Thursday, May 31, 2012

Three Little Birds

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Bird One:  Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!  Come follow me to where Angela will be :-)
Bird Two:  You just had to rhyme, didn't you?
Bird Three:  Leave her alone.  I liked it.  Let's go!
Bird Two:  Wait...what's she talking about?
Bird Three:  Well, I was whistling outside her window when she was doing some guest post about ideas, running out of gas, chaos...something like that.
Bird One:  Who cares?  Let's fly!!

I translated that before the three little birds flew off.  I hope you'll join them - and me - over at YA Muses.  And yes, there will be a tiny hint of chaos :-)


Wednesday, May 30, 2012

#Writemotivation and Inspiration

#Writemotivation got a little off course for me this month  :-(

One week of panic and a few days set aside for putting on my road warrior hat to help a friend changed my productivity.  Oddly, my weekend road trip helped in a nice way since I had gotten stuck with something with my skeletal outline.  But I've gotten some inspiration and can't way to see how it works out with NEVERLOVE.

So, here are my goals for May 2012

Goals for May 2012:
1: Complete first draft of NEVERLOVE - Not going to get done by the end of May.  Will have to adjust this for around mid June.  But I don't want it any later than that because I really want to learn how to set and stick to self-imposed deadlines.  If I can do it for myself, perhaps there's hope for me yet that I can do it for a publisher - whatever the size.
2: Comment to other blogs, at least 20 to 25 a week - This one isn't too difficult.  I usually visit and comment on way more than that in a week but my panic stunt, road trip and the writing have made things...interesting.  :-)
3. Complete minimum two blog posts a week - All systems go at this point.  Phew!

Now, about that inspiration...Deirdra over at A Storybook World created several blog awards and has graciously bestowed one of them on me.  Here is the comment she shared: 

You have a fabulous blog. I’m an author and illustrator and I made some awards to give to fellow bloggers whose sites I enjoy. I want to award you with one of my homemade awards: The Inspiring Blog Award. There are no pass along requirements. This is just to reward you for all the hard work you do!
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From this blog award, I'm feeling inspired to really buckle down and let my creativity flow into NEVERLOVE.  There are other blog awards she's got there.  Go here to check them out :-)

So I'm curious, how do you handle deadlines, whether self-imposed or "strongly encouraged" by another source?

Monday, May 28, 2012

For the Fallen...

Memorial Day -

Families gather.

Bar-B-Q, hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill.

Fun under the sun.

A day off from work

A day to remember the fallen...

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You don't have to be a soldier or the loved one of a soldier to honor sacrifice.  For those who've fallen, Thank you.

Puca blog tour


Heather McCorkle is stopping by today to share an announcement.  You guys know how much I love sharing about new books.  Take it away, Heather :-)



Hi Angela and friends, thanks for having me over (Of course!  I love it.  Okay, sorry.  Got a little excited.  Back to your post). For those who have followed my tour so far, it’s fabulous to see you again, for those of you who are new, welcome and thank you for celebrating with me! Today I’m dropping by to celebrate the release of my young adult historical fantasy about the last of the druids in ancient Ireland, To Ride A Puca. Though parts of it were heartbreaking to write, this one was a labor of love that will always hold a special place in my heart. Before I get to the goodies I brought, here is a bit about the book:

Invaders are coming to take what isn't theirs, again.

Neala wants to stand and fight for her homeland, but as one of the last druids, she may be standing alone.

Persecuted, hunted down, forced to live in obscurity, the druids have all but given up. Can the determination of a girl who has barely come into her power bring them together? Or, just when she finally finds her place among her kind, will they end up losing a homeland their very magic is tied to?

Disclaimer: This novel contains some violence and difficult subject matter. It is recommended for mature YA and up.

I’ll be giving away great prizes, a new one, every week for the next three weeks. This week I’m giving away a signed paperback of TANGLED TIDES by Karen Amanda Hooper. It is about a girl who finds herself tangled up in the underwater world of mysterious merfolk and secretive selkies. It is one of my favorite books of the year so far, trust me you’ll love it! The contest will be open until June 3rd, the winner to be announced on the 4th.

So much awesome-ness!  Click here to enter for your chance to win.

Friday, May 25, 2012

It's Friday, a good day to enjoy something nice.  Not sure if many of you get to visit Tara Tyler, but she's an awesome blogger and poet...and she knows it.  lol!!!  Sorry, couldn't help that lame attempt at rhyming.

But seriously, Tara is uber-creative and talented.  Not only did she receive the Kreativ and Versatile Blogger awards, she re-did the pics and her shout out?  Psshh, just check it out HERE!

Big hugs to all of you!
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Happy Friday!!!

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Join the Mindjack with Susan Kaye Quinn



Announcing the release of Closed Hearts, the sequel to Open Minds by Susan Kaye Quinn.
Book Two of the Mindjack Trilogy
When you control minds, only your heart can be used against you.
Eight months ago, Kira Moore revealed to the mindreading world that mindjackers like herself were hidden in their midst. Now she wonders if telling the truth was the right choice after all. As wild rumors spread, a powerful anti-jacker politician capitalizes on mindreaders’ fears and strips jackers of their rights. While some jackers flee to Jackertown—a slum rife with jackworkers who trade mind control favors for cash—Kira and her family hide from the readers who fear her and jackers who hate her. But when a jacker Clan member makes Kira’s boyfriend Raf collapse in her arms, Kira is forced to save the people she loves by facing the thing she fears most: FBI agent Kestrel and his experimental torture chamber for jackers. Now available! $2.99 Ebook at Amazon (and Amazon UK) and Barnes and Noble Request a Kindlegraph Paper copies available at Amazon or get signed copies from the author
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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Me, Myself and I discuss The Mayfair Moon

From Goodreads: After a nightmarish encounter with a werewolf, seventeen-year-old Adria Dawson loses her sister, but gains the love of a mysterious young man and his legendary family.

Strange and tragic things begin to happen in the small town of Hallowell, Maine: residents come down with an unexplainable ‘illness’ and some disappear. In the midst of everything, Isaac Mayfair is adamant about keeping Adria safe, even from her sister whom he has warned her to stay away from.

As unspeakable secrets unfold all around Adria, impossible choices become hers to bear. Ultimately, no matter what path she takes, her life and the lives of those she loves will be in peril. As she learns about the werewolf world she also learns why her place in it will change the destinies of many.
Me:  When the book first opened up, I wasn't sure what to expect.  That was a good thing, especially when the werewolves showed up *shiver*
I:  Is that supposed to be an indirect way of telling me something?
Me: Not at all.  You decided to check reviews and got all cloudy behind the Twilight comparisons.  No one told you to check reviews.
Myself:  Can I please have my own clone of Harry?
Me:  Really?  Did you even read the book or just get stuck on Harry?
Myself:  I read a few reviews and I read the whole book.  Unlike little Miss I, the Twilight comparisons didn't cloud my enjoyment of the story.  And yes, I definitely enjoyed it.
Me:  Uh, I did too.  Did we just agree on something?
Myself:  Cool beans we did!!!  Here are the things I really loved:
- There's no sparkly anything.  It's ALL about the werewolves.  These creatures are beasts to be reckoned with, just the way they should be.
 - Unlike Twilight, the MC has some sort of teen reasoning happening.  I mean, she's a teenager after all, has some angst because what teenager doesn't, but there's not this "float on and just let everything happen, have no consequences" thing happening.
 - The werewolf backstory is pretty cool.
I: Okay, Myself, stop there.  You keep going you'll start in on spoilers.  Don't want to ruin the novel for others interested in reading the novel.  So who would you recommend this novel to?
Me:  Lovers of werewolf lore, Twilight fans who don't mind being without the sparkly vamps and YA readers who enjoy scenes with some butt-kicking going on.

So there you have it.  I have to add the disclaimer that I was not a big fan of Twilight (but a big-time thumbs-up to Stephenie Meyer because she did what I feel every author should do, enjoyed the success of her novel and banked it like crazy!!!  One of those "can't hate the player" admissions because good writing or not, that darned book sold like cold lemonade on a hot summer's day lol!!!).  Reading about the Twilight comparisons didn't help but I'm glad I pushed them aside and gave The Mayfair Moon a chance to stand on its own merits.  Have any of you ever read a review for a novel then had a different view of the novel once you gave it a chance?

Monday, May 21, 2012

Birthing a Novel with #Writemotivation and a Good Muse

I have a confession to make:

I was so excited, so in a state of bliss with making so much progress with NEVERLOVE that, last week, I panicked.
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Yep.  I saw I was happy, even mentioned it here with you guys.  I found myself under the influence of my muse as I took those first steps on a slight detour from the skeletal outline I have for Abby and Basil's novel version of their story.  Here is where so much of the "pantser" kicks in as part of my "plotser" way of writing.  I liked what was happening.  Could see the pieces of the puzzle clicking together.

And I freaked out!  It was just going too well.

I visited blogs and clung to the remaining bliss I felt at writing NEVERLOVE, but that panic surged, the Queen B of Inner Critics started nagging and suddenly, NEVERLOVE didn't seem like such a good idea.  Thankfully, my muse kicked in like a sneak-a-creep ninja and sliced through the panic before it could take root and rob me of my honeymoon feeling with NEVERLOVE.  Hence, the reason my muse hijacked my blog on Friday.

My muse sat me down, smiled ever so gently, the edges of her lips curling upwards toward the chubbiest, cutest cheeks you ever saw - then slapped me across the face like I was Flint Lockwood from Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs and she was the police offer voiced by Mr. T.

It shocked me but it cleared away any residue left by the panic.  Because of my muse's proactive actions, I can report that I've actually made some writing progress.


Goals for May 2012:
1: Complete first draft of NEVERLOVE - Keeping steady
2: Comment to other blogs, at least 20 to 25 a week - Definitely tracking on this one
3. Complete minimum two blog posts a week - Yep on this as well


Although I didn't add it as a goal, I've done some reading as well.  I finished The Mayfair Moon by Jessica Redmerski.  I'll do a special post tomorrow to share my thoughts on this book.

To my muse, Thank You and I'm sorry for that wacky moment.  No promises it won't happen again though lol!!!!

Have you ever had a moment where your muse, a friend or a loved one had to stop you before you lost that joy-joy moment with a first draft?

Friday, May 18, 2012

TGIF - Message from a Muse

This is Angela's muse.

Yes, I've hijacked her blog but just for today.  She's been great but what I have to share is that the Queen B that parades as her Inner Critic has actually been quieter than normal.  No, not completely quiet.  Queen B is like some disaster looking for a place to happen but she's been quieter. That has made Angela so happy.  Me too.

So with the possibility of a few hours of writing while there's light outside - instead of under the influence of coffee in the dark of night - I'm off to enjoy the weekend with my writer.  Abigail and Basil will be with us as we work on more chapters for NEVERLOVE.

Sending a call to all muses to do the same :-)

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Elle Strauss Has a Cover Reveal...And I Get Highlights!

Okay...not really highlights.  Brazen Broads did an author feature about me over at their spot.  Please go by to show them some lemons-to-lemonade love :-)  Before you go, check out this amazing cover!

Ready?

Ta da!!!

LIKE CLOCKWORK, a companion novel to the Clockwise series, is here!!

Adeline doesn't feel she belongs in her own time, but can bad boys from the past be trusted

Adeline Savoy had hoped that the move west from Cambridge to Hollywood with her single dad would mean they’d finally bond like a real family, but all she got was a father too busy with his new female friends and his passion for acting to really see her.

Instead she finds herself getting attached to Faye, the divorcee hair dresser she befriends when she travels back in time to 1955. Plus Faye has a hottie, James Dean-esque, bad-boy brother who has Adeline’s heart all aflutter. But bad boys from the past can be dangerous. Is it possible that Adeline really does belong in her own time and that maybe the right boy lives as close as next door?

LIKE CLOCKWORK is available now at Amazon and Smashwords and soon for B&N, ibooks and other e-book retailers. Read on to sample the first chapter

Chapter One

Adeline Savoy

My dad still thought I was ten. That was how old I was when my mother died, and how old I was when my father crawled into his “cave,” also known as his office on the 26th floor of the John Hancock tower. Six years later, like a bear coming out of hibernation, Dad decided his days of hiding behind a desk were over. I thought he was going through a mid-life crisis, which was why we now lived in Hollywood instead of Cambridge. And why when I spotted his reflection in a mirror at the cosmetic counter in the Shop & Save store, I almost dropped theScarlet Passion lipstick tester I'd just smeared on my lips.

Even though I was sixteen, I wasn't allowed to wear make-up. True. With my left hand I used a tissue to wipe the evidence off my mouth, all the while watching my dad’s familiar profile move in and out of range in the mirror.

He was laughing. I crouched down and turned, my vision just missing the counter top, and watched. His hair had grown out since the “decision.” He used to always keep it so short, that I didn’t even know it was wavy before, and the lines on his face never used to turn upward in a smile.
I had to see who was causing this cosmic reaction in my father. The clerk who sold cheap jewelry, a pretty-in-a-fake way brunette, tilted her head and giggled back.

My jaw dropped and something really strange started happening in my stomach. I felt a little sick because I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. My dad was flirting!

Who was this man dressed in khakis, flip-flops and an un-tucked pseudo Hawaiian shirt? My real dad only wore pinstriped suits with starchy white shirts and a blue tie. Always. Even to bed, I was certain.

“Miss? Are you all right?” The cosmetic clerk was armed with a spray nozzle cleaner in one hand and a paper towel in the other.

I mimed as best I could, “ssh”, but apparently dad was the only one with acting skills in my family, since she wouldn’t leave me alone.

“Miss? You don’t look too good. Should I call for medical?”

The fake pretty lady stopped chatting when she heard her colleague talking so loudly. Obviously, that meant my dad’s little flirtation episode was over. And of course, my blonde ponytail was a giveaway. 

“Adeline?” he said.

“Dad!” I jumped up, feigning surprise.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

What are you doing here? I thought. “Um nothing, just looking. Thought I might buy some gum.”

Dad glanced back at the fake and I did a quick switcheroo, replacing the tester and grabbing a sealed golden tube. It tucked nicely in my fist as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Adeline, come here,” Dad said. “I want you to meet someone.”

My legs moved toward dad and the fake without my permission.

“Adeline, this is my friend from acting class, Spring. Spring, this is my daughter, Adeline.”

Spring extended her hand. Unfortunately, the contraband lipstick was in my right hand. I wasn’t a magician. Dad would notice if I tried to switch. I opted for the awkward offering of my left hand.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Spring gushed.

“Same,” I said, not meaning it at all. “Not that I don’t want to stay and chat,” I added quickly, before Dad could draw us into more forced intimacies, “but I’ve got to go.”

“I’ll walk with you,” Dad said. But he wasn’t looking at me; he was smiling at the fake.

“It’s okay, Dad. I’ll meet you at home.” I strutted across the floor to the cashier. He glanced back at me as I stood in line at the register. I waved the pack of gum in the air. I paid for it and the lipstick while Dad and the fake went back to making googly eyes.

I snapped the gum in my mouth while caressing the lipstick tube in my hand. It was encased in a plastic protective seal, a perforated strip running the length of it like a zipper. My thumb picked at the rim. All I had to do was rip it open and it would no longer be returnable.

But I really should return it. I’d promised myself I’d give up the greasy lip habit when we moved. It was a chance to start over, do everything new, and be a proper daughter with a proper father.

Hrumph. Like that was turning out. Dad wasn't exactly holding up his end of the bargain.

My breaths came out short and rapid, like a panting dog. I didn’t realize how fast I’d been walking. I’d hardly taken in the tall palm trees that lined the road or the sweet smell of tropical flowers I didn’t know the names of.

No signs of autumn in sight. In Cambridge the leaves would be showing signs of turning color, bright reds and yellows. A little twist in my stomach. I was homesick.

And angry.

He was supposed to change, but not like that. He was supposed to notice me, spend time with me, not some flake called Spring. What kind of name was that anyway? It sounded like a made up actress name. Her last name was probably Storm or Wind. My thumb picked the plastic a bit more.

“Hi, there.”

I turned my head. Some guy riding a pink bike with a sparkly white banana seat and matching tassels that hung off tall, wide handle bars slowed down to keep pace with me.

“Hi,” he said again. This time there was no mistaking he was talking to me.

“Hi?” I said, not slowing down at all to do so. I may be entering my junior year, but I still didn’t talk to strangers. Janice, my babysitter/pseudo mom in Cambridge, had drilled that lesson into me good.

“My name's Marco. I live next door to you.”

Okay. I slowed a little. “Why are you riding a girl’s bike?” Did he steal it? Why didn’t he care about how stupid it made him look?

“It’s my sister’s. I sold mine to buy something else, but riding this is better than walking.”

“I’m walking and you’re not making any better time than me.” I was annoyed. Why didn’t he just keep going? I preferred to sulk alone.

“You’re new, so I thought with school starting tomorrow, you’d like someone to ride the bus with.”

Good point. Who knew what kinds of Hollywood weirdos would be on the bus? I looked Marco up and down. He was average height, shaggy hair, and wore a graphic t-shirt and surfer shorts with fat, loosely tied skate shoes on his feet. No socks. He had nice, tanned skin and warm brown eyes that squinted to almost close when he smiled. He wasn’t hard to look at.

And he looked trustworthy enough, I guessed. Plus, he was right. I didn’t really want to go to Hollywood High alone.

I stopped and turned to him. “I’m Adeline Savoy.” I wiped the sweat on my right hand off on my skirt—sky blue, slightly flared and to my knees—and offered it wanting to start my new friendship off on the right foot.

“Cool,” Marco said as we shook. “You like to make things official. I like that.”

The sun must’ve glinted off the gold tube in my other hand because Marco nodded toward it. “What’ya got there?”

“Oh, it’s just lipstick. I bought it, but now I’m not sure. I might take it back.”

“I don’t know why girls wear that vile stuff,” he said. I was surprised by the strength of his statement.

“It makes us feel good. Pretty. What’s wrong with that?”

“For one thing, you’re already pretty without it.”

He thought I was pretty?

“Besides,” he continued, “it’s made out of horse urine.”

“It is not! That’s so gross.”

“It is. That’s why it has that sticky consistency. Have you ever seen dried urine around a toilet?”

“You’re disgusting! How would you know about lipstick, anyway?”

“I have three sisters, though one is only six years old and hasn’t discovered the evils of make-up and this culture’s drive to sexualize young girls. It’s too late for my older sisters, but you can still be saved.”

Who was this guy? And how did he get off talking to me like that? He didn’t even know me. I felt my lips settle into a tight line and my pace picked up.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

How long was he going to walk with me? “Where did you say you lived?”

“Right next door to you.”

“Right next door?” This annoying person, who happened to be my only friend, lived right next door?

“Yeah, the two storey. My bedroom window faces yours.”

“You see in my window!”

“No. I don’t…” His face flushed red.

“You do, you do look in. You peeping Tom!”

“Adeline, I didn’t see anything. I just heard your music.”

“Huh?” I stopped and spun to face him.

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “And your singing.”

“What?” I was mortified. He probably heard me singing along to  Feist, or even worse, he saw me doing my Michael Jackson impersonation. I bet he saw me doing the Thriller dance the other night. Ugh!

“Everyone can hear you. You have your window open.”

“You know what? Don’t talk to me.”

Marco seemed truly taken aback, and yet he didn’t get the hint. Not even one as direct as that. He was not only a peeper, but he was dense, too.

“I live in a house full of women. Three sisters and a mother. I get what’s going on here. It’s PMS, isn’t it?”

Was he kidding me? As if I would talk about something like that with him! I stopped and stared hard into his eyes. I produced my new tube of lipstick and slowly peeled the perforated strip, letting the plastic wrapper drop to the ground. I dramatically popped off the lid and twisted the base until the bright red dried horse urine was in full view.

Then I put it on my lips, slowly, purposefully, first the top and then the bottom, smacking them in Marco’s direction when I was done.

Take that, Mr. I Know Women.

Marco bent down, picked up the plastic wrapper and pushed it in his pocket. He straddled the bike and pushed off, turning back long enough to say, “I’ll pick you up at 8:10 tomorrow morning for school.”

Argh.

-- Elle Strauss Author of MG and YA novels including CLOCKWISE - A teen time traveler accidentally takes her secret crush back in time. Awkward.

"Readers who 'trip' back in time with Casey will wish they could stay longer in her strangely relatable place." - Kirkus Review

"I loved Clockwise! A great read. Congratulations."
- Wendy Orr, author of Nim's Island
Available at Amazon
www.ellestraussbooks.com

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Winner's Choice

On the day Fane stopped by to visit, with his wonderfully adorable self, author Heather McCorkle offered up a chance to win either The Secret of Spruce Knoll or Channeler's Choice to one randomly selected commenter.  Winner's Choice :-)

Okay.

Heather rocks so much that TWO commenters have been randomly selected, because one just isn't enough :-)

Raelyn Barclay and Candilynn Fite!

If she has not already, Heather will be in contact with you via e-mail to find out which novel you'd like to have.

Now...off to the comments!  Something I'm curious about.  For giveaways, what do you, my fellow readers and writers, prefer to win as part of a giveaway?

Monday, May 14, 2012

Goals, #Writemotivation, NEVERLOVE

I haven't done an update in a while.  But that doesn't mean I haven't been setting or working toward making goals.  Let me share about last month and this month:

Goals for April 2012:
1: Read 3 books.
2: Comment to other blogs, at least 20 to 25 a week.
3. Fully participate in the A to Z blogging challenge with daily posts and visiting other blogs as well.

Goals for May 2012:

1: Complete first draft of NEVERLOVE.
2: Comment to other blogs, at least 20 to 25 a week.
3. Complete minimum two blog posts a week.

With April being a beta read month for MINGLED and a month of focus on the A to Z blogging challenge, I had a chance to read a bit more than 3 books:
The Secret of Spruce Knoll by Heather McCorkle
Incarnate by Jodi Meadows
Possession by Elana Johnson
Solstice by PJ Hoover (check out the good news about PJ!!!)
Cabinet of Earths by Anne Nesbet
Angelfall by Susan Ee
I also got to meet goals 2 and 3 as well.  So April - I'd say - was a good month :-)

How am I doing in May?
Goal numero uno is on a steady pace.  I've completed the first 5 chapters and am working on chapter 6.  I have recuperated enough that I can speed up my pace and feel confident this goal can be met.
Goal numero dos is a "Go!"  I love visiting over blogs.  Even if you don't see my raised eyebrow in the comment section, know that I'm still scoping you out :-)
Goal numero tres is happening with the help of other authors.  Since I was focused on A to Z last month, I've gotten stoked about sharing books by authors that are established or new-to-me for the month of May.  Some you already know.  Others will be a new introduction.  And I love it all!

NEVERLOVE is like a new love to me.  I feel like I'm in the honeymoon stage right now.  Probably just the "first draft euphoria".  Once it's time to check in to Revision City, I'm sure I'll be back on the ground with the rest of reality.  For now, guess I'll enjoy the bliss.

So, friends, how goes it with your goals?

Friday, May 11, 2012

This week started in reflection but I'd like to end it with a bang.  That's where Nadja Notariani comes in handy.  Please allow me to introduce her to those who've not had the pleasure of enjoying her bloggy and publishing presence.

First, I heard about Claiming the Prize, and the second taste of wonderful writing came in the form of Her Dark Baron.  Third time's DEFINITELY charming with The Third Fate.
Book description from Amazon:
~ 'One Fate be granted mortal man, used for evil or good as the inner voice directs. Alas, the divine spark draws the eyes of the Fates, the Second Fate sparingly gifted by their hands. Be warned offspring of the gods; guard your gifting well. For if the Third Fate be unleashed, the soul lays bare before one so touched by the gods.' ~


Cautious and quiet by nature, Paige Kinnell watches life unfold from the sidelines, maintaining her simple existence as a shield to hide behind. But underneath her shy, careful ways, Paige senses a disconnect with the world around her, indulging instead her ever curious interest in the legend and lore of time nearly forgotten. 


One chance encounter with an ancient of the undead begins an unraveling of reality as Paige knows it, leaving her to sort through dreams and enchantments, discovering along the way that one's Fate can be mere illusion, and that the consequences of opening her heart to another may cost dearly. 


Cael Maccinnis, the handsome Highlander she's met, seems the answer to every unspoken longing of her heart, even as he awakens dark, secret desires buried within her soul. As strange and unnerving changes begin occurring in her mind and body, Paige has no choice but to face her life's unnatural turn and confront the frightening implications. For within Paige's past a secret lay dormant, hidden even from her. This truth, guarded well and wielded by the Fates themselves, becomes the catalyst invoking the power of The Third Fate.


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Me and Myself are still having a girl-fight over which one could claim Cael so I will have to share a brief bit of our thoughts:

We loved the story from beginning to end.  It starts with a steady pace, one where it's good to pay close attention to things because Nadja uses great writing techniques to slip things in here and there.  There's no instant expectation of a happy ending just because it's a tale of romance.  Readers earn a fitting ending that we found very satisfying.  Me and Myself obviously want to trade places with Paige, but are aware that's not happening.

If a little Highlander romance is right up your alley, I would recommend giving this story a try.  Does anyone else here remember another Highlander, the immortal Duncan Macleod played by Adrian Paul?

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Moving Sci-fi Forward with BACKWORLDS

I'm thrilled to have M. Pax stop by to share some wonderful news.  What could it be????

The Backworlds is here!

The first story in the Backworlds series by M. Pax. A vision of how humanity might colonize the galaxy some day in the distant future.

The Backworlds
After the war with Earth, bioengineered humans scatter across the Backworlds. Competition is fierce and pickings are scant. Scant enough that Craze’s father decides to hoard his fortune by destroying his son. Cut off from family and friends, with little money, and even less knowledge of the worlds beyond his own, Craze heads into an uncertain future. Boarding the transport to Elstwhere, he vows to make his father regret this day.
 
Available from: Amazon / AmazonUK / Smashwords / Feedbooks
Other links to more outlets can be found at either Wistful Nebulae or MPax

The Backworlds is an ebook and a free read. All formats can be found at Smashwords and Feedbooks.

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M. Pax:  Rocking star observer!  Woot!
M. Pax’s inspiration comes from the wilds of Oregon, especially the high desert where she shares her home with two cats and a husband unit. Creative sparks also come from Pine Mountain Observatory where she spend her summers working as a star guide. She writes mostly science fiction and fantasy, but confesses to an obsession with Jane Austen. She blogs at her website, www.mpaxauthor.com and at Wistful Nebuae. You’ll find links there to connect on Twitter, Goodread, FB and other sites.

The sequel, Stopover at the Backworlds’ Edge, will be released in July 2012. It will be available in all ebook formats and paperback.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Special Guest: Fane from The Secret of Spruce Knoll

It isn't often I get a character visit from a novel I thoroughly enjoyed. Fane is here today **waves** from The Secret of Spruce Knoll to share his thoughts on something we both find important. Take it away Fane :-)
Fane: Thank you for having me over Ms. Brown. It would be my pleasure to tell you a bit about why conservation and the protection of endangered species is so important to my kind.  


As you may know from reading my cousin Eren's tale in The Secret Of Spruce Knoll, we channelers are tied to the Earth. As it slowly dies from pollution and abuse, so does our kind. What most people don't know though is that anyone can be a channeler, we are human just like you. The ability is simply dormant in most because their families have surpressed it over time. That means that eventually humans will suffer the same fate we channelers are suffering; extinction. Without a planet, we have nowhere to live. 


But people care more than ever before about making a difference, they are conserving and living responsibly. It's a wonderful and encouraging thing to see since with each endangered species we can save, we save a piece of the Earth. 


If you haven't read the story of how my cousin came into her power, there has never been a better time to read it. A portion of the proceeds of The Secret Of Spruce Knoll (from every copy sold, in every format) will go toward saving endangered species. 

We hope you'll join us in saving animals such as the tiger and gorilla from extinction. Without help, tigers will be extinct in the wild in less than ten years. And unfortunately, they are only one on a long list of creatures that will be gone before this decade is over. Together we can make a difference. You can help by purchasing a copy for yourself, a friend, or a loved one, or by giving directly to one of the many amazing charities that help endangered species. 


Thank you for having me over Ms. Brown, the pleasure was all mine. 


Thank you Fane for such wonderful information.

Heather is the author of The Secret Of Spruce Knoll, Born Of Fire, Channeler's Choice, and coming in May of 2012, the historical YA fantasy, To Ride A Puca. A short story of Heather's is also available in the free In His Eyes eBook anthology.

There are many ways, big and small, to make an impact.  Not every person is meant to chain themselves to a tree.  Heather is doing her part with this beautifully written book.  What are some of your ideas or things you already do?  You're encouraged to comment as one randomly selected commenter will receive an ebook of Channeler's Choice or The Secret of Spruce Knoll.  You get to choose which one you want!
So jealous :-)

Monday, May 7, 2012

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall - an A to Z Blogging Challenge Reflection

Get yours, too!
How can I say this?

Hmmm...

This was definitely a challenge.  I enjoyed how so many of us did themes.  Like Clarissa Draper did her "Death by..." posts that left me in awe of the many ways people check out from this world.

I did my blog opera of Abigail (Abby) and Basil, a Cleanser and a Harvestor.  One an agent of Heaven, the other an agent of Hell.  The impossible love.  It was a post by post challenge for me, exercises to improve my writing one chunk at a time.  I made them up, allowing the characters more freedom with each post.  The drama unfolded for me as it did for the readers.  Seriously, I thought about the theme for a while but I pantsed this thing one letter at a time.

Readers enjoyed it.  Encouraged me.  And from doing this challenge, I am now working on their story, NEVERLOVE.  Talk about a birth of a novel!!

I wish I could think of ways to improve upon the challenge, but I have none.  The Linky list allowed for checking out different blogs.  The use of the Next Blog and Surprise Me buttons also made navigating to different blogs very easy.  THAT one was a huge plus.  Having multiple people working as co-hosts helped to spread the responsibility, ensured one person - alone - didn't get bogged down by the mundane busy-ness of the day-to-day planning, inquiries and erm, well, insanity :-)

The only thing that I wanted was more time in the day.  That, unfortunately, is not something the blogging challenge hosts can do anything about.  For the rest, I commend you all for a great and well planned challenge.

To the comments!  Were you a participant of the A to Z blogging challenge?  What are your thoughts, whether you participated or not?

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

A Hammock Please

This is a lucky kitty.  Resting in a hammock, paws all willy nilly.  Eyes closed.  It would be rude of me to yell, "Wake up, kitty!"  Poor thing might rip the hammock to shreds with its claws.  So, for the rest of this week, kitty will sleep while I hunker down and get some work done on NEVERLOVE.  I'll be back May 7th.

Big hugs to everyone!