Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Ghosts for Halloween: Ghost for Rent, Ghost for Lunch





In 2002, my first middle grade novel, Ghost for Rent, was published in electronic format by Hardshell Word Factory and was also available in POD format. When Hardshell Word Factory was sold, I was able to get my rights back to the story.  At that time, I had completed the sequel, Ghost for Lunch, and hoped to find a publisher willing to take both the books.  I was fortunate to find 4RV Publishing, LLC, a small family-owned traditional publisher.  Ghost for Rent has been re-edited to 4RV's exacting standards and will be released before the end of the year in conjunction with the release of Ghost for Lunch.  Both books will be available in print editions with cover art (and hopefully chapter illustrations) by the talented Aidana Willow-Raven.

Ghost for Rent received wonderful reviews from other children's authors, and I'm hopefully in it's newly edited version both Ghost for Rent and the sequel Ghost for Lunch will receive equally high praise.



GHOST FOR RENT
Blurb:

When their parents separate, city kids Wendy Wiles and her brother Mike find they have to make a new life for themselves in a rural Oregon community.  Wendy soon discovers the house their mother rented is haunted.  Fortunately, Wendy has made a new friend, Jennifer, to whom she can confide her fears.  Meanwhile, her brother Mike torments her and insists he’s the one responsible for the flickering lights and weird noises.

Plagued by ghostly apparitions and strange happenings, Wendy solicits Jennifer’s help in tracking down the true story behind the ghosts.  In a surprising turn, Mike has a change of heart and joins the hunt.  Can the three young sleuths solve the mystery of the haunted house?  Will the ghosts help them or hinder them? 

Synopsis


            This middle grade, paranormal, ghost story is aimed at youth in grades four to six. It is approximately 13,280 words, 10 chapters, and 65 pages long. The story begins when eleven-year-old Wendy Wiles learns her parents are planning to get divorced.  Forced to leave her beloved city home for a cheaper country place, Wendy, her mother, and her twelve-year-old brother move to rural Warren, Oregon.
            On move-in day, Wendy meets a neighbor girl who tells her their quaint country home is haunted.  Events proceed quickly as Wendy, her new friend, Jennifer, and Wendy’s brother, Mike, see ghostly figures dancing in the woods.  Despite Mom’s claims that “there’s no such thing as ghosts,” paranormal events continue to occur in the Wiles’ home. Meanwhile her brother Mike, arch-tease, torments Wendy, claiming he’s causing the unusual happenings.
            Wendy searches through library records to get to the bottom of the mystery.  Finally with Jennifer’s help, Wendy begins to unravel the truth. At last even Mike can no longer disbelieve and decides to aid Wendy in her search.  By the end of the story, the three young sleuths have uncovered an accidental death, a suicide, and a murder.






GHOST FOR LUNCH
Blurb:

Wendy Wiles best friend has just moved to California.  Wendy feels lost without the one friend who helped her solve the mystery of her haunted house.  Fortunately, her parents have reunited and she and her brother became closer since they moved from the city to the country.  Much to her surprise, a new neighbor soon becomes the focus of attention.  Jon’s parents have purchased a restaurant in a nearby town that is rumored to be haunted.

As soon as Wendy sees the restaurant, she knows the rumor is true. Jon, Wendy, and Mike become closer friends, and the three set their sleuthing skills to finding out who the ghost is who is haunting the old restaurant.  Strange voices, rattling pots and pans, a stench of rotting meat, frigid temperatures, and ghostly apparitions keep the kids on their toes.  Will they find the answers to their questions, or will the ghost stop the opening of the new restaurant?


Synopsis:

            This middle grade, paranormal, ghost story is aimed at youth in grades four to six. It is approximately 30,365 words, 13 chapters, and 110 double spaced pages.
            Wendy Wiles, her brother Mike, and her family have lived in Warren, Oregon for almost a year.  When they moved into their new home, they found it haunted. With the help of a new friend, Jennifer, Wendy and her brother solved the mystery of the haunting in the first book of this series, Ghost for Rent.
            This story begins as Jennifer and her family move to California, leaving Wendy bereft of her best friend with only a new kitten to help remember her.  Shortly after Jennifer leaves, Wendy and Mike meet their new neighbor, a thirteen-year-old boy, Jon Adams.  Jon is cute, and Wendy is attracted to him, but everything is thrown into turmoil when Wendy learns Jon’s family bought a haunted restaurant in St. Helens.
            Wendy, Mike and Jon soon become good friends.  Jon’s mother is a bit odd.  She loves ghosts and wants to learn more about Wendy’s experience.  She invites Wendy to help clean the haunted restaurant, hoping that Wendy’s presence will make the ghosts more active.
            Wendy agrees as long as Mike is there, too.  As soon as they arrive at the restaurant, Wendy becomes aware of the ghosts.  She sees shadows in the upstairs windows; she hears a young boy calling; she feels blasts of cold air.  Although Mike, Jon and Jon’s family are all there, too, no one else sees or feels anything.  Wendy is frustrated until one of the ghosts attaches himself to Jon’s dad.  It’s impossible to ignore what happens, and Jon and Mike both admit they now believe Wendy.
            The children embark upon a quest to find out who is haunting the restaurant and how Wendy, Jon and Jon’s dad are connected to the ghosts.  The children follow clues they find in old newspapers, a note left in the restaurant’s kitchen, and a ghostly apparition that causes Wendy to have a bicycle accident.
            By the end of the story, the children solve the mystery.  

Praise for Ghost for Rent
Chris Speakman, author 

First it’s separating parents, then moving (out of the city, no less) and now her new home is haunted??? 
What is eleven year‑old Wendy to do? Solve the mystery of the haunting ghosts, of course.

This is the simple basis for “Ghost for Rent.” However, there is more here than first meets the eye. Ms. Lockwood explores the emotions of one child; as Wendy deals with annoyance, hurt, anger, fear, not being believed, to finally being accepted. Emotions we adults tend to forget are very strong in our young. Emotions I can remember running through on a weekly basis with my childhood friends. However, I never lived in a haunted farmhouse. Wish I had.

It is the ghost story that brings Wendy and her teasing brother together. Even when their mother refuses to acknowledge what her own eyes are showing her, Wendy and her brother become more determined to uncover why these spirits are still here.

Why do ghosts haunt? What chains them to their old homes? Sorry, I’m not about to tell you, but the ghosts in “Ghost for Rent” will haunt you in more ways than one.

“Ghost for Rent” entertains on different levels. It is a read that brought me back to my own childhood and what I loved to read at Wendy’s age, a spooky tale with just enough scare without the horror. As an adult it’s a refreshing fright from the more sensual scares that seem to be the norm, today. More importantly, as a mother I can’t wait to share “Ghost for Rent” with my daughter and introduce her to the fun of being scared.

Thank you, Ms. Lockwood; I hope you revisit Wendy and friends.


Barbara Ehrentreu, author If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor

What happens when a city girl has to move to the country? How will she survive leaving her familiar apartment for an old farmhouse on the outskirts of a tiny town? To add to her troubles the house seems to be haunted. Is it possible that the ghosts are trying to tell the new inhabitants something?

In Ghost for Rent by Penny Lockwood, Wendy and her older brother Mike are forced to move to a farmhouse her mother has rented when her mother asks her Dad for a divorce. Soon she finds herself in the country. When her new friend, Jennifer, tells Wendy how she thinks her new house is haunted, Wendy doesn’t want to believe it. But soon, events change her beliefs and start her and her friend Jennifer on a quest to discover the mystery behind all the strange ghostly sightings at her new place.

The author involves the reader in the mystery as she puts you in the terrifying situations that the children face as they confront the apparitions that are desperately trying to find a way to communicate their message to the new inhabitants of the house. As each strange occurrence happens the reader can feel the same goose bumps the children feel as they encounter these ghostly presences.

Told in Wendy’s point of view the reader encounters the ghosts at the same time as she does, and as the real life story of the ghosts comes to light it is evident that this is not your usual ghost story. Intertwined with the ghost story is the uncomfortable experience of separation from Wendy’s Dad and her mother’s assimilation into a small town existence. The author writes of small towns with tenderness and makes the one in the story very inviting.

How do you find the answer to a mystery that is almost a hundred years old? Will the research unearth the answer? What is it like to see a ghost and be part of that experience? To find out you will need to read the book. You will find it a very fast and enjoyable read. Though it is written with younger characters, the story, which delves into teen age issues, should appeal to older readers as well.

Beverly Stowe McClure, author Just Breeze, Life on Hold, Tumbleweed Christmas

Ghost stories are some of my favorite books, and this one kept me turning the pages to see what would happen next.

Eleven‑year‑old Wendy Wiles’s life is falling apart. Her parents are talking divorce. Her dad leaves home. Wendy, her mom, and her older brother, Mike, move to an old house in the country. Wendy is one unhappy girl. An aspiring poet, she writes a poem about the unfairness of life. After all, poets are supposed to suffer, aren’t they?

As if she doesn’t have enough to deal with, Jennifer, a girl she meets who lives on the other side of the woods, tells Wendy the house they’re living in is haunted. Mike, as brothers delight in doing, teases Wendy, because he, of course, doesn’t believe in ghosts. Wendy’s mother also agrees that there’s no such thing as ghosts. But they don’t know the weird stuff that happens in Wendy’s bedroom.

Ghostly sightings and unsolved mysteries finally make even skeptical Mike a believer, and the children decide to discover the truth about a long ago tragedy. And what about Mom and Dad? How does their story end? I’m not telling.

Ms. Lockwood has written a chilling tale that once you start reading it, you’ll turn on all the lights and check your doors to be sure they’re locked, unless you’d like a visit from a ghost. This is a great story for middle‑grade readers who love a good mystery and the paranormal. The brother and sister relationship is true‑to‑life, and you root for the children to succeed in their quest. I think even older folks will enjoy the book. I know I did.


Happy Halloween everyone! Be careful when you look in your mirror tonight, who knows what you will see!







Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Kathryn Meyer Griffith, four creepy titles for Halloween


  





Halloween Memories
Treat or Treat, Robots and Candy Corn
By author Kathryn Meyer Griffith
1,100 words
I believe I’m lucky. I grew up in the 1950’s and 1960’s. Halloween was so different back then. Simpler. More innocent. Exciting. A true holiday for children. And I have memories I’ll cherish my whole life.
My family was large. I had six siblings, three sisters and three brothers, and we never had much money. My dad was a salesman and my mother, like a lot of women during that time, didn’t work outside the home…she was busy enough raising seven children. We were the poor family down the street with too many kids living in the shabby two-story spooky looking house. Our neighbors shunned us or felt sorry for us. But I didn’t care, I had my family to love me. I had Grandmother Fehrt, my mother’s mother, to fill our bellies with food when the table was a little too bare. I had my ambitions and dreams, science fiction and scary library books to read and pictures to draw (I wanted to be an artist from the age of nine). I frolicked in the empty fields riddled with deep gullies beside our house with my brothers and sisters or ran the dark streets and woods playing hide-and-go-seek. Sang to the moon on our rusty swing set in the backyard with my brother, Jim. Or, on a black and white TV set, watched Zorro, the Twilight Zone or The Lone Ranger on swelteringly hot nights in a house with no air-conditioning. Sweet days and nights. Poignant memories now that many of my family are gone.
Halloween was my favorite holiday, next to Christmas. I remember one, when I was about ten or so, vividly. It was cold and raining, but nothing stopped us four older children (the rest were too young that year) from going out into the neighborhood and collecting big brown bags of free candy. No, not when candy was so rare for us. My parents could hardly keep enough food in the house, much less buy us sweets. So Halloween meant a windfall of treats. Nothing kept us home on that night. We’d quickly eat the bowls of chili Mom would insist we eat as the sun went down. Another tradition. So we had some real food in our stomachs before the glut of candy came.
My mother, money being sparse as always, dressed us two girls up as gypsies, using her old costume jewelry and tying bright scarfs around our heads and waists. My younger brother Jon, wore an old sheet with cut out eye slots. A ghost. My other brother, Jim, had outdone himself that year and, out of two cardboard boxes and paint, had fashioned himself a robot. Wasn’t bad for an eight year old, either. Made it hard for him to walk, though. He stumbled a lot.
That night we traipsed through the wet woods, a short cut, to the rich subdivision down the road that – oh, my – gave out those huge candy bars at each door, huge homemade popcorn balls or bags of candy corn, my favorite. My grandmother had taught Jim and I a catchy song…G-i-n-g-a, G-i-n-g-a, G-i-n-g-a…Ginga was his name. Never understood that song but I think it was about a pet dog or something. Jim and I got so much good feedback, so many treats for belting it out, though, that at Christmas we were performing The Little Drummer Boy for anyone we could corner and sing to. The beginning of our later singing folk duo (so big in the 60’s) and then my short (my brother kept singing out as I began writing my novels) singing career, no doubt.
We had a great haul that night. Cold and rainy as it was. Frozen as our faces and fingers became. Maybe got even more goodies because it was so inclement. We went to all the houses, collected our booty, and esthetic at our bulging bags, at the end of the night, ran through the trees toward home. Trying to beat the rain, which had become a deluge, worst of the night. With noisy thunder, and spectacular lightning. It was sooo spooky. In the spirit of the night, we were sure something bad was following us. We ran faster. Our paper bags getting soaked as we cradled them against our shivering bodies.
Then, clumsy in his robot disguise (he kept bumping into trees because he couldn’t see) Jim fell over a tree limb and spilled his candy everywhere. As he cried, we scurried around trying to salvage what we could. Didn’t do much good. Too dark. The rain was too heavy. So the three of us promised to share our catch with him and we led him home.
As we were drying off and warming up, Mom and Dad smiled at our stories of singing for our candy and all the strange ghouls and monsters we’d met on the way; laughed over Jim’s mishap and gave us hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows to drink.
Then there was a knock at the front door and when we looked, there was Grandma Fehrt, dressed as a wicked witch, complete with tall black hat and long dress, cackling at us. Trying to fool us. But we all knew it was her. She dressed up every year and knocked at our door. Always a witch.
We kids hugged her and laughed, then sat at the table counting out (and oohing and aahing with glee) over our candy haul. We shared it with Jim, of course.
To this day I remember that Halloween with a wistful smile. Such good times from so long ago. I see my brothers and sisters young faces through the mists of time, remember the thrill of singing with my brother for the first time and the delight of the people giving us the candy in exchange for the song. I remember my parents and the love in that drafty old house we scampered back to. I remember my grandmother with her smiling witch eyes and painted face. Remember going to bed with a stomach ache because I’d eaten too much candy. Heck, I always did. And I remember those no longer with us. My father, my mother, one of my brothers and all of my grandparents.
My childhood, when I think of nights like that, is just a moment away. The dead are with me again. Ah, I’d give anything to go back in time and be with all of them once more. The way we were. Young and hopeful and with our lives ahead of us. Enjoying each other’s company…and all that good candy. 
Anything.

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About Kathryn Meyer Griffith...
Since childhood I’ve always been an artist and worked as a graphic designer in the corporate world and for newspapers for twenty-three years before I quit to write full time. I began writing novels at 21, over forty years ago now, and have had sixteen (nine romantic horror, two romantic SF horror, one romantic suspense, one romantic time travel and two murder mysteries) previous novels and eight short stories published from Zebra Books, Leisure Books, Avalon Books, The Wild Rose Press, Damnation Books and Eternal Press.
I’ve been married to Russell for thirty-four years; have a son, James, and two grandchildren, Joshua and Caitlyn, and I live in a small quaint town in Illinois called Columbia, which is right across the JB Bridge from St. Louis, Mo. We have three quirky cats, ghost cat Sasha, live cats Cleo and Sasha (Too), and the five of us live happily in an old house in the heart of town. Though I’ve been an artist, and a folk singer in my youth with my brother Jim, writing has always been my greatest passion, my butterfly stage, and I’ll probably write stories until the day I die…or until my memory goes.
        
Novels and short stories from Kathryn Meyer Griffith:
Evil Stalks the Night (Leisure, 1984; Damnation Books, 2012)
The Heart of the Rose (Leisure, 1985; Eternal Press Author’s Revised Edition 2010) Eternal Press Buy Link: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615722327
Blood Forge (Leisure, 1989; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2012) 
Vampire Blood (Zebra, 1991; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011)
The Last Vampire (Zebra, 1992; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition 2010) Damnation Books Buy Link: http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615722075
Witches (Zebra, 1993; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition 2011)
The Nameless One (short story in 1993 Zebra Anthology Dark Seductions; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011) Damnation Books Buy Link: http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615723201
The Calling (Zebra, 1994; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011)
Scraps of Paper (Avalon Books Murder Mystery, 2003…soon to be an Amazon Kindle Direct ebook)
All Things Slip Away (Avalon Books Murder Mystery, 2006…soon an Amazon Kindle Direct ebook)
Egyptian Heart (The Wild Rose Press, 2007; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011)  Eternal Press buy link: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724437  My self-made
Winter’s Journey (The Wild Rose Press, 2008; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011) Eternal Press Buy Link: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724604)
You Tube Book Trailer address: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZYCs2DVhHg
The Ice Bridge (The Wild Rose Press, 2008; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011)
Don’t Look Back, Agnes novella & bonus short story: In This House (2008; ghostly romantic short story out; Eternal Press 2012)
BEFORE THE END: A Time of Demons (Damnation Books 2010) 
Damnation Books buy link: httphttp://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615721313
You Tube self-made Book trailer with original song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0-U9c2Lwfo
The Woman in Crimson (Damnation Books 2010)
You Tube Book Trailer Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcRBvDI5G4Y
The Complete Guide to Writing Paranormal Fiction: Volume 1 (I did the Introduction)
Dinosaur Lake (from Amazon Kindle Direct 2012)
4 Spooky Short Stories (Amazon Kindle 2012) 

My Websites:
http://www.myspace.com/kathrynmeyergriffith (to see all my book trailers with original music by my singer/songwriter brother JS Meyer)

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Lindsay Townsend, An Older Evil




Author name: Lindsay Townsend
Book Title: An Older Evil
Publisher: MuseitUp Publishing
Twitter @lindsayromantic

Please tell us about yourself with the following favorites:
Food? Pasta
Drink (non-alcoholic)? Cranberry juice
Flower? Marigold
Day of the week? Any!
Time of day to write? Mornings
Place to write? Our study
Season? All of them.
Holiday?  At the moment I’m looking forward to Halloween
Color? Pink
Animal?  Seahorse
Hobby? Reading
Sport? Swimming
Song? Too many to name!
TV show? Ascent of Man by Jacob Bronowski
Movie? Beauty and the Beast
Book? Can’t choose – I like so many!
Author? As above!
Word? Yes
Quote?  From each according to his ability. To each according to his need.

Now some easy one-word answers:
Coffee or tea? Tea
Veggies or fruit? Fruit
Cat or dog? Dog
Plot or not? Plot
Desktop or laptop? Both
Pencil or pen?  Pen
Rain or sun? Sun (Rain at night)
Mountains or ocean? Both
Plane or train? Train
Car or motorcycle? Motorcycle
Run or walk? Walk
Casual or dressy? Casual
Indoors or outdoors? Outdoors
Reading: EBook or paperback? Both
Reading: Short story or novels? Both
Theater or rental?  Rental
Vampire or shifter? Shifter
Horror or romance? Romance



Tell us about your new/latest release:

Title: An Older Evil
Genre: Historical Mystery

Blurb: April, 1386.  Alyson Weaver, a widow of Bath, has already married five husbands and is still irrepressibly in her prime.  When a handsome young stranger is murdered in her meadow overlooking St. Michael’s church, she resents it when her admirer, mild bailiff Lucas Fletcher, warns her not to interfere. Lucas has been intimidated into not investigating, but by whom? After her maid Bela is killed, Alyson decides she has no choice but to find out.

Spring begins the pilgrimage season, and a motley group of pilgrims - including Alice Perrers, the notorious former mistress of King Edward the Third - are preparing to leave Bath for the shrine of the Virgin at Walsingham in Norfolk. Before they set out, one of their number, Brother Martin, a friar, confesses sensationally to the manslaughter of the handsome stranger, named as Jehan of Flanders. Brother Martin is joining the pilgrimage to Walsingham as a penance and Jehan’s killing is officially "solved." But Alyson is unconvinced. To her, Brother Martin is a pitiful puppet and someone is pulling his strings - perhaps Bela’s murderer? Taking her mischievous godson Oliver as her page, Alyson joins the pilgrims to find out.

Short Excerpt:

  Aware of the excited whispering behind her, she struck out across the beaten earth yard, past the shadow of her new timbered hall, to where her plump laundress was doubled over a cauldron of hot water, scouring linen with a scrubbing board. After leaving the sweating Willelma her ale, Alyson dipped through the yard gate and trod amongst the damp meadow primroses, daisies, and fresh grass. Clambering the steep chalk track toward Beacon Hill, the spring sun warm on her strong, high-coloured face, she had a splendid view of the young man working in the ash copse at the far side of her small hillside meadow, his back to her as he sawed fallen branches.

Alyson stopped dead, her free hand making the sign of the cross. By the rood, he was like Jankin! Those crisp blond curls and long shapely legs made the woodman a mirror of her fifth and youngest husband. Jankin’s luminous eyes and teasing mouth had charmed her more than spiced wine, music, or dance. But Jankin was two years dead, murdered in a tavern brawl.

Suddenly, Alyson felt the weight of her forty-five years. She trembled, her breathing quickening, though not from the climb. Ahead, the woodman sawed on, the bite of metal on wood louder than the raucous twitter of nesting birds and the bawling of street vendors down below in nearby Bath. Waiting for her grief to subside, Alyson looked back, thinking of her home, lonely at the edge of meadows. She had fragile memories of running as a tiny child through that rectangular block of cramped kitchen, old hall, and little buttery, then up an outside stair to a small private chamber—Mother’s sun-room, called a solar.

Alyson sighed, conscious of a dropping chill in her belly although the day was bright.

Buy links:
MuseitUp Publishing


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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Karen Rose Smith, Abigail and Mistletoe plus Giveaway


My guest today, Karen Rose Smith, is offering a fantastic giveaway of a $25 amazon gift card and a Smashwords coupon for one of her ebooks.  Be sure to leave contact information in your post.




AUTHOR:  Karen Rose Smith
BOOK TITLE:  Abigail And Mistletoe
PUBLISHER: Samhain
GIVEAWAY: $25 Amazon gift card and a Smashwords coupon for one of my ebooks--CASSIDY'S COWBOY

Tell me a little about your book.

ABIGAIL AND MISTLETOE is about the need for acceptance, forgiveness, and leaving the past behind. 

What gave you the idea for this particular story?

I had watched a talk show about a trauma make up artist who helped burn victims.

Are you a full-time writer or part-time, and how do you organize your writing time?

I've been a full time writer since I began.  I was determined to be published at the beginning and then to stay published as my career progressed. My manuscript in progress is always my main priority. I keep personal as well as contracted deadlines. I set a quota of pages each day. Editing comes next. Most of my other work time is spent on social media and promotion.

When did you first know you wanted to be a writer?

I've always enjoyed writing. In high school I wrote for the paper and began writing poetry. I started my first novel in college.

What do you hope readers will take from your writing? 

I hope they will take away feelings that matter. I try to write emotional stories that touch readers' hearts.

Which genres do you write, which do you prefer, and why? 

I write romance and mystery novels, romance and sci fi short stories.  I've written romance for 20 years and enjoy it. Recently I sold my first mystery series. I find them challenging in a different way. My mysteries will revolve around relationships as well as the murder and also have a touch of romance.

What is the toughest part about being a writer and how do you get past it?

The toughest part of being a writer is the need to keep up with social media and promotion. But I unplug from everything electronic at least once a week, go to my gardens when I need to recharge. Then I can return to the writing itself and enjoy getting lost in a story world again.

How much is your protagonist like you? How different?

I'd lie to think I have the same basic qualities as some of my heroines. They are compassionate loving and caring. But I learn from my heroines. I believe I've become stronger and more tactfully assertive because of them. I practice with them in all types of situations. So when I run into a similar dilemma, I've had a dry run! My mystery heroine Caprice definitely has more courage than I do. But...  I've only written one book with her so far. As her courage strengthens, hopefully mine will too!



What kind of research did you do for this type of story?

I spoke with a trauma make-up specialist and read books on the subject.

What about your book makes it special?

I believe the heroine and her line of work makes ABIGAIL AND MISTLETOE special.

What is your marketing plan?

My marketing plan is to do a blog tour, keep up my presence on social media (Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest) and advertise on a few preferred sites. I also have a newsletter and will encourage readers to sign up so I can keep them informed about my Wes and releases.

Where can people learn more about you and your work?

Romance website:  http://www.karenrosesmith.com


Karen's blog CATS, ROSES...AND BOOKS:  http://karenrosesmith.blogspot.com/

Karen's newsletter IN TOUCH:  http://karenrosesmith-ezine.blogspot.com/

Follow Karen on Twitter @karenrosesmith



Any tips for new writers hoping to write in the genre of your book? 

There is still a huge audience for romance and for mystery. Whether publishing traditionally or indie, you have to stand out for something particular. This is your brand.  My books are always emotional and are about relationships, both romance and mystery. Capitalize on your strengths, write the best book you can, and keep writing consistently to hone your craft.

Whats in the future for you? 

I expanded the boundaries of my romances into women's fiction in my indie published books. I'm exploring writing mysteries and loving it. I can see doing both for a long time to come.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Debi Wilder, Blue Moon Magic Series





Author name: Debi Wilder
Book Title: Blue Moon Magic Series
Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing
Buy links:MuseItUp Publishing

Twitter:  waMaxineDouglas

Please tell us about yourself with the following favorites:
Drink (non-alcoholic)? Diet Coke (fountain) / Diet Pepsi (bottle)
Flower? Bird of Paradise
Day of the week? Friday
Time of day to write? Generally after 10pm on nights when I don’t have to be to work the next day.
Place to write? My office
Season? All of them---they each have their own special reason for being.
Holiday?  Christmas
Color? purples
Animal?  Horses and Dogs
Hobby? Horses, travel, sight-seeing
Sport? Badger/Packer Football, Brewer Baseball, Hockey
TV show? My Friend Flicka and Fury (1950s/60s)
Movie? White Christmas
Book? They are all good – no favorite.
Word? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious -
Quote?  There are so many to choose from, but I do like this one:
If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. ~Toni Morrison

Now some easy one-word answers:
Coffee or tea? coffee
Veggies or fruit? both
Cat or dog? dog
Plot or not? Little of both
Desktop or laptop? both
Pencil or pen?  pencil
Rain or sun? both
Mountains or ocean? both
Plane or train? Plane (haven’t been on a train yet)
Car or motorcycle? car
Run or walk? Walk
Casual or dressy? Casual
Indoors or outdoors? both
Reading: EBook or paperback? both
Reading: Short story or novels? both
Theater or rental?   both
Vampire or shifter?  both
Horror or romance? romance




Tell us about your new/latest release:

Title: Blue Moon Magic Series
Genre: werewolf erotica

Blurb:
By the Blue Moon
Book 1
by Debi Wilder
Chastity Lynne Langford is turning 34 and she can’t understand her sudden fascination with sex. She can’t get enough, whether it was in her office or in an elevator, she wanted to find out what it was like to have a man make love to her. But being the eldest of three sisters in the affluent Langford family meant she had to be secretive and hide her hunger. What Chastity doesn't know is that the thirst for sex goes hand-in-hand with discovering exactly who, or what she is...the prophecy of three Princesses born within three years and the red-haired being the eldest and prized between them. Her perfect heart shaped face and yellow-green eyes held the promise of the lust level known only to those who possessed the ancient she-wolf looks.

Justin Matthews had been promised the eldest daughter of the Elite clan…a clan of superior werewolves who were more human than werewolf. Highly intelligent and well adopted into the world, Justin and the clan have lived among the humans for centuries. A world where a wolfen society survived among humans, living for the season of the Blue Moon. The rite of passage would soon take place where Justin would claim his lifemate, or die trying to protect her. Justin came to the States to claim his bride, but also to finish what had been left undone. Only Charles Langford knows that Justin is a direct descendant of Remington Sinclair, the first of the Elite clan. They must keep his identity secret until the night of the binding ceremony and he redeems his death in another lifetime.

With the season of the Blue Moon comes the likelihood of danger and death. The Beta clan and lowest form of werewolves is commanded by Rowan, a tough, bitter werewolf who hates the Elites and their superiority. The Betas, more werewolf than human, believe only the foretold red or blonde-haired girl babies born to the Elite clan in a span of 3 years would bring them into a world they only look at from the depths of the Brey Forest. The night of the Blue Moon would afford them the perfect opportunity to take the eldest of the sisters...Chastity Langford.

Excerpt:

“Daddy?

Chastity knocked at the door, pushing it open slightly. Her father’s office held the mysterious silence from last night…full of secrets yet to be told. The air hung heavy with what she could only describe as deception, fear and the unknown. She’d never noticed it before in his office, but then she hadn’t noticed a lot of things before her sexual awareness manifested. It felt like she was waking from a long winter’s nap these days to a world changed yet the same.

Disappointed her father had not yet come in the office as usual each day, she decided to sit and wait for his arrival at six. Alone with her own thoughts, she cased the room looking at it for the first time in her adult life.

Compared to the other offices in the company, her father’s resembled that of an aristocratic library. Dark, rich and definitely masculine, the room housed large leather chairs of hunter green and burgundy. Regardless of its rich elegance, Chastity much preferred the feminine tones of rose and mauve to greet her each morning.

The rather large watercolor painting on the wall behind her father’s desk drew her attention. She must have seen the artwork a thousand times and never really took notice of it before now. It was beautiful and soothing to her senses. The muted strokes feathery—soft and alluring.

The blue hues mixed with the dark grays and blacks heightened her senses. The full moon set high in the sky held a hint of blue to it. The moon’s rays shone down onto an animal sitting in a grassy meadow. Not sure whether it was dog-like or maybe even a bear cub, she got up for a closer look.
The painting drew her in the closer to it she got. The peacefulness of the landscape enveloped her soul, warming the unexpected excitement building inside her. The pale blue tones of the moonlight washed over a black wolf sitting in the meadow surrounded by the tall grasses.

Chastity lightly ran her fingers over the painted light as it washed over the wolf. A surge thrust through her...