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TIED #GIVEAWAY! Starting soon …

Soooo …. Very soon I will be giving away some FIRST EVER printed bookmarks for

TIED,

Book One of the Fire Born Novels.

Here’s a sample of what they look like (although they are much prettier in person.)

Here’s the front:

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And here’s the back:

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Told you they were pretty.

So what do you have to do to win one?

Stay tuned—details will be forthcoming. 😉

In the mean time, follow the blog for more updates on future swag and check out TIED on Goodreads


May Your Coming Year Be Filled With Magic …

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

~ Neil Gaiman


Between The Story Pages — Clockwork Angel

This week I’ll be moving backward in Cassandra Clare’s Shadowhunter world, starting with Clockwork Angel—the first book in the Infernal Devices trilogy.

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Magic is dangerous—but love is more dangerous still.

When sixteen-year-old Tessa Gray crosses the ocean to find her brother, her destination is England, the time is the reign of Queen Victoria, and something terrifying is waiting for her in London’s Downworld, where vampires, warlocks and other supernatural folk stalk the gaslit streets. Only the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the world of demons, keep order amidst the chaos.

Kidnapped by the mysterious Dark Sisters, members of a secret organization called The Pandemonium Club, Tessa soon learns that she herself is a Downworlder with a rare ability: the power to transform, at will, into another person. What’s more, the Magister, the shadowy figure who runs the Club, will stop at nothing to claim Tessa’s power for his own.

Friendless and hunted, Tessa takes refuge with the Shadowhunters of the London Institute, who swear to find her brother if she will use her power to help them. She soon finds herself fascinated by—and torn between—two best friends: James, whose fragile beauty hides a deadly secret, and blue-eyed Will, whose caustic wit and volatile moods keep everyone in his life at arm’s length . . . everyone, that is, but Tessa. As their search draws them deep into the heart of an arcane plot that threatens to destroy the Shadowhunters, Tessa realizes that she may need to choose between saving her brother and helping her new friends save the world. . . . and that love may be the most dangerous magic of all.


Author Spotlight and Giveaway! — J.A. Belfield Author of Resonance!

This week on the blog, I have a very special treat. Author, J.A. Belfield is stopping by on her RESONANCE Blog Tour!

She’ll be sharing Part 2 of her short story, HEREDITARY, as well a random ‘one liner’ to tease everyone a bit from her newly released novella, RESONANCE, 2.5 of The Holloway Pack Stories!

AND she’s doing a giveaway!

Follow the rest of the RESONANCE BLOG TOUR by clicking the button below:

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Up first, Part Two of HEREDITARY!

{You can read Part I over at Known to Read}

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Gabe’s flesh bubbled beneath my palm. Not like a blister bubbled, but like those irritating bubbles one gets whilst decorating and the wallpaper just won’t go flat.

“Mum?” His head lifted, jaw rigid, eyes screwed to narrow slits.

My mouth opened and closed. What the hell was I supposed to do?

More swellings appeared across his body, a couple even tugging at the skin of his face.

The scrape of his fingers induced my eye twitch as they clawed through the pile of the carpet.

“Shelley?” Mia’s first word held shrill panic.

Gabe pleaded with me, and his gasped, “Mum?” throbbed through my mind.

Mia urged me again, her high-pitched, “Shelley?” screeching through my ear-drums.

Still, I didn’t move, almost frozen—my mind along with my body.

I glanced between the slitted gaze of my son and the startled one of the frightened girl.

Both of them stared back, their desperation for me know what to do evident in the high shine of their eyes.

I needed to think, but it was so hard when my child seemed to be in some kind of danger—impossible to compose rational thought.

“The phone,” I managed.

Mia’s focus didn’t waver.

“Get me the phone,” I said. “Now, Mia!”

She left the room like a bolting animal. On her return she carried the phone.

Taking it from her, my thumb already aimed for the ‘9’. As I hit it for the second time, a strangled cry flew from Gabe’s lips.

His back bowed, his head snapped back—both movements almost too fast to follow.

Before my mind had time to register the change to his condition, he’d collapsed to the floor, arms splayed, his eyes squeezed tight as pants heaved from his chest.

Deep dread slacked every muscle in my body; the phone dropped from my fingers. “Gabe?”

No response. He still breathed, though—the proof whistled past his teeth.

“Gabe, come on, answer me.”

A long, low groan responded, seeming to echo for seconds within his chest.

Mia’s knee nudged mine as she sank to the carpet beside me. Her glossy gaze met mine for a moment, before we both reached out to tap Gabe’s shoulder, gently shake him, murmur his name—as though united in the plea for his wellbeing.

For seconds, I didn’t believe he’d wake up—until he rolled with exaggerated slowness to flop onto his back.

At last, his eyes opened—a little unfocused, but open nonetheless. “Mum?” His voice came out a whisper, a little boy seeking comfort.

“Right here, hon.”

His reprieve lasted no more than a couple of beats. With groans and retches, and clutches to his stomach, he flipped back to all fours and threw up with projectile violence.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” I said, searching for where the phone had landed.

Gabe shook his head, gave a barely whispered, “No.”

I located the phone, pushed the ‘9’ button.

His arm darted out, his sweat-soaked palm covering my hand. As he shook his head, his eyes beseeched, and for reasons I never did fathom, I did as he asked.

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Looking back, I wondered if he had his suspicions, even then—if he somehow knew it to be the prelude to so much more. If his instincts were already present.

Either way, he wouldn’t let me call for help—not then, nor for any of the following attacks through which he suffered.

I thought my son was dying a slow and torturous death and he wouldn’t allow me to do anything. I’d never been so helpless.

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The next occurrence came almost two weeks later, then a week after that, and again after another week—each one seeming to intensify.

His flesh ‘reacted’ more boldly, his pain appeared to be on the increase, and the vomiting lasted longer with harsher effects. In between those, the escalating muscle spasms and cramps refused relief no matter how copious his fluid intake.

The fifth one arrived a mere five days after the fourth—witnessed by my dad.

After Gabe had writhed around on the floor, his body twisting in ways that shouldn’t be possible, and he’d been helped to the sofa to recover from the regurgitation of his dinner, Dad had taken me to one side in the kitchen.

“Close the door, Shelley,” he said.

I nudged it to, pushing harder until I heard the click of connection when he urged me to do so.

“What’s going on?” he asked once I’d turned to him.

“I don’t know.” It was the truth. “It’s been going on for weeks now. Each time is worse.”

“And has he seen someone for it?”

“He won’t let me call anyone. Says he doesn’t need to be seen, just keeps telling me he’ll be all right.”

“He’s a kid.” He pointed at me. “You’re the adult. For goodness sake, take responsibility.”

At five-foot-eight, my dad still managed to be an imposing presence, and I peered up at him like I used to as a reprimanded child.

When I didn’t respond, he spun for the table. “I’m making the call, then.” He took the phone from its cradle. “I’ll book him in to see someone, and I’ll take him myself.”

“Leave it, Granddad,” Gabe called out.

Dad’s head tilted as he frowned. “How the hell can he hear us?”

“He does that a lot.” I shrugged, frowning. “Hears things, smells things.”

Dad returned the phone, glanced to the door. “That’s not normal, Shel. You know that, don’t you?”

The door swung wide and Gabe’s bulk filled the opening. “I’m fine.” His voice bore no room for discussion—even Dad stilled as he stared up at his grandson.

My son no longer resembled a sixteen year boy. Bigger than most blokes, with a tenor deeper than that of most, his eyes carried more wisdom than any man I’d ever dated.

“Please,” Gabe said. “Leave it be.”

We could hardly drag him to the surgery—Gabe could have lifted the pair of us with one hand. With a nod and a mumbled ‘Sure’, we complied.

Again.

To be continued … {the 3rd & final part of Hereditary will be available on Monday 8th over at Diary of a Book Addict}

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AND now, RESONANCE

#2.5 of The Holloway Pack Stories:

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Release Date: April 2nd 2013

Title: Resonance

Series: Holloway Pack 2.5

Publisher: J. Taylor Publishing

Blurb:

Guilt is a heavy burden for the one carrying it.

Jem Stonehouse is no exception to this rule.

What if she’d acted sooner? What if she’d fully recognised the threat? What if she hadn’t allowed the male pack members to head into the witches’ ambush?

For one, youngest pack member Josh Larsen wouldn’t be trapped in the sleep of the dead.

Now, Jem is convinced it’s her job to bring him back to life no matter what it takes— learning more about her heritage, risking pack exposure, or travelling to places she couldn’t have imagined possible.

Even if the journey endangers her soul.

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Excerpt:

Whiteness reflected back at me from the ceiling above—a blank canvas of nothingness. For two weeks, I’d spent a few hours each day in the lilac bedroom. For two weeks, I’d prayed for a

miracle. For some kind of enlightenment. Or at the very least, for Jess to find a way to wake up Josh.

Some days, the emptiness dulled my senses to a warble of incoherency. Thankfully, on those days, Sean came to my rescue, reminding me life still existed beyond the four, pale purple walls. Somehow managing to convince me that everything would work out.

If Sean believed Josh would awaken, what right did I have to dispute him?

If the rest of the pack believed, who was I to douse their flames of hope?

Yet, no matter how many hours, how many days, how many weeks I spent at Josh’s side in a show of optimism, the ache in my heart belied any positivity I feigned.

Rolling onto my side caused the mattress to dip, but even that jostle didn’t stir Josh. I flicked at an errant, dark blond curl, poked at his cheek. Still, he didn’t move, didn’t flinch, didn’t acknowledge my prodding.

Again.

Poor kid had probably been poked more in the past fortnight than he had his entire life.

As my heavy sigh eased out, footsteps ascended the stairs outside the room. I knew from sound alone who they belonged to, didn’t even need to inhale to confirm. That didn’t stop me, though, and my lids lowered as my mate’s bouquet found home within my olfactory.

Seconds later, Sean’s body filled the doorway and cast a shadow across the carpet. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I whispered without looking up.

“Anything?”

I tapped my fingertip along Josh’s jawline, willing him to react yet knowing he wouldn’t.

Josh hadn’t moved the entire two weeks he’d been under. Heck, we’d barely moved him. No toileting. No sweating. He didn’t seem to feel, hear, taste, see or smell.

All thanks to being in a death sleep, Jess had said.

I slaughtered the witches responsible for putting Josh under—for bewitching him in the worst possible way. At the time, their deaths had seemed fitting. That had been before I realised Josh’s predicament.

With a small head shake, I rubbed my hand along Josh’s arm as if the friction would help a body lacking in heat. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Thought I heard the turning of rusty cogs.”

My gaze skittered to the left and landed on Sean’s lopsided smile. Dark hair stood on end above dark eyes staring back at me. All male, all muscle, all mine, Sean Holloway got me like no other.

“You going to make me pry it out of you, Jem?”

Rolling my eyes at the suggestiveness of his tone, I brushed a kiss across Josh’s cheek and wriggled off the bed. At the door, I grabbed Sean’s hips and steered him backward across the landing and into our room.

His left eyebrow arched up. “You do want me to pry it out of you.”

I breathed out a laugh as I trotted over to the bed and sat crosslegged, tugging him along with me until he mirrored my pose. Nudging his hand up, I placed my palm flat against his, studying

the size difference as male dwarfed female in a way I rarely noticed. “I’ve been thinking about what you said.”

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AND ….. WE’RE NOT DONE!

Here’s J.A. Belfield to tell everyone about

The Big Resonance Giveaway!

April 2nd 2013 marked the official release of Resonance upon the world, and yes, Resonance is available to purchase at all of the usual outlets. However, because I love and appreciate my fans so much, I decided to go on a mission to give something back.

Thanks to my super-duper editor, I’ve been granted permission for the following.

My Mission

I vow to give away a FREE copy of Resonance to everyone who submits a valid entry between April 2nd and May 2nd (inclusive).

On top of that, one main-prize winner will receive a Holloway Pack swag-bundle (see image).

So, what do you have to do to enter?

Simples. Read on.

Resonance is, by no means, intended to be read as a standalone. If you haven’t read at least Blue Moon, then you will have absolutely no idea what is happening in Resonance. Also, if you haven’t read Blue Moon, then you will be hit upside the head with one massive spoiler for how the book ends if you read Resonance first.

Here’s the deal. You can enter in any (or all, if you wish) of the following ways:

1)
Post a picture of you with your precious copy or Blue Moon somewhere on the Internet.
It does not have to be a hard copy (paperback); it can be the cover image on the screen of your Kindle/e-reader/reading tablet. No, pdf’s do not count. If you have a pdf, then it’s most probably an illegal copy, and so will only upset me.
Once said picture is posted, link me up so I can see it. If you stick it on FB, then tag me, but remember, I have a space (for some bizarre reason) between my initials on there. So, make sure you use @J. A. Belfield in your tag. NB: There will be a space in the Rafflecopter form to paste in a link to your pic, also, just in case I miss any or the tagging doesn’t work. If you stick it on Twitter, then be sure to mention: @JABelfield so I can see your entry. And if you happen to stick it anywhere else, then be sure to forward a link to the post to j.a.belfield72 at gmail.com and include ‘The Big Resonance Giveaway’ in the subject line.

2)
Post a review for Blue Moon.
Obviously, I’d prefer amazing ones, but I get that my writing won’t jive for everyone, so any review over 100 words will be accepted, even if it doesn’t rave and include 4/5 stars. However, I will read each review carefully (because I always do), and ascertain that I believe the book has actually been read rather than a review being composed out of a rewrite of the blurb (yes, this does happen on occasion).
Where you post your review is up to you. On Goodreads. Amazon. B&N. On your blog. Completely up to you. But the Rafflecopter form will have separate entry options for each of these places, and each one will be included as an entry toward the main prize.

Make sense?

Excellent!

Off you go, go, goooo!

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Author Bio

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Best known for her Holloway Pack Stories, J.A. Belfield lives in Solihull, England, with her husband, two children, three cats and a dog. She writes paranormal romance, with a second love for urban fantasy.

Links:

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If You Dare Nothing …

“If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.”

~ Neil Gaiman (The Graveyard Book) 

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The Graveyard Book (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Road Trip Wednesday — Best Books of March

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March, for me, has been an awesome reading month. I’m crazy late, but I finally started The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. And when I say started, I really mean finished– the whole series. Except of course The City of Heavenly Fire — not due out until March ‘014 ;(

This is one of the best series of books I’ve read in a really, really long time, and I can’t believe I’m just now getting around to it. So — here are some covers of the series to drool over, and if you’re a YA fan who hasn’t read these books — do yourself a favor. Jace might be one of the best male characters I’ve ever read. Ever. Yeah, that good.

(couldn’t get a good pic of City of Lost Souls but that cover is a beauty too.)

City of Bones (Mortal Instruments)

City of Bones (Mortal Instruments) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

City of Ashes

City of Ashes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

City of Glass (Mortal Instruments)

City of Glass (Mortal Instruments) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

City of Fallen Angels

City of Fallen Angels (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Tchotchke Time

All of my Tchotchkes are up. 😉

Check them out …

 

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Between The Story Pages — City Of Bones

This week I’ll be moving on to Cassandra Clare’s, City of Bones. No, I haven’t read this series yet … I know, I know, but I’ve been crazy busy with my own writing. And what better time to start a series than right before it goes to film? So here we go:

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City of Bones (Mortal Instruments) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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When fifteen-year-old Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder—much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Then the body disappears into thin air. It’s hard to call the police when the murderers are invisible to everyone else and when there is nothing—not even a smear of blood—to show that a boy has died. Or was he a boy?

This is Clary’s first meeting with the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. It’s also her first encounter with Jace, a Shadowhunter who looks a little like an angel and acts a lot like a jerk. Within twenty-four hours Clary is pulled into Jace’s world with a vengeance, when her mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know. . . .

Exotic and gritty, exhilarating and utterly gripping, Cassandra Clare’s ferociously entertaining fantasy takes readers on a wild ride that they will never want to end.

Pretty cool, huh?

 


Between The Story Pages — The Enchantress

Finishing off last week with the final installment of Lauren Kate’s Fallen series, RAPTURE, I am moving onto Michael Scott‘s final book in the Secrets of The Immortal Nicholas Flamel series, The Enchantress.

 

I have loved this series from the beginning and am both excited and sad to see it end.

 

 

 

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English: The cover for the book The Enchantress written by Michael Scott, design by Michael Wagner published by Random House (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

BLURB:

 

The two that are one must become the one that is all. One to save the world, one to destroy it.

 

San Francisco:
Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel have one day left to live, and one job left to do. They must defend San Francisco. The monsters gathered on Alcatraz Island have been released and are heading toward the city. If they are not stopped, they will destroy everyone and everything in their path.

 

But even with the help of two of the greatest warriors from history and myth, will the Sorceress and the legendary Alchemyst be able to defend the city? Or is it the beginning of the end of the human race?

 

Danu Talis:
Sophie and Josh Newman traveled ten thousand years into the past to Danu Talis when they followed Dr. John Dee and Virginia Dare. And it’s on this legendary island that the battle for the world begins and ends.

 

Scathach, Prometheus, Palamedes, Shakespeare, Saint-Germain, and Joan of Arc are also on the island. And no one is sure what—or who—the twins will be fighting for.

 

Today the battle for Danu Talis will be won or lost.
But will the twins of legend stand together?
Or will they stand apart—
one to save the world and one to destroy it?

 

 

 


Road Trip Wednesday #170 Best Books

YA Highway RTW

This week on Road Trip Wednesday, YA Highway asks the question:

What’s the best book you’ve read in February?

Hm … All of the books I’ve read in the month of February were great. I started off the month with Suzanne Collin’s THE HUNGER GAMES series, finished Lauren Kate’s FALLEN series with RAPTURE, read The 19th Year series, AFTER DARK and the sequel, DAY AFTER by Emi Gayle–both awesome–and I rounded out the month with Michael Scott’s final book in The Secrets of The Immortal Nicholas Flamel series, THE ENCHANTRESS. Lucky for me, my line edits haven’t begun on TIED, so I’ve had more free time to read everyone else’s stuff for a change.

There were two books I gave 5 Stars to in February — well, one book actually and one series of books.

THE HUNGER GAMES series by Suzanne Collins was truly an incredible, pull-you-in-and-refuse-to-let-you-go story, and for that reason, it was my favorite series for the month of February.

BUT … DAY AFTER by Emi Gayle, was my favorite book for the month.

Both of these reads, although YA, are completely different and therefore can’t really be compared against each other. Dystopian vs Urban Fantasy. I am, and have always been, the biggest fantasy fan, and DAY AFTER delivered for me in that category. It’s not due for official release until May, though, and you’ll have to read AFTER DARK first, too! 😉

So, you guys? Favorite books for February?

Check out YA Highways Road Trip Wednesday for more Best Books of February!


TIED Cover Reveal in ONE DAY!

ONE MORE DAY!

Cover Reveal & Blurb!

TIED

Book One of The Fire Born Novels!

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Palace Theatre – Curtain (Photo credit: johnthurm)


Everybody Has A Secret World …

“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds… Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.” 

~Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol: 5, A Game Of You

 

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Neil Gaiman (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


My Music Monday (TIED Countdown) Wk 30

Moving into a bit more mainstream for this week’s TIED playlist addition. Enjoy.


St. Valentine’s Day

“No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”

Gone with the Wind

One of THE best lines ever written in my opinion. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. 😉


My Music Monday (TIED Countdown)

I know, I know. It’s been foreverrr since I posted a new My Music Monday, so we begin again. 😉

This week I’ve been painstakingly compiling, and scaling down, the massive playlist for TIED, book one of The Fire Born Novels. Originally this playlist had close to 50 songs. I’ve narrowed it down to 34. Since I have 32 weeks until the launch of TIED, I thought a teaser was in order to get the momentum started. So … I’m going to play a small sampling of what’s to come every Monday all the way up to launch day. I’ve decided not to put the songs in order of scenes/chapters, as I don’t want to give too much away, but the songs will be in order when the playlist goes live, and in full, on the 9th of September. ENJOY!

 


Wait … Should I Write That?

There is a moment now and then when writers may catch themselves and think … wait, should I write that? 

My fellow writer, and friend, Elena Ransley wrote a post titled, Just because I write it, doesn’t mean I did it.

I think her words are both honest and true. There is a fine line writers walk between fiction and fact. Fantasy and reality. So much of who we are is embedded in our stories. Our words, our voices, our hearts … our sometimes crazed imaginations. Elena writes,  “Just because you write about an axe murderer, doesn’t mean you are slightly unhinged and could lose it and carry out your protagonists actions in the middle of the night – just because you think it, doesn’t mean you would do it.”

People judge you as a person when you put your stories out there. And we can judge ourselves as words fly from our fingertips in a flurry of ideas. Whether you write horror or paranormal romance, people will either love your work and sing your praises, or wonder if you are indeed unhinged.

Does it matter? As a writer who has chosen to share their work with the world–it probably shouldn’t. It’s the risk you take when you decide to go public. It’s the reason every writer hears those few words of caution, “Grow a thick skin. You’re going to need it.”

Not everyone will praise or even like your work. Some people may hate your genre, your ideas–your imagination. And they will judge you. But we can’t please everyone and we can only write what moves us and hope our words resonate with readers.

So I leave you with this to ponder:

“Writers are not just people who sit down and write.  They hazard themselves.  Every time you compose a book your composition of yourself is at stake.”  ~E.L. Doctorow

So the question is, Are you willing to put yourself out there? It’s the risk all writers have to take. The difference between owning what you love and hiding it. The difference between being public or private. Published or tucked away in a drawer.

SO WRITE ON WRITERS. Take your best shot. 😉

*** Re-posted from April 2012 ***

 

The Next Big Thing Blog Hop!

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Light the fireworks: http://www.shotsforpassion.com – New domain name for my blog! (Photo credit: Shots For Passion)

Here’s how the THE NEXT BIG THING blog hop works. I get tagged to answer a bunch of question about my current book, (while simulataneously getting more word out), thanks to J.A. Belfield for the tip, and then I tag YOU, and you get to share in the love on your own blog to get the word out about YOUR WIP.

I’m supposed to tag eleven bloggers, but I’m cheating a little and tagging all of you who have WIP’s to play. Why? Because there are a lot of you. Yay me. 

I questioned being involved in the hop considering my current WIP is kind of under wraps, while my current finished book is on its way to publication–but, I thought this would be fun.

SO …. I’m going to pretend that my current finished novel is actually a WIP–even though it’s not. K? K! 😉

Here goes:

What is the working title of your book?

The title of my book is TIED, and it’s the first book in The Fire Born Novels series.

Where did the idea come from for the book?

This is one of those questions that’s hard to answer. Ideas sort of pop into my head and I run with them. Some work, some don’t–The Fire Born worked.

What is the genre of your book?

I write young adult dark/urban fantasy, paranormal romance, with bit of mythology mixed in.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

No clue. If I had to choose, it would probably be from people who aren’t even actors. 😉 I think it’s really hard to peg the right face/personality to a character you’ve dreamed up in your head.

What in one sentence is the synopsis of your book?

Yikes! Honestly, I don’t even think I’m allowed to tell you guys that yet—-under contract and all that. BUT–soon, so very soon.;) So, I’ll leave you with the hook that’s flying around on all my social media pages:

How far would you go … to protect the one you love?

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency/publisher?

All of The Fire Born Novels will be published by J. Taylor Publishing.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

Hm … first draft took three months. All subsequent drafts took — forever. Seriously. A longgg time.

What other books would you compare this story to in your genre?

I wouldn’t. Funny–I was just thinking about this. My play off fantasy and paranormal feels a bit different than what I read–and I read a lot. I guess the readers will have to decide ultimately. But, my intention is always to speak from my own voice and let it roll. Whatever comes, comes. I’m not aiming to compare my books to anyone else’s.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

Another loaded question that’s difficult to answer. I’m not sure that any one particular thing inspired me, necessarily. A ton of factors led me to continue to write this book and see it through to the end. Not all my novels have made it to completion. TIED spoke to me in a way nothing else has. So I guess you could say, the story itself inspired me.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

The blurb will be out very soon, and I can’t spoil that, so I’ll just say that if the hook I mentioned before intrigues you–just wait 😉

*** That’s it for me. Anyone want to jump in and let us know what all your blood, sweat and tears are pouring into? Leave me a link so I can check your book out!! 😉 ***


REAPER is OUT! Author Interview with LS Murphy

Today on the blog, I have a special treat. Author LS Murphy is here to talk about her new Young Adult Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy, REAPER.

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Hi, Linda. Glad you could visit the blog today!

Tell me about Reaper. What’s the story about?

Reaper is the story of 16 year-old Quincy Amarante who learns she will become a grim reaper. She’s not all that excited about it. 🙂

What inspired you to write the book?

The usual what if question. What if Miss Popular found out her destiny when she was a teen? What if it wasn’t necessarily a good thing?

Who is your favorite character in the story and why?

That’s hard to answer because I have several favorites. 🙂 I’ll go with Ben because he’s the one person who isn’t a jackass at one point or another.

Did you always aspire to be an author?

Yes and no. When I was a kid, I wanted to be on the radio. By the time I hit my teens, I wanted to be a writer, but I also wanted to be a rock star. Sadly the rock star thing didn’t pan out. 🙂 Seriously though, I harbored the desire to be a writer since I was a teenager. It wasn’t until my daughter was born that I realized I couldn’t tell her to follow her own dreams if I couldn’t follow mine.

Any tips you can offer writers aspiring to be published one day?

Don’t give up. If this is truly what you want, keep at it. It will happen. And don’t be afraid of rejection. Yeah, it hurts, but it’s part of the process.

Are you working on any new projects?

In June, I signed with literary agent Julia Weber for a contemporary YA about a girl who plays summer baseball without her father’s knowledge. Chaos ensues. I’m currently rewriting another YA contemporary about a city girl who moves to a small town in Iowa where she meets a quiet country boy with a secret.

What books are you currently reading?

I’m currently reading an ARC of Resonance by J.A. Belfield. I love the Holloway pack.

Winter or Summer?

Winter. One of my favorite things to do is to curl up in my red chair with a book and a cup of coffee.

Coffee or Tea?

Coffee. And tea. I like both, but I only drink tea in the winter.

Thanks so much! REAPER sounds like a must read for all of us YA fans! Check out the blurb and excerpt below:

Blurb: There’s no way sixteen year old Quincy Amarante will become the fifth grim reaper. None. Not over her shiny blue Mustang. Her Jimmy Choos. Or her dead body.

She’s supposed to enjoy her sophomore year, not learn about some freaky future Destiny says she has no choice but to fulfill.

It doesn’t take long for Quincy to realize the only way out of the game is to play along especially since Death can find her anyway, anywhere, anytime. And does.

Like when she’s reassuring her friends she wants nothing to do with former best friend Ben Moorland, who’s returned from god-knows-where, and fails. Miserably.

Instead of maintaining her coveted popularity status, Quincy’s goes down like the Titanic.

Maybe … just maybe … that’s okay.

It seems, perhaps, becoming a grim reaper isn’t just about the dead but more about a much needed shift in Quincy’s priorities—from who she thinks she wants to be to who she really is.

Excerpt:

A spitball stops in mid-air less than an inch from my nose.

It hangs there. I assume everyone else notices the wet wad of paper too, but when I turn to my bestie Jordan, her mouth is stuck open with her eyes half closed.

She was just laughing. Now she’s … frozen?

The sudden silence is louder than a room full of gossiping teenagers.

Mini-quakes creep up my spine like a centipede hurrying toward my hair.

I’m not entirely sure my heart is beating. I wave my shaking hand in front of Jordan, hoping this will break her free of whatever happened.

No reaction.

Why am I moving?

So many times, I wished Jordan would stop talking. Now is the one time I need her high-pitched voice to pierce my ears.

Quin, relax. It’s okay. No way this is real. I pinch my arm hard, but it doesn’t change anything.

A loud pop makes me spin around in my seat. A man stands in front of the chalkboard in a bluish-white robe staring at me through blizzard white eyes. He holds a staff in front of him that looks like melting glass.

“Hello, Quincy,” he says in a deep velvet voice. “How would you like to see your future?”

I stand and stumble toward the back of the room. “Who are you supposed to be? Gandalf?” I’m unable to keep the tremor out of my voice.

“One person dresses up like me in a movie, and that’s all I hear.” He leans back on Mr. Spragg’s desk. “I’m far more attractive than him and so much more fun.” He winks and lifts his robe, revealing a pair of yellow and red striped Bermuda shorts and orange flip-flops.

My eyes pop wider at the mismatched mess, but I keep my thoughts about his sense of fashion to myself. “Who are you?”

His sigh echoes off the walls. “I’m Destiny.”

“Who?”

Rolling his eyes, he raises the staff high to his left. Like a swordsman, he stabs and swooshes it down in an arch. The air ripples as a dark slit opens. A man in a deep brown pinstripe suit steps through. His cheap sneakers don’t match the formality of the tan fedora and horn-rimmed glasses.

A pony-sized white German shepherd saunters in behind him, and I take an automatic step back. The dog turns his head, black orbs where its eyes should be.
Pinstripe man glances my way before turning toward the person who calls himself Destiny. His features contort and a maroon tint creeps over his face.

“What the f—”

Destiny flips his finger and the new guy shuts up. After a moment, he does another finger move.

“We said when she was eighteen, Des.”

“I’m aware of that, Forsyth.”

“She’s not eighteen.”

“Really? I never would have guessed.” Sarcasm fills each word as Destiny raises his eyebrows like a flag on the Fourth of July.

Forsyth glares. “Then why am I here?”

“I let you pick the date, but I never agreed to honor it.” Destiny pats the dog on the head with sneer and wipes his hands on his robe. “Now is the time. Teach her.”

LS Murphy Author Photo Bio: L.S. Murphy lives in the Greater St. Louis area where she watches Cardinals baseball, reads every book she can find, and weaves tales for teens and adults. When not doing all of the above, she tends to The Bean (aka her daughter), her husband and a menagerie of pets. “A Reason to Stay”, a contemporary romance novella, is available as of November 2, 2012. Reaper is her debut young adult novel and will be released on January 7th, 2013.

She is a co-rep for the Southern Illinois region of Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) and a member of the St. Louis Writer’s Guild.

Links:

Blog: http://lsmurphy.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LSMurphy

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LSMurphyAuthor

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5046440.L_S_Murphy

Publisher: http://www.jtaylorpublishing.com/


Cover Reveal CAGED by J A Belfield

Like Werewolves?

J.A. Belfield’s 3rd book in her incredible HOLLOWAY PACK series is coming soon! And here’s the Cover!! 

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CAGED 

A Holloway Pack Story #3

By J.A. Belfield

Genre: Adult, Romantic, Urban Fantasy

Blurb:

If the meek can become deadly, the strongest can be weak.

For Ethan Holloway, his mission to find a missing werewolf should be simple.

Crack a few heads, bust a few chops and the solution always reveals itself.

Always.

Not this time.

Ethan’s reputation precedes him, and because it does, someone is ready. Waiting.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, he’s about to go down. Hard. Against a foe he never suspected and in a world he never imagined could be real.

What awaits Ethan is a fight not only for his reputation, but also his pack, his female, and his life.

If he survives, damage control will become priority number one.

If he survives.

Because even Ethan’s not sure he’s strong enough to take on an entire race all by himself.

Especially one hell bent on exposing who and what he is in the name of sport.

Check out all the HOLLOWAY PACK STORIES here:

The Publisher: J. Taylor Publishing


Promises

We make so many promises as writers with a hope we can fulfill them all.

~Laney McMann

**As I sit finishing my final blurb for TIED, I’m reminded of this fact. Thought I’d share it.


Coming Soon: REAPER

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I will be hosting fellow author, LS Murphy, on her blog tour for her just released title, REAPER! A Young Adult Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance. 

Stay tuned!


What The New Year Holds …

Happy New Year 2013

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Happy 2013, everyone! I’m so excited about the new year.

TIED, the first book in The Fire Born Novels series, will be released September 9! And in preparation of that upcoming event, my blog will be undergoing a few changes.

In January I will be hosting an interview with fellow author, L.S. Murphy about her upcoming release, REAPER, a young adult paranormal romance/urban fantasy. I will also have a special cover reveal for fellow author, J.A Belfield’s upcoming release, CAGED.

In March I will host fellow author, Aimee Lane, for her SILENT ECHOES blog tour.

In addition, marketing will begin for the release of TIED, which will include the cover release, blurb, excerpts and more!

Hold on tight, the ride’s about to get bumpy!

 


Always Dream

“Always dream and shoot higher than you know how to. Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.”

William Faulkner, 1954

William Faulkner, 1954 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Cliffhangers

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Rock climbing stanage (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cliffhangers.

Some readers hate them, while others love them–especially fans of a series. Cliffhangers keep the story moving forward from book to book. They have the ability to leave the reader wanting more.

Or … less.

Some readers get so furious when a story leaves them hanging that they give up on the series entirely. The majority, however, cling to the book, wanting more, more, more!

So, as a reader, do you hate a cliffhanger ending, or do you love them?