Author name: Gail
Roughton
Book Title:
War-N-Wit, Inc. - Resurrection
Publisher: Books
We Love, Ltd.
Website/Blog:
http://gailroughton.blogspot.com
Facebook (If you
want to share): facebook.com/gailroughton
Twitter (If you
want to share): @GailRoughton
Please tell us
about yourself with the following favorites:
Food?
I’m
a Mexican food addict. I could eat
Mexican five times a week. My
favorite’s chile relleanos (stuffed bell peppers) though I love chimichangas
and tacos and burritos, too. And
guacamole. I could eat guacamole
till it came out my ears.
Drink
(non-alcoholic)?
Non-alcoholic
would be coffee. Hot in the
winter, iced in the summer, but not the fancy kind. Black. And I
make iced coffee just by pouring it over ice cubes, nothing fancy. The funny thing is, my grandson picked the
iced coffee up at a very early age.
I think he was about one when he indicated he wanted some of mine. So I gave it to him. Didn’t expect him
to like it at all, it was black, as
in no cream, no sugar. And he was one. He loved it.
Been drinking it ever since.
Flower?
Tea
olive blossoms. They’re so light
and delicate and the smell to me is out of this world.
Day of the week?
Odd
as it may seem, I don’t think I’ve got one. Because I’m pretty much on the computer every spare minute I
have, no matter what day of the week it is.
Time of day to
write?
Anytime
I can.
Place to write?
On
my laptop on the kitchen table.
Season?
Fall. There’s nothing like Fall.
Holiday?
Christmas.
Color?
Red.
Animal?
Domestic? Dogs. Wild? Wolves.
Hobby?
Does
writing count?
Sport?
You’re
kiddin’, right?
Song?
I
love music and I have many favorites.
But if pressed for the one that unfailingly sends chills down my spine,
it would be Elvis Presley’s rendition of “American Trilogy”, the one that
combines “Dixie” with “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”. Those powerful, powerful, words, and
that black velvet voice, especially when it softens down to the “Hush, little
baby, don’t you cry. You know your
daddy’s bound to die…and all my trials, Lord, will be over…”
TV show?
Of
those on now, Bones and Blue Bloods. Past all-time favorites include Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel.
Movie?
Again,
I don’t think I could possibly pick.
Some of them would be the Lord of the Ring trilogy, Dr. Zhivago, Butch
Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Second Hand Lion, Fried Green Tomatoes, Forrest
Gump, Titanic, Desperado, the X-Men series, Sweet Home, Alabama – somebody stop
me.
Book?
You’re
just a glutton for punishment, aren’t you? Little Women, Gone With the Wind (note that was not included with my favorite movies), Exodus, Look Homeward, Angel, everything Robert
Parker wrote which means the Spenser, Jesse Stone, and Sunni Randall series,
the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich, Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde, Dracula – nobody’s stopped me yet?
Author?
Won’t
even go there.
Word?
A
general use word?
Serendipity. If it can be a
proper noun (two of em, actually) as in a place name, Opelika, Alabama. I just love the sound of that for some
reason. (I have family over there, can you tell?)
Quote?
From
Look Homeward, Angel, by Thomas
Wolfe. “Each of us is all the sums
he has not counted.” Don’t know if
“quote” means only one line, if not, the complete quote is: “Each of us is all the sums he has not
counted. Subtract us into
nakedness and night again and you will see begin in Crete four thousand years
ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas. The seeds of our destruction are planted in the wilderness,
the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a
Georgia slattern because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty
thousand years. The minute-winning
days, like flies, buzz home to death, and each moment is a window on all
time.”
Well,
you asked for it. I love the
acknowledgement of the intertwined connection between all time, all events, all
people. And no, I promise I didn’t
stop and look it up. Memorized
that a long time ago.
Now some easy
one-word answers:
Coffee or tea?
Coffee
Veggies or fruit?
Veggies.
Cat or dog?
Dog.
Plot or not?
Not.
Desktop or
laptop?
Whichever
I have available.
Pencil or pen?
Pencil.
Rain or sun?
Either.
Mountains or
ocean?
Either.
Plane or train?
Train.
Car or
motorcycle?
Car.
Run or walk?
Walk.
Casual or dressy?
Casual.
Indoors or
outdoors?
Indoors.
Reading: EBook or
paperback?
Either.
Reading: Short
story or novels?
Novels.
Theater or
rental?
Rental.
Vampire or
shifter?
Both.
Horror or
romance?
Both.
Tell us about
your new/latest release:
Title: War-N-Wit,
Inc. - Resurrection
Genre: Paranormal
Romantic Suspens
Blurb:
Resurrection. A secret society. Not everyone can join, just the elite
few who remember their past lives. Only
the Seer knows if those memories are truth or fabrication. There’s just
one problem. The new Seer is missing in action. War-N-Wit’s
new assignment is a blast from the past! But whose past?
Short Excerpt:
“This Tear of Isis thing. Say
it’s real. What does it do?”
“They. What do they do. There’re
three of them. If they still exist or ever existed. So what’s one of ‘em doing
in the possession of Hedgepath in a restored house on Jones Street in Savannah,
Georgia?”
“What’s Magic Man doing in the
middle of a hundred acres outside a crossroad like Quitman, Georgia?”
“Point taken. The Tears of Isis
are supposed to be just that, of course. Crystalized tears of the Goddess Isis.
Discovered in the Temple of Isis during the excavation of Pompeii in 1764.”
“Pompeii? Not Egypt?”
“Nope. Pompeii. Anyway, what
they do is, they allow anyone with any trace memories of a past life to view
them. Their past lives.”
“Seems sorta iffy to me. If the
viewer is the only one viewing them, they could claim they were anything—anybody.”
“Enter the Seers. One Seer for
each Tear. And they don’t see just their own past lives. When they gaze into
the Tear while another person’s holding it, they see the lives of the other
person, not their own.”
“For real?”
“That’s the story. Whether it’s
real, your guess is as good as mine. I’m too much of a skeptic. I’ve seen too
many things having nothing to do with magic, just with people, to ever blindly
believe any legend of magic without having the proof in front of my eyes. Or of
anything else, either.”
His voice had darkened. It
matched the shadows in the room thrown by the flickering flames from the
fireplace. That law enforcement background. I took it as further confirmation
of my suspicion that all of his experience wasn’t listed on the Bio page of his
website. I knew he’d seen things, done things, the ordinary person couldn’t
imagine and wouldn’t want to. And I’d never ask about any of it unless he
wanted to share. He continued, “So I don’t believe every magic fairy tale I
hear unless I experience it myself, or know somebody I trust did.”
I stretched my hand out and
picked up the picture again. “Interesting, though. Very pretty. The real thing
must be absolutely beautiful, full of changing colors. It even shows some of
the colors in the picture.”
Chad reached over and took it
from my hand. “Does it? I don’t see anything.”
I looked again. “Hints here and
there. Must be the lighting.”
Buy links
(Resurrection is an Amazon Kindle Direct Exclusive): http://www.amazon.com/War-N-Wit-Inc-Resurrection-ebook/dp/B008I5CQ4W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1343904296&sr=8-1&keywords=Gail+Roughton
Love Penny's questions and giggled at Gail's fun answers. Also love her war n wit series. Can't wait for the next one!! Best wishes, Gail.
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