Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Science, shape-shifting and murder. Oh my!


Even the smallest degree of hope can spark love.
 
Against her wealthy father’s demands, and the usual blockades of a male dominated profession, Kylie Sanderson proves worthy of her position as lead investigator of planet Andan’s Scientific and Investigative Research Taskforce. Someone is killing Andan’s women in an attempt to mutate them into reptiles. Kylie makes it her mission to discover who’s behind the murders and prevent more grotesque deaths.
Shapeshifting lizard Griff comes to Andan to stop his brethren from mutating other planets’ women into mindless breeding stock. Overcoming Kylie’s suspicious and defensive nature proves difficult, but he must in order to help the SIRT team thwart his planet’s scientists.
When Kylie is abducted and becomes the first human to survive the transformation, it’s up to Griff to rescue her so SIRT can restore her human form. On the run and desperate to unravel the mysteries of Kylie’s past to solve the crimes of their present, can she and Griff forge a future for themselves?

Wow. We can only follow that with introducing author Lyndi Alexander and heroine Kylie Sanderson from A Small Degree of Hope, a June release from Lyrical Press.
As always, we'll start with Lyndi first. Tell us a bit about A Small Degree of Hope. It’s the story of my Scientific and Investigative Research Taskforce elite team’s investigation of a series of murders on the planet Andan where the bodies of several women are discovered, all in various stages of mutation into reptiles. In the course of our investigation, I’m approached by a man named Griff, who wants to help our search for the killer or killers. We soon discover those killers are reptiles from another planet, looking to transform women into their breeders. The surprise is, that Griff is, too. Once we find the reptiles’ secret lab, though, bad things start to happen. I get
captured and altered into a reptile. Fortunately, Griff rescues me. From then on, he seems to be my only friend, and a devoted one, as we try to sort out the mystery and save the remaining women.
Sounds utterly scary. Tell us more about Griff. What did you think the first time you saw him? That he was creepy.
Yep, sounds right, considering the circumstances. What was your second thought? That he was creepy, and maybe stupid.
Did you think it was love at first sight? Not at all.
What do you like most about Griff? He is honestly the most loyal friend and lover I’ve ever known. He would do anything for me. Anything.
How would you describe him? At first, I was really a little concerned about his shapeshifting abilities. Those teeth, those claws… But in Griff, I’ve truly found someone with an amazing, wonderful spirit and a strong heart who shows me the kind of person I want to be. Even if he’s not a person.
That is one of the nicest things we've ever heard about a man. How would he describe you? *laughs* He’d say I’m headstrong and stubborn, always running into dangerous situations when I should stop and plan first. He also tells me I’m brave—considering some of the circumstances we’ve found ourselves in, I guess that’s a good thing.
What made you choose exoterrestrial biology and police investigation as a profession? Partly because my father didn’t want me to do it. He thought I should spend my life staying home and being decorative, like my mother and my model sister Nissa. But I didn’t want to just be a pretty flower. I love my work, even when my hands are buried in alien innards. An adrenaline rush every day! I feel like I really do something meaningful.
Considering all you've accomplished, that's reasonable. But how do you relax? I really don’t. My job is such a 24-7 kind of thing. I’d love to be able to take a vacation on a beach and lay out in the sun. Especially now.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? Maybe Nancy Drew, from the old Terran books? Anyone who loved mysteries and solving them.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Griff said I didn’t have to be an island, taking care of everything on my own, that I should reach out to those who could help me and invite them into my world.
He sounds like a keeper even with the odd teeth and claws! Now, we'd like to talk to Lyndi. What movies or books have had an impact on your writing? I really enjoyed watching FIREFLY—I’ve studied the scripts from the show, trying to understand how to create characters and dialogue that’s punchy and appealing. I also found both the old romantic suspense [novels by] Victoria Holt and Mary Stewart and woman-centered science fiction/fantasy by Anne McCaffrey as I really got into reading in my teen years, so they have heavily influenced the kind of stories I want to tell—not just a quick flash of passion and sex, but tales with a great deal more meat to them.
Good for you We'd like to know something about your publisher. publisher. How did you hear about them? I actually found the Lyrical Press editor in a Savvy Authors pitch session. She picked my book out of about 50 people who pitched—I was so excited!
Tell us a bit about the submission process. We didn’t even get through the first edit, though, before she left the company. I thought maybe the whole deal would fall through after that, since Lyrical had turned their focus more towards romance and less toward science fiction.
But I was fortunate that the editor who took over the project, Penny Barber, was intrigued by the idea of the story. We worked very hard over several long months, to pull the story within Lyrical’s current guidelines. Both of us came to be quite attached toKylie and Griff’s unusual love story.
How long did it take from query to release? All in all, it was probably just over a year from first pitch to final product.
That is incredibly fast. Good for you for sticking with it and good for Ms. Barber who liked your story. Let's read an excerpt:
She drove home as dusk set in. Hands full with her keys and a case containing analytical printouts, she ran up two flights of stairs to her tempartment. She juggled everything until she got inside then dumped it onto her tiny dinette table. She leaned down to unzip her boots kicked them off in the direction of the refrigeration unit, and went back to close and lock the door.
Delighted not to hunch over the scope, she rolled her shoulders and stretched from side to side. A click of the remote activated her music player. Ethnic drums played, joined by a flute and strings. There. Add fragrant candles and a nice drink, she’d transport herself to a dull but relaxing evening of reading bioresults. Ah, my thrilling life.
She poured herself a stemmed glass of a semi-sweet red vintage, not her favorite but Nissa’s. Her sister’d bought everyone a full case the year-end before. Rummaging through leftover cartons of takeout food, she smelled more bacterial cultures than she’d discovered today at work, and she pitched them. Settling for something with noodles and a mystery meat substitute, she jabbed a fork into the open serving-size box. Carrying her wine in her left hand and the box in her right, she headed for her living room.
Griff stood two meters from her, dressed in a black pullover shirt and slacks. Inside her locked apartment door.
She didn’t need him to tell her that her heart nearly stopped, then began to race. Her purse containing her firearm lay on the table where she’d dumped it. Much closer to him than to her. Her boots lay behind her on the floor. She could use the stiletto if her hands weren’t full. But shock froze her.
His face in shadow, he watched her. “I don’t mean you harm. I came to warn you--”
“Warn me? That you’re a psycho killer? I think I’ve got that much, thanks.” Her words loosed the terrible paralysis. She tossed the box into the single steel sink, keeping the fork, holding it tight in her hand.
She expected he’d come for her, try to stop her, but instead he looked bewildered. “Killer? No. No, Kylie Sanderson, I am no killer.” He showed her his empty hands. “I come only to help stop the killings.”
The edge of sincerity in his voice nearly stopped her. Boy, he was good. She took a swig of wine for courage and stepped back. “You want to give yourself up? That might be constructive.”
He moved toward her, his hands still out. “I don’t understand. I am not the one. X is the one. He wants to perpetuate our race. The majority of our females have become infertile due to a change in our star’s radiation output. X developed this plan to make breeding possible again.”
He kept coming closer. As big as he was, a fork was nothing. She dropped the glass on the floor, its shattering catching Griff’s startled gaze. While he was distracted, she lunged for the table. She hunkered down behind it, grabbing her bag. She ended with gun in hand, set for paralyze, not kill. “Get your hands up.”
He hadn’t moved, just stared at her. “I do not--I will not hurt you,” he insisted. “But women wait, in danger, now. I need your help.”
“I know you understand me! Put. Your. Hands. Up. Now. Or I’ll tag your ass.” She came to her feet, fingers closed tight on her gun’s stock, its aim fixed right at his heart. His hands raised slightly. “Where are the women?”
“In a warehouse,” he said, taking one step toward her. His face held no emotion. His voice sounded even, almost pleasant. “I can take you there.”
“I don’t think so, friend.” She pulled the trigger. The first blast staggered him, but he remained on his feet. It took two more shots of hot blue electric current, fired in close proximity, to subdue him. He slumped to the floor, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling. His skin mottled up, almost red, or rust colored, with spots of gray. Just a flicker before it returned to normal.
Mystified, she kept her gun on him as she called the station, dialing with her left hand. “Jaco, it’s Sanderson. I’ve got the perp. He’s here in my apartment. Someone come haul him out, huh?”
“Sanderson!” Jaco yelled in her ear. “Don’t you be a hero.”
“Come get him, will you?” She hung up.
As the adrenaline faded, she realized how badly this could have gone, the two of them alone here. A shiver ran through her. She moved out of reach, those twenty minutes some of the longest she’d ever encountered, until the grab and bag unit arrived. How had he gotten into her apartment? As she headed back to the Cendiary to question the perp, she felt a lot less safe than she had the day before.
Wow—that's terrific and has definitely piqued our interest. We hope it works the same on visitors to our blog. Good luck Lyndi!
Kat and Veronica
To learn more about Lyndi Alexander and the stories she
creates go to:
http://lyndialexander.wordpress.com
or
http://clanelvesofthebitterroot.com
To purchase A SMALL DEGREE OF HOPE, go to amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com




Monday, June 17, 2013

An angel and a sufer dude preacher . . . who could ask for more?


Today, Wild Women Authors is pleased to welcome author Chris Redding and Angela Sky, protagonist from Which Exit Angel who does not need many words to get her point across. Welcome, Chris and Angela.
Where are you from, Angela? Heaven.
Tell us a bit about Which Exit Angel. It's about me, an angel, who hasn't earned her wings and Sandy Beach, a preacher questioning his faith. We stumble upon the apocalypse and have to save the world.
Great premise. What did you think the first time you saw Sandy? I wondered why a preacher was trawling the boardwalk in this Jersey town late at night.
Un huh. And your second thought? That he was kind of cute in a surfer dude way.
This is sounding like a fun story. Did you think it was love at first sight?
No, not really. I was already involved with someone.
Okay, but what do you like most about Sandy? I like that he's open to things and he is not impressed that I'm an angel.
How would you describe him? Loyal, dependable. I mean, he did take on raising his sister's son.
We like that your first response were his personal qualities, not how cute his butt is. How would he describe you? I don't think he knows me well enough yet.
What made you choose angel work as a career? That's funny. I didn't choose being an angel. I did choose being a detective because I thought I could do the most good solving angel murders.
What is your biggest fear? Never getting my wings.
How do you relax? Eating. I miss food when I'm in Heaven.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? I don't get to read much.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Gabriel always told me to believe in myself.
Great! Short, sweet and to the point. Thanks, Angela. It's Chris' turn now: What movies or books have had an impact on your writing?
All the James Bond movies.
To learn more about Chris Redding and the stories she creates go to: http://chrisredddingauthor.blogspot.com
To purchase Which Exit Angel, go to http://amzn.com/B00D1TPXZ

Monday, June 10, 2013

Meet a Rising Star

AN IMPOSSIBLE JOURNEY
The last thing Addy Dawson remembers is a blazing inferno and freezing river water overtaking her lungs. When she awakens, Addy finds herself on a strange, alien planet, trapped in a cell with no doors, no windows-- and to her horror-- a naked warrior who claims to be her mate. 

AN UNDENIABLE PASSION
An alpha gladiator, Max is forced to breed and produce the finest specimens for the Survival Race, a deadly blood sport created by the alien rulers of Hyborea. To rebel means torture-or worse-yet Max refuses to become the animal his captors want him to be. But their jailors will not be denied, and soon Addy and Max find themselves unwilling players in this cruel game. Pushed to the limit, they will risk everything for the chance at a life free from captivity. And though fate brought them together as adversaries, Max and Addy will discover that when they're together, there's nothing in the universe that can stop them.
Well gee. What more can we say to that? Except . . . welcome to author K.M. Fawcett and alpha gladiator Max, from “CAPTIVE”, book 1 in the Survival Race series, a June release from Grand Central Publishing’s digital imprint ForeverYours. Good morning, K.M. and Max.
Where are you from, Max? I’m originally from the United States, but fifteen years ago was brought to planet Hyborea and forced to train for the Survival Race - a blood sport where the last gladiator alive wins.
What is “CAPTIVE” about? It is the story of how two people trapped on an alien planet save each other. I may have taught Addy how to survive, but she taught me how to live.
What did you think the first time you saw Addy? I thought I was going to have a great night of sex. After all, I’m an alpha gladiator stud, and we were trapped naked together in a breeding box. Just my luck that the feisty little woman the Hyboreans wanted me to mate with had no idea where she was or what had happened to her.
And your second thought? We’ll, after she kneed me in the groin instead of returning my kiss, I thought she was insane. Turns out she didn’t know she’d been abducted from Earth yet, and was scared out of her mind.
Did you think it was love at first sight? When I first saw her, I thought she was beautiful. Hell, what naked woman isn’t? But I never thought I’d fall in love with her. I’d never thought I’d fall in love period.
What do you like most about her? I love her courage and her fire. She reminds me of how I used to be before the Hyboreans broke my spirit.
How would you describe her? She’s courageous, determined, and a fighter. But there is also a vulnerability that she tries to hide.
How would she describe you? Probably as a man who’d lost his humanity. I’d been abused for so long, I didn’t know how to be anything but an animal. When I’m with Addy, though, I’m different somehow. She tames my inner beast and makes me see the man I still am inside.
What made you choose gladiator as a career? It wasn’t my choice. I was taken, trained to fight, and then thrown into my first Survival Race. If I wanted to live, I had to be the best. It was a matter of survival.
What is your biggest fear? That the Hyboreans will break Addy’s spirit like they broke mine. Witnessing that would kill me.
How do you relax? Unfortunately alpha gladiators don’t relax. We can’t. Someone is always trying to beat me out...for food, for rank, for my life. If I let down my guard, I lose. The only time I can rest is when locked in my cage.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? I’d have to say Donald Duck, but you’d have to read the story to find out why. Spoilers.
Hah! Great response. What is the best piece of advice you ever received? The best piece of advice I have ever received was from Addy. I can’t tell you what it is though without spoiling our story.
For a bit on our author, keep reading!
K.M. Fawcett was a born romantic. At six years old, she would beg her parents to take her to a restaurant with, “Soft music and candles” where she could drink Shirley Temples and twirl on the dance floor. As she grew, her desire to be whisked into a romantic adventure by a knight in shining armor also grew – to the point of annoying her friends and family. When she received A Knight In Shining Armor (a novel by Jude Deveraux) for her eighteenth birthday, she fell in love…with the romance genre. Now K.M. writes sci-fi/ paranormal romances, and enjoys stories filled with adventure and strong, kick butt heroes and heroines.
She holds the rank of Sandan (3rd degree black belt) in both Isshinryu Karate and in Ryukonkai (Okinawan weapons). She and her husband own Tenchi Isshinryu Karate Dojo in NJ where they teach karate, weapons, and self-defense.

K.M., what movies or books have had an impact on your writing? The book which has had the biggest impact on my writing was A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux. That was the first romance novel I read and I loved it! I was hooked on the romance genre after that. Outlander by Diana Gabaldon also had a huge impact on my writing. I love a tortured hero. It was advice I’d read from Diana that made me start writing. She said (paraphrased) that if you want to be a writer, sit down and start writing. So I did.)
Tell us a bit about your publisher. How did you hear about them?
ForeverYours is the digital imprint of Grand Central Publishing. At the time my agent submitted my manuscript to Grand Central, the imprint didn’t exist. I believe it was still in the planning stages. The editors held onto my story knowing it would be a good fit for ForeverYours and when the line opened wanted to place my story there.
What influenced your decision to submit to them? Another publishing house was also interested in CAPTIVE, but I chose to go with ForeverYours as they had the backing of a big house.
Tell us a bit about the submission process. How long did it take from query to release? The submission process took a while. As I said the imprint didn’t exist when we first submitted to them. After signing the contract, it took about a year for the book to be published.
Thank you so much for hosting Max and me on the blog today!
It's been our pleasure—for a number of reasons. You've worked so hard for so long. It's great seeing a long-time writer pal achieve the success she deserves!
Kat and Veronica
To learn more about K.M. Fawcett and the stories she creates go to:

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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

A shape shifter meets an alpha male. Who could ask for anything more?

Good morning all!
Today Wild Women Authors 2 is pleased to welcome imaginative and inventive author Denise Golinowski who brings with her KT Marant from “Collector's Item”, a current paranormal romance from The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Where are you from, KT? I'm from Charlottesville, Virginia. My clan owns a private reserve on the border of the Shenandoah National Park.
Tell us a bit about “Collector's Item”. After my Aunt Patricia went missing, most people just thought she was being her usual unreliable self. I suspected she'd been kidnapped by the Collectors, an underground human hunt club that targets shape shifters. When no one took it seriously, I headed to New York City to find out for myself. As you can probably guess, I almost fell into a Collectors trap, but thanks to Peyton Allers, I not only escaped but decided to turn the hunt around on the hunters. When my brilliant plan backfired, I ended up captured for real and could only hope that Peyton would find me in time.
To us, who couldn't create anything, even apple pie, with the slightest bit of paranormal elements, this fascinates us. Likewise, you've brought in a historic as well as gorgeous part of our country for the setting. But we should get to the meat of the issue: what did you think the first time you saw the hero, Peyton Allers? Oh please, don't let him hear you calling him that. He'd be insufferable. Oh, he'd do it very nonchalantly, but it'd still make him preen like a cat in a sunbeam. As for the first time I saw him, I wasn't sure if he was a good guy or a bad guy. I mean, he swooped out of nowhere to pound on the guy I'd just realized was a Collector. On the surface, that seemed to make him a good guy, but what kind of guy would be hovering in a dark hallway outside my door? Then, I figured my father sent him to be my bodyguard and that ticked me off. I told Father that I didn't need that kind of security and he sent someone anyway, without my permission. That would make him a bad guy, right?
It does give one cause for concern, yes. What was your second thought? Well, it wasn't exactly my thought, but the second thought was that he was an alpha and very attractive. That was actually Andi, my jaguar side. She pegged him as mate material from the first. I pegged him for arrogant and chauvinistic. He had that whole macho man thing going on. Okay, I admit it. The whole package was nicely put together, but he kept calling me princess which irked me and acting like I couldn't form a basic sentence.
Princess, huh? Our kind of guy. Not. Did you think it was love at first sight? Oh no! Definitely not. I didn't want him there, even though he did save my life. And he didn't want me there because I blew his cover. It was more like PO'd at first sight.
Hah! What do you like most about this PO'd guy? I think it's his deep sense of loyalty. When Peyton gives his trust to someone, he doesn't do it by halves and if you need anything, you can count on him. He's not one of those guys who helps out when it's convenient for them. He helps because it's what friends do. Okay, and he's a fine-looking man.
Fine looking, schmine looking. Get to the meat of it all. Sort of. Peyton is six feet of male arrogance and power. His light brown hair is a bit long, though he's been talking about buzzing it off and his light brown eyes can change to gold when he's angry, or aroused. He's got a military man's posture, straight shoulders and flat stomach. His voice is a rich baritone with a touch of that mid-Western twang, thought he tends to clip his speech, keeps it terse. More of that military training, I guess. He's got a no-nonsense jawline, straight white teeth, and a direct gaze that can pin you in place or melt you into a puddle. He threw me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes and never broke a sweat.
A he-man with a drawl. We can do that. How would Peyton describe you? I think the original term was "pain in his ass," but that was before he got to know me. He still calls me a pain in his ass, but the tone is completely different. And he had the audacity to tell someone just the other day that the first time he met me, I reminded him of an enraged kitten! A kitten! Believe me, when I found out, I showed him exactly how un-kittenish I could be. He tried to soften it by saying how my hair was all curly from the rain, but the kitten thing was still out there. Oh, and he was calling me "princess" for while there, too. He did tell me that I "surprised the hell" out of him when I told him my plan to get my aunt back. He hadn't expected a princess like me to be willing to put myself out there for my family, but he didn't know me. Not then.
What made you choose Vice-President in charge of Charitable Efforts as a career? Yeah, it's a mouthful and it's part of being in a family business. My father, Anton Marant, built a huge development company which my older brother, Peter, manages. An integral part of our corporate mission statement is the determination to help those less fortunate and we have an entire division dedicated to helping to pinpoint rural and urban areas in need of assistance. We survey the community's needs and then work with other investors to develop immediate remedies and long-term solutions. Most often through building hospitals, clinics, shelters, day-care centers, whatever will help the community. We are also very active in disaster assistance. We’ve sent money and construction crews to the areas hit by the latest tornadoes.
All right! Helping those less fortunate. Right up our personal alley. Good for you and good for your family. Tell us a bit about yourself. First, what is your biggest fear? That I or someone I love might fall into the hands of the Collectors and that's precisely what happened in “Collector's Item”.
Second, how do you relax? I do yoga and tai chi, anything with long slow movements and stretches. Guess that's Andi's influence as well. Cats love to stretch, don't they? Non-physical relaxation? Reading, of course.
Third: who is your favorite fictional character and why? Wow! That's hard. I read a lot of paranormal and urban fantasy and there are some awesome female characters. Kitty Norville because she's grown into her strength as a were (she's the fictional trope of a were, infected – while we call ourselves were's, we're actually shape shifters and we're born that way. It's not contagious.) Rachel Morgan, a witch/demon who is trying to do the right thing and just make a living at it. Sookie Stackhouse—Telepathy? I have a hard enough time with Andi's thoughts in my head. How crazy must it be to hear almost everyone's thoughts? I'd better stop there.
Last, what is the best piece of advice you ever received? Just about anything my Grandmother Marant told me. Picking just one thing would be just crazy. She was the smartest and sharpest person I knew. Her advice was always delivered with a no-nonsense voice and a twinkle in her hazel eye. Most folks were put off by her brusque manner, but my brothers and I knew her softer side. She and Aunt Patricia practically raised us after Mother died and despite how things have turned out, I wouldn't give those days away for love nor money.
We have to talk with Denise who invented all this. What movies or books have had an impact on your writing? KT and I read the same types of books, so her summary above covers most of my favs. While they all impacted my writing, if I have to pick one, I'd say it was the Kitty Norville series that motivated me to try my hand at writing paranormal. Marion Zimmer Bradley got me writing fantasy and I will always regret having missed the opportunity to submit to her Swords & Sorcery anthologies.
Tell us a bit about The Wild Rose Press. They published my first book, a fantasy romance “The Festival of the Flowers: The Courtesan and The Scholar.”
Tell us a bit about the submission process. When my chapter of the RWA held their first conference in 2012, I pitched Collector's Item to a TWRP editor, Amanda Barnett. She suggested I send my synopsis and first three chapters to her. She then passed me along to the Senior Editor, Black Rose Imprint, at The Wild Rose Press, Callie Lynn Wolfe. Callie graciously accepted my submission and then tendered an offer. I was over the moon. My second book with The Wild Rose Press!
How long did it take from query to release? Depends on how you calculate release. From query to "early" release (for Kindle only) was eight months. Formal release was May 17th, 2013, which would be a year from query to release.
This has been so much fun, thanks Denise and KT for spending time with us. Much luck in sales and in future books!
Kat and Veronica
To learn more about Denise Golinowski and the stories she creates please visit:
Blog: Golinowski's Gambol - denisegolinowski.blogspot.com

Here's an excerpt from this fun book:
A lone light shone above an open gate in a high chain-link fence at the far end of the hangar. Andi growled, uneasy. The shadows between the cars could hide an army. As if to compensate for the ringing in her ears from the gun battle inside coupled with the roar of jet engines, KT’s eyes and nose kicked into overdrive.
Blood! KT eased up enough to peer through the windshield of a large sedan. But whose?
The whine of jet engines faded away, and in the buzzing silence, a car engine snarled to life. Tires squealed somewhere to her left. She flinched back from the glare of headlights as a low-slung sports car spun out of a parking space.
“Stop!” Her attention snapped to her right at the sound of Peyton’s voice.
Over the hood of the sedan, she saw Peyton standing behind the front end of a pickup truck about midway down the opposite lane, a gun aimed at the car. The car accelerated, and he fired. A shot from inside the car made Peyton stagger. He held his position and fired a couple more times. The car zigzagged toward Peyton and two more shots spun Peyton around to disappear behind the truck.
“No!” She sprinted toward the truck, keeping low, and with one eye on the sports car as it raced toward the open gate in the rear fence. In the glare of the overhead light, she glimpsed Torne hunched low over the wheel. He made a sharp right turn just outside the gate and, for a split second, KT saw a face through the passenger window, staring back.
KT stumbled to a stop. Patricia? Just a flash of an oval face surrounded by a cloud of dark hair. KT’s heartbeat sped up. Patricia!