Friday, April 28, 2017

Review of ~ SILVER CORD by J. C. Mead

Sharing our alter egos:

FROM THE DESK OF

DONA PENZA TATTLE, ESQ.

AND

ASSOCIATE WRYE BALDERDASH

Greetings:

The two review the paranormal SILVER CORD by J. C. Mead.

“Kat Cambridge heads for the deep south when her not-so-wonderful Catholic/Atheist husband has a heart attack and gives up the ghost.  Which is quite ironic considering a different ghost attacks Kat’s heart but in that goose-bump, hubba-bubba way.” Wrye leans forward and does the infamous eye-brow lift and wiggle.  “Once there, she absorbs natures and reconnects with her old wiccan practices.”

“The oooh yum-yum Scottish soldier specter might be just what single mom Kat needs, in a strange sort of way, to help her forget the nasty past as she makes a new start. Jess Greenleaf, also, a single mom joins Kat and the two intend to restore an old home.” Tattle tilts her head and scrunches up her face as she re-reads a few chapters. “Then again that ghostly owner might have another agenda.  His soul is drifting and he needs Kat’s and Jess’ witchy spell skills before he simply is no more.”

“Warning!  Warning!  Warning!” declares Wrye, waving his arms around like a derelict robot.  “Misdirection plans to take you on a little spin around, especially when Colin MacKay shoots an arrow of interest into Kat’s heart.”

“Ah yes, while Kat digs into the house’s history, this new hunka-hunka, all muscle and flesh and real-to-the-touch man reveals ghost-soldier’s identity.” Tattle eyes widened, mouth forms an ‘O’ and she smacks the sides of her cheeks, going into full ut-oh mode.  “What a choice… Alive or dead? Who does she choose?  Surprisingly, the ghost seduces her right into his…  Oh, not going to read-n-tell.”

“Especially don’t reveal any of the lurking secrets or the humorous barbs,” Wrye adds.  “All in all J. C. Mead did an excellent job of making Wicca spells seem real, ghost more than a possibility, and has created characters that you want to hang with on a daily basis. Kat’s and Jess’ friendship is very believable, and the relationships with their children have naturalistic appeal.  They truly act like typical moms.”

“I like the well-paced writing style and how the story keeps you guessing.  There is plenty of romance but it doesn’t overwhelm the mystery, magic and momentum of the storyline. It totally held my attention. I found myself propping up my e-reader and following along even as I was cooking. Errr, yes, I burnt the chicken. Shame on you, J. C. distracting me that way.  Tsk… Tsk!”

“Oh, just go have some Mead and stop complaining, that is always Kat’s and Jess’ go-to,” Wrye says with a big grin.

“Seriously, this a great read, smooth plot, creative twist on what could have been an old theme, interesting and clever dialogue and appealing, ageless, realistic characters - even the ones you don’t like, you enjoy disliking them.  Great book, it is in my to-be-read-again pile!”


Dona Penza Rutabaga Tattle, Esq. and Associate Wrye Balderdash
of Blather City, Wannachat
***

Angelica Hart and Zi ~ Vixen Bright and Zachary Zane
www.champagnebooks.com - www.carnalpassions.com - angelicahartandzi.com










Thursday, April 27, 2017

A Fishy Tale


My good wife saw a pond on sale at Wal Mart and decided it would be just the thing for our back yard. She presented it to me for installation. I pointed out that a pond without fish would be a nursery for mosquitos. The pond was planted and Wal Mart goldfish added.

A son-in-law replaced a toilet in the house and left it lurking in the back yard. Not one given to wasting treasures I installed the toilet in a mound of earth beside the pond and painted it a concrete gray. Flowers took root in the tank and a fountain in the bowl wafted a stream of water down into the fish pond. A virtual miracle of design and technology!

Raccoons cleaned out the fish. I installed a predator net and new goldfish.

She who must be obeyed decided we should move to a larger house. It had a jungle garden overrun and abused and no fish pond. I went out, bought a new pond, a new predator net, and went to work. Soon a miniature cottage on top of a tiny hill spouted water into a stream running down into the fish pond. Everyone was relatively happy.

The problem with our climate is you cannot leave fish outside in a pond all year long. Sometime around the end of October they will form part of a large block of ice. So each year we’d remove the three fish, drain the pond, and bring them inside to a large tank some good friend decide we needed and he didn’t.

One fall I had the pond almost empty and was cleaning the pump when lo and behold, I discovered a small fish inside. When the Mrs. checked the two inches of muddy water remaining in the pond she discovered four more tiny fish. I remembered then I’d dumped most of the water out onto the front yard to soak the trees...two hours ago. I found another eight fish still flopping around in the grass and the dead leaves.

We now drain the pond through a strainer into a pail each fall. We have a tank downstairs with the seven largest fish and a tank upstairs with roughly fourteen (They won’t stay still to be counted) from that last two years’ broods. I have gifted a grandson with enough fish for two small tanks and my son-in-law has two large tanks in his living room. The fish store says they may take some and give me credit against future purchases.

I have studied fish medicine, water changing techniques, and how to peel frozen peas. I am running out of friends who desire a valuable goldfish.

Fortunately the always-starving cat pays the fish no attention at all. Now I need lights for the upstairs tank because I’ve been advised the tank is too dark. Outside, the ice is now off the pond and the yard is a mess. It’s that time of year again.

Oh good grief. No wonder I have trouble finding time to write!

R.J.Hore
www.ronaldhore.com
www.facebook.com/RonaldJHore

The Dark Lady Trilogy (Volume 1,2,3)
The Queen’s Pawn (Volume 1,2,3)
The Housetrap Chronicles (Volumes 1 to 8)
Alex in Wanderland,
Knight’s Bridge
We’re Not in Kansas
Toltec Dawn (Book 1, 2, of 3)

Monday, April 17, 2017

The Passion of Compassion

In honor of all the spring celebrations that occur in mid-April, from so many traditions, this is from the Dalai Lama:
“Scientists have concluded that basic human nature is compassionate. This is a sign of hope. If it was otherwise and it was human nature to be angry, things would be hopeless. What’s important is that while we’re alive we shouldn’t create trouble, but, recognising how other people are human like us, should cultivate concern for their well being. If we can do that there’ll be no basis for cheating, bullying or killing.”
pink cherry tree blossoms against a blue sky

Sunday, April 9, 2017

The Book Store

The Book Store

Though I’ve done numerous book signings at conferences and talks, this was my first experience being ignored in a book store.

All right. Not completely ignored and I have pictures to prove it. But, it is still a daunting experience to sit alone at a table while strangers enter a store in a mall and pretend you aren’t sitting right there, even though you’ve just said hello to them.

Fortunately, a couple of friends showed up and bought books. And that seemed to trigger the activity because right afterward, a couple of strangers approached and chatted about the book, The Prince of Keegan Bay, and then purchased it. And so the day went. The store was happy with the sales and I was pleased as we left.
A note to all readers who enter book stores and see someone doing a signing. It is okay to say hello, to come chat, and even ask questions about the book on sale, or any other book in the store. We, the authors, are a nervous bunch and I promise you, we don’t do “hard selling.” Nobody is going to pressure you into buying a book you don’t want.

We get lonely when we sit there with no one to talk to. So next time you are in a book store and see a lonely author, go up and say hello. Pick up a bookmark, even if you don’t want to buy a book. It will make the author feel like someone cares.

We love you readers and really, really want your attention.

Oh, and if I can be a little pushy, if you love the book, a comment on Amazon or Goodreads is always appreciated.

Thank you and goodnight.







Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Can’t These Guys Afford Clothes? Or, Cover Art in Historical Fiction



This all started a long long time ago, but still in this galaxy. It was actually in 2009, about a year after I’d started writing the story which would eventually become Traitor Knight. I was telling a friend, a woman who worked with my wife, about it. And her reaction was, “Make sure your hero is pictured on the cover with no shirt on.”

It rather seems like a reversal of the traditional “bodice-ripper”. Instead of beautiful girl on the cover, whose clothes are being strategically removed by the hero, we now find a guy in a definite state of dishabille, with a lusty maiden gazing longingly at him. Ah, the times, they are a ‘changing. I’m not sure what this change is indicative of, except possibly a universal truth—that gals like a bit of skin as much as us guys.

We laughed about it, but then I got to thinking. And researching. And sure enough, I discovered a large percentage of the covers of historical fiction novels (romance, fantasy, pirates, etc.) feature a buffed hero, sans shirt, usually clutching some comely maiden to his manly chest.





I was running the public library’s used book sales at the time, and as the books would come in, I started noticing. Because a lot of what was donated fell into the historical fiction category. And the majority of it featured these shirtless heroes. It became a running joke: “Oh, here’s another poor chap who can’t even afford to buy himself a shirt.”

Although admittedly none of the guys on those covers really looked as if they felt lacking. Not a one was shivering, which might be attributed to the panting damsels or debutantes  draped artistically over their shoulders, who generally  appear to be doing a pretty good job of keeping them warm.
It must be also be pointed out that, contrary to what history actually tells us, there’s not a man to be found on any of those covers with an ounce of fat on his body. They all must spend hours at the gym, a few more at a tanning salon, and the rest of their day at the hair stylist. While most of the girls look as if they’ve either just been ravished (or are about to do a bit of judicious ravishing of their own), their brawny tawny heroes are chiseled and combed to within an inch of their lives.  


Much to my friend’s chagrin, my hero appeared on the cover of Traitor Knight with his shirt on. Granted, he did get a haircut for the occasion, and he is pretty chiseled, but he sports neither a bare chest nor a lusty lass. He’s written me several strongly worded letters about this oversight, and I’m getting worried he’s going to send his next missive via dragon…



Keith W. Willis is a semi-professional word-wrangler with a fondness for flannel shirts. He thus is resigned to never appearing on a book cover. He lives in the upper Hudson Valley region of NY, where he's certain the sounds attributed to Captain Hudson's crew bowling are really just the dragons grumbling. Keith is fortunate to have a wonderful and loving wife who not only puts up with his writing but generally encourages it. When it doesn't get the way of their cut-throat Scrabble games, that is.

Keith is the author of the award-winning fantasy/romance Traitor Knight (Champagne Books). His newest work, Desperate Knight, which contains 50% more dragon, and no shirtless heroes, will be released in Summer 2017.  





Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Value of a good Romance Novel!


Good Morning!

I’m swamped with edits right now (Winning Casey/a romance novel of course, for Totally Bound Publishing!) so I hope you’ll excuse my running “the best of” past blogs. I promise to be back next month with hopefully some fresh insights! Wishing you all a good day! Hugs, January

Why Read and Write Romance Novels?

By January Bain

Why write and devour romance novels? Simple, it always ends happily. Apparently I’m not alone according to a recent survey of more than a thousand readers. The poll was an eye-opener for me. I discovered that 81% of the readers polled choose romance as their favorite genre. Wow! That blew me away. A further 80% bought from Amazon. And nearly 58% had not been in a bricks and mortar store in the last year. Contemporary Romance came in first place of the genres, followed closely by Historical Romance. Facebook and an author’s website were their main way to discover new authors which I found interesting and helpful. If you want to know more about this here’s the link:






I read Romances because I’m a sucker for a happy ending as it makes everything right with my world. And it turns out I’m certainly not alone. All the trial and tribulations along the way for the heroine just add to the suspense of how will the author make it all work out? I’m fascinated by how many twists and turns one novel can contain. I don’t ever want it to be predictable, though I like a sense of the characters being familiar. And even though I know it’s going to work out in the end, still, I want to be caught up in the story so much that I’m uncertain on how it possibly could work out because the magic of storytelling is a definite obsession for writer.





Why do you read or write romances?  I’d love to know!

January Bain 

STORYTELLER

Coming soon: Winning Casey, Book One, Brass Ringer Sorority Series



Part madcap caper, part serious treasure hunting, the Brass Ringers never fail to entertain or get their way!


Friday, March 31, 2017

Review of ~ TRAITOR KNIGHT by Keith W. Willis

Sharing our alter egos:

FROM THE DESK OF

DONA PENZA TATTLE, ESQ.

AND

ASSOCIATE WRYE BALDERDASH



Greetings,


Tattle and Wrye warp into TRAITOR KNIGHT, a fantasy by Keith W. Willis

“The instant you meet Morgan McRobbie, Knight Commander of the King’s Legion aka. The Dark Knight… Da da da daaaaaaaaaaaaaa…,” Wrye expresses loudly. “You know he is going to be an interesting character.  Though heroic, he is certainly not your typical cookie cutter hero. He is the champion of the wars against the Rhuddlani invaders, and is more comfortable around a sword, or a dragon than a beautiful woman, which of course happens.”

“It is this dark-skinned half breed that comes to a beautiful damsel’s rescue. He is also the man everyone whispers had turned traitor against Kilbourne.  A cad?  A villain?  Not possible, is it? After all, he is so darn appealing.” Tattle fans herself and feigns a young girl’s swoon-sigh.  “Roguishly handsome, he also has a humorous bent, adopts an atypical attitude, with just the right amount of foibles.  You, also, can’t help but adore his very likable if somewhat show-off horse, Arnicus.”
  
“Upon reading, I started chuckling immediately.” Wrye offers his best deep-throated chuckle. “ It was inevitable considering the heroine stared at the about-to-be-toasted knight with disdain, while a terrifying dragon, who after a display of grandiose flames and fury, burps up a bit of steam and a few hiccups. Morgan didn’t defeat the dragon as much as the dragon appeared to be tired of the gambit.”

“Ah, but it is not all fun and games,”  Eyes narrowing suspiciously, Tattle studies the heroine.  “Though many suspected Morgan to be a traitorous knight to his King, finding this damsel-in-tenacity  alone in the woods, snack fare for the first dragon to be seen in three hundred years, one cannot help wondering if she, indeed is the real traitor. Of course, Morgan does wonder. Though she professes to be gathering flowers for her mistress Queen Gwyndoln, Marissa duBerry, lady-in-waiting is no shrinking daffodil.”

“And that is just the opening draw of this magnetic story. There is just the right blend of fun, sinister play and manners-all-soooo-proper-when-at-court dalliances. If anyone can remember swashbuckler Technicolor Errol Flynn pirate flicks, it has the some wonderful tendencies of dark drama, flippancy and fun.  The dialogue is clean. The writing style, in this book, is smooth and direct. The author is one of my favorites.”

“I can’t say enough about the talent oozing from the storyline. There is never any down time with the plot, it keeps rolling and picking up steam. Keith is a story-teller puppeteer, just pulling our strings as we dance to his magnificent prose. Through it all, you see Keith’s unique writing technique. It is not an imitation of the ole Masters yet it is still fantasy at its finest with that wonderful wash of enchantment that brings out the possibility that magic can happen. I have read all of Keith W. Willis’ work, and I do believe TRAITOR KNIGHT is now my favorite.  Hmmm, that is until he writes a new book, that new one might end up taking top spot. Each book gets better!”


Dona Penza Rutabaga Tattle, Esq. and Associate Wrye Balderdash
of Blather City, Wannachat

***


Angelica Hart and Zi ~ Vixen Bright and Zachary Zane
www.champagnebooks.com - www.carnalpassions.com - angelicahartandzi.com










Thursday, March 30, 2017

Losing Control


I started my latest novel knowing the details of the opening scene and the closing chapter, and without a lot of meat for the middle. This is not an unusual situation for me to be in, being a died-in-the-wool pantser. I often write by the seat of my well-worn trousers. I began with the idea of two characters and a slender thread of a plot to get me through to the end. I thought I knew who was the main character. The one who the action would center around.

I started writing this epic.

Wouldn’t you know it, the beast began to change and I was helpless to stop it.

Number two character is now number one, and the other is in danger of fading away into the background. I must take immediate action to prevent his disappearance!

Not only that, but other more interesting minor characters are demanding additional stage presence. They may be right. People who could only expect a walk-on part are now anticipating acting in whole chapters.

I hope the project will be better for the interest the thespians are displaying.

As the author, I sometimes feel more like the conductor of an unruly orchestra, with everyone demanding a solo. It gets noisy around here sometimes, at least inside my head.

I suppose I could avoid a situation like this by calmly plotting out the story in great detail and fixing the structure in cement before I start. But where would the fun be in that?
 
The director is in serious danger of losing control of the script!

I often say I write to discover how the story ends. In this case, I’m writing to uncover the path they took to get there, and who is acting as the guide in all this organized confusion.

R.J.Hore
www.ronaldhore.com
www.facebook.com/RonaldJHore

The Dark Lady Trilogy (Volume 1,2,3)
The Queen’s Pawn (Volume 1,2,3)
The Housetrap Chronicles (Volumes 1 to 7 with #8 due out April 4th)
Alex in Wanderland,
Knight’s Bridge

 

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Writing real life

Since last Christmas, I've been sharing episodic fiction on my author blog. I call it a "blog serial:" each episode is about 300-700 words, and the stories follow a set of characters in a small town much like yours.

Well, really, much like mine. I started writing these episodes a while back, just for fun. I wanted to play with a form much shorter than a novel, and to experiment with stories that don't need to carry a lot of weighty ideas. Each episode is a "slice of life," you might say.

As in real life, these episodes sometimes contain tension and conflict. Sometimes, they reflect peaceful hours of reflection. And every once in a while, they bring in current events. Soon these characters will delve into the fraught world of politics. We shall see if they can remain friends, or if the world's political divisions find their way into their cozy living rooms.

And, as in real life, I'm never sure who is going to show up in a given episode. Some characters will come and go, some will stay. Part of the fun of this kind of writing is that it unfolds in front of me just a little while before it unfolds in front of readers. I'm pretty sure one character will die, one will get married, and one will move away. I'm just not sure which will be which.

What kinds of writing are the most fun for you? I'd love to read your comments.

Elizabeth Fountain is the author of An Alien's Guide to World Domination and You, Jane. Her blog serial, if that's the correct term, is available on her author web site here.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Ask Howard and Doll...

“Sometimes I think it would be easier to hurl epithets, cast aspersions, and simply engage in plain old name-calling,” Howard said, shutting his laptop down.

“Then you’d be just like everyone else,” Doll replied as she poured his first glass of cognac for the evening.

“I prefer logical, reasonable discourse, but some days I fear the art of civilized disagreement has gone the way of the dodo.” Howard reached for his glass. “Cheers.”

“Can we get back to the interview?” I asked the two of them.

People had been asking how I came to write the series of books featuring The Blenders, a group of senior citizens who live in a trailer park on the east coast of Florida and I was trying to get two of the main characters to help me explain. Unfortunately, like many old people, they had their own agenda.

The original book The Prince of Keegan Bay was triggered by my own experience when I saw a woman at the far end of the mobile home park where I lived carrying a baby into her house. As anyone under 55 was not allowed in this senior community, naturally I was curious. Before I said anything to anyone, I wanted to know her story, so I went down to the pool the following morning and as I exercised in the water, listened to the talk around the tables where the non-swimming smokers convened every day.

Her story turned out to be a tragic one that to this day is heartbreaking to think about. Instead of relating that tale, I turned my observation into a “what-if” and made the clandestine infant a refugee from a terrorist organization? Hmm. His American mother married a middle-eastern prince. Prince died, leaving young mother with heir to the throne. And so the story grew.

Who better to preserve the secrecy of the baby’s presence in the park than an intrepid set of senior citizens who use all their life’s skills to protect him? Michael was a logistics specialist in the Marine Corps, John and Pete are carpenters, the women are nearly all capable mothers and grandmothers. Howard is the oldest at ninety-one, fashioned after two WWII veterans living in the park. And all the members of the newly formed group called The Blenders need something to occupy their time.

Back to Howard. I had been searching for an ending to their most recent adventure when I decided on doing an interview with them to see how they would handle the situation without me present. In the middle of our conversation Howard decided to go on line. He often checks on social media to take the pulse of the country. What he saw displeased him.

“I can’t have you hurling epithets to rescue Al and Larry. We need a plan,” I said.

“Bomb the place,” he grumbled as he sniffed the cognac before taking his first sip.

I pinched my lips and scowled at him. “You’re no help. What if they bomb the wrong place? They could kill them.”
“You’re the writer, make sure they don’t.”

“I can pay the bribe or ransom and they can go home,” Doll offered.

“That’s boring,” I said.

“Then go with Howard’s idea. Bomb the place.”

Ah, the joy of writing.

How do you resolve your writing dilemmas? Conversations with your characters? Playing computer games while awaiting a flash of brilliance? Planting the question in your head before going to sleep in the hopes that the solution will come in a dream?

Veronica Helen Hart lives and works in a private home now, having left The Blenders community shortly after the first book was published. Not that she didn't love them, but being around them distracted from her writing.