Monday, March 30, 2015

Apologies for not posting last Monday, even with my best efforts, sometimes things fall through. This week I'm making up for it with a surprise guest. 

Joey from Balancing Act 


Joanna from Summer Rains.

From the Anthology, Seven Deadly Sins: Pride 

Joey picked up the throwaway phone, stared at the number lit on the screen, and pushed the send button, taking a deep breath. His author had handed him the cell yesterday and told him there was only one number on it. “If you want to meet someone from halfway across the world, dial that number. Her name is Joanna and I have a feeling you guys might find some common ground.” He wanted to tell her he didn’t need help finding chicks, but a free phone was too good to pass up. He’d go along with the gag. The phone rang twice on the other side of the world.


Wow. She sounded pretty. Joey rolled his eyes. He was really desperate if he thought that. “Hey. I’m Joey. You know my author, K.T. Stephens, right? She said she worked something out with your author so we could talk.”

There was a slight pause on the other end of the line. “She did? Okay then. I’m Joanna.” She giggled. “Although this feels kind of strange. You calling from the other side of the world, I mean. It’s kind of unreal. I've never even been outside of Greece and now I’m talking to someone who lives an ocean away.”

“You’re from Greece? Isn't that part of Europe?”

“It is,” Joanna replied. “It’s in the south of Europe, right next to Italy.”

“That’s really cool. I remember reading about the Greek gods during school. Why did your author choose that setting for you? What’s her name again?”

“Her name is E.N. Loizis. Don’t ask me what the initials stand for though, no idea. I’m guessing she wanted to be mysterious. She comes from Greece too, so I suppose she had a lot to draw from for my story.”

“It feels funny to be part of a book and not know everyone else. I think it’d be cool if we all could meet some day. You know, go out one night. We don’t have clubs in the United States for teenagers like you do over there. What are they like?”

“They’re like normal clubs, I guess. Loud music, lots of people. Although Venue is the only club I ever went to with Violeta that night. I haven’t been to another one since The Incident. I’ll stay clear of clubs and rum and coke for a while.”

Joey ran a hand through his hair. This wasn't too bad. Joanna was easy to talk to—almost as easy as Lewis turned out to be. “You’ll have to tell me more about that. Hey, do you like art? I… paint.”

‘That sounds really cool! I can’t even draw a straight line. I think it’s great you can paint. Are books considered art? I like books. I like reading them, I like how they smell. I like looking at them in my bookshelf. It probably sounds weird. Me, talking about books like this. Let’s just change the subject before I sound even more like a weirdo than I do now.”

“That’s not weirdo. Just think, without books, you and I probably wouldn't even be here.” Joey thought quickly. “So, tell me something about you that nobody else knows.”

“Well, although I don’t like being the center of attention, I’d love to try out acting one day. I love the Harry Potter films! I’d love to play someone like Hermione. Hermione is the best. Never told that to anyone. Not even Violeta.”

Joey checked the phone. “My minutes are almost up. If I can get K.T. to add some more, would you want to talk again?”

“Sure, this was fun! I’d love to talk again. And I’d love to see some of your paintings!”

Yes! “Tell you what, I’ll message you a picture of myself with some of my artwork. Then next time, you can tell me what you think of it. I’ll see you at the Release Party on Wednesday?”

“Sure. Thanks for calling, Joey.”

Joey poked the ‘end call’ button and did a little dance. He liked Joanna. Maybe long distance relationships weren't so bad after all. He quickly found the picture he wanted from his computer and texted it to her, then grinned. She’ll love it.

Thank you KT Stevens and E.N. Loizis for this great guest interview. 

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Friday, March 27, 2015

Character Madness Monday Cover Reveal!

It's a Character Madness Cover Reveal



Author C. L. Moore


Unhappy in the 20th Century, Rosalie Jones wants to change her life. She travels to Hadrian's Wall to search for her ancestors, and finds herself in another time. Quite unprepared for what happens next, she finds love, but will she lose herself in the process? Rosalie is in the fight of her life and only one man can save her, will he? Or. will she be the one to save herself?




Author of Paranormal Erotic Romance and Horror

C L Moore grew up in a small country town in Northern NSW, Australia.

As a child she surrounded her thoughts with a world of fantasy. She loved nothing more than reading books and she read everything she could get her hands on. Elephant Walk by Robert Standish was one of her earliest reads.

When she received ‘Black Beauty’ and ‘Wuthering Heights’ as a birthday gift, the dye was cast. She wanted to be in the worlds that the authors wrote about, live the book, be the book.
Other books that filled her need for adventure and romance were ‘We of the Never Never’ and ‘Blue Fin’, both books she won as literary prizes at school.

Later she grew to love Stephen King, Anne Rice, Jane Austen, Daphne de Maurier, Mark Twain, Charles Dickens, Tolkien, Jules Verne and so many more!

Having experienced precognitive dreams and visions from early childhood, it was nothing new for me to write my thoughts down, often my stories would come from the magical place of my dream state,

To this day, many of my stories are built upon dreams I have had and I often ask myself, ‘are these really dreams?”, ‘could the people I write about have been real?”, or, “are they my own distant past lives that I have somehow tapped into?”

I don’t really know, Dear Reader, but aren’t they exciting questions to ponder?

C L Moore is a Psychic Consultant, and a Teacher and Author of Metaphysical books and classes.

You can find her here

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Monday, March 16, 2015

Today's Interview: Sage from MARRED

MARRED, by Sue Coletta

MARRED is a adult psychological thriller/mystery. This interview contains violence.

Amos walks to the guest room where the interviews take place scanning the area around him. Even the soft footfalls of his booted feet are barely heard on the soft grass. Moving to a nearby shadow, he stops and cringes.

 “This is my interview and I’m tired of this damn meadow." He scans Jena’s mind until he sees nineteenth century, London. He steps in, sighs and rolls his shoulders. “There we go. This is far superior to a bunch of horses with horns prancing all over a meadow. He opens the door to the manor he shared with Ezra and his Father to find them waiting.

“What are you doing here?” Amos stammers.

Ezra takes a deep breath. “We’re here to make certain you present yourself like a gentleman.”

“The high and mighty older brother. But this is my interview so get out.”

Alexis comes out of the kitchen with Ettie. Cora carries a teapot behind them.

“What are they doing here? And what are you doing with my wife. Get away from them Henrietta.”

Ettie pat’s her hair. “I’m just getting to know the girl who will be my sister in law.”

Amos grunts, and Ezra growls under his breath. The doorbell rings and everyone turns and stares. As Cora answers the door and a woman with sable brown hair and radiant green eyes enters the room.

Cora takes her coat and Alexis lays a hand on her arm and ushers her in.

“What are you doing?” Amos says. “Get away from my guest.”

Amos pulls a blade hidden under his coat, but Ezra seizes it without anybody else noticing. He places a hand on Amos’ shoulder, and smiles. “Welcome Mrs. Quintano.”

Amos pushes him away. “This is my interview!” he hisses through his teeth.

Mrs. Quintano holds a tight smile as she sits, steeples her hands over crossed knees.

Ezra gives Amos a warning look but sits quietly beside Alexis to watch.

Amos lifts his hand to shake. "Mrs. Quintano."

"Please, call me Sage."

“Thank you for being with me today.” Amos clears his throat. “The paperwork your publicist sent said you had a run in with some kind of killer?”

"Umm... Two, actually, but I was under the impression I was here to discuss my latest novel."

Amos pushes forward. “You lost your baby. How did that affect you?”

"Seriously? What kind of show is this?" She stands to leave. "I think there's been some sort of mistake."

“You don’t think your husband did it do you?”

Sage raises an open hand to her chest. "My husband? Heavens no."

Ezra stands and shakes his head. “That’s enough, Am—“

Ettie pulls him back to the sofa. “Sh, I want to hear what Amos has to say.”

Ezra sighs, and Amos tips his hat to his wife, smiling. He turns his attention back to Sage, but speaks under his breath.

“The reason I asked ... I don’t know if you read my story, but I sent an assassin to kill Ezra. It isn't uncommon for such--”

“Enough, Amos.” Ezra rubs his eyes.

Sage sits back down. "Actually, he's correct. In my research for "HURT"-- which stayed on the NY Times Bestsellers' List for twelve weeks, I might add-- I discovered 54.3 percent of people are killed by someone they know, be it neighbor, lover, or friend, 24.8 percent by a family member." She bristles, rubs her arms. "Brr... Scary stuff."

Amos sits back in his chair and pulls his hat from his head.

“Okay then, tell me more about your story.”

"My story?" Again, she holds a tight smile, her eyes shifting between Amos to Ezra. "That's why I'm really here, isn't it? My agent told me nothing about this." She pauses, mumbles, "Dammit, Jess." Sage bites her bottom lip, seems to compose herself. "Okay, fine. It all started three years ago when an intruder broke in through my bedroom sliders while I was writing in my downstairs office. When I went to the kitchen for a cup of tea I was so focused, wrapped up in my own thoughts I suppose, I didn't realize a masked man was standing in my living room-- a gun trained at my head." She wipes a lone tear away. "I don't know if you've heard about the murders on the news? What am I saying, of course you haven't. Alexandria is small rural town in New Hampshire. Quant. Beautiful. Blink and you'll miss it." She giggles. A split-second later a seriousness rolls over her face. "Women are being slaughtered. Suspended from rafters of abandoned buildings in long, flowing gowns, like angels, their eyes and mouth X'd out with black wire, erased from their ghostly pale face." She waves her hand in front of her face, as if erasing her comment. "Anyway, the one responsible for the killings has my twin sister Chloe. The same man who. . . who. . ." She clears her throat. "The man who broke into my home. I think. Well, I'm fairly sure."

"Do you love your husband?"

"I love Niko dearly." 

"Then do you want things to work out or not? I mean ... what has the man done to recover your sister?”

"Well, that's my fault, really. I haven't exactly told him yet." Sage's eyes get big and round. "When did you say this interview airs?"

"You don’t think he hired an assassin to kidnap your sister, do you? That’s what I would do if the girl got on my nerves, but my Ettie is almost perfect, a proper woman to be sure. She lost a baby too, but she died with him. It was Ezra’s fault.

Amos’ Father stands. “Stop blaming your brother for everything, Amos.”

Sage's gaze ping-pongs between Amos and his father. "Niko's the sheriff of Grafton County. A good man... usually. Besides, the kidnapper called me. He tried to disguise himself with a voice box, but made the mistake of saying something that told me exactly who he was-- a cold-hearted killer."

Amos rolls his eyes as his Father, folds his arms and sits back down.

"Can we talk about my book now? That's really why I'm here."

“If anymore else interrupts me I’m kicking the lot of you out,” Amos says.

Alexis laughs. “As if we would leave you alone with Sage."

"What? Why?"

“Please excuse my brothers betrothed. She’s from the future and doesn't know what manners are.”
He leans in. “I almost killed her too. But I digress. What does your husband hope for?”

"Niko? He's busy working his case. If I tell him about Chloe he'll think... It's bad enough he treats me like a fragile piece of glass that can crack at any minute. Admittedly, we've had a few problems lately. Secrets. They can kill a marriage. Now, about my book..."

“Do you think you’ll get your sister back or will Sue kill her off?”

Sage rises up. "Kill her? Sue would never--" She seems to mull it over, sits back down. "If anything happens to Chloe it won't be Sue's fault. I could never blame her."

Do you know if this is a stand-alone story or is it a series?

Sage leans in, lowers her voice. "Sue doesn't know, but I heard her talking about another book. From what I gather, Frankie, Niko's partner, will take the lead in that one." She straightens, presses a palm on her cheek. "Good Lord, I hope she keeps me out it. I don't know how much more I can take."

I was just thinking your chances of survival are less in a stand alone story because she has to end everything so soon. A series? You probably have more time.

"Like I said, I'm hopeful I'll find my sister. Besides, I can't imagine Sue stretching out my torment. She wouldn't do that to me." Sage picks at her cuticles, then glances back up. "Do you know something I don't?"

“Very well then. The rudeness of our audiences interruptions has taken up our time. Is there anything else you want to add?”

“Gossip. You forgot to ask her about gossip, darling,” Henrietta bursts in.

Sage throws her head back and laughs. "I mentioned we live in a small town, right? Gossip runs rampant there. Heck, even the librarian knows when I have the sniffles. Something this major... murders... she's probably in her glory. Snooty bit-- Pardon me. I just get so..." Again she waves her hand. "Ah, it's not important. Now, about my book."

Amos bows slightly and stands. Sage rises with him.

"Thank you for joining us today Mrs. Quintano."

Sage moves toward the door, then straightens the collar on her blouse, turns toward the audience. 

"You can find my novel "HURT" online and in bookstores near you." She turns back toward Amos, shakes his hand. "Thank you for having me." Swings her hand toward Ezra, then quickly withdraws it. "Ah, nice meeting you, too."

Author of four crime novels, MARRED, Timber Point, Silent Betrayal, A Strangled Rose-- soon to hit the shelves. Sue is a proud member of Sisters In Crime and Mystery Writers of America, and contributes to three authors’ blogs:

Twitter: @SueColetta1

Check out Sue's '50 Ways To Murder Your Fictional Characters' FREE 13 page booklet, on her blog. 

Monday, March 9, 2015

Today's Interview - Nick Traverson

From - The Four-Year-Old Guardian

Only Human On The Block Series

By S.L. Madden

Hooves clipity clop on the pavement and Tolor spins around facing Selene with a finger in front of his lips. “Shhh.”

“It’s just an interview Tolor, what has gotten into you today.”

Tolor frowns. “I heard there might be monsters in here.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not. Just stay still one minute so I can check the place out.”

Selene huffs and begins to move forward. Tolor snarls. She moves back, tail swishing wildly.

“If you bite me I’ll call my brothers,” she says, but doesn't move forward.

Tolor disappears through the door returning in moments. “There’s nothing in there but a teenage boy. He didn’t even flinch when he saw me.”

Selene pushes her way past. “That’s my interview. Now stop or you’re going to make me late.” She trots into the room. “You must be Nick.” she says smiling.

“I am. And you’re..uh, different.”

“Welcome. We’re glad you came to see us. I don’t sit well, want to walk through the meadow with me?”

“Sure. Do I jump on your back and ride, or maybe just walk? Yeah, I think I’ll walk.”

Selene walks with Nick to the meadow where Colovere is running with his herd. The breeze is warm and the flowers glide with the wind.

“So tell me a little about your story, Nick.”

“Not much to tell, really. Michelle and I—she’s my mom—we’ve moved from town to town for as long as I can remember. She says it’s because it’s hard to find work but c’mon, she’s a nurse. Can’t be that difficult. I personally think she’s looking for my dad. As far as I’m concerned, he can stay gone. 

“That sounds interesting. Do you like living in Oregon?”

“It’s fine. Honestly, it’s just another place with a different face. After a while they all start to blur together. Although I have to admit, Averton is pretty special.”

“Uh huh. The interview sheet I was given said you were having trouble connecting in school. Do you have any friends?” 

“Myles is my neighbor. He’s…well, he’s Myles. We get along all right. He’s definitely different than the guys I’d normally hang out with. But I guess I’d say we’re friends. Then there’s Melody. And Wendy. 

“Are you close?”

“In a weird sort of way, I’d say so. Mel and Myles have been friends forever, and I’m willing to go on record saying she has a wee crush on him. Unfortunately, he only has eyes for Wendy, which is too bad, because he’s not her type. At all. She needs someone…I don’t know…tall. Dark hair. Charming. Someone with an irresistible smile.” Flashes a grin.

Tolor watches from the edge of the meadow clearly pouting. Selene gives him a stern look.

“I heard there are monsters in Averton. Are they mean?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to know about that. But then again you are a…what are you again?”

Selene clenches her teeth, hooves ripping at the turf as they walk. “Isn't it obvious? I’m a centaur.”

“Yeah, okay. Anyway, as long as this is only in Monsters Quarterly or whatever you all read, I guess there’s no harm talking about it.

Selene rolls her eyes. “Oh, good. We always love hearing the best gossip.” She says sarcastically, looking away when she realizes it’s true.

“I wouldn't say they’re mean necessarily. They’re just people like you and me. They just happen to be part Demon. Or monster. Or whatever they want to call themselves. I've met some really nice ones. And then there’s Todd Orson. He’s an ass. I mean literally...I hear he’s part human, part Jackass Demon.”

“How do they keep it a secret?”

“They learn from an early age to keep it under control and maintain their human side. Of course, I found out pretty quickly about it, so maybe they’re not so good at keeping it secret, huh?”

“Did you really see a ghost? Selene asks.

“Okay, now you’re freaking me out a little bit. How’d you know about that? Have you been following me? And if so, how did I not hear you clip-clopping around?”

“I did say we like gossip here, didn't I?”

Juliette comes across the moat around her cottage, smiling. Selene side-steps.

“This is Juliette,” Selene tells Nick. “Just Ignore her. She’s pretty helpless for her age.”

Juliette crosses her arms and huffs. “I am not!”

“That’s right! Don’t let the man bring you down because you’re young. We’re the future of the world!” He turns to Selene. “Not that I’m implying you’re the man. Or a man.”

Selene takes Nick’s hand and leads him away. "Look at what you did to our quest, Juliette calls back. Go away and leave us be."

“Okay, so where were we before I was so rudely interrupted?” She shudders. “Oh yes, the ghost. I bet you were scared.”

“Right. Heather. Honestly, the first time I met her, I had no idea I was talking to a ghost. And when I found out, I had just learned about the existence of monsters. So I was scared but I couldn’t honestly tell you what scared me more. That’s when I first found out about the Monsidian Orb.”

“What is the Monsidian Orb?”

“Hopefully the monster mafia doesn't beat me up for talking about all this. It’s basically a prison full of demons that grant the wielder—the Guardian—some nifty powers. It’s the reason why Averton is the monster capital of the world. They’re drawn here by the power of the Orb.”

“What might happen if it falls into the wrong hands?” 

“Chaos. Destruction. The end of life as we know it. To be honest, once Heather told me I’m not the Guardian and some four-year-old kid was getting all the powers, I kind of stopped paying attention. I’m sure it’s something bad.”

Still standing at the edge of the meadow, Tolor pokes a finger at his watch and Selene neighs irritably.

“Is there anything I didn’t ask that you want to tell me about?”

“My birthday is coming up soon and Michelle blew all the money I had saved up for a car on buying this stupid house. I mean, I’m not charity case, but if your readers are interested in donating….”


“You never can tell but my experience has been that you have to do everything yourself. Maybe try one of those places where you post the need online or something.”

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Monday, March 2, 2015

Veiled Memories

Tolor hits the red button on his cell and flips the phone into his pocket.

"That was this week's interview. They can't make it."

Ezra frowns. "But this is my first week as an interviewer."

"That's what he thinks," Tolor mutters under his breath.

Juliette kicks him in the shin under the table.

Amos laughs. "What was that my Beran friend?"

Alexis takes a deep breath. "It was nothing!"

Amos hisses showing his sharp teeth but Ezra holds him back.

"No fighting amongst ourselves," Ezra chides.

Grumbling, Amos sits.

"Well then, what should we do?" Alexis asks.

Thinking himself so professional Tolor lifts his chin. "We'll interview Ilan"

"Good idea," Juliette says smiling.

"You don't have to look so surprised," Tolor responds.

Colovere shakes his head. "I'll go and get him."

Minutes later, Ilan walks in, his arms crossed, beside Colovere.

"You wanted me?" Ilan says.

Tolor nods. "We need to interview you?"

"Why should I agree, did Adiel put you up to this?"

Tolor tilted his head. It might have been a good idea to have the Angel's Master come with him.

"No, but we meet every Monday for this purpose and we need someone to interview."

Dropping his arms, Ilan turns and heads for the door.

"Come on, Ilan," Ezra says. "Do it for Jena."

Ilan stops and looks back. "I'm not going to be interviewed by the bear."

"Fair enough," Amos says. "I'll do it then."

Ilan's wings darken to grey. "I won't deal with a murderer, either."

"Well then..." Alexis says.

"Not by a bratty child either."

"Then who?" Alexis demands.

Ilan scans the room and smiles. "Since the unicorn disturbed my rest, Ezra will do the interview."

Ezra nods his head. "Very well. But we're already short on time."

Ilan sits and the room shakes. "Fine by me Englishman."

"Alright then. Let's get started."

"Will you tell us a little bit about your story?"

"You know my story. You're in Jena's mind as much as I am," Ilan says.

"Not for me, Ilan. For our readers."

"Oh, okay then. My story is simple. My comrade and bonded-brother falls and our Paqad, that's what we call our supervisor from the Elders Council, won't do anything to help him."

Ilan's eyes tear and he clears his throat. "Anyway. I become rebellious for awhile. I still think Adiel could do something. He says to blame it on Jena."

"So Chayan walks the dark path to the caverns of hell and I become rebellious."

Then Adiel sends me on an assignment to restore a human marriage. I'm a warrior, not a guardian and I prefer to stay in the war ridden lands and fight, but I take the assignment to make Adiel happy, then fall in love and everything becomes a mess."

Ilan smiles. "So that's my story."

Amos laughs.

"I think there was a little more to it then that, Ilan." Ezra says.

"You said to tell you a little about my story."

"I did, didn't I? But we need more, please continue."

"Well, my dear friend Eytan becomes Frances' Guardian, She's Lily's daughter, and I become Lily and Bryan's. It's their marriage I have to restore. It's hard for me, but Eytan realizes something's wrong. Warriors aren't placed on those kinds of assignments so we wait. It's five years before anything happens. All I can say about that is that it challenges every one of us because buildings start blowing up and everything looks like the war torn lands."

"I won't say anything more. I don't want Jena to get mad at me. She only just finished the final draft of the story."

Ezra smiles. "Okay, I won't press you further," Ezra says, shaking his hand."

"Such a gentleman," Ilan says. "So why do I smell dark magic on you?"

"We'll save that story for another day," Ezra says, winking. "Thank you for joining us, Ilan. Any idea when Jena's going to publish so you can go out more often?"

"No, but I know it will be soon. I have to leave now. Lily and Frances will be waiting for me."

Ilan leaves the room and the characters clap.

"Not a bad interview," Colovere says.

Tolor snickers. "Not a good one either."

"Do you have a bad tooth or something, Toler?" Selene asks. "You've been downright cantankerous lately."

"No," Tolor frowns hurriedly leave the room behind Ilan."I have something I have to do," he calls back. Catch you later."

Veiled Memories - Coming Soon.