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Interview and Giveaway with Nancy Cohen
Do
you have a specific writing style?
I like to write fast-paced page turners that will
keep readers awake at night. My stories are easy-to-read, include a touch of
humor, and always have a happy ending. I would rather make you laugh and close
the book with a smile than shed a tear, not that my books lack poignancy. But if
you want to be sad or horrified, watch the news on TV. My books are aimed to
give you a pleasant escape from reality.
Do
you write in different genres?
Yes, I write mysteries and romance. My humorous Bad
Hair Day mystery series features hairdresser Marla Shore, who solves crimes in
sultry South Florida. My paranormal Drift Lords series also takes place in
modern times but with elements of scifi and fantasy based on Norse mythology.
If
yes which is your favorite genre to write?
I like them both. I enjoy plotting mysteries, and I
bring this sense of logic to my romances as well. But the paranormal stories
can have much more passion and adventure than the mysteries that must remain
grounded in reality. In the Drift Lords series, my imagination can run wild. I
can bring in fantasy creatures or put my characters into perilous situations
that wouldn’t happen in a traditional mystery. I like to think of them as
“quest” stories.
Think Indiana Jones
meets Lord of the Rings. For my
mysteries, it’s more like Murder, She
Wrote in a beauty salon. I have fun writing these stories, too, and
following Marla’s life throughout twelve books so far. Switching between genres
refreshes my creativity.
Do
you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?
I set a title up front. Warrior Lord is the third title in my Drift Lords series that
begins with Warrior Prince and Warrior Rogue.
Is
there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Warrior
Lord
deals with injustice in that Lord Magnor has been accused of a crime on his
home world that he didn’t commit. Having been betrayed by someone close to him,
he’s become a loner and has to learn how to be a team player when he joins the
Drift Lords. A more important lesson is that honor and respect are self-driven
and cannot be determined by others. He thinks he’s lost his honor, but he
doesn’t truly retain it until he realizes he is the one who cast it aside.
Is
the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true life experience, someone
you know, or events in your own life?
My real life experiences make their way into my Bad
Hair Day mystery series. As for Warrior
Lord, I have been to most of the locations in this story.
What
books/authors have influenced your life?
I started reading romance with Barbara Cartland
novels. From Regencies, I got into historical romance in general. I still
consider this my favorite genre to read. Author Marilyn Campbell introduced me
to futuristic romance. The first book I wrote in that genre is the one I sold.
It was my seventh title. I started to follow some fantasy and scifi authors,
and their storytelling abilities also influenced me. So did series like Horatio
Hornblower, where I learned it’s the main character’s personal life that draws
readers back to a series more so than the adventures or mysteries involved.
These protagonists need to grow and change as a series progresses, and I follow
this principle not only in individual titles but also in my ongoing series.
Jill Churchill’s books introduced me to humorous cozies and that’s my other
writing field. Now I enjoy reading historical mysteries and even some YA, but I
wouldn’t want to write in either one of those genres.
If
you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
I would consider everyone in my critique group to be
my mentor. There are six of us, all published authors, who meet on a bi-weekly
basis. Plus, I’ve learned a lot from workshops I have attended and from my
networking efforts in professional writing organizations.
What
is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?
Peril
by Ponytail, book #12 in the Bad Hair Day mysteries,
will be my next release.
Meanwhile, I’m working on an indie project to publish
my father’s true life travel adventure of his hitchhiking journey across the
U.S. in 1929. Then I intend to tackle the audio editions of my backlist mystery
titles. After these are done, I’ll write the next series book.
Is
there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Beginnings are always difficult for me. Once I get
all the characters on stage for the first time and see how they react, things
roll more smoothly. But getting started is hard. I love writing the second half
of a book when I’m in the zone and the story flows from my mind to paper.
Do
you have to travel much to do research for your books?
I did an intensive research trip to Arizona that
will figure into both of my series. I do like to visit the locales, especially
for the sensory details that you can’t get from reference books. For Warrior Lord, I have actually been to
Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen, Florida and Arizona. The
volcanic island in the climactic scene is based on places I’ve been like
Hawaii.
Do
you have any advice for other writers?
Learn your craft along with the business aspects of
writing. Attend workshops and conferences, enter contests with feedback, join
professional writing organizations, get into a critique group, and never give
up. Keep writing one book after another, seeking to improve your skills and
learn marketing techniques. Treat your writing career as a small business and not
as an artsy endeavor. Always be courteous and polite, helpful to other authors
and grateful to readers.
Warrior Lord
The Drift Lords Series
Book 3
Nancy J. Cohen
Genre: Paranormal SciFi/Fantasy Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: August 1, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-62830-446-6
ISBN: 978-1-62830-445-9
ASIN:
Number of pages: 422
Word Count: 102,340
Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor
Book Description:
A fantasy wedding in Las Vegas turns into a nightmare when contest winner Erika Sherwood realizes she’s married an alien.
Pottery sculptor Erika Sherwood has no idea her televised wedding in Las Vegas is for real until an official confirms she and the stranger she’s just met are legitimately wed.
A Drift Lord and warrior of the Tsuran, Magnor tricks the redhead into marriage because she’s one of six women prophesied to save Earth. But as he’s forced into her company in their race against the apocalypse, he wonders if he risks his heart more than his life.
Can a free-spirited ceramic artist and a fierce swordsman trust each other enough to prevent disaster?
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Where else but Las Vegas could a bearded man wearing a cape and sword swagger inside a casino without drawing attention?
Erika Sherwood stared at the man who peered around, a bewildered look on his face until his gaze slammed into hers.
Her heart slowed, as though the world had frozen in that moment. Despite the bells ringing and people chattering and roulette wheels spinning, her awareness narrowed. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from his searing glance.
Her pulse jumped when the man strode purposefully in her direction, his cape flapping behind him. With his powerful physique and resolute jawline, he looked like a superhero come to life. She supposed he’d bought that fabulous costume at a store along the Strip.
He claimed the empty seat beside her, exchanged a few words with the blackjack dealer, and set out a pile of chips. Tension charged the air around him. Her sideways glance absorbed his longish black hair and trim beard and the wide breadth of his shoulders. She pulled her skirt down, aware it had hiked up indecently, but his gaze didn’t go there. Instead, his dark eyes fixated on her wristwatch.
“Miss?” The dealer’s questioning glance fell on her.
“Oh. Hit me, please.” She grimaced at the eight of spades she’d drawn. Drat, now she was over the limit.
“Not having any luck?” The newcomer nodded at her diminishing pile of chips. “Maybe this isn’t your game.”
“Excuse me, mister…?”
“My name is Magnor.” He quirked an eyebrow when the waitress came by with another round of free drinks.
Erika lifted her third Viking Volcano from the tray. Who could resist? The fruity drinks were on the house, a popular ploy to keep gamblers in their casino.
She raised her glass in a friendly gesture before taking a sip. “Is Magnor your first name or your last name?”
“It’s my only name.” His mouth curved as he watched her reaction.
“O-kay.” She wasn’t in the mood to challenge him. Those drinks had already gone to her head, making her happy to accept his remark along with his blatant stare. Probably half the people in Vegas used false names anyway.
“Do you work here?” she asked, realizing his outfit matched the resort’s Nordic theme.
He stiffened. “I should say not. I am a guest, like you.”
“Sorry to have asked, but you fit the part.”
“It is my customary attire as a warrior of the Tsuran.”
“I see,” she said in a noncommittal tone. Maybe he was an actor deep into his role. He could be taking a break from a movie set. Were they filming a sequel to Thor in the area?
“Nice timepiece you’re wearing.” He nodded at the object of his scrutiny.
Erika slid her hand under the table. “It was a gift.”
Her parents had given her the watch for her sixteenth birthday with the caveat that she ask no questions about its unusual properties. It ran with no visible mechanism and no battery and had a peculiar symbol engraved on its face.
Her forehead wrinkled. Why had Magnor chosen to comment on her watch when most men would offer a line about her flaming red hair or her flashy clothes?
Come on, Erika, why do you care what he thinks? You came here for the art show, remember, and not to meet men?
It must be the alcohol causing that low buzzing sound in her ears and not his imposing presence.
“This announcement is for all of our engaged couples out there,” blared a loudspeaker voice. “It’s the last call if you want to enter our exciting contest. The lucky winners will be married on live television, after which they’ll receive a complimentary stay in our honeymoon suite, fifty thousand dollars, and a new car. Entries are being accepted in the Green Room all day Friday until four o’clock.”
“Fifty thousand dollars,” Erika muttered. “Man, could I use that money!”
Magnor nudged her, a grin on his face. “Why don’t we enter the contest together?”
The smile transformed his features, making her want to study the craggy lines and furrows that made his visage so interesting.
“What?” she said when his words finally registered.
“I need a room, and the hotel is full. If we win, that will solve my problem. You can keep the car and the cash.”
“B-But the winners have to get married. On live television.”
He waved a hand. “Oh, that. Las Vegas is all about fantasy, is it not?”
Her eyes widened. “You mean, the wedding will be filmed like a reality show, but it isn’t real?”
He winked at her. “All of the contestants get bonus credits on their club cards. What have we got to lose?”
Erika stared at her diminished pile of chips. She’d lost two hundred dollars in less than an hour. She scooped the remaining credits into her purse while considering the man’s outrageous suggestion.
In her earlier days, she’d have accepted his proposal without a second thought. Back then nothing had mattered except her plants, her pottery, and her own pleasure.
Eventually, she’d erected an armor of self-discipline around herself so she could accomplish her goals. However, this resolve had evaporated under the influence of the drinks and the man’s piercing gaze. Who wouldn’t want a hunk like him as her fake fiancé?
Ignoring the warning bells in her mind, she scraped back her chair.
“I accept your offer,” she told him with bravado. “If we lose, at least we’ll be ahead by several credits. And it might be fun.”
“We should seal the deal if we are to play an engaged couple,” Magnor said, closing the distance between them.
His head descended before she could protest, and his lips met hers.
About the Author:
Nancy J. Cohen writes the humorous Bad Hair Day mystery series featuring hairdresser Marla Shore. Several of these titles have made the Independent Mystery Booksellers Association bestseller list. Nancy is also the author of Writing the Cozy Mystery, a valuable instructional guide for writers on how to write a winning whodunit. Her imaginative romances have proven popular with fans as well. Her titles in this genre have won the HOLT Medallion and Best Book in Romantic SciFi/Fantasy at The Romance Reviews. A featured speaker at conferences, libraries, and community events, Nancy is listed in Contemporary Authors, Poets & Writers, and Who's Who in U.S. Writers, Editors, & Poets.
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Forget Me Not by Shawn Martin
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Forget Me Not
Shadowflesh Series
Book 2
Shawn Martin
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
Publisher: Vinspire Publishing
Date of Publication: March 31, 2014
ISBN: 0989063232
ASIN: B00IKZTVUC
Number of pages: 308
Word Count: 73,500
Cover Artist: Elaina Lee
Book Description:
Fortune has smiled on seventeen year old Aileen McCormick ever since Addison came back into her life, giving her the love she has so desperately longed for. That is, until a mysterious man slithers across her path and slips a spellbinding cameo around her neck. The cameo holds more than just the image of an enchantress who hungers for souls. It possesses a curse that strangles away every memory Aileen has of Addison.
Addison, a three hundred year old fugitive from the netherworld, recognizes the wretched woman inside the cameo and the curse she has cast on his unsuspecting love. The enchanted cameo has but one purpose: to torment Aileen with hints of love she can no longer recall.
Aileen cannot escape the deadly cameo. She runs for her life with the curse only a breath away. If she truly wants her memory back, the enchantress is all too willing to restore it. It will cost her, though. Cost her everything.
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Chapter 1
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been afraid of the dark. It seemed like a lifetime ago, when shadows and demons consumed me at night, when the end of the world was but a breath away. That was all before I met Addison.
From the very moment I literally fell into his arms, I had fallen hopelessly in love with him. Hopelessly, carelessly, eternally in love with him. And he loved me back.
Addison Wake had become my entire life, my reason for living. I breathed in his love and exhaled his name. My heart beat a passionate rhythm to which only he marched. He danced into my dreams, stealing me away into the stars at the witching hour. Since he had come back to me we had been inseparable.
The last amber leaves of autumn waved goodbye to the worst and best year of my life. The year I lost my home, my friends, everything I thought I needed to live. The year I discovered a grandmother I hardly knew. The year I found new friends. The year I fell in love.
The calendar gloated that Christmas was less than a month away, but who cared? I looked forward to the first day of winter. Or rather the longest night of the year. Ever since finding out Santa was just a figment of my parents’ imagination, I didn’t have much use for the yuletide. But I had always loved that long and wonderful night. Addison had already set a date for that night, promising to take me to an air show in the day and onto the rooftop at night to teach me the constellations.
It was kind of embarrassing, but I had never really learned the stars. Sure, I could spot the Big Dipper and hardly ever mistook the moon for a comet. But that was the extent of my celestial knowledge. Most of my time had been spent looking down rather than up, and I regretted that. Just one more regret in the long list I had been working on in my seventeen years. But all that was changing, and Addison was helping me one regret at a time.
To say I appreciated everything he had done for me would be an understatement. He taught me how to drive a stick. He trusted me with his deepest, darkest secrets. He saved my life. He fell in love with me, maybe even more than I had fallen in love with him. If that was possible.
Mere words could do no justice for how I felt about Addison. But that didn’t stop me from trying to tell him, or show him. I poured my heart out into haiku almost daily. I swirled his initials into the thighs of my worn jeans in three colors of permanent ink. I learned to say “I love you” in twenty-one languages.
My most recent declaration of love cost me an entire paycheck. I purchased a star. Not the Hollywood kind starlets walked across in stilettos. An actual star, in outer space, where no man has boldly gone before.
Bonnie Fay and Nicola had completely different reactions when I confessed what I had done. Bonnie Fay wrinkled her nose and squinted at me, forcing the kind of smile that told me I was lame. “Sounds kinda hokey,” she had said in her southern drawl. “Sugar, if you’re gonna tease him with something he can’t have, don’t let it be a star.”
Nicola, the polar opposite to everything calm and conforming, had a completely different reaction. She ached a sigh, crossed her hands over her heart, and fell backwards onto my bed. “That is just so…” She took a breath and clicked the heals of her combat boots. I prayed she’d say something other than “hokey.” “So… romantic.” Then she wiped away a hint of her sentimentality before it had the chance to smear her dark eye make-up. She had spent too long applying deadly Goth to have it ruined by a girly tear.
Yes, I bought my boyfriend a star. It was a little star – I didn’t make that much money – cleverly hidden in the Scorpius constellation. The website informed me the little speck could be seen near the horizon using a telescope the size of a small skyscraper. But the heavenly body, now and forever known as “Addison Wake,” was indeed there. It was my gift to him, a little piece of eternity that would smile down upon us every night until the stars all went out.
Okay, it was a little hokey.
But what could I have given to Addison Wake? He wasn’t exactly like the other boys at Redcliff High. To be perfectly clear, he was nothing at all like anyone on this mortal world. Addison was a phantom, a fugitive from the netherworld, casually walking among the living as shadowflesh. He willed his dark, mysterious ether into the tall, lean embodiment of perfection. An immortal soul, yet vulnerable shadowflesh.
And no, I didn’t need my head examined… or maybe I did.
Addison was completely wrong for me, completely wrong for any living, breathing girl who had a fondness for staying alive. The more I knew we shouldn’t be together, the more I was drawn to him. Like a knot, the harder a person tried to pull it apart the tighter it got.
To show my love for Addison, I had to think of something as unique, something as ageless as he. Haiku hadn’t cut it. And it wasn’t like I could burn him a CD of my favorite music and expect it to mean anything in a year, or a decade, or a century. But a star, it would be forever.
And when that long and wonderful night finally came and Addison showed me the constellations, I would surprise him with his star, pointing to the part of the sky where the tiny speck was supposed to be.
I had no idea how he would react. Maybe he’d shrug or look at me as if I had lost my mind. Or maybe he’d arch one eyebrow higher than the other over his smoky blue eyes and kiss me. It would be cold, December nights get that way, so he would undoubtedly drape his leather flight jacket over my shoulders and wrap me in his strong arms, and I would kiss him back like I had never kissed him before, like I would never kiss him again. And perhaps that would be the night. The night.
I no longer feared the darkness. As a matter of fact, I looked forward it. The longest, darkest night of the year waited for me, and that should have been my happily ever after. But fate can be a funny, cruel thing.
About the Author:
Shawn Martin calls Springfield, Missouri, home. After graduating from Missouri State University with majors in Economics and Political Science, he bounced around the Midwest only to end up right where he started.
His day (and night) job is being a firefighter. Aside from rescuing cats in trees and removing burnt pot roasts from ovens, he spends his time finding the hardest way to do the simplest of things. The rest of his time is spent weaving words into another installment in the Shadowflesh Series. Visit www.shadowflesh.com for a look into the author and his work.
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Echoes of Paradise
The Afterlife Series
Book 1
Deanna Kahler
Genre: Paranormal Romance / Visionary Fiction
Publisher: Rose Petal Publications
Date of Publication: Originally Released 1/1/2014
Reprint / New Cover 6/21/2014
ISBN: 978-0615863399
ASIN: B00HT2KX2C
Number of pages: 228
Word Count: 54,937
Book Description:
Connor’s dead. But she can still feel him. Is it just her imagination or something more? Celeste wants to know. And she’ll stop at nothing to find out.
A once-aspiring artist, Celeste is going through the motions of life. She’s stuck – in a job she doesn’t love, with a man who isn’t right for her, in a web of painful memories from the past. Adding to her despair is the sudden and unexpected death of Connor, her true love. As she struggles to make sense of the world around her, strange coincidences and mysterious events lead her to question her sanity. When the happenings persist, she wonders if Connor’s spirit is trying to tell her something. Her jealous husband Dave insists it’s all just her imagination. But when Celeste’s young son has an experience of his own, she is determined to uncover the truth.
Join Celeste as she risks her marriage, her career, and her own safety to escape the demons from her past and unravel the mysteries of life and death. With so much uncertainty, there’s only one thing Celeste knows: her world will never be the same.
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Celeste began
sobbing uncontrollably. She struggled to see the road ahead of her through
tear-filled eyes. The landscape became a fuzzy blur of moonlight and shadowy
trees. The world around her spun into an unrecognizable mix of darkness
streaked with occasional rays of dim light. As she drove blindly ahead, she
felt as if she were plunging into nothingness. And she didn’t even care.
She would have
continued in her oblivious state, but somehow, out of nowhere, she heard a very
clear and distinct male voice pop into her head. She thought that surely she
must have imagined it, because it sounded like Connor.
Pay attention.
Suddenly a
deer darted out in front of her, its startled eyes aglow from the blazing gold
headlights. Blood pulsed through her veins as she abruptly swerved her car to
the right, narrowly missing the animal. With her heart still pounding, she took
a deep breath and tried to regain her composure.
“That was
close,” she said aloud to herself. “Stay focused, Celeste. Keep it together.”
Although she
was alone in her car, she noticed a distinct presence. It felt like Connor was
somehow with her. First the voice, and now this? Surely she must be losing her
mind! Even so, she had an irresistible urge to talk to him. Maybe it was silly
or useless, but she couldn’t fight this desire brimming inside of her. She
didn’t just want communication with her deceased former love; she needed it—even if it was one-sided. She
began to have a conversation as if he were right there with her.
“I’m so
sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in touch with you and try to be a
part of your life in some way. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you or able to help
you. I’m sorry for the night I left you. I’m sorry I didn’t let you get closer
to me or tell you that I love you. I’m just so sorry.”
Tears streamed
down Celeste’s face like the rain on a shiny glass window, and she gasped for
air. What she wanted most right now was to know that Connor still existed
somehow, somewhere. She wanted proof that his spirit lived on. She wanted to
know that he was alive and well in heaven. Although she had been raised
Christian, her faith had faded as she’d grown older. Life’s circumstances,
unanswered prayers, and the cynical, materialistic world around her had left
Celeste with doubts and questions. She now wondered if God and the afterlife
even existed at all. She wanted to believe. She just didn’t know how.
Right after
she spoke to Connor, a song came on the radio. The words caught her attention,
and she stopped crying long enough to listen. It was a tune by Nickelback
titled “Someday.”
For a brief
moment, Celeste noticed a tingling sensation run down her spine. She felt like
Connor was speaking directly to her through this song. It felt as if he were
trying to respond to her. Were the words to this song meant for her? Did he
somehow hear her cries? Was he trying to tell her he was going to help her in
some way?
“No,” thought
Celeste. “You’re being ridiculous. This is all just a coincidence. Connor can’t
hear you or help you—he’s dead.”
Somehow, even
though her rational, logical mind told her this, her heart told her otherwise.
Maybe Connor really was alive in the afterlife. Maybe he really could hear her.
She needed to know the truth. She wanted answers.
About the Author:
Deanna Kahler is an accomplished writer and proud mom. Her work has been published in numerous corporate newsletters and magazines across the country. She began writing as a young child and enjoys the opportunity to reach others and make a difference in their lives.
Echoes of Paradise is her second book. The story is close to her heart because it was inspired by some of her own experiences. Deanna is now working on a follow-up novel, Visions of Mortality, scheduled for release in 2015. The book will feature some of the same characters and also have a paranormal/afterlife theme.
Deanna holds a bachelor’s degree in communication arts from Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan, where she graduated with departmental honors. She lives with her husband and daughter in a Metro Detroit suburb and enjoys writing, dancing, walking, and visiting parks in her spare time.
For more information, please visit www.deannakahler.com
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