Saturday, May 16, 2015

May Issue of Bewitching Book Tours Magazine




Check out the free May issue of Bewitching Book Tours Magazine- filled with author interviews, excerpts, author advice and more.

Flip through the pages and discover Interviews with AD A.D. Marrow​, Laila Blake​ and L.C. Spoering​, TW T.w. Kirchner​, MJ M.J. Rose​;  Character Interviews with Desy Smith’s Cast of The Talented; Ghosties, Ghoulies, and Samhain with Ann Gimpel​; What makes Heuer Tick with AB A.b. Funkhauser​; I’ve Got Designs on You with Nelli Rees; Flash Fiction with Kyoko M; Eco Summer Fun with La Mamma Verde Wenona Napolitano​, and you’ll find Roxanne Rhoads​ in the Naughty Nook.





Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Guest Blog and Giveaway: Ghost Love by Nelli Rees



Do you have a specific writing style?

One book in it’s a little early to say. I like unconventional story patterns (“Ghost Love” has two intertwined stories set twenty years apart) and I like strong, memorable characters. I also write for pace; I hate books that dawdle.

Do you write in different genres?

Not yet but I’m working on it! “Ghost Love” is a modern day romantic thriller (with a dash of the supernatural) so I’m thinking of branching out into historical romantic thrillers, specifically one set in Regency England. I had one of those kerching moments when a story idea suddenly materialized in my head fully formed, one which I hope will pop the reader’s socks off (and bust their stays, of course). A word of warning to any would be Jane Austens out there: the research needed to get it right is simply mind-blowing …

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

“Ghost Love” was in my head for a long time sort of gestating, so I had the title before I started writing it all down. It just felt right – or should that be write – and encapsulated the two themes running through the story … love flavored with a dash of the supernatural.

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

The part set in Moscow circa 1989 … most of the events and actions are based on my life. It was a really freaky time when all the old certainties of Communism disappeared to be replaced by chaos. It was simultaneously exciting and scary. Like travelling in a fast car which ain’t got any brakes.

The part set in present day England … less so, but there’s still quite a bit of fact flavoring the fiction.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

That’s easy. It’s Rod, my husband, who writes SF (the “Demi-Monde” series). He’s been with me every step of the way encouraging, suggesting, editing and acting as beta-reader. Okay, he isn’t a natural romantic and his use of commas is suspect but he made a excellent sounding board. And he’s a great nagger when I get keyboard-shy.

What is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?

Apart for the Regency thriller, the next book I’m working on is called “Hotel Rus”. Again it’ll be two intertwined stories, the first set in Russia of the early 1990s and the second in present day England, exploring the seedier side of ‘Londongrad’, the Russian enclave that’s grown up in London.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

This is the opening of “Hotel Rus” (hot off the press):

UltraGraphics Business Center, Pobeda Hotel, Moscow: 7th August, 1995

Plop!
Lost as she was in transcribing a particularly badly written English sentence into intelligible Russian, it took a moment for Katia to realize what had just happened, that a ball of tightly crumpled paper had landed in her cup and splashed coffee all over her translation. She was just about to look around to find who the hooligan was doing the throwing when a second ball bounced off her head. She was being bombed!
A very annoyed Katia swiveled on her chair just in time to witness a third ball arching its way over the partition wall that separated the UltraGraphics Business Center from the Pobeda Hotel’s reception area. Incensed, Katia sprang from her chair, pulled open the door and marched into reception determined to confront the bombardier.
‘Hi,’ said the tall and elegantly dressed man leaning negligently against the Business Center’s counter. That he was in the process of scrunging up one of the fliers extolling the virtues of using UltraGraphics for ‘all your business needs’ ‒ this presumably a precursor to lobbing it over the wall ‒ was all the proof of his guilt that Katia needed.
The ‘Hi’ greeting indicated that the man was American so Katia switched to English putting as much frost in her voice as she could. ‘Just what do you think you’re doing?’
The man shrugged. ‘Trying to attract attention. Nobody seemed to be on duty. I tried shouting but …’ Another careless shrug, this accompanied by a mocking smile.
Ignoring the smile and silently cursing Vika for bunking off – the girl was so damned idle – Katia took a deep breath and tried to contain her anger. Pauline, the American who was head of UltraGraphics (Russia) was always lecturing them that ‘the maintenance of good customer relations is the cornerstone of UltraGraphics’s business ethos’ and as this man was undoubtedly a potential customer Katia did her best not to let her irritation show.
Linguist that she was, Katia automatically analyzed the man’s accent. Not American and not German either. The way he was dressed was odd too: not as formal and buttoned-down as the Americans or as unimaginative as the Germans. That had to mean he was English. Katia had never met an Englishman before but she had heard from the other girls in the center that Englishmen were inclined to be rascals. And if ever a man was a rascal it was this man … a rascal possessed of a truly wonderful accent. It sent a shiver running down her spine.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Stop writing … I don’t need the competition.

Seriously though, the best trick I’ve learned for improving my writing is reading aloud! New writers need to get vocal.


When I proof-read my own stuff – and I guess by the time I’d finished “Ghost Love” I’d read it maybe a hundred times – a couple of pages in my mind starts to wander which can be lethal. So what to do? The answer is to read what I’ve written aloud. I pretend that I’m reading for the radio and give voice to my words. Reading aloud necessitates reading each and every word and listening to the dialogue of all of your characters. Doing this it soon becomes apparent when you’re using the same word or phrase too often – those devilishly persistent ‘echoes’ – or if your characters’ speech patterns aren’t consistent. And when you’ve come to that ‘final polish’ stage before sending it off to a publisher, reading to a beta reader is invaluable. Rod, my husband, functions in this (and other!) capacities, each of us taking it in turns to read a chapter aloud with the other simply listening and critiquing.

Do you have a song or playlist (book soundtrack) that you think represents this book?

Jazz is featured quite heavily in “Ghost Love” and in writing these scenes I drew on my career as a jazz singer.


When I first came to the UK I fronted a band that played the jazz-themed hotel Rod and I ran. This sorta grew and my career as a jazz vamp climaxed with me recording a critically acclaimed album of nuJazz tunes called “Jazz Noir”. You can check out my rendition of the great Marlene Dietrich number “Falling in Love Again” on youtube.


Ghost Love
Nelli Rees

Genre: Romance (with a hint of the paranormal)

Publisher: Phaze

Date of Publication: 20th January 2015

ISBN: ISBN-13 978-1-60659-849-8
ASIN: B00SNYRXH8

Number of pages: 332
Word Count: 90,000

Cover Artist: Niki Browning
Book Description:

In the madcap, chaotic days when Communism crumbled in the USSR, Tonia meets and falls in love with Englishman, Peter Monroe. Despite the protests of her family and the more strenuous
objections of the KGB Tonia agrees to marry Peter only for him to mysteriously disappear.

Twenty years later a life-toughened Toni must revisit these bitter-sweet memories when she finds herself and her daughters endangered by the consequences of that love affair.

In her despair Toni comes to realise that true love really does conquer all … even death.

Available at   Phaze   Amazon   BN   ARe


Excerpt:  Prologue

Present Day: Dorset, England

Excitement being a kindred spirit to fear, Toni was undecided as to whether it was a trickle of fear she felt shivering down her spine or a trickle of excitement.
As she sat staring at the screen of her laptop, the darkness shrouding the room seemed to draw in on her: her head swam, her palms became clammy. Tears welled up in her eyes. She blinked them away, hoping that by doing so the message on her screen would disappear. It didn’t.

Peter Monroe wants to be friends on Facebook

Hesitantly she maneuvered the cursor over the ‘connect’ button and pressed ‘enter.’ The screen mutated to show the Facebook page for ‘Peter Monroe.’ It was Peter! She recognized the profile photograph instantly. She’d taken it. She remembered posing him in front of the bandstand in Gorki Park on that spring day back in 1990, remembered laughing at the stupid faces he pulled, remembered the way his long chestnut hair flopped over his forehead, remembered…
How could she forget? He had been her one true love.
Love. A word made empty by misuse…by overuse. She wondered how many had ever endured the touch of real love, that soul-eviscerating sensation that comes when you know you have found your soul-mate. Very few, she decided. Perhaps this was all for the good: true love brought anguish in equal measure to joy. As the last twenty years had taught her, finding true love was a bitter-sweet blessing. Her fingers trembled as she typed.
Is it really you, Peter?
The reply was instantaneous.
Yes…I’ve missed you, Tonia.
She couldn’t stop herself: the tears flowed down her cheeks.
But…
She paused, terrified that what she would type next might cause this marvelous mirage to vanish.
But I thought you were dead.
The seconds ticked by, then:

I am.
About the Author:

Nelli Rees, born in Moscow, trained as a linguist and a musician. With her future husband Englishman Rod she worked and travelled around Russia, finally coming to live in England in 1998. Nelli has had several successful careers: recording a critically acclaimed nu-jazz album “Jazz Noir”, becoming an award-winning jewellery maker, writing a book “Glass Bead Jewelry Projects”, and doing all this whilst being a mother and a wife. “Ghost Love” is Nelli’s first novel and draws heavily on her own experiences as a young woman in Soviet Russia and the obstacles she and her husband-to-be faced during those difficult times.




Video of Nelli performing "Falling In Love Again":
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2J5Phukc8Y








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Amber Prelude
Amber Gifts
Prequel
Kevin B. Henry

Genre: Fantasy, Time Travel, Science Fiction, and History

Publisher: Burst/ Champagne Books

Date of Publication: June 01, 2015

Word Count: 20,000

Formats available: eBook, PDF

Cover Artist: Ellie Smith

Book Description:

Mitchell didn't really believe the story the Man told him, Just take a sip and speak a year. He whimsically chose a historic event to witness. Little did he know he would become part of that history. Faster than you can say Teithwyr Amser our man Mitchell is chasing a bona fide assassin not only across America but across time.

Amber Prelude will require Mitchell to travel from the America he knows to France and Africa. He will travel to decades and centuries he is unfamiliar with. Mitchell will chase authentic villains and make historic friends, all in an attempt to set history back the way he remembers.

About the Author:

From an early age, Kevin B. Henry was a voracious reader. His collection of science fiction, fantasy and mystery books bring tears of envy to the eyes of many small community libraries.

Kevin has worked as an educator, technology specialist and day laborer most of his adult life. During all that time he lived the life of a frustrated author. That it took 30 years for him to piece together the series, Amber Gifts is a testament that the best meals need slow cooking to bring out the flavor.

The Amber Gifts Series begins with Amber Gifts. The second story, which is really the first, is Amber Prelude, and is available now. The third story, Amber Legacy continues where Amber Gifts left off. It will be available in November 2015. All are published by the wonderful folks at the Champagne Book Group. A fourth story is in the process of being written.

Kevin is a natural story teller, so it’s logical that he lectures occasionally. Topics range from the implementation of cutting edge technology hardware to the creation, modification and use of e-books within education. He constantly pursues research to expand his range of possible topics. His most recent research revolved around the aerodynamic properties of reindeer. He’s also been known to include little known facts and trivia within his presentations. Did you know just 146 years ago today the Union Army marched into Atlanta. It took longer than anticipated. They were delayed by a traffic jam on I-75 and the toll booth on Ga. 400

He continues to live in the Mid-West without human or domesticated mammal companionship.


Twitter:        @Kevin_Henry


Monday, May 11, 2015

Guest Blog: Ill Fated by Rachel Rawlings



I want to thank Roxanne for having me on her blog today and for another wonderful whirlwind tour! I have had a great time!

So far I have talked about the music I’ve listened to while writing, the places I’ve included in my novels and a few in depth interviews. All have been fun! I racked my brain trying to come up with something new and different only to be given an idea by a friend of mine while complaining about my blog block! She asked me to tell her what topics I’d written about and offered a few suggestions before mentioning food… Eureka! Food! I love food. I mean who doesn’t right? And food is actually mentioned a lot in my writing. Perhaps I’m subconsciously living through my characters!

My family is from Rhode Island, a stone throw from Salem, MA where my series takes place, so I decided to incorporate some of my favorite dishes and places. Two of my absolute favorite things are the linguisa, a Portuguese sausage I wrote about in Witch Hunt. Maurin has it with scrambled eggs and home fries. To this day, still one of my favorite dishes! Of course you can eat linguisa grilled or in Portuguese kale soup… Yum!

Another one of my favorites would have to be the Italian cookies from Tripoli. In Ill Fated the crew takes a road trip to Lawrence, MA while tracking a coven. The coffee shop is fictional but Tripoli Bakery is real and has been a family favorite since I was little. Since my nana, who passed last year, was little. She grew up in Lawrence, back when the neighborhood was mostly Italian immigrants. The bakery still serves the traditional pastries, cakes and cookies that they did when she was growing up. The cookies were even served at my wedding reception.

Another foodie item talked about in all of my books is coffee. Something not unique to authors or their characters, lol! Or even New Englanders for that matter, but man do we love our coffee. Growing up we didn’t have chocolate milk we had coffee milk made with Autocrat coffee syrup. We were practically weaned on coffee. I love everything about it, the way it smells, tastes, everything. It’s not the caffeine. I’m pretty sure I am impervious to it actually. I could and often do drink it all day. So does Maurin. Her favorite is the dirty chai latte or a brown sugar cinnamon latte. I usually just drink it black, lol.

It’s funny how little things from our childhood like food have such a huge impact on our lives even as adults. Maybe it’s the taste or maybe it’s the nostalgia. Either way, food is connected in more ways than just nutrition and pops up in our writing more often than we probably realize.


And with that I think I’ll go get a snack! Maybe I can rustle up a cappuccino and cannoli! 



Ill Fated
The Maurin Kincaide Series
Book 5
Rachel Rawlings

Genre: Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Date of Publication: 2/11/15

ISBN: 978-1508456711
ASIN: B00TI20TZC

Number of pages: 271

Cover Artist: Eri Nelson

Book Description:

Some things are destined to end in death. After the first attempt on her life Maurin wasn't scared. Hell, she was almost flattered. But someone put a price on her head and things are getting complicated.

Trouble is brewing in the fae courts and it's spilling over into Salem. The UnSeelie Dark Guard have answered the call for her head on a platter and people closest to her are disappearing.

Can Maurin master court politics and find her missing men before someone claims the bounty on her head?

Available at   Amazon   and   BN
Excerpt:
"You're awake?" He sounded more than a little surprised.
"I'm not really sure the state I'm in qualifies as awake."
"Here I was, terrified to poke the dragon, and you're already drinking coffee and talking in complete sentences."
I snorted and took a sip of the aforementioned liquid gold. "Are you always like this in the morning?"
"If you'd let me sleep over you'd already know the answer to that question. Why aren't you asleep?"
In general or just tonight, I silently wondered. "Bad dream. I've been tossing and turning all night. I finally gave in and got out of bed."  
Papers rustled in the background and when he spoke again, his voice was lower, intimate."You want to talk about it?"
"Something tells me my nightmares are the least of our problems."
"You have no idea. I need you to come down to my office."
I sighed. "Can it at least wait until after sunrise?"
"Would I be breaking the no phone calls before noon policy if it could wait?"
“There really is no rest for the wicked, is there?”
He laughed and the sound warmed me more than a hundred cups of coffee. "Apparently not, in your case. Now, there's a dirty chai latte and a croissant for you if you're here before Amalie. I can't promise real coffee and pastries will survive beyond five minutes of her arrival."
"It's four-thirty in the morning, Mas. If you know what's good for you, you'll make sure at least  one dirty chai and croissant remain unmolested."
"I'll see you soon." He was laughing as he hung up the phone.
Three hours ago I’d practically crawled through the doorway, exhausted from cleaning up after a newbie vamp who’d broken the Jus Sanguinis Intergentes when she killed her donor. The blood pact between people and vampires had a clear no killing, no exceptions clause.
It was up to the maker to ensure their child was ready to feed unsupervised. If something went wrong and the Council found out about it, we cleaned up the mess and the sire was subject to heavy fines and possible revocation of their rights to expand their blood lines. She’d been quite literally a bitch to track and take down.
It had been a long night and it was shaping up to be an even longer day.
I wasted little time getting dressed, opting for a slip on black jersey dress, eighteen hole Docs and a leather jacket. Jewelry was a hindrance in my line of work. My meeting with Mason could easily turn into a run. Choked with my own chain? No, thank you. Unclasping the necklace, I set it in a glass dish on my bathroom counter. I ran a brush through my hair, a toothbrush over my teeth and slipped into the between. I stepped out of the alley two buildings down from the station and walked the last block and a half.
Amalie was swarmed by detectives trying to get at the goodies she brought over from the Daily Grind. She greeted me with a warm smile, shaking her head when I offered to pull her out of the fray. She had managed to endear herself to the entire department in record time. All it took was real coffee and fresh pastries. I pointed to Mason's office. She'd make her way over once the starving masses had their fill.
Mason was so engrossed in the file on his desk he didn't hear me come in. He looked as tired as I felt - too many double shifts. Despite an uptick in activity, SPTF was short staffed due to budget cuts. Without enough man power to staff the shifts properly overtime was mandatory.
"Is that for me?" I pointed at the to-go cup and white paper bag on his desk.
He finally looked up and gave me a smile which lit up his whole face. "As promised."
I stole a quick kiss, grabbed the coffee and croissant, and settled in the chair across from him. I took a long sip of my latte, savoring the delicious mix of tea and espresso. "Man, I needed this. Is that the case you're working on?"
"Yeah, we've got a real problem on our hands."
"Don't we always." I tried to peak at the file.
Mason closed the manila folder. "I'd rather wait until everyone is here."
"Who else is coming besides Amalie?" My curiosity was definitely peaked now. I reached across his desk, hoping to grab the file.
"You look exhausted. Tell me about your dream while we wait."
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. "I see this for the obvious distraction it is but you're right.” Sighing, I rubbed my temple.“However, I'm exhausted, too exhausted to argue. So I'll tell you. Prepare to be confounded."
He listened intently as I filled him in on the nightly visits from the weathered old woman who washed my clothes and hauntingly called my name. I expected him to laugh and tell me it was just a dream, that I had nothing to worry about.
I didn't expect him to look so stricken.
"Bean Nighe." He all but whispered the name.
"You've heard of her?"
"Of course I've heard of her. How long has she been coming to you?"
I stared at him curiously. "A few weeks. Why?"
"A few weeks and this is the first I'm hearing of it?” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, obviously struggling to control his temper.“We talked about this. No holding things back, remember?"
"I thought it was just a dream.” I shrugged.“Honestly, I didn't think it was a big deal."
"It was a big enough deal for you to research it." Agitation rolled off him in waves.
When I agreed to give this thing with Mason a chance I also agreed to some conditions. No more flying solo, no more rash decisions or rushing off to play the hero. We were a team, in everything. This was just one of many set-backs.
"I got curious, did a little digging. Until tonight, everything I found pointed to deep seated family issues, particularly with a mother figure. I've told you about my childhood, does that dream analysis surprise you?"
His growl told me he wasn’t in the mood for reasonable—at least to me—explanations. "When did you discover the true meaning of the dream? How long have you known about the Bean Nighe?"
"Tonight. This morning. Before you called me." I held up a hand to stop the tongue lashing I knew he wanted to give me. "I would have told you. I got the impression on the phone there were more pressing matters than my insomnia."
"Is this why you won't let me stay at your place?” His gaze roamed over my face, searching.“Why you never stay at mine?"
"Is that the real reason why you're so upset?" I arched my brows. “Because we’re not having sleepovers?”
"I stayed at your lovely apartment the first night we met."
I turned to watch Aidan glide into the room, stopping behind my chair. Rolling my eyes, I snorted and muttered, “In the closet.”
Mason's jaw twitched but he didn't take the bait. "Aidan."
"It's almost sunrise. Shouldn't you be hunkered down for the day?" I sighed, wondering what he was doing here. I was too tired to deal with Aidan and Mason and their combined testoserone.
Putting the three of us in a room together was like throwing lit matches at sticks of dynamite - eventually one of them will explode.


About the Author:

Rachel Rawlings was born and raised in the Baltimore Metropolitan area. Her family, originally from Rhode Island, spent summers in New England sparking her fascination with Salem, MA. She has been writing fictional stories and poems since middle school, but it wasn't until 2009 that she found the inspiration to create her heroine Maurin Kincaide and complete her first full length novel, The Morrigna.

When she isn't writing, Rachel can often be found with her nose buried in a good book. An avid reader of Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, Horror and Steampunk herself, Rachel founded Hallowread- an interactive convention for both authors and fans of those genres.

More information on Hallowread, its schedule of events and participating authors can be found at www.hallowread.blogspot.com  and www.facebook.com/Hallowread .

She still lives in Maryland with her husband and three children.