Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts

Friday, May 31, 2013

STONE CHAMELEON, Urban Fantasy at its best...


Today we feature STONE CHAMELEON 
by Jocelyn Adams...
For a FREE copy to review just answer the question at the end of the post.

STONE CHAMELEON, 
Nothing urbane about this URBAN Fantasy...





When a series of unusual murders point to Lou Hudson, Ironhill’s equal rights advocate, as the primary suspect, she has but one choice: find the real perpetrator before her trial begins or face execution.

Lou, the last of the jinn, survives by hiding her abilities after the rest of the elementals fell victim to genocide. As a preternatural pest exterminator and self-proclaimed guardian of the innocent, she’s accustomed to trudging through the dregs of society. Hunting down a pesky murderer should be easy, especially with help from the dashing and mischievous local media darling.


For Lou, though, nothing is ever simple. When she discovers the killer’s identity, to reveal it would unearth her secret and go against her strict moral code, resulting in a deadly catch twenty-two.

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Now to meet the author... It is great to introduce the amazing  Jocelyn Adams...
Your novel Stone Chameleon has recently been released through Museitup Publishing. Can you tell us a little about what inspired you to write this dark fantasy?  The blurb makes Lou sounds like an interesting character in a desperate situation.

Hi, Rosalie.  Thanks for inviting me.    

Normally I have a clear moment of conception for a story, but this one is kind of a blur.  

I knew I wanted to try out a different voice and reinvent a supernatural creature that wasn’t often written about, and somewhere out of those thoughts, Lou Hudson was born with her mixture of British and Canadian English.

She’s determined to smooth out the relations between human beings and all of the preternatural creatures that live in her city, all while keeping her jinn heritage a secret as her species was condemned and all but wiped out.  

Her lot in life has created an interesting blade she balances on, and because of it, she has become someone incredibly strong and determined to change the prejudices of the world.

She already sounds like an exceptional character.

Did Lou and her henchmen follow your plot path or did they take on a life of their own? Do you keep paranormal characters in check?

Oh, goodness, no.  My characters rarely turn out how I initially envision them.  I don’t plot anything, just have a name and a general description, then let my fingers fly.  

I struggled with Amun’s character (Lou’s potential love interest) and had to reinvent him a couple of times.  

Another main character in the book began as a straight-out villain who was only supposed to play a bit part, but has now become an integral part of the series.

  Sometimes I feel like I’m trying to walk a bunch of giant dog on leash, and sometimes all I can do is try to keep my feet under me while they drag me where they want to go.  J

Or two small dogs. LOL. I have two Cavalier King Charles Spaniels that create the same effect!

You spend time with a compound bow? What an interesting hobby. What is the most unusual experience you have had while shooting?

It’s a great hobby that gets me outdoors a lot in the summer.  When my hubby and I were in high school and shooting at our local club, we very nearly stepped on not one, but two skunks hidden in the grass.  By some miracle we weren’t sprayed.  Needless to say, we took a little more care while wandering the course after that.
Goodness that's a great incentive to watch where you put your feet. hehe. Thankfully we don't have skunks here! We still need to watch where we walk. :)

How much of your life is reflected in Lou’s adventure?
There was a lot of me in my first main character, Lila Gray, but only a little of me in Lou.  

We both have a love affair with toast and we’re attracted to hulking Scotsmen in kilts, but beyond that, we’re not very similar.  

It was a challenge writing her because her voice is so different from my own.

An interesting concept, Jocelyn, writing a character so different from yourself and to do it successfully. I think that is a skill in itself.

Have you always been a writer?
I’ve only been writing since late 2009, actually.  It wasn’t something I even considered trying even though I loved writing poetry and short stories in high school.

  It was one of those door closing, window opening kind of things that launched me into authordom.  J

What drew you to the Dark Fantasy genre?
Back in 2009, my career took a left turn, leaving me with copious quantities of time on my hands.  A friend of mine suggested I read the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton.  

That series totally ensnared me from page one.  It was the one that made me want to write.  I love dark and gritty stuff, so naturally that’s what I ended up writing, too.

Thanks for sharing a little about Stone Chameleon.
Thanks so much for having me.  It’s been a pleasure.

Now for a glimpse into STONE CHAMELEON.

Excerpt:
A flare shot over the rooftops to our left. I dove at Blake and slammed him to the pavement as another column of fire streaked toward us. The flames seared my back. The dragon bat was not a happy camper. Someone landed on my backside, crushing a grunt out of me and pounding my shoulder blade while Blake gasped beneath me.

“Bloody hell, Amun,” I said, before I realized he did it to put out the flames eating up my shirt. “Oh, I see. Thanks.”

He pulled me up, and the three of us ducked behind a car in the parking lot beside the Whip and Tickle, a vampire fetish-wear shop. The owl-sized bat swooped over us again, blasting an inferno that exploded the front window of the shop, sending studded leather and melted mannequins onto the sidewalk.

Three of the other creatures we’d hunted lay dead on other streets, the scorpion included, all by my sword when I’d been left with two options: kill or die. Twelve more were contained in three trucks. The bat remained the only unwelcome visitor in Fangtown. Other than us, of course.

“This is madness, Lou.” Amun panted beside me, his arms rising to shield his head as the bat exhaled on a Mini Cooper two cars over, the crackling and popping suggesting we should find a new hiding place.

“I agree with Mr. Bassili,” Blake said, his drawl worsening with his fright. “What the hell in a hand grenade do we do now?”

Rudy poked his almost translucent head out from behind the newspaper boxes he dove behind during the first fiery blast. The poor guy shook so badly I’d have been surprised if he could see anything. I gestured to him to stay put. “We’ve scared it, not something you want to do to a dragon bat.” A deep exhalation centered me enough to think. “I seem to recall the pecking order in a colony of bats. If we want protection from the dominants, we must present an offering of food.”

“And that helps us how?” Amun, his face blackened with soot and smeared with dirt, tilted to rest against the tire of the car, appearing as frazzled as I’d ever seen him. The sight induced a belly laugh that wouldn’t be contained.

He took on a strange expression of one eyebrow cocked and a half-grin, as if he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or offended. “What?”

I waved him off. “Nothing, I think I’m just losing my marbles.” Rising up enough to see around the car to Rudy, I shouted, “Rudy, do you have any rodents in your truck? Rats or mice?”

“No,” he hollered back, “but I can call some for you.”

I nodded. “As fast as you can.”

Flapping came from our rears. Crackling. A blast tossed the front of a car up until it crashed down on its hood, crushing a Mazda behind it.

“Move!” I shoved at Amun and tugged Blake toward the back of the fetish shop, since it was much closer than the front where flames still poured out of the broken window. Amun kicked out with a startling force against the wooden door. It took three tries, but it finally gave. My, but he was strong. We rushed inside and crouched behind a cement wall beside a set of stairs leading down.

“What do you want the rats for?” Amun asked with obvious suspicion. “Tell me you don’t want one of us to go out there and dangle something for that thing to come and snatch, probably toasting us to a golden brown in the process? Because I think I’ve grown a healthy dose of sympathy for marshmallows right about now.”

“Don’t worry, Amun. I’m going, not you. We just need to listen for Rudy to come back, if he hasn’t chickened out and run for the hills. Hopefully rats like to hang out here and aren’t snapped up for evening snacks.” There was a reason the umikan stuck to small, normal pests, other than his ability to talk to them. Although he’d deal with the scarier stuff when the need called for it, he usually didn’t have enough courage to fill a thimble.

“What?” Amun palmed his forehead. “You can’t be serious.” He gestured toward the door. “Have you been oblivious to the destruction that thing caused just in the last ten minutes? It’s pissed, and I don’t think it’s going to care about some little morsel you offer it.” His frown tugged at his features. “Why are you smiling like that?”

I shrugged, hopped up on adrenaline and enjoying the sight of the great Amun Bassili squirming. “This is what I do for a living.”

“You’re enjoying this?” Both of his eyebrows jacked up.

“Yup,” Blake said, rolling his eyes and chuckling from deep in his belly. “Weirdest broad I ever knew. Takes a bit of starch outta the ole manhood, don’t it?”

I wiped the char from my hands onto my jeans. “To do a job one takes no pride in is a travesty, in my opinion.”

At Rudy’s shout from beyond the wall, I said, “Stay here. Don’t come out until I call or you could send the bat into fits again.”

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About the Author:
Jocelyn Adams grew up on a cattle farm in Lakefield and has remained a resident of Southern Ontario her entire life, most recently in Muskoka. She has worked as a computer geek, a stable hand, a secretary, and spent most of her childhood buried up to the waist in an old car or tractor engine with her mechanically inclined dad. But mostly, she's a dreamer with a vivid imagination and a love for dark fantasy (and a closet romantic — shhh!). When she isn't shooting her compound bow in competition or writing, she hangs out with her husband and young daughter at their little house in the woods.

Links:

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To get a FREE copy of STONE CHAMELEON to review, just answer the question
What sort of creature is mentioned in the excerpt?
Email your answer to Caleathsquest @ gmail.com (no spaces) and I will contact the author.

Thank you for sharing a little about STONE CHAMELEON today Jocelyn. I love the idea of dragon bats. 

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Daughters of the Sea... addresses the topic of adoption.


Daughters of the Sea
A Novel by Julie Eberhart Painter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages 244
If you’d like a FREE copy of 
Daughter of the Sea, 
to review, 
answer a simple question 
  at the end of this post.




Daughters of the Sea is about a love that transcends time. Before 1769, the Tahitians had sacrificed a warrior. But two women, native girl, Kura, and contemporary heroine, Laura, are destined to become the brides of Maui, the shark god, 243 years apart.

The year Captain Cook arrived was the first recorded sighting of the transit of Venus. Cook was sent from Plymouth, England to find new lands and document the astrological event by triangulating from three of the largest islands in Tahiti.

At the transit of Venus in 2012, Laura, a contemporary French teacher travels to Tahiti to search for her biological father, the last navigator to read the waves. The girls’ parallel lives clash in an aura of mysticism. Laura is haunted; Kura is doomed. Laura’s romance could end in a tragedy similar to her ancestor’s.

Author Bio:

Julie Eberhart Painter, a native of Bucks County, Pennsylvania, has seven novels in print. Previously, she worked with nursing homes as a volunteer coordinator and later as a community ombudsman. In 1988, she joined Hospice of Volusia Flagler in Daytona Beach and remained with them for 17 years. Julie’s volunteer jobs were the beginning of her surrogate family that she expands upon in her WIP memoir. Daughters of the Sea addresses the question of how adoption affects Laura who has lived with the lie for 25 years, as told by someone who’s been there.

Time permitting (Laughter here) Julie’s hobbies include duplicate bridge, music, dance, reading and world travel. She reviews books for a prestigious online romance review site, and is a regular columnist for Cocktails, Fiction and Gossip Magazine, an online slick. Bewildering Stories has published nine of her flash fictions tales.

PS: The readers who would enjoy this book are adventurers and romantics. I was inspired by Nomads of the Sea, a TV program about the Polynesians leaving Tahiti because of overcrowding and tribal warfare to settle other lands, such as New Zealand, Hawaii, Easter Island and the Cook Islands, all of which we have visited.


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If you’d like a free copy of Daughter of the Sea, to review, answer this simple question.
Where is Daughter of the Sea set?
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and I will contact the author.

Thanks for being here today Julie... 




Thursday, February 14, 2013

LOVE DELIVERY A romance for Valentine's Day.


Let's celebrate Valentine's Day with a little romance. 
In order to do so we are looking at... 
LOVE DELIVERY.
Penny Lockwood Ehrenkranz has published more than 100 articles, 75 stories, two e books, a chapbook, and her stories have been included in two anthologies. 

She writes for both adults and children. Her fiction has appeared in numerous genre and children’s publications and non fiction work has appeared in a variety of writing, parenting, and young adult print magazines and on line publications. 


 She edits for three small independent publishers.  



Visit her web site at 
http:// pennylockwoodehrenkranz.yolasite.com.
Her writing blog is located at http://pennylockwoodehrenkranz.blogspot.com/

Her three romance stories: Love Delivery, Lady in Waiting, and Mirror, Mirror are all available from MuseItUp Publishing. 

Her middle grade novels, Ghost for Rent and Ghost for Lunch, will be released by 4RV Publishing. 

Her short story collection A Past and A Future is available at Sams Dot Publishing.  

Two picture books, Boo’s Bad Day and Many Colored Coats are also scheduled for publication with 4RV Publishing.



LOVE DELIVERY

Blurb:

A waitress in a donut shop, Ann is happy with her single life and her cat, Mittens, until she finds herself interested in Tom, the handsome man who makes deliveries to the shop.  Unfortunately, Tom comes with some baggage, including five cats; Maria, his vicious ex-wife; and Maria’s adorable daughter he calls Kitten.  

When Maria is hired at the donut shop and learns Ann and Tom are beginning a relationship, she does everything she can to tear them apart.  Will Ann and Tom’s love prevail, or will the evil ex-wife win in the end?  Love Delivery is a sweet romance, which will bring tears to your eyes and a smile to your lips.

EXCERPT:

“Here it is,” he said, steering her to a quiet corner. Candles lit the table. A bottle of red wine stood open. Tom held the chair for her, and then sat close so their knees touched. “Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked, reaching for the bottle.

“No thanks,” Ann said. “I don’t drink.”

Tom poured a glass for himself. “Here’s the menu.” He handed it to her.

“I know what I want.”

“What’s that?”

“Fettuccini Alfredo.” Ann shook out her napkin and placed it on her lap.

“This chicken dish is good,” Tom said, pointing to an item on the menu.

Ann grimaced.  Is he a control freak? I already told him what I want. “I don’t eat meat.” Her voice sounded harsh in her own ears.

“Ah, well, okay, then. Fettuccini Alfredo it is.” Tom called the waiter and ordered the Alfredo for Ann and a spicy chicken dish for himself.

I guess we don’t agree on everything after all. He drinks and eats meat, too. I hope he doesn’t drink a lot. Maybe we weren’t made for each other. Not knowing what else to do, Ann took a sip of water and smiled.

Tom smiled back. “You’ll have to come meet my cats one of these days. Tyra, a gorgeous, long-haired black female, is my bathroom kitty. Whenever I’m sitting in there, she has to be in my lap. There’ve been times when my pants have been around my feet, and she’s curled up in my underwear.

“Then there’s BeeBee. She’s a Siamese. When I first got her, I thought she liked to cuddle, but it turned out she was just scared. It took me a long time, with lots of persuasion, to get her to come close to me. Finally, I was able to pick her up. I had her in my arms, and I put my face down to smell her fur. Suddenly, she turned and bit me on the nose.

“I think my favorite, though, is Loki. He’s the smallest of the bunch. He has allergies, and if I don’t get him to the vet for a shot in time, he loses his fur on his rear quarters, right by his tail. He loves to ride on my shoulders. Looks just like I’m wearing a fur collar.

“Then there’s the two new ones, they’re the kittens. They haven’t developed personalities yet. You should always get two kittens instead of one,” Tom said when the food arrived. 

“Why?” Ann asked. Her face hurt from laughing at Tom’s cat stories. Mittens never did any of the things Tom’s cats did.  

While she ate, Tom continued to share funny stories about the cats and kittens. “Kittens play with each other so you don’t need to play with them. You can just sit back and watch them. When I have kittens in the house, I don’t even turn on my T.V. set.” Tom twirled pasta on his fork. He lifted the fork halfway to his mouth and stopped. “Looks like we have company,” he groaned.

Ann turned. Maria and a curly-haired blond child entered. Ann watched Maria’s smile turn to a frown. Maria pulled the child toward their table. Ann gulped. Now what? Can’t she leave us alone? How can Tom and I ever get to know each other if she’s always showing up? She pasted a false smile on her face and clutched her napkin tightly.

“So you decided not to listen to me,” Maria spat at Ann.

“Daddy!” the little girl cried, holding up her arms.

“Hi, Kitten,” Tom said, scooping the child into his arms. He gave her a bear hug, and she giggled. “I want you to meet my friend, Ann. Ann, this is Kitten.”

“Hi, Ann. Daddy calls me Kitten, but you can call me Catherine.” The child put her arms around Tom’s neck and hugged him.

“Hello, Catherine,” Ann said, finding her voice.

“At least you could have gone somewhere else, Tom. We always ate here,” Maria accused and pushed Tom’s shoulder.

Tom moved Catherine to his other knee and glared at Maria. “Do we have to fight in front of Kitten?”

“Hey, Mr. Nice Guy, you’re the one who left us, remember?”

Removing Catherine from his lap, Tom stood up and faced Maria. “You’re creating a scene. Why don’t you leave before things get ugly?”

“Maybe you should have thought about that a long time ago.” Maria poked Tom’s chest with her finger.

Ann watched in fear. Only moments ago, she and Tom were enjoying dinner. Maria’s face now looked hard and dark. She swore at Tom and poked him again. Then she shoved him on the shoulder.

Tom grabbed her hand. Maria spat at him and reached up, clawing his face with her other hand. 

“I hate you,” she screamed, grabbed her child, and ran out crying.

Tom turned to Ann. There were bloody scratches on his face. Ann dipped her napkin in her water glass and dabbed his cheek. “I’m sorry, Ann, I guess this spoiled dinner.” 

This is never going to work for us, not as long as Maria is in the picture. Ann nodded her head. “Sure did. I’m not very hungry now. I think I’d better just go home.”
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THANKS FOR Sharing Valentines Day with us...I hope  Valentine's Day is as Romantic as your novel!

Monday, April 9, 2012

CHARACTER Interview with GWILT...


Tonight the main character from THE CHRONICLES OF CALEATH Rosalie Skinner’s epic Sci fi Fantasy, was supposed to join us for an interview.
Apparently, he is still unavailable for a chat. Never the less, in his place we have Gwilt who has been involved in the story since the early days.



Interviewer: So Gwilt, welcome. It’s great to be in contact with you. Seems as though our main man is not available?

Gwilt: It’s good to be able to talk this way. Caleath is not here at present.

Interviewer: Never mind. We appreciate your time. Today we have managed to reach cross the dimensions and interview you for a Fantasy blog post?

Gwilt: Blog? Fantasy I can understand. Blog? Does it matter if your terms sound alien to me? I have nothing against aliens, mind, and have never let not understanding terms stand in the way of a good story.

Interviewer: Well, we are talking to Fantasy readers the series The Chronicles of Caleath. It is wonderful to have you online, willing to talk about this epic Fantasy novel. Since Caleath isn't here, would you be able to discuss the level of romance in these books. There is a rumour that there is very little. Lots of swashbuckling, adventure and conflict but not so much of the gentle art of romance. Do you see Romance having a part in the Chronicles?

Gwilt: (laughs) We can still appreciate when two people are drawn together. I don’t think that changes, no matter what else is going on around them.

Interviewer: There is that, though in this world a story revolving around those two characters is classified as romantic. I believe Caleath is a Fantasy hero, not a romantic one at all.

Gwilt: You haven’t met him then, have you? I think most of the ladies who cross his path would not turn him away, if he found time to spend in their company. At least that’s the impression I have. Mind, there are days when it would be wise not to cross his path.  

Interviewer: Tell me more.

Gwilt: Ahh, I’d rather not. Perhaps discretion is advised. Talking about Caleath or his romantic side is not in my best interests.

Interviewer: You are not afraid of him?

Gwilt: (clears throat) No. Not at all. I don’t want him to think his private life is under public scrutiny. He’s already dealing with that. Some days he deals, some days he doesn’t. Just lately, he’s been a little tetchy. I’d rather not have him find out later that we’ve been talking about him, especially if we were to mention Nasith.

Interviewer: He is not comfortable talking about her? Why is that? They seem to get along well enough after their initial animosity.

Gwilt: Isn’t it obvious? Caleath is besotted by the woman. 

Interviewer: Besotted, an odd term to use. Refers to drunken behaviour rather than infatuation.

Gwilt: Where Nasith is concerned Caleath might be better off drunk. I believe he would risk all to keep her safe. Despite knowing she cannot think of ever continuing a relationship with him, whenever her name is mentioned he becomes defensive. I do my best to make him see reason and he’s not an easy man to talk around.

Interviewer: Do you see him as a romantic hero?

Gwilt: He would never admit to such a thing, not aloud. I have seen him watching Nasith and I know better. If you talk to him, Nasith is not a subject I would broach.

Interviewer: That’s not giving me a lot to go on then.

Gwilt: Well, if you want to talk romance. Why not talk to me?

Interviewer: Forgive me, but I don’t see you as a lead romance in the story.

Gwilt: Ahh, but the real romance wasn’t actually set down on parchment. Probably because the term you use ‘falling in love’ doesn’t actually exist in our terminology. Caleath told me about the idea of romantic love. He said it was peculiar to old Earth. Most of the population of the planet strived to find their perfect partner in a fairytale type relationship. Well, if that’s the romance you refer to… I can tell you, there was another meeting of like souls during Caleath’s adventure.

Interviewer: And you have the details? Please enlighten us.

Gwilt: How long do you have? It would be my pleasure to tell you how I met Larissa. I am afraid the author of Caleath’s quest failed to realize people’s interest in true romance. Imagine neglecting to pen our story, in favor of his. Such an oversight. Still there is yet time.

Interviewer: I would be interested to hear your story. Was it love at first sight?

Gwilt: Love at first sight? I am not sure about ‘love’, but my heart quickened. Where my glib tongue usually delivered words flawlessly, suddenly I could not speak coherently. My senses beheld Larissa as a vision of unspeakable beauty. 
Her voice, lilting music, her scent as sweet as spring blossoms, uninvited my body trembled and blood thudded through my veins. From that first moment, I found every thought twisted toward arranging another meeting. Sadly, we parted within hours, but at no time since that day, have I thought of Larissa without the same quickening of my pulse and tight longing in my chest.

Interviewer: Sounds like love to me.

Gwilt: There you go. I could be your romantic hero.

Interviewer: So you could, if we had more time. Sadly our connection is breaking up. Perhaps another time. Thank you Gwilt. It has been a pleasure.
(transmission ends)


Saturday, September 6, 2008

Review of Bloodstone Castle by Mirella Patzer

My Review of Bloodstone Castle by Mirella Patzer.


From the prologue, Mirella Patzer creates the atmosphere of 10th century Italy, with all the tension and emotion of childbirth. In the opening chapters we begin to understand the drama of life in those times. Death, marriage and family loyalty are themes that play a large part in this story.

Duke Amoro Dragone the handsome hero, is told that his father’s dying wish is for the feud between the house of Dragone and the house of Monterossa, to end. His father wishes for Amoro to marry Morena Monterossa the only daughter of the family who own Bloodstone Castle. That the two families have been feuding for three generations does not deter Amoro in his quest to win Morena’s love.

There is of course a fly in the ointment, or the story would be short and sweet. Before his death, Morena’s father promised her hand to Ernesto of Savona. Morena knows of this betrothal and would honour her father’s wishes. While reluctant to accept the advances of Amoro, Morena finds herself charmed and confused by his attention.

Should she follow her heart, or follow her father’s wishes? Is Ernesto’s claim valid? Or is he only after the treasure that legend says is buried beneath Bloodstone Castle.

With two father’s murdered both Amoro and Morena are intent on finding their killers. Amid a tempestuous romance, betrayal, murder, rape and torture, Mirella Patzer weaves a tale filled with intrigue, passion and power. Her characters search their souls for an answer to the predicament they find themselves in. Despite devotion, love and ultimate sacrifice will Destiny bring them together or will Ernesto’s original betrothal keep them apart? Bloodstone Castle explores the depth of passions and how they dictate behaviour. Passion, love and lust all play a part as this tale unfolds.

I would recommend Bloodstone Castle for anyone looking for a romantic trip back in time. Amoro’s loyalty binds him to his father’s dying wish, but he remains thoroughly heroic. Morena matures from a virtuous maid to a passionate woman who discovers her own mind and is not afraid to express her opinions. The villain is devious and dastardly enough to satisfy any reader.