Monday, August 22, 2016

Let's Do an Earthquake with Author Chrys Fey

. . . An Internal Affairs Investigator was murdered and his brother, Donovan Goldwyn, was framed. Now Donovan is desperate to prove his innocence. And the one person who can do that is the woman who saved him from a deadly hurricane—Beth Kennedy. From the moment their fates intertwined, passion consumed him. He wants her in his arms. More, he wants her by his side in his darkest moments.
. . . Beth Kennedy may not know everything about Donovan, but she can’t deny what she feels for him. It’s her love for him that pushes her to do whatever she has to do to help him get justice, including putting herself in a criminal’s cross hairs.
. . . When a tip reveals the killer's location, they travel to California, but then an earthquake of catastrophic proportions separates them. As aftershocks roll the land, Beth and Donovan have to endure dangerous conditions while trying to find their way back to one another.
. . . Will they reunite and find the killer, or will they lose everything?

This week, Wild Women Authors is pleased to welcome back author Chrys Fey who awhile back treated us with a peek at her fabulous thriller Hurricane Crimes and now has brought Beth Kennedy from the sequel to Hurricane: Seismic Crimes, a recent release out of Wild Rose Press. We've been waiting for this one--and it looks like a beauty. Let's get into this by starting with Beth.
Where are you from? Orlando, Florida.
Tell us a bit about Seismic Crimes. [It] is the sequel to Hurricane Crimes (a novella) and takes place after Hurricane Sabrina hits Florida. This story reveals my love story with Donovan and the intensity of hunting down a killer. But Chrys explains it so much better.
What did you think the first time you saw Donovan Goldwyn? I thought he was an idiot. I mean, he was driving a car in hurricane-force winds, and he crashed it. Into a tree. At that time, though, I didn’t actually know who was driving the car. 
Excellent. What was your second thought? That I had to help him, so I braved the storm to get him out of his wrecked car. The rest is, as they say, history.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? Definitely not. The first glimpse I got of him was through a car window. He had a gash on his forehead, and I was afraid for him. Moments later, I saw his violet eyes, and I have to admit that my heart did stutter.
For a self-defense teacher, that's quite an admission. What do you like most about him? He is fiercely protective. To the point where it can set my teeth on edge, but knowing it comes from a place of loves makes it tolerable. Mostly. He’s also the most caring man I’ve ever known, aside from my father, and the most passionate. Donovan makes me blush from love and lust. His mysterious side keeps things interesting, too.
Aww. How would you describe him? My previous answer sums him up perfectly: protective, caring, generous, passionate, mysterious, and a complete adrenaline junkie.
Good match for a capable woman whose goal is to help others take care of themselves. How would he describe you? Strong, stubborn, (stubbornly strong?), and he’s often been quoted (by Chrys) as saying I’m “one of a kind.”
What made you choose being a self-defense instructor as a career? In high school, a girl I knew was raped and murdered. My friends and I were afraid for our lives, so we took self-defense classes. Afterward, I liked how strong and confident I became and turned into an assistant teacher. With my parents’ help, I opened my own studio. My goal is to help every man, woman and child defeat domestic abuse and to know how to defend themselves.
What is your biggest fear? Snakes. Period.
Us, too. Hope that's not foreshadowing. How do you relax? I curl up on the couch with Donovan. A cold beer and a movie…nothing gets better than that.
Amen, sister. Who is your favorite fictional character and why? Ripley from Alien. A woman who can take on monstrous aliens is my kind of woman!
Another big amen. What is the best piece of advice you ever received? The advice I got from Detective Thorn when I went undercover in a drug dealer’s house is definitely the best so far. I had never done anything like that. I didn’t know what to expect, so I felt much better after he walked me through things. Until I was in said house and face-to-face with Viper.
Well. We can't go farther without reading an excerpt, which Beth was kind enough to bring along for us:

The moment she realized Buck was shooting under the cars to hit her, the tire she hid behind blew. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to make herself smaller by pressing her body into the SUV. The Morse code of bullets hitting metal started up again. She could've sworn she felt the SUV shaking with the continuous beat of bullets slamming into it, except the shaking was below her feet. It started gentle but as soon as she noticed, it became violent.
She fell backward and struggled to get back up. Her body bounced up and down and rolled from side to side simultaneously, which told her the quake's epicenter was close. The origin could've been beneath the hotel for all she knew. A light came crashing down from the ceiling and slammed into the concrete floor with such power it exploded into a trillion stars. Glass shot out in all directions like the Big Bang. Beth screamed and covered her face with her hands as tiny pieces of glass bit the skin on her arms.

She fought onto her hands and knees and hugged the tire to keep from falling over again. The intensity of the tremors grew. The concrete below her feet didn't feel solid anymore. It felt alive, as if two gigantic gophers burrowed through the earth. The truck behind her slid with the vicious shock waves and bumped into her, pushing her roughly into the tire. She let out a cry of panic.

Wow. This has been great, Beth, thanks for visiting. We'd like to yak a bit with Chrys.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer and why? Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb inspired my romance writing because she is obviously the Queen of Romance. Who better to be inspired by? I love to watch movies when I write. A few movies that have inspired me are The Impossible, 2012, Hours, Twister, and Volcano.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? The hurricane that hit before SEISMIC CRIMES begins was based after Hurricane Frances that hit Florida in 2004. All of my experiences with that storms in in Hurricane Crimes. But there was an experience from Tropical Storm Fay that I was able to add to SEISMIC CRIMES. This scene involves a catfish that swam into Donovan’s smashed car thanks to the flood waters. In real life, I saw a catfish swim up to my front door. I think this adds a bit of much-needed humor to my story.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? I found The Wild Rose Press by researching where I could submit a romance story—Hurricane Crimes. I was desperate to get something published, so I put all of my hopes into an email and sent off a query letter. When I got the request for my MS, I was amazed and honored.
What project[s] are you working on now? Right now, I’m working on Book 4 in the Disaster Crimes Series and a couple of TOP SECRET projects. ;)
What's up next for you? The prequel to 30 seconds, which is titled 30 SECONDS BEFORE, should be coming out later this year (release date TBD). My editor/publisher currently had Tsunami Crimes (Disaster Crimes Book 3) and I’m waiting to hear the verdict. Contract or no contract. My fingers are crossed, because I feel Tsunami Crimes is the best book of the series.

This has been a great experience for us and we thank Chrys Fey for spending time with us. We can't wait for Tsunami Crimes to come out.

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Monday, August 15, 2016

Travel in Time from Georgian England to Turbulent 1960's Bolivia

. . . Leonora Harris fled her newly-wedded husband’s home in Georgian England, 1725, and took shelter in a cave during a rainstorm. She woke up in a cold, barren land and a handsome stranger with a mechanical carriage offered her shelter.
Undercover American operative Rodger Ramsey never expected to find a runaway bride in the magnificent Salar de Uyuni. Assigned to Bolivia to investigate Communist activities, he just wrapped up his two-year mission in 1963 and followed his heart to the salt flats one last time.
Sparks flew and attraction sizzled. The lost, stubborn woman kicked his protective instincts into overdrive. Rodger took her home with him, determined to help her before he returned to the States, and Leonora flourished under his guidance. Their hearts intertwined. He wanted her, needed her, but could he truly love a woman who believed she jumped two hundred years in time?
Will they find a way to stay together, despite the obstacles between them, or will Leonora survive in this strange new world alone? . . .

This week, Wild Women Authors welcomes Amber Daulton, author of Timeless Beginnings, a fascinating time travel romance set in the turbulence of Bolivia in the 1960's. First up is Rodger Ramsey.
Where are you from? I’m from Seattle, Washington but I moved to Washington D.C. after college. I took a job with the CIA and I created an elaborate lie to tell my family. I still feel guilty about that but I’ll do whatever I can to protect them.
Tell us a bit about Timeless Beginnings. I left the States about two years ago for an undercover assignment in Bolivia to investigate Communist activities. I took a cover job as an engineer for an oil company and made friends with a few criminals. My first-line supervisor scrapped the mission and told me to head home after I showed too much for sympathy and understanding for the plight of the labor workers in the country. Then I met Leonora and all my well-laid plans fell to dust.
What did you think the first time you saw her? This woman needed help. I mean, why would someone wear a vintage fluffy pink wedding dress in the middle of the Salar de Uyuni, a vast salt flat in Bolivia? She ran like a scared little rabbit and actually smacked me in the face when I tried to help her. 
What was your second thought? That I didn’t need this crap. I’m supposed to fly back to the States in a few weeks and now I have this strange British woman to take care of. She insists she’s from the 1700s for crying out loud. What am I going to do with her? Needless to say, it’s not how I planned to spend the rest of my assignment. But hey, what did I know? Leonora’s the best thing to ever happen to me.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? That’s a tricky question. My heart seemed to jump from my chest the first time I saw her. I needed her, wanted her, and she intrigued me on an unimaginable level. Yeah, I guess I did fall head over heels for her pretty damn fast but I fought the attraction for as long as I could.
What do you like most about Leonora? Her courage. The trauma she experienced before we met could’ve shattered a weaker person. A forced marriage, time travel through a mystical portal, the frigid cold of the salt flats and the fear she felt as she wandered around all alone at night. I want to pull her into my arms just thinking about it but she’s a strong woman. I respect her with every ounce of my being.
How would you describe her? Beautiful, inside and out. I don’t mean to be so blatant, but her sexy British accent coils heat in my veins. Her quirky sense of humor gets me every time and her sultry green eyes drop me to my knees. She’s the ultimate temptation. Sweet, spicy and innocence all rolled into one.
How would Leonora describe you? I think she’d say I’m the love of her life. In fact, I know she will. She’ll also say I’m stubborn, charming and too smart for my own good. It’s all true and I’m sure she’d love to give you a few examples of my pigheadedness. I’m definitely happy I left her at home today to do this interview with you.
What made you choose the CIA as a career? I have a Bachelor Degree in Chemical Engineering and a second one in Foreign Languages. I could’ve done anything with those degrees but I joined the agency to see the world and to make a difference for my country and our allies. It’s the early 1960s, after all. The Cold War looms, the USA is slowly freeing itself from McCarthyism and there’s trouble all around the globe.
What is your biggest fear? Before I met Leonora, my biggest fear was losing my job because my political beliefs didn’t fall in line with my superiors. With Leonora in my life, I’m worried I’ll lose her forever if she finds a way home to 1725. We still don’t know the specifics of how she time traveled and ended up in 1963 but we do know the ‘why’ of it. There’s an old legend that states if a person stumbles upon a dormant time portal and that person’s soul mate is in another century, the portal will open and he or she will travel anywhere in the world, in any time, to find the soul mate. Leonora found me, we fulfilled our soul mate destiny, but I’m still worried she’ll disappear someday and I’ll never see her again.
How do you relax? The best way I relax is to not think about my biggest fear. I like to read old books, lose myself in the analyst work I sometimes do for the CIA and spend time with Leonora. We want children so we spend a lot of time ‘relaxing’ in bed.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? I really like hard boiled detective Phillip Marlowe from The Big Sleep, both in the book and in the movie. Raymond Chandler’s detail to description in the book really paints the picture in my head and who doesn’t love Humphrey Bogart. He’s my favorite actor, by the way. You just can’t go wrong with a good ‘whodunit’.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? My father always told me to trust my gut instinct. I never would’ve met Leonora had I not woke up early one morning and took a drive to the salt flats. Anxiety pulled me from my bed and, though I couldn’t explain it at the time, I now know my instinct told me to find Leonora.
Rodger, thank you so much for spending time with us. Now we'd like to talk with Amber for a moment.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer and why? With movies, I love sappy romances, sci/fi, action and suspenseful thrillers alike. With books, I mostly stick with romances of various sub-genres. I’m always interested in different vibes, twists and ways to tell a story. You never know where and when inspiration might strike.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? I didn’t incorporate any grand event from my private life into the book but I learned a lot of interesting facts as I researched American ideals and life in Bolivia in the ‘50s and ‘60s. My political opinions do resemble Rodger’s, however, and I’m sure the rightist circles in the 1960s US government would’ve looked down on us to say the least.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? Books to Go Now opened its doors for submissions in 2010 and I joined them in early 2013 after a fellow author recommended the company. Timeless Beginnings is my seventh publication with them.
What project[s] are you working on now? I’m in the process of editing the fourth book in my Arresting Onyx series. The sexy, dirty-talking contemporary romance series will span five books with a stand alone HEA for each rough-and-tumble hero and their spunky heroines. The first book is out on call and I hope to have it picked up soon.
What's up next for you? After I write the fifth book in my Arresting Onyx series, I plan to edit a set of vampire novels currently unpublished. My poor vampires need a grueling overhaul but I’m looking forward to the task ahead.

Amber brought an excerpt from Timeless Beginnings--and here it is:
“I’ll do or say whatever you wish, illegal or not.” Leonora steeled her spine as the words tore up her throat. “I thought you trusted me. What can I do to earn it?”
Rodger ate up the distance between them with three long strides and shackled her wrist in his large hand like a manacle. She stumbled toward him. Tension permeated the air around him in waves of red-hot heat.
“Have you heard of the CIA, Leonora? The Central Intelligence Agency?”
“No, I have no idea what that is.”
“What can you tell me about the communist activities and alliances in this country?”
“Nothing. I don’t know. What kind of questions are these? What are you talking about?”
His head tilted to one side and his lips thinned. Rodger stared at her with a long, hard gaze even as she squirmed, the steel in her spine gone. Stress lined his face and the tendon in his neck throbbed against his skin like a tic. Minutes passed, or maybe just seconds, and air whizzed out through his nostrils. The anger in his face seemed to drain and he somehow looked older.
“How can this be? You told me the truth about everything.” He stepped back and stroked his fingers up her arm. “Though you squirmed under my gaze, you did so after you answered me and only because I intimidated you. You didn’t once respond with a typical facial or verbal nuance to indicate you lied. I feel the truth of your words in my gut and in my soul.”
“I haven’t once lied to you.”
“I just—I don’t understand. This is so unbelievable. I wish you could provide me with some kind of undeniable proof you’re from the past.”
“As do I, Rodger.”
“If we do this, you’ll stay with me until I decide otherwise. I’ll protect you. I’ll kiss you and touch you. You should know that right away. I respect you, Leonora, but I’m not a strong enough man to deny my desire for you indefinitely. I won’t bear my frustration and keep my distance anymore. Do you understand what I mean? I need to lay with you, again and again, with no regrets. Do you accept those terms?”
Rich honey poured into his every word, every syllable, and wrapped around her like a sweet promise. Blood thundered in Leonora’s ears and her lungs expanded with air to the point they might burst. The longing in his eyes scorched her.
Caught like a fly in a spider’s web, she nodded, her voice gone.
“Tell me, dearest. I need to hear the words.”
“Yes. Yes, I accept.”

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Monday, August 8, 2016

Sara Walter Ellwood is our guest

Wild Women Authors welcomes Sara Walter Ellwood author of Heartland: Singing to the Heart Book 3


     Sex, drugs, and country music. That was the lifestyle for Emily Kendall, a Texas girl who hit it big on the country music charts—until she found herself pregnant and battling addiction. Now out of rehab and seeking a new life for herself and her unborn child, Emily returns to her hometown of McAllister. The last thing she’s looking for is trouble, no matter how good it looks in uniform…
     A widower, single father, and former Army Ranger struggling with PTSD, Sheriff EJ Cowley has his own demons to battle while keeping folks safe. The last thing he needs is a troubled celebrity speeding through town in her bright red Maserati. But when someone from Emily’s past threatens her safety and the peace of McAllister, EJ has no choice but to protect her. And soon both will learn there’s more to the other than meets the eye. And that wounded hearts can love again…

     Emily refolded the two pairs and headed out to the display of jeans. As she put the pants back into their slots, she glanced around to see if anyone was close enough to see her. Her heart pounded in time with the fast beat of the song playing over the sound system as she reached the cubbyholes marked maternity. With another discreet look around, she picked out three pairs in her size and headed back to the tiny dressing room.
     The jeans fit perfectly, but how the hell was she going to buy them? She refolded the pants, tucked them under her arm, and went to the shoe section. While she looked for a pair of boots, she devised a plan. If she was lucky, maybe no one would notice she’d bought maternity jeans.
     “I personally like Justin boots, but I work in mine.”
      She sucked in a breath at the low timbre of EJ’s voice behind her. Was he everywhere in this town? Turning with a box of boots, she smiled. “It would seem that we have something in common then. I’ve always like them, too.”
     He raised a brow and a side of his mouth quirked up when he noticed the boots she’d chosen. A basic pair used mostly for riding and work. “You taking up cowboying now?”
She set the clothes she’d chosen on the bench beside her and sat to try on the boots. As she slipped off her flip-flops, she dug a pair of socks out of her purse. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I need a pair of boots to ride in.” She looked up at him with a smug smile. “Now that you know why I’m here.” She looked over his uniform. Tan polyester blend shouldn’t fit a man that sinfully well. “You’re obviously working. I want to know why you’re following me.”
      He rubbed a hand over his chin and averted his gaze. “I…eh… Saw you come into the store and wanted to ask if you’d join me for coffee.”
     Was he asking her out on a date? Trying hard and failing to stop her heart from speeding up at the possibility, she pulled on her socks. “I don’t drink coffee.”
     “Well, then I guess you’ll have to join me for lunch.”
      As she tugged on one of the boots, she looked up at him. His pewter eyes held a challenge in them. She pulled on the other one and stood. Damn, they were too tight. Ignoring the pinching of the boots, she put her hands on her hips. “Tell you what. You can drink coffee and I’ll drink tea, how does that sound? I had breakfast not too long ago.”
     He glanced at her feet, then knelt down in front of her.
     “What are you doing?” She took a step back, but he caught her foot.
     “You look like you’re trying to stuff your feet into a shoe three sizes too small.” He squeezed around her booted foot, then glanced up at her. “Boots are supposed to fit like a glove not a vise.”
     Holy hell, he looked hot down there. She couldn’t get enough air in her lungs.
     EJ stood and pulled the next size off the self. “Try these.”
     He was close enough that every breath she took filled her senses with his clean outdoorsy scent. How could a man smell this good?
     “Are you a boot salesman as well as the sheriff?” Did that husky voice belong to her?
     “I know something about boots.” He grinned, showing off straight white teeth and full kissable lips.
     Stepping back, she bumped into her pile of clothes on the bench, knocking them to the floor in front of him. Before she could bend to pick them up, he knelt and gathered up a pair of the jeans. When he shifted his surprised gaze to hers, she trembled as icy fear replaced the heat of attraction in her gut.
     She knelt next to him and took a deep breath. In a low tone, she said, “Yes, I’m pregnant, but I’m not ready to let it be common knowledge.”
     He refolded the jeans and set them on the bench. “Then your secret is safe with me. How were you planning to buy these? The clerk would see what they are.”
     She set a folded pair on top of the one he’d placed on the bench and shifted to sit beside them. “I know. I was hoping I could distract her enough that she wouldn’t notice what she was ringing through.”
     He leaned against the shelf of boots behind him. “Not a half-bad plan.”
     Needing to do something besides stare at him, she lifted one of the boots out of the box he’d given her and pulled it on. A much better fit. She slipped into the other boot.
     “You could let me buy them.”

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About our guest: Although Sara Walter Ellwood has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her contemporary westerns. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for over 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia. Sara Walter Ellwood is a multi-published and international Amazon bestselling author of the anthology set Cowboy Up. She also dabbles in the paranormal genre with her The Hunter’s Dagger Series, which was previously published under the pen name Cera duBois.
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Thursday, August 4, 2016

A Boy Wizard, son of an elephant herder

. . . A thousand years ago, the wizards of the Nynsa  failed to follow the prophecy of the Darksome Thorn, and now the greatest evil of their time has survived into the next age. 
. . . Now, the Darksome Thorn has revealed a new prophecy, and the very evil they failed to kill is working to use that prophecy to his advantage.
. . . Forces of evil run rampant in the land of Duskain. Ancient powers are stirring. A greater darkness is imminent and Skel, the foster son of an elephant herder, finds himself caught in the middle of everything. Will Skel's newly developing powers be a help or a hindrance?

For the next few days Wild Women Authors is pleased to have a unique visitor to the blog: Skel and Jeremy Higley, the creator of The Son of Dark. As usual, we'll go with Skel first.
What made you choose wizard's apprentice for a profession? To be honest, it never felt like a choice. My master started teaching me when I was only four. Back then, even though I was a small child, I always felt like the elephant herders were afraid of me [and] my foster father. Orihah was the first man I met who never seemed afraid. I had horrible nightmares back then. Orihah taught me how to quiet my mind and sleep peacefully. I've always associated magic and the learning of it with every good thing in my life...until now.
Knowing what you know now, if you had it to do over again, would you stick with being a wizard or do something different? Now that everything's happened, elephant herding is starting to sound like a promising profession. Quieter, anyway. And I know I'm talking about taking care of creatures that could squish me to a bloody pulp with the slightest misstep, but would be safer. I have to be honest though. Magic is such a part of me I can't imagine life without it anymore.
That's a brave response, Skel. Thank you for your honesty and courage. And speaking of courage, what is your biggest fear? I'm deeply afraid of doing the wrong thing. I don't like to act without thinking. This is actually an asset for a wizard, though. When it comes to magic, you really can't do anything without thinking because of how dangerous getting a spell wrong is. You're playing with the very fabric of your soul. You can't afford to make a mistake.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? My favorite fictional character from your world would have to be the Reluctant Dragon, mostly because he seems much friendlier than the dragon in my world.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? My foster mother, Talon, told me once that the light of one soul is enough to quench the darkness of an entire world. Knowing what I know now about where I come from, and having seen some of the dark forces in this world, it's comforting to think all that darkness can never touch me so long as I don't let it.

This has been an experience. Thank you for visiting with us, Skel. Now we'd like to speak with Jeremy. Which writer or character[s], from either books or movies, [or both] have had a major impact on your writing? I came up with the idea for this novel during my senior year at college. As a teenager I'd read The Rivan Codex by David Eddings, which suggests a formula for writing fantasy that I thought would be fun to play with a bit. So, as Eddings suggested, I started by building a world. Only after the world's geography, history, and theology were figured out did I start ironing out a storyline and a central quest for The Son of Dark.
With regard to research, where did you start for this novel? Did that lead you down different paths, thereby changing the original concept? In the early stages I was just writing down whatever crazy ideas came into my head. Heart-eating tree nymphs who keep were-perytons to be their husbands and live in a forest of black pine trees? Sure. A society of primitive humans who live deep underground and base their caste system off a large magical rock that reverses the gravity of anyone who touches it? Of course. Underwater humanoids who reproduce by splitting into two exact clones of the original, all of whom are descended from a single man who asked the gods for a way to ensure his memories never died? Better work that in too.
     The story itself evolved from trying to take all these ideas and fit them into the same world and time-line. Only once the world was big enough and coherent enough for me to envision it clearly did I start writing a story, and then the story would bring new ideas and I would have to erase what I'd written in order to work the new ideas in. None of my original compositions made it into the finished novel, but the ideas that mattered stuck around and will likely end up in future books in the series.
Tell us a bit about your publisher. How did you hear about them; what influenced you to submit to them; how is the submission process; what is the turn-around time from date of query to date of release? Class Act Books would have been a great place to submit my manuscript first, but my publishing strategy was actually to submit to as many publishers as possible as quickly as I could. That was the approach that writing workshops and mentors had all trained me for, and so the biggest obstacle for me was maintaining a positive attitude while all the rejection emails made their way to my in box.
     I found all these publishers through a website called, which has a long list of publishers who accept fantasy submissions. I literally just went down the list, and lucky for me Class Act Books was on there. In fact, because the list was alphabetical, Class Act Books was among the first companies I submitted to.
     If I could give any advice, I'd tell new authors that while there's no sense in waiting before submitting to another publisher, there's also no reason to give up hope if a publisher takes a few months to respond. I sent a lot of my first queries in November of 2015, and I didn't start hearing back from Class Act Books or almost anyone else until February of the next year. It often takes a few months.
We appreciate your honesty again, Jeremy. And the mention of will be very helpful to some of the visitors to our blog. What are you reading right now?
I'm getting started on my reading for grad school before class starts again this fall. Right now I'm reading Master Pip, by Lloyd Jones. It's a really heartwarming story so far, based around the experiences of children growing up on a war-torn island. Their lives are changed by an elderly white man, the only white man on the island, who agrees to teach school after everyone else has left. As part of his instruction reads to the students a chapter a day from Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens. Hence the title.
What's next for you? I'm working on Dead Forsworn, the tentatively titled second installment in the Tales of the Darksome Thorn series. It picks up right where The Son of Dark leaves off, and I'm really happy how the first few chapters have gone. My ambitious hope is to be finished with it sometime in the first half of 2017. Here's hoping.

Jeremy brought an excerpt from The Son of Dark:
Are you ready, Skel?” Orihah asked.

Yes,” Skel answered, standing and struggling to clear his mind. He’d been letting it wander quite a lot.

This is your first time working with light, but you should find it pretty simple to start out with,” Orihah said, beginning his lecture. “You don’t have sufficient power to move large objects yet without draining yourself, so you’ll be practicing with light a lot. Light is easy to manipulate because it doesn’t require much energy to move. You can bend it, reflect it, split it, turn it into heat, and do any number of things once you’ve mastered the words I gave you and how they relate to each other.”

Can I slow it down?” Skel imagined being able to hold a liquid moonbeam in the palm of his hand.

Yes, but you’ll only be able to reduce its speed slightly. Freezing light requires a great deal of energy,” Orihah answered. “I should also add an important caution. Never try to speed up light.”

What would happen?” Skel asked.

Do you remember your experiment with the elephant?”

Skel nodded. He’d exhausted his soul’s power three years ago trying to lift an elephant by its saddle. The attempt put him in a stupor for a month, alive but entirely drained of
willpower. Overexerting one’s spirit was a dangerous risk for wizards, whose power was derived from their souls.

Attempting to increase the speed of light would require far more power than simply lifting an elephant. You would undoubtedly kill yourself if you tried.” Orihah said. He
added with an ironic smile, “As would I, were I foolish enough to attempt it. Many wizards have killed themselves attempting much smaller tasks.”

Skel smiled nervously and waited for the lecture to continue. It was a simple task for a wizard to increase his own power. He simply had to grow his soul by performing
selfless acts. Orihah had an entire life of service behind him, fueling his power, while Skel faced his relative inexperience and immaturity every time he used magic.

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Monday, August 1, 2016

A little something to tweak your interest in our guest

We were so intrigued with the interview with Matthias, we asked Zrinka to send us a bit more information. We know it'll pique your interest as it has ours:  

     Kate Rokov's grades are plummeting. She needs to get the voice out of her head or she will flunk her finals in college. Matthias Zrin, a three-centuries-old immortal, born into an aristocratic family as Miles Rusinic, is enthralled with Kate. It is his voice preventing her from sleeping and her stubbornness is testing his limits. He wants her to write down his story to settle his late wife's Earthbound spirit. His tragic love story has become Kate's obsession since fifth grade during her summer trip to Rusinic Castle. 
     Their coming together settles the old spirit and breaks an ancient curse and, in doing so, a flame spanning over three centuries reignites and burns with wild desire.
     In this tale of two lifetimes and desire versus emotional need, both know some dreams will have to wait for the right time, but the magic between them is impossible to withstand.

And an excerpt:
     Life had its strange ways, presenting him with a chance to love her as she should have loved her centuries ago. . .
     He must learn how to bear a lonely life.
     As Kate had said, what kind of life could he give her? Of course she'd referred to Phantom and Christine, but Kate might as well have spoken of him and her. Yes, he could provide for he, but not give her his heart, and love without heart just wasn't love.
     A corner of clear plastic case sticking out of the pink wrapping on the passenger seat caught his eye. Kate had the CD in her hand when she left the car. She'd put the sound track in her purse. How had the case found its way back to the car? Perhaps she left it behind to make sure he would return it. No, she wouldn't do such a deceitful thing. She had promised she believed him when he'd said he would see her again. He placed the CD inside the glove compartment. He opened the door and set one foot on the concrete.
     Emina's ethereal whisper stopped him from exiting his car. 'The CD is a guarantee you'll pay Kate a visit.'
     His heart ceased for a few beats, pain stabbed at his chest. “Emina, my dove. You must not interfere.”
     'You promised me, Matthias.' Scolding in her tone made her voice louder.
     He sank against the backrest. How could he keep his vow when he spent every moment thinking of what life might've been had she lived. “That is one promise that will have to go unfulfilled. I can never love another.”
     'I will not cross over until you fulfill my dying wish. And there's a matter of karmic debt you created during your time with servant Kate. It must be repaid with this Kate. The imbalance in your life goes back over three centuries.'
     He raked his fingers through his hair. Karmic debt, the concept of compensating for the ill treatment of an essence during its past life had to be repaid to the reincarnated soul was not new. Emina was right. Her wish was selfless. She had thought of him and their children, wanting him to find someone who'd love them and who they'd love in return, and reclaim the balance in his life.
     'Open your heart and you'll see there's room for love. Kate is not just another woman. She loves you to a fault.'
     “This Kate is not the same woman I love--” He clamped his mouth shut before his tongue could complete the word. Preposterous to think he had loved a servant. “You saw me kiss her in the car?” Blood rushed to his head, What would she think of him?
     'You should be ashamed for allowing your stubbornness to get the best of you. Why are you turning your back on her, on love?'
     Her whisper faded and he strained to hear the last few words. “I'm not stubborn. It's a sense of propriety. Stay with me, love. Let me explain. Don't leave.” Desperation edged his voice and closed his throat. “With you gone, I fear the beast is stirring inside me,” he confessed, despite his qualms.
By not admitting the fact he hung onto a false hope that he imagined the urges and the voice every time he succumbed to desire for Kate warmth spread over his chest. 
     Emina's whisper echoed in his mind. 'The beast is part of you, has been for centuries. Without it, you wouldn't be where you are today. Once you allow yourself to love Kate, the entity reside in you will be placated.'
     Her voice faded. He waited.
     Had she gone or chosen to give him her famous silent treatment?   

Let's Visit the Dalmatian Coast

Wild Women Authors welcomes author Zrinka Jelic and Matthias Zrin from Zrinka's latest release, Rose of Crimson out of Black Opal Books. Welcome Matthias and Zrinka. First up is Matthias.
Where are you from? From a small town on the Dalmatian Coast called Kaštel Lukšić. Well, at the time of my birth, that part of the land was under Venetian rule, today it’s part of province of Dalmatia in Croatia.
Tell us a bit about Rose of Crimson. The story depicts my ill-fated story of forbidden that ended in double tragedy. At least that’s how the story was told for centuries, only I know it ended on a happy note.
What did you think the first time you saw Kate Rokov? I was astonished, but that’s mildly putting it. She was a spitting image of her great-great-grandmother.
What was your second thought? Oh, you see, I saw her through some kind of time rift, so seeing her from the 17th century in her 20th century outfit did not make much sense to me.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? No. Yes. Perhaps, definitely maybe. I just finished a difficult task of dismissing her grand-grand-grandmother from my service. I was heartbroken. I didn’t know what to think. My first thought was the servant Kate disobeyed me. Then I noticed the differences and…when her image started to fade, I quickly plucked a rose from the nearby bush and gave it to her.
What do you like most about Kate? Her pure heart and spirit that no matter what life throws at her, it doesn’t bog her down. Not for too long, anyways. And I know just what she needs to pull her out of it.
How would you describe her? Tall, slender, athletic, doe like green eyes that remind me of emeralds and her hazel hair like the color of ripened wheat.
Whoa, baby. That is some description. How would she describe you? I’d like to know that, too. I know she loves my muscular frame and her gazes lock onto mine. She said she could get lots in my crystal blue eyes. Okay, my cheeks are heating now. It’s not the kind of talk men like to debate about.
What made you choose medicine for a career? To understand and help the life of mortals.
What is your biggest fear? Bad things happening to my family. I’ve already been through too much. I’m overprotective, but at the same time I’m trying to be liberal.
How do you relax? With a good book, or just gazing at the night sky.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why? Don Quixote de la Mancha, because of his dry humor, he reads too much and therefore not sleeping, which caused (according to the character himself) his brain to dry out. He also believed every word of the fictional books on chivalry to be true, and he decides to change the world for the better.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Hmm, when you live 300 years, you receive many advices. There’s not one I can single out right now.
Thank you, Matthias. This has been very interesting. Now, we'd like to speak with Zrinka. What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer and why? Too many to list here, but I can narrow it down to: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, The Call of the Wild, and the list goes on.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? The struggles of my college days as a foreign student with all my friends back home.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? Black Opal Books already published my debut novel Bonded By Crimson which is now sequel to Rose of Crimson. It’s nice that both books are now available from the same publisher.
What project[s] are you working on now? I’ve started on a romantic comedy tentatively titled “The Wedding Date”, kind of a mix between My Big Fat Greek Wedding and the Wedding Singer. My previous novel, Gypsy Stone, that’s coming out on October 30th (my birthday), is a romantic suspense and it was so hard to write. I needed some goofy, silly story to counteract the heaviness of the Gypsy Stone.
What's up next for you? Writing and more writing, oh, and reading more fabulous books.

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