Tuesday, February 28, 2012

New YA Author, Jan Fischer-Wade

Today's guest is an upcoming author, Jan Fisher-Wade whose first novel was released February 10th: Veiled Virtues.








AUTHOR:  Jan Fischer Wade
BOOK TITLE:  Veiled Virtues
PUBLISHER: Muse It Up Publishing

Please tell us about yourself? Thanks for having me Penny!  I am a Nebraska native and live in the country with my husband, two wonderful kids, and a pair of Irish Setters who think they are lap dogs. Besides being an author, I work full time as an attorney for an insurance company and also run a children’s consignment sale. All in all, I’m a pretty busy gal!

Tell us your latest news? I am very excited about the release of my debut novel, Veiled Virtues!  It was just released on February 10th. This has been an intense past few months getting is ready for final publication!

When and why did you begin writing? I began creative writing a few years ago as a way to express myself. I’ve always been an avid writer – legal briefs and such – but I wanted to explore a different aspect of it. I’m glad I did!

When did you first consider yourself a writer? About half way through my first draft of Veiled Virtues and determined to finish it, I realized that, guess what? I’m a writer! And you know what? I was right!

What inspired you to write your first book? Honestly, I wondered what would be the next enticing topic of YA books for teen girls once vampires and wolves became oversaturated. I couldn’t shake the idea of modern day English knights – and not just the title of ‘knight’ – but real fighting heroes. What would these strong, upstanding guys (and some gals) with sexy British accents be doing? What would be their cause? My imagination just took it from there!

What books have most influenced your life most? I have to say that in high school, East of Eden grabbed my attention as to how a novel can be moving and powerful. I loved how it created a movie in my head of a whole different world and I couldn’t put it down. It was the first adult novel I read and from then on, I was hooked!

What are your current projects? I am currently finishing the sequel to Veiled Virtues. The tentative title is Latent Legacy. I am also working on two screenplays and some ideas for children’s books.

What book are you reading now? To be honest, I haven’t had the time to read for about a year now! Between putting the finishing touches on Veiled Virtues and trying to get the sequel done, I unfortunately don’t have the luxury to read anything else.

Do you ever have problems with writers block?  If so how do you get through it?  I do have small fits of writer’s block. To deal with it, I start writing a later part of the book. Often times, this helps provide solutions to earlier parts, and gives me some direction as to where I should take those parts.

What was the hardest part of writing your book? Finding the time to write! I have a full time job and two young children, so spare time to write is hard to come by. I try to fit my writing in as often as I can, but sometimes it is challenging.

Do you have any advice for other writers? Writing a draft is only half the battle.  Proper editing is so important and can really shape and hone your work. I wish I would have known this before I submitted my first novel for publication!

Who is your publisher and how did you connect with them?  My agent, Jeanie Pantelakis from the Sullivan Maxx Literary Agency, had placed another author with MuseItUp Publishing and submitted my book to them. She thought it would be a good fit, and she was right!

How can we find you? Website, Facebook, Twitter, blog, etc. - please share your public links.
My website is located at: www.veiledvirtues.com
I am @veiledvirtues on Twitter
Veiled Virtues on Facebook






Excerpt:
“Can I assist you with anything in particular?”
It was the sexiest British accent I’d ever heard.
“Um, no,” I answered, feeling a rush of blood shoot to my cheeks. I pretended to be seriously browsing through some things called smudge sticks.
“What brings you in here today?” He started around the counter toward me, smiling.
“Just, uh, checking out some shops in town,” I stammered, and gawked at his lips and teeth fit for an actor in a toothpaste commercial. The outline of his chest muscles under his lightweight fitted navy t-shirt made my already warm cheeks grow tingly hot.
Wow, no wonder all the girls have crushes on him.
“Are you on holiday from America ?” he asked, apparently noticing from my American accent or lack of an English one that I was not British.
He walked closer to me. “Um, no. I’m, uh, house-sitting this summer for the Cooks, Nigel and Stephanie. Do you know them?”
“Dr. Cook?”
“Yes, and, um, her husband Nigel is an administrator at the school place, uh, cottage — I mean college,” I responded, tripping over my words and undoubtedly sounding like a bumbling idiot. He grinned.
“Right, sure, I know the doctor. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting her husband, though.”
“I’m house-sitting for them while they’re out of the country this summer,” I explained.
“So, American?” he asked rhetorically. “Where do you call home?”
“ Virginia . Charlottesville actually. Have you ever been to the U.S. ?”
“Actually, yes — New York City a couple of years ago, and Washington D.C. , where every good foreign traveler is obligated to visit.”
He continued talking about things he’d done in D.C., but my mind fixated on his perfect face and his lips as they moved and spoke words I didn’t really hear. Could this demigod be any more desirable?
“Well, so…” he trailed off, and a slightly awkward pause hung in the air.
“Um, Magog’s. Where’d you come up with the name?” I shriveled inside at my lame attempt at flirting. I bet everyone asked him that.
“Magog is one of the two legendary protectors of London ,” he explained. “Gog is the other one. They were mythical giants.” Just then, the phone at the back counter rang. “Pardon me.” He walked off to answer the call.
On the wall above a display of daggers, a substantial silver sword hung mounted on a blue, velvet-lined backing. A sudden urge to connect with the smooth metal surface of the blade overtook me. I stepped closer to reach up to it, but quickly pulled my hand back and looked around to see if any other customers had come in, and to make sure Gorgeous wasn’t on his way back. My insatiable need to touch it made me feel foolish, but I couldn’t leave this place without first having done so. I yearned to make contact with it. Once again, I lifted my hand toward the blade. As my fingers neared it, a low buzz became audible, like ringing in my ears, but I could feel this vibration radiating from my fingers, down my arm, and into my chest. Just barely, but it was there.
When my fingers finally connected with the handle of the sword, the buzzing stopped, and my vision went black. Fighting panic, I blinked a couple of times, and soon a picture of a circle of men in black robes appeared in my head. The desire to join them mounted because my presence could help.
No.
I sensed they were dangerous. I shouldn’t go with them. My grip was firm on the sword, but I wanted to let go. I didn’t want to be a part of this.
A low voice whispered coldly, “You will stay.”
“No, I want to go,” I faintly insisted, desperately wanting to rejoin the real world.
“Stay,” it said again.
“No!” I shrieked, and wrenched my hand away from the sword, causing my body to involuntarily fly back several feet, where I landed with a smack on the floor. My mind went black when my head hit the concrete, but this time, no vision appeared.
“Hey, are you all right?” a man’s voice woke me.
I opened my eyes to find myself lying flat on my back in Magog’s. The clerk knelt over me, and gently shook my arm. His warm touch gave me butterflies in my stomach.
I looked at my fingers, then back up to the object of my sudden infatuation on the wall. What happened? The sword caused a clip to begin playing in my head through some unnatural force, and it seemed so real…absolute confusion then consumed me.
“Are you hurt?” he asked. I sat up and rubbed my throbbing head.
“Oh, my head,” I said with a groan. “I’ll be fine.” My pride, however, lay shattered on the floor. What a wonderfully horrible first impression.
He asked me what happened, and I came up with the lame excuse that I almost dropped my cell phone and then tripped over something.
“Let me help you up,” he said, quickly glancing around to see what caused my fall.
I grabbed the edge of a shelf to steady myself and blinked my eyes hard a couple of times, hoping I wouldn’t pass out in his presence. The sound of the door opening sent a shard of pain through my temple. A dazzling blonde walked, or rather glided, over to us and put her arm around his waist. She looked thin, poised, and flawless.
“This is Avery.” He gave her hair a tender tug. “And this…,” he gestured toward me, “is the new American in town?”
“I’m Paige Stewart.” I held out my hand to shake hers, expecting her to have a weak grip. Instead, she shook my hand very firmly. “And I didn’t catch your name,” I directed toward Gorgeous.
“My apologies.” He laughed. “I’m Nathaniel. Nathaniel Brightmore.”



1 comment:

  1. Hi, Jan. Nice to meet you. Interesting interview. Thanks for sharing an excerpt from your book.

    Hi, Penny!

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