I didn’t give you anything. You took it.”
Yeah, that sounded about right. Hearing her say it made him feel even worse. “If I had asked?”
“The answered would’ve been no.”
“It was a life or death situation. Without you I wouldn’t be standing here now.”
She snorted. “And that’s a good thing?”
“That I’m alive? I should think so.”
“Alive and coming back to finish what you started?”
He raised a questioning eyebrow.
She pointed to her neck. “To kill me.”
“I hardly have intentions to kill you.”
She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. She looked causal, even relaxed, but
her muscles were tight. She was getting ready for a fight.
“Thank you for saving me.”
“I could’ve died. You left me with a hemoglobin of 4.4!” Then she pulled her eyebrows together in thought. “What is it supposed to be normally?” she mumbled.
“Humans should have a hemoglobin of—”
“I’m not asking you, mister,” she snapped.
“Ramsey Moreau.”
“That’s my name.” She clenched her jaws. He let out a light chuckle. “Nice to meet you,
Danya Evans.”
She took a step to the side, sliding further away from him. “How do you know my name?”
He winked, giving her a devious smile. “I heard your conversations with the officers last night.”
“Creep much?”
“And I suppose that you couldn’t have found it in your heart to corroborate my story to save me from the humiliation of being labeled crazy?”
“Ah, no.” She cursed under her breath and kicked at the carpet. “But if you would let me,
I’d like to make it up to you.”
She turned her head. “And how could you do that? You can’t give me my blood back.
The transfusions took care of that.”

“I want to take you out to eat.” That hadn’t been his plan, but suddenly he didn’t want to leave her. Yet.

About the Author:

A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She's a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.

For more information please visit www.amgriffinbooks.com

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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Interview and Release Day Blitz Enchantress by Kristy Centeno

Are you currently binge watching anything on Netflix, Hulu (or elsewhere)? What keeps you glued to the screen?

I’m currently binge watching Supernatural. It’s one of my favorite tv series.

Do you prefer movies or TV series?

Both, actually. I don’t have a preference per se. It just depends on what I’m in the mood for watching.

When it comes to reading do you prefer standalones or series?

Again, both. If the first book in the series absorbs and captivates me, I will buy the second. But I’m not put off by standalones either. I’m just happy to read.

Do you prefer to start new book series when the first book is released or do you want for a several books in the series to be released so you can binge read?

It depends. If I only happen to like the first book I’ll be patient and wait until the next one releases. But If I loved the first book, It’ll drive me crazy to wait. Not that I’ll have much of a choice, but this is one reason why I kind of question whether I want to put myself through that emotional torture. Honestly, most often I do. I’m guilty of that. I’ll read a series one book at a time or binge read them. I’m an avid reader after all.

What are some of your hobbies, interests or guilty pleasures?

I enjoy listening to music, watching tv, shopping, and spending time with family. But one of my guilty pleasures is taking a bubble bath and reading in the tub. There’s nothing more relaxing for me than enjoy a good book while unwinding in the tub.

What's your guilty “nerd” pleasure? 

I’d have to say Cosplay.

Have you ever peeked at the ending of a book?

I prefer not to because I don’t want the entire book to be spoiled so I don’t ever peek at the ending.

When it comes to your own writing are you a plotter or a panster?

A little of both, I think. I used to just go with the flow and see where I’d end up, but lately, I find that I’m plotting more and more.

Giver of Life Trilogy
Book Two
Kristy Centeno

Genre: Paranormal/Young Adult/New Adult

Publisher: Inkspell Publishing

Date of Publication: April 17, 2018

ISBN: Ebook: 978-1-945910-56-2
Print: 978-1-945910-57-9

Number of pages: 325
Word Count: 90,000

Cover Artist: Najla Qamber

Tagline: She gave him hope. He gave her life.

Book Description:

Fate brought them together. Will evil break them apart?

Leah Parker’s visit to her hometown is supposed to bring her closer to the truth behind her identity. What she doesn’t anticipate is the handsome stranger with almond eyes claiming to be her Pair.

Her world once again upturned with the arrival of the man chosen to be her life partner, Leah is pulled between the feelings she’s always had for the friend she left behind, and those for the compelling stranger determined to save her from certain death—at whatever the cost. 

With an ancient evil out to finish what it started twenty-one years before, will Leah find peace within her troubled mind and heart to fight back and win? Or will her disconnection with her newfound powers hinder her only chance at survival?

His sacrifice…is her salvation.

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Excerpt 2:

Jae kneeled in front of me and took my hands in his. “You don’t use your powers often, do you?”
“No.” I’d just found out I had them. “Why?” I raised my gaze to his face, expectantly.
“As Enchanters, we’re built to destroy evil. When we fail to hunt, and destroy our enemies, our inner clock gets out of whack and this is the aftermath.”
Confused, I gaped at him. “I have no idea what you just said.”
“It’s a little something we call blue fever. It happens when we accumulate too much power. You can stop it by channeling into your inner Enchantress.”
“I used my powers not too long ago,” I argued.
He nodded. “Not in the way you intended, did you?”
“What difference does it make?”
“A lot.”
“Tell me how to stop it,” I requested, annoyed that he knew my faults even if I hadn’t admitted to them.
“Do you hunt?” he prodded.
“No. I had no need to,” I lied. Well, more like fibbed. I wasn’t withholding the truth, just not fully explaining myself. Now wasn’t the place or time for that. “How do I…?” Panicked, I watched as the first strands of the bluish flames emerged from the tips of my fingers. “No.”
If I broke out in flames, not only would our victim spot us, but the entire ecosystem around me would be in jeopardy, thanks to my inability to function the way I was built to.
“How do I stop it?” I asked him in desperation.
In response, Jae helped me to my feet, pressed me against the tree’s trunk behind me, framed my face between his palms, and crushed his full lips to mine.

About the Author:

Kristy Centeno is the author of the Secrets of the Moon saga and Keeper Witches series.

She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.

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