Friday, November 30, 2012

Cheryl B.Dale, The Warwicks of Slumber Mountain

AUTHOR: Cheryl B. Dale
PUBLISHER: MuseItUp Publishing

Please tell us about yourself? Nothing interesting to tell. Oh, except we finally sold our lake house in north Georgia this year and moved down to a coastal island that we’re enjoying.
Tell us your latest news? This is the third and latest book out by MuseItUp. I also have a hardback light mystery coming out from Five Star in December of this year, TAXED TO THE MAX.

When and why did you begin writing? When I was little, I used to tell myself stories to get to sleep, usually building on books I’d recently finished. As I got older, I started making up my own stories and I’ve written off and on every since.

When did you first consider yourself a writer? I’ve always written so I always knew I was a writer. But it wasn’t until I sold a manuscript that I felt I’d accomplished something.

What inspired you to write your first book?
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? Yes. Life is full of ups and downs, and it’s better to focus on the happy parts than the sad.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?  (Has anyone ever realized it?) Well, the mystery coming out in December is based, very very loosely, on events told me or that happened around me from my years spent working in a tax commissioner’s office.

What are your current projects? I’m working and have been for some years, on a vintage mystery set on a coastal island in the early sixties. It’s about a supposedly dead heir who turns up as the estate’s about to be disbursed to the heir’s murderer.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated? My eighth grade teacher told me I could write. That was all I needed.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing? Getting that first draft down.

What do you do when you’re not writing/editing or thinking about writing/editing? Go to family gatherings, wander around with my guy as he takes photographs, and enjoy living in this touristy place where there’s always something fun going on.

What was the hardest part of writing your book? First draft. Always that first draft.

Do you have any advice for other writers? Pick up Self-Editing for Fiction Writers by Browne and King. I found it after I’d been writing twenty or so years and wish I’d had it a lot sooner!
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers? I always hope they enjoy the story. If they don’t, it’s my writing that’s to blame because most of my plots are pretty good. IMO!!!!

Who is your publisher and how did you connect with them? MuseItUp Publishing. My critique partner at the time was keeping up with epubs while I was still looking at traditional publishing. I had two different agents for two different books but neither sold so I was feeling kind of down. She told me MuseItUp had garnered a great review on Preditors and Editors poll and urged me to try them. Thank you, Nancy!!!

How can we find you? Website, Facebook, Twitter, blog, etc. - please share your public links.

I have a Twitter account but I don’t tweet. Don’t have time.


“Come on,” Gareth urged. “Right over here.”
My unwilling feet lagged after him toward a fireplace at one end, tall enough to hold an
upright man and wide enough to hold four or five men standing shoulder to shoulder. A pair of
wing chairs faced it. A small fire blazed though it was September, and Georgia Septembers are
seldom cold.
“Why in the world do you need a fire this time of—?”
A form, wild and shaggy and screeching, erupted from its hiding place beneath a bombé
It shot toward us.
I jumped back. “Ohhh!”
A flowing apparition rose from one of the chairs behind the squealing creature. A human scream pierced the air over the cat’s cries.
I bolted. Smack into Gareth’s shoulder.
He, giving his strangled laugh, caught me. His arms closed around me cautiously until he held me fast.
“Let me go!” The darkness and the mountain that had unnerved me on the way up were nothing compared to the attacking beast and the banshee behind it.
“It’s all right.” Gareth’s grip tightened. “Auntie El, it’s me,” he called over my head. He gave me a reassuring shake and murmured, “Come on, Lindy. It’s only Grandmama’s cat scaring my aunt. He loves picking on Auntie El and Auntie El can’t learn that screaming just makes him worse.”

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Pat McDermott, Salty Roses

Author name: Pat McDermott
Book Title:         Salty Roses, Book Three in the Band of Roses Trilogy
Publisher:         MuseItUp Publishing

Please tell us about yourself with the following favorites:
Food?          Chocolate
Drink (non-alcoholic)?  Tea
Flower?          Rose
Day of the week?     Sunday
Time of day to write?    Morning
Place to write?     Beside the fireplace
Season?       Autumn
Holiday?      Christmas
Color?         Purple
Animal?      Cats
Hobby?      Cooking
Sport?      Playing Cards, especially Whist
Song?         Too Many to Choose One
TV show?     Don’t Watch TV
Movie?        Casablanca
Book?        Again, Too Many to Choose One
Author?    Ditto
Word?     Petrichor
Quote?   A mind stretched by a new idea can never go back to its original dimensions. - Oliver Wendall Holmes

Now some easy one-word answers:
Coffee or tea?           Tea
Veggies or fruit?        Veggies
Cat or dog?               Cat
Plot or not?              Plot
Desktop or laptop?     Both
Pencil or pen?           Pen
Rain or sun?              Sun
Mountains or ocean?    Mountains near the ocean
Plane or train?         Plane
Car or motorcycle?     Car
Run or walk?              Walk
Casual or dressy?         Casual
Indoors or outdoors?         Indoors
Reading: EBook or paperback?     Paperback
Reading: Short story or novels?         Novels
Theater or rental?  Theater
Vampire or shifter? Shifter
Horror or romance? Romance

Tell us about your new/latest release:

Title: Salty Roses
Genre: Action/Adventure, Fantasy, Romance


A ride aboard a luxury submarine leads to oceans of trouble for Ireland’s Crown Princess . . .
Warrior princess Talty Boru and her noble Irish clan have outwitted all sorts of scoundrels. A wife and a mother at last, the dynamic heir to the Irish throne believes her days of exotic adventure are all done and dusted. Yet her royal duties seem endless, and a day off with her handsome husband Neil is looking good. Former naval officer Talty eagerly accepts an eccentric billionaire’s invitation for a jaunt aboard his luxury submarine, but as she and Neil dive beneath the waves to view an eerie shipwreck, a sinister plot unfolds. An unknown enemy lures them to an ancient tomb and sends them to a world infested with treacherous pirates. Talty takes charge of a pirate ship and its mangy crew, while Neil matches wits with a steamy temptress who jeopardizes his wedding vows. As he and Talty fight to save their marriage, they learn that the door to parallel worlds swings both ways…

Short Excerpt:

In a fury of howling wind and rain, the storm overtook both ships. The first vessel crashed onto the reef with a thunderous impact. Bodies and cargo flew into the water. By the time Nick and I reached the trees above the beach, debris and bodies floated in the churning sea.

As lightning flashed like a strobe light, the second ship maneuvered masterfully past the reef to the shelter of the lagoon. Skiffs were lowered and rowed to the shallower water by men who jumped in and waded toward the survivors.

“Let’s help them save those people,” Nick shouted, starting for the beach.

The ship’s flag unfurled in the wind, a black flag sporting a simple white circle of human skulls. 

Horrified, I grabbed Nick’s sleeve. “Wait, Nick. They’re not saving those people at all!”
They were slaughtering them, drowning them, hacking them with knives and swords. The murderers drove the few survivors to the beach and surrounded them.

Nick slapped his hand against a tree. “Aw, man! We need that boat!”

He’d get no argument from me. I gripped the handle of my tanto for reassurance. “Do you have your knife with you?”

Monday, November 26, 2012

Kat Holmes, Reflections of Ice, plus #giveaway

AUTHOR: Kat Holmes
BOOK TITLE: Reflections Of Ice

GIVEAWAY? I will be giving away Frozen, book one in this series to one lucky commenter.

Please tell us about yourself? I live in Mobile, Alabama with my mom and two precious kitties. I have a deep love of Greek mythology and adore a good vampire story.:-)

When and why did you begin writing? I began writing as a teenager just for my own enjoyment. I started to write professionally three years ago at the encouragement of my dear friend a talented author, N.J. Walters.

When did you first consider yourself a writer? I have always considered myself a writer. And a reader for that matter. 

What inspired you to write your first book? I love fantasy novels but so few really good fantasy romance books are out there. Its not a huge genre as yet. So I decided to write what I wanted to read.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? In Reflections Of Ice? Not really. I just want people to enjoy a good story and hopefully they’ll enjoy mine.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?  (Has anyone ever realized it?) Yes. Not the world shifting, at least I don’t think so.:-) But the heroine is on the run from domestic abuse and unfortunately that really happens.

What books have most influenced your life most? Oh God too many to name. I love books and have so many favorites.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor? N.J. Walters hands down.

What book are you reading now? What do you like, or not, about it? I’m currently reading the Warriors of Poseidon series by Alyssa Day. I like everything about it. All her heroes are hunks I’d kill to be with. 

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest? The authors aren’t new, just new to me. Nalini Singh, J.R. Ward and Sherrilyn Kenyon.

What are your current projects? I’m currently working on the sequel to my vampire series and the next sequel to this series.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book? Nope. I love this book.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing? Yes I get sick a lot and that interferes.

What do you do when you’re not writing/editing or thinking about writing/editing? Reading, playing with my cats, listening to music.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work? N.J. Walters. She is so dynamic. You actually feel for her characters and cry if they are struggling.

Do you have any advice for other writers? Never stop trying. If you believe in yourself and your work, it will happen. Just be patient and persistant.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers? Thank you all for reading my books. You are my rock and the reason I continue to write.

Who is your publisher and how did you connect with them? Muse It Up Publishing. I followed an editor there from another house.

How can we find you? Website, Facebook, Twitter, blog, etc. - please share your public links.

Back Cover:
Delia is a woman on the run from her past. Everything she knew, even her own name are no longer hers. But that past is catching up to her.
Elric is a man from a land forever locked in winter. But with the help of a mirror and mystical lights he glimpses his future.
But can he cross time and space before the woman of his dreams vanishes on a tidal wave of malice?

Friday, November 23, 2012

Declann Finn, It Was Only on Stun!

AUTHOR:  Declann Finn
TITLE:  It Was Only on Stun!
AUTHOR BIO:  Declan Finn lives in a part of New York City unreachable by bus or subway.  Who's Who has no record of him, his family, or his education.  He has been trained in hand to hand combat and weapons at the most elite schools in Long Island, and figured out nine ways to kill with a pen when he was only fifteen.  He escaped a free man from Fordham University's PhD program, and has been on the run ever since.  There was a brief incident where he was branded a terrorist, but only a court order can unseal those records, and realloy, why would you want to know?
PUBLISHER: Createspace
It Was Only On Stun! is his first novel


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 Q: So, Declan Finn, author of IT WAS ONLY ON STUN!, tell me about the book, a murder mystery set at a science fiction convention. There's a lot of comedy in it and a lot of gunfire. What made you come up with this scenario?

DF: Well, it was a few things. I'm a science fiction fan, plain and simple. I've been to conventions in New York, with the old Creation, and Atlanta's Dragoncon, and New York Comic con .... I've been to a few. And, like any good writer, I've trained myself to walk into any location or event, and ask, "If I were going to blow this place up in a book, how would I do it?"

Q: Haven't their been other books with a similar premise?

DF: Sort of. Sharyn McCrumb wrote two books around a murder at a con. Bimbos of the Death Sun, and Zombies of the Gene pool.  But, these books are about thirty years old, set back in the days when conventions were not professionally run, and put together by fans, not professional convention planners. Let's put it this way.  My father went to conventions around the same time period. He walked into an elevator, and was joined by George Takai and Walter Koenig from Star Trek. Today, if you ran into a major media guest in an elevator, I'd be surprised.  Also, McCrumb was more comedy than mystery. It was only on Stun is more thriller comedy than anything else.

Q: Tell us a bit out the plot.

DF: Short version. Once upon a time, an actress was run out of Kosovo because she was a public pacifist during the 90s. And happy are the peacemakers, for they will be shot at by both sides.  Fast forward a few years, and she's a popular American actress, she's about to start a new tv show, and there are some guys from the old country who want to kill her as a start to a reunion tour with bombs. They want it big and public, a grand spectacle. A security specialist is brought in, Sean Ryan. Hilarity ensues.

Q: You're self publishing this book through Createspace, an Amazon affiliate.  Couldn't you get this book through other avenues?

DF: To be honest, I didn't try.  I put my eggs into one basket, and one book, for a while. Years, actually. Patience is a virtue. Prudence is also a virtue, and it told me that patience was going to do me in. Is this the quick way? Sure.  But you can't say that it's the easy way. 

Q: Why not a small press?  Other authors interviewed here have gone through other presses, like Muse It Up or Damnation.

DF: [Laugh]. We're back to the previous discussion of patience versus prudence.  I could wait weeks or months to hear back from people, or I could get the book published now.  I actually have a book I'll be submitting to a few presses, like Baen or MuseItUp, but I was just through waiting.

Ever since the last election, you hear about the end of publishing, the death of the publishing industry, the rise of the e-book, etc, etc. 

Q: What other books do you have in the works?

DF: Oh Lord. Where do I start? Well, there's another Sean Ryan book that takes place at the Vatican. I have a hostage novel in a bookstore, I've got several science-fiction novels, set in two different universes.  I'm going to shoot for both science-fiction books, but unless I get to hear back from someone on that, I'll be going for the next Sean Ryan, which is a little more serious than this one.

Q: What is on your reading list? Do you think it affects your writing in any way?

DF: Well, I'm currently reading Jeff Abbott's The Last Minute, and so far, it looks as good as his previous book, Adrenaline.  I've recently gotten into Christopher Fowler's Peculiar Crimes Unit, which is very British, and very peculiar.  I hope to start Terry Goodkind's last book before getting my hands on his latest.  And, do they influence me? Sometimes there's seepage.  I read David Weber and John Ringo a lot before my last rewrite on my science-fiction epic, so there was suddenly more of an emphasis on infantry technology and naval combat in space.

Q:. Some writers outline. Some writers make stories up as they go along. Some even get bored when they figure out who the killer is. How does your writing process work?

DF: I rarely outline, though it's becoming more common for me to at least sketch a plot first before doing anything.  But most of it is just broad strokes.  Usually I just sit down and start writing, and wait for my characters to do most of the work for me. At the end of the day, I'm just making it up as I go.

Q:  What, if anything, surprised you while working on It Was Only On Stun?

DF: How many of the characters talked back to me. And that there's at least one character who surprised me by staying alive.

Q: Do you have any advice to readers who are thinking about writing their own novels?

DF: Step one: FINISH THE BLOODY BOOK.  I can't stress this enough.  I can't scream at people enough.  Every time someone whines that “I have a book in me, I just can't get it published.”  My first thought is, “If there's a book in there, get it surgically removed.”  The first thing I say is, “How much of it have you gotten written?”  Their answer, more often than not, is that they haven't even put pen to paper, or even warmed up the computer.  They can write dozens of tweets a day, but actually writing this book they supposedly really, really want published?  Apparently not .

Q: Last chance: What do you think is the one thing we should remember about  It Was Only On Stun?

It is a fun, fun read.  And I have not yet begun to flood the market. Muahahaha.

Sean Ryan was awakened by lashing sounds outside his window.  With little effort, he disentangled himself from the bedsheets, slipping the large, twenty-shot, semi-automatic Stechkin from under his pillow on his way to the window.  He blinked, noting the two odd lines of black.
Rappelling cables!
Sean leapt back.  With murder on his mind, he absentmindedly turned and fired before another cable slid into his line of sight; that bullet, oddly enough, had sliced through one of the cables.  He smiled curiously, placed the gun on the night table, and stepped calmly toward the window’s ledge, listening for the familiar sound of someone sliding down the rope.
One of the two attackers slid down on Sean’s right, and he continued to descend, sliding off the severed cable and falling into empty space.  Sean leapt atop of the other one, grabbing the descender to accelerate the fall; the climber was too shocked to fight back, Sean slammed his own forehead into the visitor’s nose.  Looking down to see that there was little rope left, he slowly let the descender go so the rope wouldn’t flay his hands when he grabbed it.  He grabbed the last foot of the rope when it was just over his head, and the tip was at eye level.
The descender, still attached to the climber’s belt, was a foot off the rope, and the climber was only held up by Sean, holding him at arm’s length out to the side.
Sean grinned.  “Hi there, how’s it hanging?”  He noted the drop to the ground below and said, “Pretty high, it seems. Now, I’m betting that you’re not exactly a Serbian terrorist, am I correct in this assumption?”
The Hispanic male Sean held sneered at him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.  Now, if you’d like to come along quietly, I’ll turn you in to the authorities. If not, I’ll merely drop you here and you can join your friend on the street. The cops can carry you both away in matching soup containers.”
Middle Earth’s Most Wanted Elven Assassin opened his eyes, rolled out of his bed, onto one knee, and slid his weapons into place when the first bullet sounded outside his window.  He pushed off one foot, causing him to fly to the balcony door, and he slid it open before his other foot landed.  He wheeled about, seeing four rappelling cables hanging from the roof.
Without thinking, on pure reflex alone, he loaded his bow and fired, the arrow cutting through all four cables.  He fired and forgot, turning his attention to the window directly above him.  He bounced off the balcony rail, grabbed onto the balcony above, flipped himself onto it, then leapt for the edge of the roof.  He swung his leg over the side, then rolled to his feet.
There were two men climbing up from the cables.  The assassin sighed.   I should have aimed higher, that way I would have killed them too.  They must not have climbed down yet.
He reached for another arrow.
The other two men drew their submachine guns.
The climber stared at Sean Ryan for a moment, his hands dangling out of sight—an immediate warning sign for Ryan, who let go as soon as the adversary brought up a serrated combat knife, specifically meant to kill.
Before impact occurred, Ryan had already begun his climb to his hotel room window.
Goran, now very much awake, helped him inside the room. “Quit hanging around.”
“Done,” he replied.  “I don’t like being a Christmas ornament.” Ryan blinked.  “There may be more of them.”  Ryan grabbed the Stechkin off the night table and flew to the door in his underwear. 
Middle Earth’s Most Wanted Elven Assassin didn’t wait, blink, or flinch at the guns pointed at him.  He tossed himself to his left as he fired an arrow into one of the weapons, sending it over the roof.  He rolled to his feet, another arrow aimed at the armed one’s chest before the assailant could blink.
“I do not wish to hurt you. I have no cause, and I do not know yours.  Who are you trying to kill?”
“Mira Nikolic.”
The arrow flew before he thought of releasing the string. 
While no one could outrun an arrow, anyone could outrun a man pulling a trigger—if you can be faster than the intent.  While the gunman  had no advanced warning about the elf’s intent, his own intent was to act as a distraction, and leap to one side, drawing his gun.  He managed to leap, but the elf had adjusted his aim subconsciously, out of reflex. Like Wyatt Earp in the Old West, that reflex took out the new submachine gun, kicking it over the side of the roof. 
Both gunmen decided one thing was easier than death—jumping.
They leapt off the roof as one, an Elven arrow following them down.
“Who the hell are you?”
The elf turned out of reflex, spinning to a crouch and firing at the same time.  However, the other was already in motion, leaping behind the fire door he had just opened, holding it open by the handle.
“Do we know each other, or do you just hate me to save time?”
The assassin blinked.  He knew that voice.  “Nikolic’s Ranger?”
Ryan raised a brow, gripping the Stechkin loosely.  Ranger?  Which one?  G5?  Lord of the Rings?  Texas? Neverwinter Nights? He sounds like…could that be the elf-guy from the riot this evening?  He sounds so familiar.  “I’m protecting her.  How about you?”
“I am Galadren, better known as Middle Earth’s Most Wanted Elven Assassin.”
He  rolled his eyes.  Why do they always find me?  LA, New York, the wackos always find me.  “You at the convention for business or pleasure?”
“I am here to make Mira Nikolic remember who she is as an elf princess.”
Sean blinked.  “Uh huh.  And you’re going to do this how?”
“Once she sees that a wound mortal to most men would not harm her, she would surely see what she is.”
“So to prove to her she’s an elf, you’re going to try to kill her…almost kill her.”
He laughed.  “You understand.”
I understand you’re a fruit loop with nuts and way too much white powder sprinkled on top…and maybe the wrong kind of white powder.