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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

TANTALIZING TUESDAY

Ravenous Romance and Home Shopping Network

Join Forces to Bring You

ESCAPE WITH ROMANCE


Leave a comment for a chance to win one of four books we’ll be giving away!


Voyage to a distant land where fantasy and passion ignite. The Escape with Romance Exclusive 6-Book Collection is a fascinating compilation of stories filled with infatuation, excitement and of course, love. These tales will evoke the internal fires that burn deep within us all. Choose from the 3 collections; the romantically nostalgic Historical genre, the futuristic and supernatural of the Paranormal genre, or the modern-day heroines of the Contemporary genre. Plus, if you can't decide choose the Sampler, which includes 2 books from every genre, so you can get a little bit of it all. Suddenly, reading just got a lot more interesting.

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Escape with Romance Exclusive 6-Book Collection Features:

Historical Genre:

• "Land of Falling Stars" by Keta Diablo; 192 pages
• "Force My Hand" by Em Brown; 192 pages
• "Kiss of Scandal" by Isabel Roman; 192 pages
• "The Mercenary Bride" by Jamaica Layne; 192 pages
• "Dark Desires of the Druids #1" by Isabel Roman; 192 pages
• "The American Heiress" by Roxanne Dent; 191 pages

Contemporary Genre:

• "Ripping the Bodice" by Inara LaVey; 192 pages
• "Nashville Heat" by Bethany Michaels; 192 pages
• "Hot on Her Heels" by Monica Newcomb; 192 pages
• "The Lady's Choice" by Trudy Doyle; 191 pages
• "Once an Obsession" by Bella French; 192 pages
• "Vital Signs" by Jamica Lane; 192 pages

Paranormal Genre:

• "The Wolfpact" by Jo Atkinson; 191 pages
• "Stilettos, Inc." by Lexi Ryan; 192 pages
• "Twilights Edge" by Jo Atkinson; 208 pages
• "Love in Space" by Lisa Lane; 192 pages
• "Haunted Seduction" by Morgan James; 192 pages
• "Loving Daylight" by Malia Sutton; 192 pages

Sampler:

• "Land of Falling Stars" by Keta Diablo; 192 pages
• "Kiss of Scandal" by Isabel Roman; 192 pages
• "Stilettos, Inc." by Lexi Ryan; 192 pages
• "Twilights Edge" by Jo Atkinson; 208 pages
• "Ripping the Bodice" by Inara Lavey; 191 pages
• "Nashville Heat" by Bethany Michaels; 192 pages

Reader reviews from the Home Shopping Network Site:

“I found these books to be well written and recommend them to anyone who loves romance.” Joan, Kentucky

“These books kept me up at night! I bought the Paranormal series and I loved them.” Karen, New York

“Some of the best romance books I've ever read! Every one is a page-turner.” Nightchick, California

“Historicals are my favorite genre. When a friend who frequents HSN told me about this, I had to order them.” Christinereader, New Jersey

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Force My Hand by Em Brown

Independent and always in command, Miss Darcy Sherwood holds her own among the cads and rakes that frequent the dubious gaming hall where she works. When she has the opportunity to exact revenge upon the man who wronged her sister, she intends to provide the arrogant Baron Broadmoor the biggest set-down of his life…by requiring him to be her suitor.

But when the Baron begins to play his role too well, can Darcy resist falling for the man she’s supposed to hate above all others?

Radcliff Barrington, Baron Broadmoor, has no intention of quietly submitting to Miss Sherwood – even if she does hold the deed that could ruin his family. He intends to turn the tables on Miss Sherwood. She must surrender the deed or surrender herself…
Passions flare to erotic heights as Darcy and Radcliff struggle to see who will submit to whom. And all bets are off as to who will win…


Dear Readers,

I'm thrilled to be able to share this story with you. I had a lot of fun writing it and hope you have fun reading it. My inspiration for Force My Hand was the lighthearted Regency era stories of Georgette Heyer (though the hero in my story is a little darker along the lines of a Bronte). If you're not a fan of historicals I hope you might give Force My Hand a try anyway. There's plenty of tension and steamy sex scenes for the adventurous, modern woman. And feel free to leave comments at my website,

Happy reading, Em Brown,
http://www.em-brown.com/


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Land of Falling Stars by Keta Diablo

“If you haven’t read Keta Diablo you haven’t lived!”—Crave More Romance

Diablo has penned a beautiful, haunting love story full of passion, deception, and danger that will leave you breathless and longing for more!—Night Owl Romance

About Land of Falling Stars:


Penniless, her parents and brother dead, Sophia Whitfield struggles to save her beloved childhood home during the Civil War. Another bluecoat staggers down the hill, but before Sophia allows him to rob and pilfer like the others, she shoots him. How was she to know it was Gavin, the dark knight of her youth, carrying secrets too horrific to imagine and a passion that ignites her deepest desires?

Greetings friends,

I can’t tell you how honored I am that Land of Falling Stars was selected to participate in ESCAPE WITH ROMANCE through the Home Shopping Network. Here’s wishing each and every one of you a blessed Holiday season. May all your dreams for 2010 come true.

Namaste, Keta Diablo
http://ketadiablo.blogspot.com/

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Love in Space by Lisa Lane

"Lisa Lane delivers a wonderfully intriguing, suspenseful and highly erotic romance novel that will keep you on the edge of your seat and wanting more even after the novel ends." –Talk About My Favorite Authors (5 stars)

"Ms. Lane embraced all that we love about sci-fi fantasy and heated it up to super-nova proportions. My question for Ms. Lane is, is this a long-term mission? If so, I'm applying for a boarding pass." –Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews (4.5 "cherries" and Best Book of the Week pick)


About Love in Space:

Captain Nora Bradley has full intentions of keeping her relationship with former classmate, and now First Officer, Robert Smith, purely professional when she hires him. Things begin to change, however, after bodiless invaders seduce the crew in their dreams, the entire ship becomes infected with a space flu that leads to orgiastic frenzy, and encounters with new alien races challenge all they know about sexual identity and social ideals.

As the crew endures, Nora can't help but profess her feelings for Robert… but can their love endure a mix-up with shape-shifters, the unexpected takeover of their ship, and intergalactic war?


Greetings! I’m so glad you could stop by. My most sincere thanks to those who have taken the time—blog hosts, peers, and readers alike—to support so graciously Love in Space and its fellow HSN releases. Love in Space is a sweet, highly romantic sci-fi space adventure, one I feel honored and privileged to be able to share with all of you. I am an avid fan of pulp science fiction, as well as the episodic space adventure (i.e. Star Trek and Red Dwarf), and it is with great pleasure that I come today to share my tiny contribution to these genres with all of you.

Lisa Lane
http://www.cerebralwriter.com/index.html

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Ripping the Bodice by Inara LaVey

"This pleasing story bears some resemblance to Northanger Abbey, with the heroine’s love of bodice rippers paralleling Austen’s heroine’s love of gothic literature."-- Romantic Times

"If you're looking for a big dose of fun to go along with your romance, look no farther than Inara Lavey's Ripping the Bodice. This story positively sparkles with wit and humor...Along with that humor, Ms. Lavey has given us an absolutely addictive cast of characters who are colorful and well-developed and almost larger than life."--Bookwenches.com


About Ripping the Bodice:

Got sex and romance on the brain? So does Cassandra Devon. She also has hard-boiled private eyes, dashing pirates, jet-setting super spies and other sexy rogues entertaining her in her surprisingly explicit subconscious. All these erotic daydreams make it hard to stay focused on Cassandra's current dilemma: namely, rebuffing the advances of Connor, a wild Irish rascal who wants to play the starring role in her fantasies. Cassandra is only interested in getting together with Raphael, the tall, dark and handsome man of her dreams. May the best romance hero win!

Hi, all! Ripping the Bodice was originally written as a screenplay back when my best friend and I thought we could make our own movie. Years later, I have three video tapes of footage and my book to show for it! I was (and still am) absolutely delighted to have Ripping the Bodice as part of Ravenous Romance's HSN ESCAPE TO ROMANCE collection. Watching Holly and the HSN hostess/product demonstrator holding up my book during one of the promotional spots is a definite high point for my year! I hope you enjoy all of the books in the collections, as well as the rest of Ravenous Romance's extensive and diverse collection of spicy romances for sale on the website!

Please come visit me at my website and blog at http://www.danafredsti.com/.

Happy reading! Inara LaVey

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Join us Thursday to read more about Ravenous Romance authors...

Monday, November 23, 2009

Mystic Monday

Hey there everyone!

Okay, I had planned on putting up a review of a couple of books today and discussing the ones I was going to be reading, but I haven't been feeling well and it's kind of gotten worse quickly today. My arm is a bit sore, making it hard to type, so I am going to make it quick.

I will make my book review post next week that much longer.

Books I will be posting reviews for (you'll find some info on Goodreads though):
The Harrowing by Alexandra Sokoloff
Give Up the Ghost by Megan Crewe
Thanksgiving at the Inn by Tim Whitney

I also wanted to discuss the following books that I was going to be reading this week in conjunction with Keta's posts and give you previews:

Ripping the Bodice by Inara Lavey
Haunted Seduction by Morgan James
Land of Falling Stars by Keta Diablo
Dark Desires of the Druids I: Murder & Magick by Isabel Roman

Okay, so now you know what I had planned for today. Sorry folks, but it's just not happening because I need to be getting ready to go to the doctor.

However, I will be doing all of this next Monday! Thanks for your patience!

Carrie

Sunday, November 22, 2009

SUPERNATURAL SUNDAY

Stephanie Adkins joins us today in the Moonlight. Please welcome her to Supernatural Sunday! Stephanie has several books currently released by various publishers. In Stephanie's release cache are Breathing Shallow from Liquid Silver, Resisting Kane from Phaze Books, The Wicked Flame from Cobblestone Press, and Between Heaven and Hell from Liquid Silver.

Like me, Stephanie has an over-abundance of testosterone in her life, but still finds the time to enjoy a good book from one of her favorite authors or a good movie. To learn more about Stephanie visit her site: http://stephanieadkins.wordpress.com/about/

Let's get to the juicy stuff and learn more about Stephanie and her books...

1. Do you have any favorite Thanksgiving movie or program that you enjoy watching every year? If more than one, tell us all of them!

They’re not really Thanksgiving movies, but my husband and I watch Christmas Vacation and A Christmas Carol every year around Thanksgiving. They’re our favorite movies, and they always put us in the upcoming holiday spirit.

2. What, if any, Thanksgiving traditions (decorating, gathering with friends and family for a meal, etc.) do you have?

Holidays are a hectic time for us because we spend most of our time on the road visiting family members. Besides our parents and Grandparents, we also have step-families that we visit so it can get pretty chaotic. I love it though. We’re all very close.

3. What was your most memorable Thanksgiving and why?

Most of my family members are musically inclined in some way or other so my favorite memories come from my childhood when we used to gather around the fireplace and sing carols. Since a couple of my Uncles passed away recently, those memories are more precious to me than ever.

4. Which do you choose: white or dark turkey, white potatoes or yams, green beans or corn, bread rolls or crescent rolls?

White turkey, white potatoes, corn, and bread rolls.

5. What, in your opinion, was the oddest food served at a Thanksgiving dinner you’ve attended?

Seafood (shrimp and crawfish).

6. Tell us 3 things you are thankful for this year, please. Wow … only three things?

There are so many things I’m thankful for I don’t really know where to start. First and foremost, I‘m grateful for my family. They are my life and the reason I take a breath each day. I’m also grateful for my friends (online and in real life), and being able to spend my days doing what I love … creating stories.

7. Just for fun, if you could be among any of the original members of that first Thanksgiving, who would it be, the Pilgrims or the Wampanoag (Native Americans)? Why?

My Great Grandmother was part Cherokee Indian so I would say the Native Americans. I would love to experience it through their eyes just once.

8. Considering that feast, what do you think that first harvest celebration meal would be?

If I had to guess, I would say deer and possibly some type of wild fowl.

Now, let’s get to your writing:

9. Why erotic romance? What’s the draw?


In my late teens and early twenties, I used to read a ton of romance novels. They were all wonderful, but there was a part of me that always wanted more of the intimacy. I didn’t want to read about a quick kiss here or a quickie lovemaking session there … I wanted more details and to see the depth of those emotions. There’s more to lovemaking than just the physical aspects of it. I think it plays a crucial part in every relationship, and on many different levels. I missed that in the books I read.

10. If you could describe your writing with a word or phrase, what would it be?

Passionate.

What do you want readers to take with them when they've finished reading your story?

I want my readers to love my characters as much as I do, and to feel like they’re a part of their lives. When I’m typing that crucial first kiss between my hero and heroine, my heart always races. I want my readers to feel that too, and to carry that with them long after they’ve read the story.

11. Have you ever written Thanksgiving into your stories? Why or why not?

I haven’t yet, but not for any particular reason. Only one of my stories has been centered around a holiday (Halloween). There are many stories left to be told though, and I just might sneak Thanksgiving in there somewhere in the near future.

12. Who decides what you write about, you or your muse? What kind of influence do you have over your story, or is the muse always the one basting the turkey?

Oh, my muse has always been in full control. She’s an ornery thing. When she puts a story idea into my head, she rarely lets me sleep until I‘ve finished typing it.

13. Have you ever based a character on a real-life person? If so, why? Was it simply to immortalize them or was there more to it than that? If you can, tell us the name of that person, please! We’re all curious here!

Okay, I’m telling on myself here, but my hero in Resisting Kane, Terence, originated from my crush on Warrick Brown from the TV show CSI: Las Vegas. LOL I’ve always thought he was so gorgeous, and when I typed the story, he was there in the back of my mind. Also, in my novella, Between Heaven and Hell, Elaina Richmond’s story is told from events that happened in my life, many years ago before I met my husband. Of all the stories I’ve written, that one is the most special to me.

14. What character did you have the most fun creating and why?

Civil War Union soldier ghost, Major Joseph Harland, from The Wicked Flame. It was the first paranormal character I’ve ever created, and I had so much fun with it. Before tackling the story, I did a lot of research into the spirit world, which was fun in itself, but to bring him to “life” was more fun than I ever expected it to be. I hope to write another paranormal story in the near future.

15. If you had the opportunity to meet just one of your characters in real life, who would it be and why? Which of your characters would you never want to meet under any circumstance and why?

I would want to meet Ayden McKenzie from my novella, Breathing Shallow, because he was my first hero. In that respect alone, he holds a very special place in my heart. I wouldn’t want to meet Jeff Brooks from Between Heaven and Hell under any circumstances because he was resurrected from someone in my past.

BLURB from The Wicked Flame:

How far would you go to set a tortured spirit free?

While preparing a haunted house for their town’s annual Halloween fundraiser competition, lovers Corey, Keith, and Landon stumble upon the ghost of Civil War Union soldier, Major Joseph Harland. When the Major mistakes Corey for the woman who murdered him during the war, he sets out to seek his redemption in ways they never dreamed possible.

But as his restless soul licks the flame in Corey’s blood, they soon realize that there’s much more to his story than meets the eye.



EXCERPT from The Wicked Flame:

As far as Corey was concerned, all of their hard work was paying off tenfold. Just when she thought she had seen the last of the townspeople, someone else would run by her and out the front door, screaming. Dressed in her witch costume, she stood at the foot of stairs and made sure no stragglers went upstairs to plunder around. At his grandmother’s request, Landon had roped off the stairway to keep everyone contained on the first floor.

The guests were led along the haunted trail first before entering the house through the back door. The path continued on through the candlelit kitchen, dining room, den, and then finally out the front door, which now remained open after some poor soul almost took it down trying to escape.

Landon and the rest of her coworkers were dressed in their costumes and scattered here and there about the house, ready to pounce as soon as someone walked by. After two hours, she’d heard so many people screaming that it didn’t faze her anymore.

Keith stood a few feet away beside the den door, dressed as a vampire. He hid his face behind his black cape, and when someone walked by, he yelled and lunged for them. It was funny to watch the expressions on their faces as they raced out the door.

“Madelyn…”

Corey’s back stiffened. The noise in the house did nothing to diminish that voice. By now, she would have recognized it anywhere. Looking across the foyer, she wondered if Keith had heard it too, but he was busy readying himself for the next victim to come by.

“Madelyn…”

It was getting closer. No sooner had she turned around and gazed up the empty stairway than the heat flooded her body and caused her to stumble backward. Grabbing on to the handrail, she steadied herself just as Keith yelled and another guest charged past her and out the door, screaming.

The warmth in her body smoldered with each passing second, but it never escalated to the point of being painful like the times before. Falling to her knees, she crawled under the rope and began making her way upstairs. His beckoning call was a magnetic force that refused to let go, like the cinder he kindled in her blood. Her feet felt like lead, but somehow she managed to make it to the stop of the stairs.

Glancing around expectantly, she inhaled sharply when she heard him breathing close by. It was a faint sound like the time before, but she could still make out his labored breaths, even above the noise that emanated from downstairs. The only light to guide her way was the moon shining brightly through the large bay window in the front bedroom, which also seemed to be where the sound was coming from.

When she walked inside the room, she looked for him, but he remained hidden. All that greeted her was the frigid air that embraced her whenever he was near. Loosening the black cape around her neck, she let it fall at her feet before taking off her witch’s hat and dropping it to the floor. She heard two sets of footsteps on the stairway, but she didn’t turn around when Landon’s voice interrupted the stillness.

“Corey…”

Before he could finish his sentence, every nerve inside her body painfully ignited all at once, causing her to scream and fall forward. In seconds, Keith had his arms around her and stopped her from hitting the hardwood floor.

“Madelyn…”

She heard Landon’s quick intake of breath, and Keith’s arms constricted around her body. She almost felt like crying. Finally, someone else could hear it too. Maybe she wasn’t going completely insane after all. Keith turned her around to face him. Even in the moonlight, she could make out his terrified expression, which did nothing to ease her own fears. Placing his hands at her face and neck, he very gently caressed her skin while she fought to hold on and wait for the burning to stop. After what seemed like an eternity, nothing happened. Her body was an incinerator, melting her slowly from the inside out.

“Keith…,” she begged. “Please…”

Through weary eyes, she could see the confusion and helplessness written all over his face as he rested his hands on her bare arms.

“You’re freezing again,” he exclaimed.

When he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead, she closed her eyes and drifted. She tried to focus on something other than the pain, so she listened closely for the sound of his breathing. But now, above the commotion from downstairs, it was difficult to discern his presence in the room other than the way he singed her blood and held her in his freezing embrace. He was there. She could feel it. But his slow, steady breaths…they were gone.

Keith lightly brushed against her mouth and slid his tongue along her parted lips. It was maddening. His hands and mouth were so hot. Why couldn’t he feel the raging inferno as it coursed through her body and made her tremble?
It was hard to believe Joseph could torment her more than he already had, but she realized with despair that this time was worse, much worse. With every fleeting moment, the fire grew until she prayed silently for him to just kill her and put an end to her misery. No matter how fervently Keith tried to caress the pain away, he refused to loosen his hold. She moaned in anguish as tears escaped and rolled down her cheeks. It was too much.

“Corey, please don’t cry,” Keith pleaded, cradling her head in his hands. He looked at Landon with desperation.

“We’re leaving,” Landon demanded, walking over swiftly and lifting her up in his arms. Weakly, she put her arms around his neck and held on. “The only time he tortures her is when she’s in this house.”

“Madelyn…”

As they made their way to the stairs, Corey inhaled deeply when she felt a strange sensation flow through her body. Even weak and disoriented, she could tell that it was different than what she had been subjected to. It was cold. Whatever it was didn’t distinguish the fire by any means, but it lessened the pain considerably. At least now she was able to take a breath without it threatening to rip her apart.

“Wait,” she pleaded softly against Landon’s throat. “Go back…please.”

The two men looked at each other, unsure of what to do next, but in the end they conceded and returned to the bedroom. Landon carried her over to the chaise lounge and set her down carefully. Gripping the sides with her hands, she closed her eyes and tried to stop shaking.

He knelt on the floor in front of her, but both men remained quiet as they watched her. The screams and laughter from downstairs traveled up the stairway, but there was so much going on inside her body and mind that the noise left Corey unfazed.

Keith left her side and walked over to the bedroom door to close it. The blaze in her blood had dwindled, but though it was no longer unbearable, it was still a fire. Landon looked up at her questioningly as Keith came to stand behind him. Reaching out, she placed a hand against Landon’s cheek and looked wearily at them both.

“Touch me,” she whispered. “Please.”




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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Starlight Saturday

YA Author Spotlight Presents...

Barbara Greenwood
Barbara Greenwood!!!

Just like some romance authors choose a certain era to focus on, Barbara Greenwood focuses her YA novels in the time of Pioneer America. She has written a wide range of books from how to handle public speaking (Speak Up! Speak Out!) to how to make some pioneer crafts (Pioneer Crafts). She has a also written some Canadian based tales (The Kids Book of Canada, Spy in the Shadows, A Question of Loyalty).

A Pioneer SamplerWhile Barbara Greenwood grew up in Canada and her Pioneer Series (A Pioneer Story (aka A Pioneer Sampler), A Pioneer Thanksgiving, A Pioneer Christmas) chronicling the lives of the Robertsons takes place in Canada, the way the stories have been written, they may as well have taken place in a pioneer U.S. location.

But the story that I want to focus on today is A Pioneer Thanksgiving. While this is a kids book, it can be enjoyed by those of all ages. The story is well constructed that younger readers won't get lost but not so simple that older readers will get bored.

A Pioneer ThanksgivingWhat makes this a truly great holiday book to own are the wonderful illustrations by Heather Collins and the recipes and factoids provided in each section. There is something for everyone in this book and is definitely worth a read!

Did you know that early harvesters thought that there was a harvest spirit that lived in the plants? I know I didn't, and that's just one of the interesting tidbits that you'll find within its pages. You can learn how to make a Corn Dolly, a Nutting Basket and homemade cranberry sauce from scratch using fresh cranberries!

All kinds of fun stuff, including games the pioneer children played!

Fun and educational for all, a win-win all around!

Now that you know more about the book, let's get to the interview with the author herself!

Q. In the U.S., we celebrate Thanksgiving with a large feast (akin to early harvest celebrations), family gathering and in some cases, prayer. Do you have a similar holiday in your country? If so, what is it called and when do you celebrate it?

A. In Canada we celebrate Thanksgiving on the second Monday in October. Here, it started off as a harvest festival and because we are a northern country, our harvest is in by October. In earlier days, when we were more rural than urban, Thanksgiving started with a Harvest Home festival in church with the altar or communion table decorated with autumn fruits, vegetables and plants. This would be followed by a family dinner with all the aunts, uncles and cousins meeting at “grandma’s” house. Today, it is still a time for large family dinners and most people still stick with the traditional turkey although ham has become an alternative.

Q. What, if any, holiday traditions (decorating, gathering with friends and family for a meal, etc.) do you have?

A. In my family, we meet year about at either my house or my sister’s house for a family dinner. Our children are all adults now, so everyone brings a dish to add to the table and the hostess makes the turkey, stuffing and gravy. We have a large farmer’s market in the city, so just to make it feel more like the olden days we get a fresh, free-range turkey for our “feast.” Decorating is not as lavish as at Christmas and usually has a maple leaf theme as the leaves are turning about this time.

Q. If you were to have a Thanksgiving meal with us, which would you put on your plate: white or dark turkey, white potatoes or yams, green beans or corn, bread rolls or crescent rolls? (If you have other ideas for a Thanksgiving feast, please share them!)

A. My personal preferences are for dark turkey meat, stuffing and gravy, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, broccoli or green beans and pumpkin pie for dessert. We have taken a family decision not to add bread to this large meal but to have carrot and celery sticks on the table instead. The younger members of the family also insist on having exactly the same meal every year because otherwise it wouldn’t be Thanksgiving.

Q. Tell us 3 things you are thankful for this year, please.

A. Two years ago, a few weeks after Thanksgiving, my husband died of a sudden heart attack. I am very grateful this year for the many friends who still remember him with love and who have told me so over these past few weeks. I am also thankful for the 40 happy years we spent together and the four children we raised together because the memories and particularly the children have helped my through the past two difficult years.

Q. Just for fun, if you could be among any of the original members of that first Thanksgiving, who would it be, the Pilgrims or the Wampanoag (Native Americans)? Why?

A. Probably the Pilgrims. They had to have been almost delirious with thankfulness at that first Thanksgiving. They had taken a tremendous risk in coming to a new land, they had suffered backbreaking hardships just to provide themselves with shelter and food, they had nearly died of starvation and miraculously here they were not only still alive but with a harvest that would carry them through the winter. Even though they all knew they couldn’t have done it without their Native American friends they must have felt the most terrific sense of accomplishment and relief.

Q. Considering that feast, what do you think that first harvest celebration meal would be? What would the meal be if it happened in your country?

A. In Canada the early settlers had potatoes, wheat, salt pork, fish and, if they were good hunters, game birds, so their harvest celebration would be a selection of all those foods set out on the table. A little later in their settlement history, they would also have apples, turnips and maple syrup to add some variety

Now, let’s get to your writing:

Q. Why YA Fiction? What’s the draw?

A. I write historical fiction, which I discovered as a reader when I was about ten, but which I really fell in love with when I was twelve and read Cue for Treason by Geoffrey Trease and Mara, Daughter of the Nile by Eloise Jarvis McGraw. Both books, despite their totally different settings, combined adventure and mystery in a way that made history seem heartstoppingly exciting. Both books also explored the ethics and morality of their characters’ actions, an aspect of storytelling that, I think, begins to intrigue young readers as they enter their teen years. I started writing my own stories about then, when I was 12 to 14, and right from the beginning they were stories set in the past. The past is a country that I found intriguing then and which I continue to find engrossing. It didn’t occur to me that writing would ever be anything more than a hobby until I was through university, had been teaching school for a number of years and was raising my own children. Because at the time, my life on every front involved children, it seemed natural to write for that audience. And because I had never lost my love of historical fiction my logical audience seemed to be Young Adult. Also, I often feel that I have never gotten beyond being that twelve-year-old in love with Cue For Treason and I’m really writing for the reader that was me all those years ago.

Q. If you could describe your writing with a word or phrase, what would it be? What do you want readers to take with them when they've finished reading your story?

A. I hope that when readers finish one of my stories they think “that was a cracking good tale.” I want them to feel satisfied that they have, for a short time, stepped into another life and lived an adventure that’s made them both feel and think. This is my test of a good story: as I finish the last page, I turn back to the beginning and start again – slower this time to savour it because the first time I read like the wind to find out what happens next. If I have no desire to go right back to the beginning and remind myself how this great adventure was introduced, then I know it hasn’t been truly satisfying. The best compliment a reader could ever pay me would be to say, As soon as I finished, I read it again.

Q. Have you ever written holidays into your stories? If so, which ones and why?

A. I have written three books about the everyday lives of an early settler family called the Robertsons. Everyday life on a backwoods farm in the 1830s was just work, work, work so to make the stories interesting I concentrated on moments of high emotion when something sad, scary, dangerous or very happy was going on. That’s where the holidays came in. After the hard work of planting, weeding and harvesting the crops, Thanksgiving was truly a joyous celebration. Not only was the backbreaking toil over for a few months but safely stored in barn and root cellar was enough food to carry them through the winter into the next growing season. They were truly grateful for that bounty and for this one holiday in their very hard lives, the dinner table was laden with food. But there were other happy times, as well. In A Pioneer Christmas the Robertsons are not just looking forward to a holiday meal. For families living on isolated farms, winter was their one time for visiting. Not only did they have free time, they also had roads frozen and coated with snow along with sleighs could skim safely, rather than the muddy tracks they faced in summer. And because my Robertson characters came originally from Scotland they also celebrate (in a Pioneer Sampler the first book in the series) Hogmanay, their name for New Year. This is a very important day in the Scottish calendar when the old year is swept out the back door and they wait for a dark haired visitor to bring good luck in at the front door. In each of my three pioneer books a story is woven around the relevant holiday.

Q. Who decides what you write about, you or your muse? What kind of influence do you have over your story, or is the muse always the one basting the turkey?

A. I like to tell myself that my stories are planned, but I know that, really, I am waiting for the muse. However, she doesn’t come without a little coaxing.

Because my stories are all set in the past, the coaxing takes the form of deciding on a moment in history that interests me, and then doing some general reading about that period. As I’m reading I have lurking at the back of my mind, three questions Who, Where and What? Among all this real-life action that I’m reading about I’m asking myself who might find him/herself caught up in this moment and faced with a difficult choice or problem? As the real-life events start to suggest possibilities for the fictional story, the muse starts to stir and, if I’m lucky, she’ll present me with enough intriguing bits and pieces that I can start writing. That’s when she really takes over. My best ideas always come when I’m in the middle of writing. As long as I can get started – and reading background usually does that for me – I can count on the muse to keep the action rolling. So, I choose the topic, then prime the pump to get the muse working.

Q. Have you ever based a character on a real-life person? If so, why? Was it simply to immortalize them or was there more to it than that? If you can, tell us the name of that person, please! We’re all curious here!

A. Everyone I’ve ever met has become grist for this writer’s mill and, just as the millstones grind fine, my imagination grinds those observations fine until a bit of this person and a bit of that person is combined to make a character. And a lot of that combining is done subconsciously. Even though I like to think I’m a careful planner, almost always the next character needed just walks out of the depths and is suddenly there. In Gold Rush Fever, my protagonist, Tim, is wandering along a riverfront street in Dawson feeling sorry for himself and furious with his brother who has rushed off leaving him to look after their baggage. He can hardly take in all the bustle of the little street stalls around him until suddenly he smells pancakes cooking and there at a stall is a girl pouring batter into a frying pan. I had no idea this girl was about to walk into the story but there she was telling Tim to hurry up and get his money out and making sarcastic remarks about city folk who are completely useless out in the gold fields. I had to scramble around to find a suitable name for her (Flora) but as she waved her spatula around like a flyswatter I realized she was just what I needed to perk up my protagonist and make a few sparks fly in the story. I don’t know who she was in real life but I have met a number of Floras – always ordering people around, often being annoying, but sometimes being just the catalyst one needs – so I think I was immortalizing the busybodies I have known.

Q. What character did you have the most fun creating and why?

A. I have the most fun creating some of the secondary characters. Even though I spend most of my time with the protagonist and have to find ways to make his/her interior life as compelling as the action I’m throwing them into, it’s the supporting characters I can really play with. I can exaggerate their eccentricities whether they are sharp-tongued, mawkishly sweet or just odd. For example, in Gold Rush Fever, when my protagonist, Tim, is about to try climbing a treacherous mountain pass on his way to the gold fields, he runs into an old man on the same trek. From the moment I named him Ned Mumby (secondary characters can have odd names as well as odd personalities) I could hear his drawling voice. “She’s some steep, all right,” he says surveying the snow-covered rocky climb, and from the moment I heard that I that I knew not only was he going to be Tim’s mentor but also that he would be both lovable and comic.

Q. If you had the opportunity to meet just one of your characters in real life, who would it be and why? Which of your characters would you never want to meet under any circumstance and why?

A. In my latest book, Factory Girl, I give my protagonist, Emily Watson, a problem to struggle with that is more difficult and upsetting than any that my previous protagonists have had to contend with. The year is 1912, a time when the children of the working poor were lucky to learn to read, never mind get a reasonable education. But so far, Emily has been lucky. She is a bright girl, doing well at school, and she dreams of staying long enough to qualify for one of the new office jobs opening up to women. But then there is a family crisis and Emily is forced to leave school at 12 to work in a garment factory. There she meets immigrant girls who speak very little English, are desperate for the pittance they earn each week and are easily exploited by the factory owner. Emily, too, needs that pittance or her family will starve. Even though she is appalled at the way the child workers are treated, when she is given a chance to speak out publicly, her first impulse is to back away. Bit by bit she summons up the courage to do what she finally realizes only she can do to help the other girls. I would like to meet Emily because she becomes a courageous, feisty girl, but I’d like to know her for another reason as well.

All my books have been illustrated. For this book, my editor and I decided, instead, to use archival photos of actual children working in factories. For the cover we discovered a wonderfully evocative photo of five girls posing outside a factory. The middle girl, who became Emily in my mind, stands, hand on hip, with a look on her face that says “Don’t mess with me.” This is the Emily I would like to meet, that real girl in the archival photo. Ever since I set eyes on her I’ve wanted to know how her life really worked out.

BLURB: A Pioneer Thanksgiving:

A Story of Harvest Celebrations in 1841 revisits a family I first created for A Pioneer Sampler. By the fall of 1841 the Roberstons have moved from their log cabin to the new, larger house they have just finished building. This year they will celebrate not just the new house and a good harvest, but by the time they sit down to dinner they will also be thankful for a happy ending to what could have been a tragic day.

I feel strongly that for children to become interested in the past, they must meet it first in an engrossing story. If they care about the characters and are anxious about their fate, they are more likely to take note of the historical background. For that reason, this and all my books start with a story. Between the chapters, as the story unfolds, are information pages that explain parts of the historical background that cannot be included in the fiction.

EXCERPT: A Pioneer Thanksgiving: Cranberries

Sarah sat in the little bedroom off the kitchen, reading to Granny. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want-,

A gentle snoring from the bed interrupted her. She sighed and glanced out the window. A blue jay swooped past, heading to a distant field. How she longed to be out in the crisp fall air! But after the noon meal Ma had said, “Granny needs a bit of company,” so here she was, cooped up in the house.

A soft drone of voices came from the kitchen, where Ma and Nettie Burkholder were making pies for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving dinner.

“She took to her bed the week we gathered in the wheat.” Ma was talking about Granny.  Sarah sat up and listened hard. “If only I knew what to do. The foxglove tea’s done her not one whit of good. I’m so afraid she’ll not be with us much longer.”

Sarah’s heart started to pound. Granny? Not with us? Surely Ma didn’t mean … A bubbly snort drowned out Mrs. Burkholder’s answer. Granny was awake again.

“My cup runneth over.” Granny’s voice was little more than a crackly whisper. “Such comforting words.” She sighed. “And the harvest all safely stowed. So much to be thankful for. D’you mind last year’s, Sarah? Och, what a feast we had to celebrate. And those berries! What were they called now? Your mother made such a good sauce.”

“Cranberries, Gran.”

“Aye, that was it. What I wouldn’t give for one more taste of that sauce. Well, my lamb, read on.”

Sarah is so upset at what she has overheard that she decides Granny must have the cranberry sauce she craves. But her determination almost leads to tragedy when her little sister follows her down to the cranberry bog. In this combination of fiction and non-fiction, the story of Sarah’s cranberry harvesting along with other stories of the family getting ready for Thanksgiving are interwoven with illustrated information pages about old-time harvest festivals, corn dollies, nutting, how to make bread and much else relevant to the tradition of harvest festivals.

For some non-holiday enjoyment, try the following:
Gold Rush Fever Factory Girl

Friday, November 20, 2009

PHANTASM FRIDAY

It’s kind of sad that we need a holiday to share the things we’re thankful for, but I think with the rush of life, sometimes we get lost in living and forget to appreciate all that we have. So, in honor of Thanksgiving next week, I’m going to list the things I’m thankful for:

My family. I have the perfect family. *cheeky grin* My family is perfect for me and perfect in their heads only. But, seriously, from my two sons to my husband they bring me joy each and every day. From the seriousness of my oldest son to the goofiness of my youngest son, my life is as near perfect as it can become. My husband and I will celebrate 18 years of marriage on November 30th, but we started dating when I was 17. We’ve been together a total of 20 years, more than half my life. Through all those years, even during the hard times, I’ve never regretted marrying him at the young age of 20. I’m a paralegal and I’ve worked many years with divorce cases, so I know our marriage could have gone sour, but somehow we’ve been able to keep the marriage alive. I am very thankful for our determination and commitment to keeping our marriage intact, part of that was growing together and making each other a priority. We still have date nights and enjoy one another’s company.

My friends, which includes both my internet friends and physically touchable friends. They’re both a huge source of support and I cannot imagine my life without any of them. My greatest wish would be to meet my internet friends in person.

My writing. It’s what keeps me sane, keeps me grounded and stabilizes my moods. Without my writing, I wouldn’t be fit to socialize. Writing is like a high-caliber drug or a meditation technique because writing calms me, erases the worries, puts my soul at peace and I never have to get out of my PJ’s to do it! And how awesome to be able to say “I killed someone today” and not go to jail for it!! LOL I also like the adventure of playing god and breathing life into my own little world of characters. That “god factor” is such a rush!

Noble Romance Publishing and the fact that they took a chance on me and published my book, Elfin Blood. My wish is that I won’t make you regret taking that chance!

My four-legged daughters, Rossi and Bama. They offer me comfort and love even when I’m a bear to live with. And when I’m at my worst, they have a way of bringing me back down to reality and pulverizing my moodiness.

The final thing I’m thankful for….COFFEE!! I am not a morning person, so coffee is the only concoction that makes me bearable in the morning. My advice, don’t speak to me before I’ve had at least two heaping cups of the dark, delectable brew! :D

You don’t have to be American to be thankful for something. So tell us all what you’re thankful for this year?

I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend and tell at least one person how thankful you are for them. I promise it’ll make you feel better!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

TWILIGHT THURSDAY


Please welcome author, Melisse Aires, in the Moonlight today. Melisse is the author of several books, including Tiger Juice, Christmas Wizardy Wishing Rights and coming in 2010, Cybot Awakened.

Melisse can be found at the following place:

Blog: http://melisseaires.blogspot.com/
Website: http://www.melisseaires.com/

Now, let's learn more about Melisse and her books...

1. Do you have any favorite Thanksgiving movie or program that you enjoy watching every year?

The only one that comes to mind is the old Waltons’ Thanksgiving!

2. What, if any, Thanksgiving traditions (decorating, gathering with friends and family for a meal, etc.) do you have?

I always make pumpkin pie with my mother’s recipe, which has less cloves and more nutmeg than most pumpkin pie recipes. No other pumpkin pie tastes quite right.

3. What was your most memorable Thanksgiving and why?

My first Thanksgiving away from home my freshman year of college is memorable. Four kids and I took off in a little old car, over McDonald’s Pass in Montana, and up a twisty two lane highway through a wooded lake area called the Seeley Swan. Gorgeous country, but not fun for winter driving. Two hundred miles in a horrible blizzard with icy roads. We crept home at 30 miles an hour. We were so glad to get home!

The following year my dad came to get me, and we landed in a ditch for 6 hours—one tow truck for the 200 mile stretch, and several cars already in the ditch. After we got to town we went out to dinner at the nicest restaurant!

4. Which do you choose: white or dark turkey, white potatoes or yams, green beans or corn, bread rolls or crescent rolls?

White, yams AND cream cheese mashed potatoes, corn casserole, bread rolls made with mashed potatoes.

5. What, in your opinion, was the oddest food served at a Thanksgiving dinner you’ve attended?
Don’t care for oysters in the stuffing.

6. Tell us 3 things you are thankful for this year, please.

1 My husband, who is diabetic, is in better health this year than in the past two years. 2 My three teen daughters are fun and responsible. 3 We have our jobs and home and are weathering the financial downturn.

7. Just for fun, if you could be among any of the original members of that first Thanksgiving, who would it be, the Pilgrims or the Wampanoag (Native Americans)?

Wampanoag!

Why?

They were in tune with their world.

8. Considering that feast, what do you think that first harvest celebration meal would be?

Roasted venison


Now, let’s get to your writing:

9. Why paranormal and futuristic? What’s the draw?

I’ve always loved speculative fiction—sci fi, fantasy, paranormal. I love the element of ‘What if?’ when plotting a story.

10. If you could describe your writing with a word or phrase, what would it be? Hope What do you want readers to take with them when they've finished reading your story?

That good people have good lives.

11. Have you ever written Thanksgiving into your stories?

No

Why or why not?

I’m not sure. I have written Christmas stories.

12. Who decides what you write about, you or your muse? What kind of influence do you have over your story, or is the muse always the one basting the turkey?

The muse sends me the initial idea and characters, the set up. The remainder of the plot is a mix of muse and my decisions.

13. Have you ever based a character on a real-life person?If so, why? Was it simply to immortalize them or was there more to it than that? If you can, tell us the name of that person, please! We’re all curious here!

No, but I plan to use my nephew’s wife’s hair. She has the most gorgeous, waist length, wavy dark auburn hair.

14. What character did you have the most fun creating and why?

I love all my characters as I work with them. Fantasy characters are always fun.

15. If you had the opportunity to meet just one of your characters in real life, who would it be and why?

Daniel, High Wizard of the Earth—he’s an amazing wizard and all around nice guy. Which of your characters would you never want to meet under any circumstance and why? Kaphan, a famine demon, who would kill me.



BLURB:

Darlene is a devoted single mother of a certain age. She has built her life around her son, but now he is growing up too fast. One night she sees an ominous IM message and heads to a party to drag her son home. She finds Brian near death, and is attacked by a vampire.

Vare, head of his vampire clan, routinely dusts rogue vampires in his territory. He rescues Darlene, and something about the heartbroken mother compels him to transform her son. In return, Darlene feeds him, unleashing a passionate bond.

They come from such different worlds, should they pursue their feelings for each other?




EXCERPT:

A vampire? Darlene stared in confusion at the teeth. They looked so real. So deadly. She tried to kick and squirm away, but the woman just smirked at her and tightened the grip of the steel-like hands around Darlene's neck, cutting off all breath. The dim light of the room went darker.

Suddenly, the woman's grip evaporated and Darlene fell hard to the floor. The woman turned grey, and crumbled to the floor into a pile of fine dust.

Darlene gasped for breath, her throat aching as well as the rest of her body from the sudden fall to the concrete floor. She stared up at a man who stood where the vampire woman had been. He was tall and broad shouldered, dressed in a long sleeved black knit shirt and black jeans. Blond, wavy hair, cut close around the ears, framed an impossibly handsome face with high cheekbones, a square jaw, and full lips. His eyes were bright blue visible even in the dim light, long lashed and tilted upwards similar to a cat. His presence seemed as bizarre as the vampire woman. Darlene shook her head and tried to pull herself together.

“Leave,” he ordered in a hard voice.

“My son! I need to call 911.” Her voice came out in a harsh croak, her throat hurt when she talked. She got up on her knees and reached for her cell but a sharp kick from the man sent it flying across the room. She collapsed onto the floor and moaned, realizing he must be another one. A vampire. She crawled onto the bed and embraced her son, weeping. At least we’ll die together.

The blond man brushed her out of the way and examined Brian. “Too late,” he said in the same hard tone.

“No!” She cried in horror at his words but she knew he was right. She could see the twin puncture holes over Brian’s jugular. She swayed, almost falling off the bed. “He's my son! He’s only seventeen,” she pleaded, needing to stay with Brian.

The man grabbed her with strength she recognized as inhuman, and one hard hand on her jaw forced her to look into his face for a long moment. “I can give him life, but it won't be the same,” he finally spoke. “It won't be human life. It is too late for that. The boy will have to live with me. Or he'll turn into a monster like the woman I just dusted. Is this what you want? He will be a vampire.”

Hope, pure and sharp, filled her. She looked into the man’s hard blue eyes, and thought she saw a flicker of compassion deep in the depths. “I want Brian alive! I don't care what you have to do.”

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

}Wistful Wednesday{
An Attitude of Gratitude

Each year, as we head into the holiday season, we are often encouraged to take stock of what we are grateful for. It is a good opportunity for us to do an emotional house cleaning and put some things in perspective. Although this is a grand tradition, personally, I believe we shouldn't relegate this to one day of the year - or even one month. I think this is something we should do on a daily basis. Each night, before we go to bed, we should take a little time to express our gratitude for the blessings we received that day.

The blessings may be small - such as having a sick-free day - or the blessings may be grand - such as getting a raise or a new car. Or they may be something somewhere in between. Whatever they are, the blessings are there, making each day bearable, a prelude to the next. With all of the strife that is facing our country now, all of the added burdens we deal with every day, it so much more important than ever to have an attitude of gratitude.

So what am I grateful for?

1. I am grateful for the fact that, despite my own health issues, I am still well enough to take care of my family. I'm still there for my mother, who has no other means to run her own errands and get to her doctors' appointments. I am there for my younger daughter, who has her own issues and needs to see a variety of professionals to help her with them. I am there for my older daughter, who needs me to go get her from college as she doesn't have her own car yet, and who sometimes, just needs to talk to Mom. And I am there for my siblings, who sometimes just need to talk to someone about their own issues.

2. I am grateful for the fact that I have a roof over my head and the means to keep it there. Whenever I watch the news and see reports of people losing their homes, I remember a time when I was in that position and wondered when - or if - I would ever have a place to call my own again.

3. I am grateful for the fact that I have such a loving and supportive family, and that if I need them, they are only a phone call away.

4. And I'm grateful for the fact that I have a great network of friends, especially my Moonlight ladies, Carrie and Gracen, who make me smile, get me to think, and support me as I pursue this crazy thing called writing. I am so grateful that I can send them an email about anything at any time and they will always have a response for me. They are always there to make me feel better when I face disappointment, encourage me when I try something new - and take me to task when I keep them waiting on a writing resolution. (Yeah, I know I've probably said all of this before in another post, but it bears repeating.) My life has just been so much better for knowing them, so much richer. Everyone should have friends like these ladies.

5. Of course, it goes without saying that I am grateful for every person who takes the time to read this blog, guest blogs I have done, and stories I have written, but I will say it anyway. I am grateful for my readers.

So as you get ready for work today and for the holiday next week, take a moment to remember what you are grateful for. Cultivate an attitude of gratitude and it will make life so much easier to bear. I know it does for me. ~ Margay

Monday, November 16, 2009

In the Moonlight with Barbora Knobova


Pump Up Your Book Promotion


Please Note: There was a mix-up in today's guest post. Below is the corrected version.



Barbora Knobova is a writer, love coach and expert in Delicious Life. A world traveler, she is one of those rare world citizens who live everywhere and nowhere. Barbora is a firm believer in female friendship, loyalty and bonding. She writes hilarious, sharp-witted, caustically apt, ironic, moving, true books for strong, independent, smart, fearless women. Barbora has also written several self-improvement books and teaches women about the importance of self-love in relationships and life in general. Barbora speaks eight languages and has found her home away from home in New York, London and Milan. She is always on the move, accompanied by her beagle Brinkley, the nasty dog from her new book Tales for Delicious Girls.

http://www.barboraknobova.com

Tales for Delicious Girls contains twenty-five exhilarating real-life stories about delicious women, eccentric men and stubborn dogs. The book offers witty, refreshing, clever and ironic insight into relationships between men and women from all points of view. The book is a modern relationship manual, providing answers to the most pressing dating and friendship questions that strong, independent, modern women want to know. “Tales for Delicious Girls” deals with wishes, desires and dreams – as well as hilarious mishaps and dating disasters.


Learn To Love The Delicious Self


One of the main subjects that my book Tales for Delicious Girls deals with is self-love. Why? Because we cannot be completely happy unless we love ourselves. Women often believe that sacrifice is the way to go. That they have to love their boyfriends, husbands, parents and friends more than they love themselves because loving yourself and putting yourself first is wrong. However, there is nothing wrong about true self-love. It's not selfish and conceited to love yourself and put yourself first. No one is responsible for your life, only you. No one can make you happy, only you. You have the right to be happy and you have the right to love yourself, respect yourself and be your best friend.

The way we feel about ourselves influences the whole world around us. Life is a mirror that reflects the relationship we have with ourselves and projects it into the relationships we have with other people. If you feel miserable about yourself, if you’re overly self-critical and focus on how "imperfect" you are, guess what happens? People around you see you the same way you see yourself.

However, as soon as you acquire a healthy, balanced, loving and generous attitude to yourself, the way other people treat you will change miraculously. Why? Because if you love yourself, you will be loved.

You can actually learn to feel better about yourself and literally fall in love with yourself, which will make other people fall in love with you too. It might not be easy at first but it depends only on you, which is good news. Decide right now that you are going to love and respect yourself unconditionally and that you are going to appreciate all the little details that surround you and that make you happy. You are the most important person in your life and you are unique.

There is one piece of advice that helped me a lot when I was learning to love myself more and discovering how to do it. Let me share it with you: When you feel uncomfortable, when you find yourself in an unpleasant situation, when something makes you unhappy and when you're not sure how you should react or what you should do, relax and think for a while:

Would I like my best friend (mother, sister, etc.) to experience this?

Would I like her to feel like this?

Would I suggest she acts this way?

If the answer is no, it means you’re fighting your self-love and not acting in your best interest.

Do what's best for you, not what's best for others! Self-love is your key to happiness and I hope that Tales for Delicious Girls helps you love your delicious self more than ever.




Mystic Monday

Blood Tax, Protectors and College


Carpe CorpusYesterday I found myself doing the dance of joy because I'd finally finished Book 6 of Rachel Caine's Morganville Vampires Series. I started the series on October 30th, and have been under thrall ever since. I literally could not do anything else but read. The thrall was so bad that I found myself reading every chance I got - while watching TV shows (which is why I still haven't watched last week's Castle); while in the car; while sitting at the Bradley Center waiting for Bucks games to start, during half-time and during time-outs if I felt I could get away with it (as part of Bogut's Squad 6, I have certain obligations to be a loud, cheering fan during the games). I still don't know how I managed to put the books down long enough to shower, cook or get dishes done, although these past two weeks I haven't been doing much of any of that. As I said, under the thrall of the Morganville Vampires.


What's so great about this series?


Glass HousesWell, it's different, very different from all of the other vampire stuff that's out there. In most cases, vampires hide themselves from humans and it's usually a vampires against humans kind of situation with the occasional human/vamp love story. In the case of Morganville, it's a community of vampires and humans working together, sort of.


Basically, the vampires control the city and many of the older vamps give the humans what is called "protection". Think of the vampires as a mob, only you don't pay money for the protection. No, that's a tax of a different color - red.


The Dead Girls' DanceRed, as in blood. That's right, blood. Each month, all adult humans living in Morganville are required to donate blood to the Morganville Blood Bank. They even have portable units that drive around to collect "back-taxes," should you fail to make your monthly donation. The blood bank isn't just for the vamps either, it means that there is always a large supply for those humans who need it. See, the vamps want the humans to live because they know that, without the humans, they wouldn't be able to live.


There's only been one drawback to being under the protection of vampires. While being under the protection of one vampire means none of the other vamps can hurt you (unless they don't follow the rules), the protection agreement doesn't protect you from your vamp protector. Protected vamps can do anything they want to with the humans they "own." There hadn't been any safeguards in place to protect the humans from the vamps they serve, which created a vampire resistance movement.


If Morganville was a city with humans in it, how did it not get destroyed by the government?


Well, The Founder of Morganville took care of that. Anyone who left the town generally forgot what they knew of Morganville once they left it. They remembered living there, but not much more. If you did remember and did pose a threat to it, the vamps came and "took care of you," in that oh-so-subtle way that mobs take care of their own problems.


Midnight AlleyOh, Morganville is also a college town, too! It has Texas Prairie University, or TPU for short, which is how Claire finds herself in this town. Me, I like to think of it as Toilet Paper U (sorry, can't resist that one and not sure too many of us can!). The Founder knew that keeping an influx of a sort of tourism would keep the city flowing in money, so there were rules to protect the college students. The campus grounds are off limits to the vampires except for those teachers that taught night classes or those attending classes, college students are exempt from the blood tax, and there are human cops to deal with the human problems.


Yes, Rachel Caine went to a lot of trouble to build this town. Then she added Claire Danvers, an extremely smart teenager whose mother thought that TPU was safer than MIT for her bright, 16 year old daughter because she would be closer to home.


Feast of FoolsHowever, because she starts off on campus, Claire's biggest problem isn't the vampires, it's Monica Morrell, the mayor's daughter. She rules the roost and terrorizes as many of the student population as she can get away with, but she never prepared herself for Claire, a small girl who would fight back against her. Claire's need to fight back against Monica and her stooges almost gets Claire killed while she stays in the dorms. This situation leads Claire to find off campus housing.


It is through this search that Claire finds Eve, Shane, Michael and the Glass House. There's a something special about the Glass House, and Claire can feel it from the moment she enters the house. There's also something special about Michael too, but it's not what you or even his two roommates (Eve and Shane) suspect.


This is where Claire's adventure in Morganville begins. She doesn't just discover the secrets of the town, she discovers the importance of friendships, her brains and manages to stumble into a relationship along the way. She also attracts the attention of the most prominent vampires in the town, which lends itself a whole new set of problems for Claire.


Lord of MisruleThis series has it all - Romance, mystery, suspense, murder, mutiny, fear, cooperation and crazy vampires!  Rachel Caine is the master of cliff hangers and the master of tension!! Once you pick up Glass Houses, Book 1 in the Morganville Vampires series, you'll see what I mean. The cliffhanger at the end was so good, that you had to read on to find out what happened next. The Dead Girls' Dance, picks up right where Glass Houses leaves off. Midnight Alley picks up right where The Dead Girls' Dance ends, Feast of Fools continues the story from the ending point of Midnight Alley and Lord of Misrule picks up right where Feast of Fools stops.


Confused yet? If you've managed to follow along, Rachel Caine managed to carry cliffhangers successfully through the first five books of the series. Book 6, Carpe Corpus, continues the story, but not quite where Book 5 left off.


Do I recommend this series? Absolutely!


How many stars have I given them on Goodreads? 5 stars for each one!


There were laugh out loud moments, there were cheers for characters' success, there were "I can't believe that just happened!" moments and some very sad moments. All in all, there were some great victories and some bittersweet ones too. Very emotionally satisfying!


Do you need need to read them in order? Most definitely!


Here's the order again:
Book 1 - Glass Houses
Book 2 - The Dead Girls' Dance
Book 3 - Midnight Alley
Book 4 - Feast of Fools
Book 5 - Lord of Misrule
Book 6 - Carpe Corpus
Book 7 - Fade Out - Released November 2nd! Must find this one!


Fade OutThe sense of closure after Carpe Corpus is enough that the need to go on to Fade Out right away is minimal, but the desire to continue reading about Claire, Shane, Eve and Michael is just as strong!


I hope you find as much enjoyment out of the series as I have!

Sunday, November 15, 2009

SUPERNATURAL SUNDAY

Kissing the Muse
By G.R. Bretz


Muses, flirtatious and fickle, intangible and surreal, they are as unique as the men and women they descend upon. They craft themselves to be whatever we need them to be. They mold us to be what they need us to be. I think that’s one aspect of Muses that is often overlooked. They need us as badly as we need them.

Mine arrived one night last December; quick on the heels of my sixth glass of absinthe. Or perhaps it was eight; I try not to count. No good will come of it. She stormed into my life; a sultry, shadowy specter that could only be seen with eyes wide closed and mind wide open.

She made her offer the moment she arrived. “Make me real. Tell my story and I will give you a thousand more to tell.” A very nice return on my investment, but not without a caveat. “Fail me and you will you go mad.”

My momma didn’t raise a fool. There was no way I would undertake such a foolhardy enterprise. I was fully prepared to stop drinking and turn on the television. Television is toxic to Muses. If you turn it on they will flee and not return until after the screen has faded to black.

I had my exit strategy, but there was no way out. She already knew me better than I knew myself. She swept in close, swirled about me, lingered on my skin like the memory of mosquito bites, and whispered words that I could not resist.

“Nothing in your life has ever been constant. Friends and lovers come and go like the passing seasons. Youth, health and sanity dissipate and depart without so much as a ‘by your leave.’ I alone will never leave you.”

That was nearly a year ago. My television still decorates the north wall of my living room. It’s very fashionable, but no longer functional. The rest of the nation took the ditch to Swigital and I chose the path less traveled. The story is long since told. My publisher is happy with it. My Muse is tickled pink or pickled tink; depending on how much we’ve had to drink.

As for me? Well, I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now. My grasp on reality is tenuous, at best. A number of writers have assured me that you have to be a little crazy to be in this business. I’m sure it’s true, but I’m not a little crazy. I’m mad as a hatter and I grow madder with every page I write, including this one.

I don’t mind. The pills and the pot and the booze conspire to keep it under control. I can actually function in the normal world and no one suspects; as long as I don’t say too much. Sanity is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there. It’s just not my cuppa.

In the end, it comes to this. I didn’t go mad from kissing the Muse. The Muse kissed me because I was already mad.

Glenn
Three sheets to the wind and one toke over the line



Here's an excerpt of my first novel, Absinthe Eyes & Other Lies:

Part 3: The Ice Maiden Cometh

I never wanted to be a writer. It was the furthest thing from my mind. I have a calling. I was born to it. My family refines the finest absinthe in the world. They have for six generations and I would be the seventh. It was destiny enough for me. It was all I ever intended to be.

I stand here beside the large wooden barrel, Vat 64. I am as solemn and discreet as a mortician. I watch as six of Paris’ darkest and dreariest file past his grave. They lay flowers against the modest headstone. Lucinda puts her long black shawl on the ground and kneels beside his grave. I know what she’s going to say, it’s a ritual for her. “What an appetite, mon cherie. Did you think you could drink it all in one night?”

No, I never wanted to be a writer. The only writer I have ever known was Richard Chalmer. I barely knew him, but nothing about the man spoke well of the profession. He was a tortured and tormented soul. I was only a child back then, but I could see that; everyone could see that. The last time I saw Richard Chalmer I was thirteen years old and he was floating face down in Vat 64. No, I never wanted to be a writer. It just happened.

*****

I remember it like it was yesterday. The vats hold a thousand gallons each and we open a fresh one every few weeks. It was a family affair and I was maturing. It was the first time I had been asked to attend an opening.

Grandfather was unlocking the doors when she walked up. Everyone just froze. The sun was to her back and she was wearing a thin, green cotton dress; every wondrous curve was silhouetted and high-lighted. It is an awe-inspiring image; most especially for a thirteen year old boy. She was beauty and she was legend; she was the Muse.

Richard Chalmer stumbled into her life four years earlier. They met on a rainy night in one of the city’s seedier nightclubs. She was sixteen; a hormonal cascade in progress, a heartache searching for a soul mate. He was in his fifties; an over-the-hill writer of hack fiction. His best days were behind him and his best days had never been all that good.

It was a match made in heaven. They moved in together. Over the next two and a half years he wrote five award-winning novels, international best sellers. One night he simply vanished. The press insisted that he had disappeared under suspicious circumstances. How astute of them. Has a human being ever vanished under less-than-suspicious circumstances?

There was an intensive search, a rigorous investigation, but nothing came of them. After a few months it slipped from the headlines and became one more file sent to the cold case squad. His muse retreated to their villa and was not seen in public for the next year and a half: not until that morning.

She walked straight up to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “Are you opening Vat 64today?”

I opened my mouth but the words refuse to form. I was too awestruck to speak. I nodded my head. If we weren’t I would gladly have opened it for her.

She pressed her credit card into my hand. “I want to buy it; every last drop. Have it delivered as soon as it’s bottled.”

Grandfather unlocked the door and invited her in. As far as I know, no one outside of the family had ever been there for an opening; but she was legend, and it was her absinthe.

We moved the overhead crane into place and lifted the heavy wooden lid from the vat. There he was, the subject of much speculation, floating at the top of Vat 64. Old mysteries were solved that morning; new ones sprang up to take their place. The police no longer asked where Richard Chalmer had gone, but they were very curious as to how he had gotten there. The vat could not have sealed itself.

The investigators wanted to question her, but people don’t always get what they want. They asked her to come in for questioning and her lawyers arrived with a sworn deposition. It said that their guess was as good as hers. They presented her with a subpoena to testify before the Coroner’s Inquest. She took a red marker, graded it C- and returned it. In her opinion it lacked originality. So did the second one; which she simply ignored. They threatened to have her arrested for contempt of court. Richard’s fans, her fans, took to the streets by the thousands; they laid siege to the courthouse. The judge reconsidered the matter and decided that a sworn deposition would be sufficient.

We watched as the paramedics lifted him from the vat and lowered his body to the ground. It was likely that he had been in the vat since the night he disappeared. You wouldn’t have known it to look at him. Apparently our absinthe preserves as well as it intoxicates. The expression on his face was that of a man who had died a moment ago.

She stared at him a minute and turned to face me. She was taller than me and larger. Her body was all that an adolescent boy might wish a woman’s body to be, but her face was ageless. It would have been at home in my classroom. It would have been at home carved on the side of a mountain. She laid her forehead on my shoulder and she wept. She wept and she clung to me like the morning fog clings to the Seine. She wept and I held her.