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Thursday, August 21, 2014

Sara-Jayne Townsend has some great news to share on Penny's Tales



Poking around in family closets produces skeletons…

British-born, Toronto-based, actress Shara Summers turns amateur sleuth when her sister is stricken with a mysterious illness. Summoned back to England to be with her family during a time of crisis, Shara discovers doctors are at a loss as to what's causing Astrid’s debilitating sickness.

After her aunt is found dead at the bottom of the stairs the death is deemed an accident. Shara suspects otherwise. Her investigation unearths shocking family secrets and a chilling realization that could have far-reaching and tragic consequences that affect not only her own future, but Astrid’s as well.

DEATH SCENE is coming 22 September from MuseItUp Publishing:

DEATH SCENE EXTRACT
Ruth sat in her rocking chair watching the television–which was probably about ten years old, and appeared to be the most modern thing in the room. She was wearing a blue floral dress, with a patchwork blanket over her knees. I had seen that dress before. Her hairstyle hadn’t changed, either–her white hair was thinning, and she wore it short and curly, in the style of old ladies everywhere. When we came in she looked up, a toothless smile breaking out over her face. She had dentures that she never wore–something else she only saved for special occasions. As a child, Ruth had appeared very scary to me on the occasions she wore her dentures because we just weren’t used to seeing her with them.
My mother went up to Ruth and leaned in to give her a kiss on her soft wrinkled cheek. “How are you, Auntie Ruth?” she said loudly. Ruth’s hearing had been going even back then. She must be virtually deaf by now.
The house was freezing. The only source of heat was a three-bar electric fire on the floor by Ruth’s feet.
I’m doing all right, dear,” Ruth said. Her voice was husky, ravaged by age and lack of use. “Mustn’t complain.”
Summer, still in my mother’s arms, began to cry and squirm, no doubt intimidated by the presence of this ancient lady. “Who’s this?” Ruth said, stroking one of Summer’s chubby legs.
This is Summer,” Mum said. “This is my granddaughter. You’ve met Summer. Astrid’s daughter.”
Ruth frowned. “Astrid? Your little one?”
Not a little girl any more, Auntie Ruth. She’s all grown up now.” Mum pointed in my direction. “This is my other daughter, Shara. Do you remember? Shara lives in Canada.”
Ruth was staring at me, frowning. There was no indication that she recognised me. “It’s been a long time,” she said eventually.
Hello Auntie Ruth,” I said.
Have you taken your pills, Auntie Ruth?” my mother asked.
Ruth frowned in concentration. “Pills? Think so. Can’t remember, you know. My memory’s not what it was.”
My mother thrust the crying child into my arms. “Watch Summer for a moment, Shara. I’m going to make Auntie Ruth some lunch.” And off she went into the kitchen.
I sat down in the faded armchair and bounced Summer on my knee. She kept crying. Ruth stared fixedly at the television. There seemed to be an Australian soap opera on. I couldn’t tell which one. I wasn’t a fan, and they all looked the same to me. “So what are you watching, Auntie Ruth?”
Eh?” She swivelled round to stare at me.
I raised my voice. “The television. What are you watching?”
Oh, I don’t know, dear. I watch everything. Keeps me company, you know.” And she lapsed back into silence, staring at the television. A couple of minutes went by and then she said suddenly, “they’re stealing from me, you know.”
Who?”
“They’re stealing from me.” Ruth continued to stare at the television. I wasn’t at all sure she was even aware of anyone else in the room. I stood up with Summer in my arms and hurriedly went to find my mother in the kitchen.



They were dying to be famous. And someone was prepared to kill for it…

Actress Shara Summers has settled in London and is “between jobs” when her Canadian ex-boyfriend David sails back into her life, begging to her to fill the backing singer vacancy in the up and coming band he’s about to go on a European tour with.  Short on funds and auditions Shara reluctantly agrees, but tragedy strikes at the opening night party when the band’s charismatic front man Dallas Cleary Anderson falls to his death from a hotel window.  It soon becomes clear that Dallas did not fall, but was pushed.  His arrogant and confrontational manner means there are no shortage of people who wanted him out of the band permanently – but who would resort to murder?



Sara-Jayne Townsend is a UK-based writer of crime and horror. She was born in Cheshire in 1969, but spent most of the 1980s living in Canada after her family emigrated there. She now lives in Surrey with two cats and her guitarist husband Chris. She co-founded the T Party Writers’ Group in 1994, and remains Chair Person.

The first two books in her amateur sleuth series about Canadian actress Shara Summers will be released by MuseItUp Publishing in 2014. DEATH SCENE, the first book (and a re-release) will be available from 22 September, with the sequel, DEAD COOL, following 0n 25 November. Pre-orders being taken now on the MuseItUp book store site:

You can learn more about Sara and her writing at her website at http://sarajaynetownsend.weebly.com or her blog at http://sayssara.wordpress.com.

 

Thursday, August 14, 2014

KC Sprayberry and her book, Canoples Investigations Tackles Space Pirates, stop by Penny's Tales!

Sally Wild of Inside Galaxy paces back and forth near the Venus Mutt stand. Every time she happens to spot the delicious sweet treats coming out of the fryer, her nose curls up toward her close set eyes. At a nearby table, a vid-recorder and lights are already set up. She continually looks at her PocketPad, checking the time.
“Darned children don’t know they have to be an hour early for an interview. How in the galaxy will I make them look foolish if they don’t give me the time to do that?”
Sally slides into a chair and checks her makeup. Once she’s certain it looks fab-u-lous, she opens the audio feed. To her malicious delight, a young man straddles the chair across from where she sits.

Sally: Carl Wills?
Carl: I sure don’t look like my sister.
Sally: Good day, this is your roving reporter, Sally Wild, with Inside Galaxy. We have with us today, one of the infamous BD Bradford’s sidekicks, Carl Wills. Carl here is going to tell us all about young BD, about how he captured the space pirates troubling Canoples Station, and we’ll try to pry out of Carl why he, BD, and Terry Ashley are the uncontested champions of the Gut Buster eating record.
Carl: Let’s get this over with. I have things to do.
Sally: Carl, Carl, Carl, we’re on the air. You did agree to do this.
Carl: That’s before I figured out that you’re going to trash my buds. Not happening.
Sally: I’m hurt, Carl. You know we’re only interested in informing our viewers about anything affecting the Twelve Stations. Come on, tell me about the Gut Buster contest. Did the three of you really eat 30 of those pizzas?
Carl: Yeah. No big deal. We were hungry.
Sally: But the actual full sized Gut Buster. Why, that’s for an entire family. You’re trying to convince our viewers that you and two of your friends actually ate 30 of these massive pizzas?
Carl: Sure. We were hungry. I think it took us something like five minutes to go through that snack. Are we done yet?
Sally: Aren’t you so sweet. Of course we’re not finished. We’re just beginning. You have to tell our viewers all about the space pirates. How did you figure out where they were?
Carl: We just did. It’s not like that was rocket science. Space pirates are dumb when you get right down to it. It was fairly simple to figure out they were on Jupiter.
Sally: Simple? Really? Why don’t you reveal some of the investigative techniques you used? Our viewers are very interested in knowing how a group of teenagers manage to do what Station Security failed at so miserably.
Carl:  First, Station Security on Canoples totally rocks at their job. It was kind of hard for them to have actually tracked down the space pirates like we did, because there were some low-life creeps hiding the evidence. Second, a good investigator doesn’t reveal his or her techniques. That’s bad business. Third, this interview is over. Take a hike.
Sally: Well, have it your way. She walks off a little bit but remains focused on the boy at the table. Lovely Inside Galaxy viewers, I have another interview coming up soon, with the other BD Bradford sidekick, Terry Ashley. Stay tuned for more dirt on this group of out of control children. But right now, you’re stuck watching that ad about that book. Don’t we have any other advertisers?



Canoples Investigations Tackles Space Pirates
Available now!

Excerpt:
Five flitters arrow around the massive tetra-flex porthole giving everyone a view of Jupiter and her moons. These are ships capable of seating two to four people for station-to-planet hops. The largest thing in sight, Io, is in synchronous orbit between the station and Jupiter.




Blurb:
The biggest worry on BD Bradford's mind is scoring enough creds to snatch a copy of the latest vid-game. He's set on getting his girl to stop glaring at him, until Space Pirates make their presence known. Thrown into a day without end, BD and his team can't do anything right, until faced with an impossible situation.

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Bio:

Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in Northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with new tales from the South and beyond.
She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Some of her short stories have appeared in anthologies, others in magazines. Three of her books (Softly Say Goodbye, Who Am I?, and Mama’s Advice) are Amazon best sellers. Her other books are: Take Chances, Where U @, The Wrong One, Pony Dreams, Evil Eyes, Inits, and Starlight. Additionally, she has shorts available on Amazon: Grace, Secret From the Flames, Family Curse … Times Two, and The Ghost Catcher.
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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Barb Caffrey talks about her story An Elfy On the Loose!



"On the Writing of AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE"
by Barb Caffrey




To discuss how I wrote AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE – much less why I wrote it in the first place – I need to discuss the most important person who's ever been in my life: My late husband, Michael B. Caffrey. Because without him, AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE – much less the entirety of the Elfyverse – would not exist.
Michael was a much more assured writer than I was when I met him back in 2001, as he'd written two full novels and was working on another one. (I've managed to extract two stories from his first novel, and those stories, "A Dark and Stormy Night" and "On Westmount Station," are available at Amazon as e-books.) Michael also was an accomplished editor, and was probably the best person I could've been around as I started to seriously write fiction.
However, when we married in 2002, the novel I was working on wasn't AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE. I had no idea that I was about to write AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE, either, nor that I'd write more than 240,000 words in the space of about thirteen months.
So what happened to jog loose the story of Bruno the Elfy and Sarah, his Human companion and friend? And why did I listen back in September of 2002 when Bruno popped up and said, "Hey, over here! I have a story to tell?"
Back then, Michael and I had just gotten back to San Francisco, California, which had been his home for many years, from a lengthy honeymoon visit with my family. And I'd read an anthology about Elves where the anthologist said something to the effect of, "These Elves aren't your normal Elfie-welfie stuff, either." While the name of that anthology didn't stick, the thought of what, pray tell, "Elfie-welfie stuff" might be apparently did, as it wasn't three hours after I closed the book that Bruno appeared.
When a character appears, fully formed, it's best to listen to what he has to say. But all I knew, when I started writing, were three things: Bruno liked to wear black, when his race, the Elfys, mostly loved bright colors. He was the equivalent of a teenager. And he did not like to rhyme, even if all the other Elfys did.
Even so, that was enough for me to start writing what I then called "The Elfy Story." I wrote the first six parts or so – less than chapters, about a thousand words per part – alone. Michael took a hand when I got to the seventh part because I had some sort of problem I couldn't immediately solve, and he got intrigued. Then he figured this story had legs, and he wanted to help me figure out where it went.
What did he do, exactly? Well, I have an Elfy Lexicon in the Bilre language – Bilre being what the Elfys speak, of course – and I wouldn't have that without Michael's help. He also helped me hash out how the Elfys are governed, and what their society is like. Trade is a must, and whoever Trades with all the other races can be a very wealthy and powerful person, but knowledge, too, is essential – because if you don't know what's likely to be important to each species, how could you possibly relate? (Or Trade, either?)
In figuring all of that out, we decided that the Elfyverse must be a true multiverse, where the various races tend to have worlds (or levels) of their own. And each race is different; for example, I knew from the beginning that Elfys were a type of shorter Elf (no Elfy is taller than four feet, two inches unless he or she is of mixed blood), but didn't have the same set of strengths and weaknesses as the Elfs (never Elves, as if you call them that in the Elfyverse, the Elfs will charcoal you for your presumption). And I knew that we had at least three races involved – Elfs, Elfys, and Humans. But as time went on, I knew the Dwarves were present (as they built air-cars), as were the Trolls, and maybe even the Ogres . . .
Still, world building aside, why should anyone care about Bruno just because he's an Elfy and from a magical society? You'd think that someone who has magic, and a lot of it, would be too hard to root for, right?
Not in Bruno's case. He's an orphan, a ward of the state, and because of a past traumatic brain injury, he doesn't remember everything he should. Further, most of what he's been told about himself is wrong. Worse yet, the Elfy High Council is so afraid of Bruno's potential magical power that they've intentionally mistrained him before sending him off to the Human Realm (our Earth), intending to maroon him there forever.
Despite all this, Bruno never completely loses his sense of humor, which appealed to me. He refuses to give up – it's just not in him – and that, too, appealed to me. So I kept writing . . . and my husband kept editing.
As I wrote, I learned that Bruno had landed in a house that was haunted. And where he mostly couldn't do magic. And where he only had one friend: the strange Human girl Sarah, who he had to make common cause with due to her loathsome parents (as one of my friends put it, "Sarah's parents are straight out of reality TV"). They're in a bad situation, but it quickly gets worse when Bruno's mentor Roberto tries to rescue them, but instead ends up getting captured himself by Sarah's terrible parents. Who are themselves in thrall to a Dark Elf, who's up to no good . . . and then, of course, they fall in love, and everything gets better in a weird way because that's what love does, despite everything else going to the Hells in a handbasket.
With all of that going on, Bruno and Sarah realize they have to gather allies. But how can they? Bruno's new to the whole Human Realm (our Earth), while Sarah's been told her whole life that she's unimportant and way too young to be bothered with. And they need both Elfy and Human allies, which isn't going to be easy . . .
But somehow, some way, they will do it – or die trying.
With this huge, complex plot, I could've easily gotten lost. Fortunately for me, Michael was there every step of the way. He told me when I'd get frustrated, "Don't worry. The story will come." Or he'd tell me jokes in a similar way Bruno tries to do with Sarah from time to time in AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE (where do you think I got that from, hm?). Or he'd help me draw diagrams when I tried to figure out why the Elfy High Council did anything at all . . . plus, he edited what I wrote, gave me excellent advice, and re-wrote nearly all of Dennis the Dark Elf's dialogue to make it even nastier and more hissable.
What more could anyone ever ask from her spouse than that?
So, in closing, if you enjoyed any part of AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE, please remember my husband Michael. Without his presence in my life – without his understanding, patience, and love – this novel would not exist. Because I'd not have known enough about love to write it.





BARB CAFFREY is a writer, editor and musician from the Midwest. She is the author of the humorous urban fantasy/romance AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE, and is the co-author of the Adventures of Joey Maverick series (with late husband Michael B. Caffrey). Previous stories and poems have appeared in BEDLAM'S EDGE, HOW BEER SAVED THE WORLD, BEARING NORTH, STARS OF DARKOVER, the Written Word online magazine, Joyful Online, the Midwest Literary Magazine, and at e-Quill Publishing. A writer, editor, and musician, Barb is also an inveterate reader, a huge baseball fan (Go, Brewers!), reviews books at Shiny Book Review, follows politics, is mystified by the Maury show, and wonders when her little dog will ever stop doing "the paw trick."  Find her at Elfyverse, Facebook, or Twitter.

 

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Michael Thal and the Koolura Series on Penny's Tales

Spotlight on THE KOOLURA SERIES

When I was teaching sixth grade I noticed that my pre-teen daughter wasn’t reading. During her toddler years and first three years in elementary school I had read books to her prior to bedtime. Once her reading level was fluent, I figured she would enjoy reading on her own. But now in middle school, she only read when she had to.

So one day I confronted Channie. “Sweetie, why aren’t you reading on your own for enjoyment?”

Books are boring. I like to do cool things like play with video games and put together puzzles.”

I thought for a second and said, “Would you read a book about a very cool girl?”

She had to think for a while, and then shrugged. “Maybe.”

Channie was always interested in psychology, so I said, “How about if I wrote a book about a very cool girl with psychic powers.”

Channie’s eyes lit up. “That’s real cool. I’ll read that.”

That was when Koolura was born.



The Legend of Koolura tells the story of a sixth grade girl and how she obtained the cool powers. She has the ability to dematerialize at will and reappear where she chooses. She can move objects with her mind and she can even defy gravity! But will these powers be of any use in stopping a stalker intent on her destruction?
The stalker is determined to retrieve Koolura’s unrealized psychic powers and hurt any of her friends who get into his way.

As the hour approaches for Koolura’s final confrontation with her nemesis, she may finally find vengeance to the man who killed her mother.

By the time Channie became a parent herself, Solstice Publishing published The Legend of Koolura during the winter of 2012. True to her word, Channie read the book dedicated to her and her sister, Koren.

I had taught public school for 28 years until a virus robbed me of my hearing. Unable to understand what my students were saying to me, I retired from my profession and reinvented myself. I taught myself how to write like a pro.



By this time, my youngest daughter was attending the University of California at Santa Barbara. One weekend I visited her and we took a ride into the nearby Santa Ynez Mountains where we discovered Lake Cachuma and a nearby sleep away camp. I thought this would be a great setting for my second Koolura book. I wanted to make sure the books were connected, but survived nicely on their own. As Koren and I strolled the surrounding forest and the water’s edge of the lake, a plot began to coalesce.

In Koolura and the Mystery at Camp Saddleback, Koolura reveals to readers her powers—teleportation, flying, healing and levitating. However, after her first night in the girls’ bunkhouse, Koolura wakes up drained and powerless. Who or what has stolen her psychic abilities?

As Koolura searches for the truth about her power loss, she and the Chumash Girls have to deal with pranksters ruining their cabin and destroying their summer. Campers plan revenge but problems escalate as lives are threatened. Will Koolura and the Chumash Girls solve the mystery at Camp Saddleback? (Solstice Publishing published Koolura and the Mystery at Camp Saddleback November 27, 2013.)

Since Koolura officially entered puberty during The Legend of Koolura, I wanted to show her continued growth and power development. During the course of The Mystery at Camp Saddleback, Koolura discovers she can time travel. Now how cool is that, Channie?

Currently, I’m working on book three in the Koolura Series, “Koolura and the Mayans”. The novel opens about four months after Koolura and the Mystery at Camp Saddleback ends. Koolura is traveling to Oaxaca, Mexico with her friend Leila, a deaf girl she befriended during summer camp. Koolura’s dad will be marrying Terri Lather, the police officer who helped Koolura in the first book. (Terri reappears in book two when dad announces the engagement at the Santa Monica camp.)

In The Legend of Koolura, we learn that Koolura got her amazing powers from an alien machine called the Decoolerizer. In book three, while Koolura and Leila are traipsing through a Mayan ruin, days before the wedding, they discover a Decoolerizer, which when handled by Koolura, transports the duo back to the time when the Mayans ruled pre-Columbian Mexico.

All three books in The Koolura Series are connected, but the plots are not dependent on the previous book(s). If a reader never read The Legend of Koolura it wouldn’t affect his or her understanding of Koolura and the Mystery at Camp Saddleback nor “Koolura and the Mayans”.



During the 15 years out of the classroom since my hearing loss, I wrote two other novels besides The Koolura Series. These books include Goodbye Tchaikovsky ( Royal Fireworks Press, 2012), the story of a teen violin virtuoso who wakes up on his twelfth birthday deaf, and The Abduction of Joshua Bloom (Solstice Publishing, 2014), a science fiction novel about the abduction of a teen by an alien race of humans determined to find a new home for their people.



Feel free to visit my website at www.michaelthal.com to read the reviews about my books.

For five days beginning August 1-August 5 The Koolura Series will be on sale for $.99 at these sites (the print books are available, too):

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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Kristin Wallace teases us with a bit from Imagine That


Imagine That


Back Cover Blurb:
Children’s author Emily Sinclair was supposed to be the next J.K. Rowling… Until her second book flopped and her imagination went on the fritz. So Emily sets out on an epic adventure to find inspiration again. Till a dead car lands her in Covington Falls, Georgia. Soon Emily is taking up her quest, looking for inspiration driving a mobile library van, as a companion to a crotchety old woman and her insomniac dog, and as a very ungraceful baker’s assistant. Of course, what really sparks her romantic fantasies is a valiant hero, though he yields a paint roller instead of a sword.

Rugged, blue-collar Nate Cooper has spent most of his life avoiding the printed page. These days he doesn’t have much use for fancy words and certainly not for a slightly off-center writer on the lam. Not when his mother is battling cancer, his little brother has morphed into a teenaged ogre, and God seems to have taken a vacation.

On paper, these two would seem the least likely pairing, and a happily ever after nothing but fantasy. But with faith and imagination Emily and Nate are about to write a new chapter that will lead to unexpected love.



Excerpt:

Chapter One

A stomach-churning thunk. A disaster-laden chug. A scary, threatening gurgle.
Emily Sinclair’s hands clutched the steering wheel as she guided her how-could-you-give-out-on-me-now convertible to the side of the road. With a last ominous blunk and splutter, the car gave up the ghost.
She switched off the engine, waited a few seconds, and then turned the key again. Nothing.
Not surprising. As if anything glug-glugging like an octogenarian trying to cough up a lung was going to restart with so little effort.
A cranky yowl went up from the passenger seat. Emily glanced over at the pet carrier and sent the fat Persian inside a confident smile. “Don’t worry, Wordsworth. This is why modern man invented cell phones.”
She fished her phone out of her purse. A blank screen stared back at her. Pressing more buttons did nothing.
Dead.
Dead as her car.
With a sound of disgust, Emily tossed the useless phone aside and stared out the windshield at the deserted country road in front of her. The very deserted country road that stretched around a sparkling blue lake and disappeared into the back of beyond. The kind of road featured in all the best horror stories. Emily’s mind conjured up every one, along with the opening line in the newspaper article.
Once-famous children’s author found mangled to death. Quest to locate her lost imagination and revive faded career ends in disaster… as her mother predicted.
Muttering an oath, Emily climbed out of the car and slammed the door as hard as she could. What a fix. And ironic. There were rules about writing. Not grammar rules, like where to put commas or when to use a semicolon. No, the unofficial rules for fiction writing. Chief among them is that an author should never start a novel with the character driving or thinking. No, readers wanted action right off the top, and the car could never break down.
In college, Emily had written a short story where the heroine’s car stalled in a typical these-people-will-murder-you-in-your-sleep town. Emily’s professor had written cliché in bold, red pen across the page. Not satisfied, she’d added boring cliché, underlining the boring with three thick red lines. The critique had stung. The fact that it had come courtesy of Professor Vanessa Sinclair, Emily’s mother, had been like ripping off an old bandage.
Emily was breaking all three cardinal rules of writing at once. Though technically the driving rule didn’t apply. Same for the sitting rule. She was thinking, though. Thinking her entire life had become a cliché, so what did it matter if she broke her mother’s precious writing rules? She was a one-hit writing wonder. A flash in the pan. A big-haired eighties’ rock band that had scored one giant hit and then disappeared into the oblivion of those nostalgic ‘Where are they now?’ music specials.
Emily sighed. If one had to break down somewhere, one could do worse than… what had the sign said back there? Covington something. Covington something, Georgia. Muted afternoon sun shimmered off the surface of the lake. She lifted a hand to ward off the eye-watering glare and focused on the water. In her previous life, the golden flecks of sunlight reflecting off its surface would have transformed into a million different kinds of fantastical creatures. Or maybe something nightmarish would charge out of that bank of oak trees across the lake.
Unfortunately, Emily was stuck in her real life, and her imagination was on the fritz.
Well, at least she wouldn’t die of water deprivation while she waited to be rescued.
Speaking of rescue.
A car had appeared, winding around the curve of the lake. A big ole’ country truck calling to mind hoedowns and hay rides. A big ole’ rusty truck, Emily realized as it drew closer. Burnt red growth spread out across the hood like a marauding band of Vikings overtaking a defenseless village. She imagined rust was the only thing holding the vehicle together.
The truck slowed and Emily tensed, torn between elation at being found and wariness regarding exactly who might be behind the wheel of the ancient rattletrap. The glare off the windshield made it impossible to see inside the cab, however.
The tires veered off to the side of the road and stopped, sending up a cloud of dust. Emily waved her hand, choking on the airborne dirt. Her mouth felt dry as if she had licked the ground. The door opened. Work boots emerged. Brown and roughed-up and covered in… paint. A man stepped out, and Emily steadied her hands against the car to keep from falling over.
Mr. Darcy. No, Heathcliff. Only instead of a cravat and breeches, he was dressed in faded jeans and a black T-shirt, which seemed molded to an impressive chest. Heath stretched up a good six-plus feet, towering over her puny five-foot-two frame. A lock of dark chocolate-brown hair brushed over his forehead. Their eyes met. Since she was already thinking in clichés, Emily’s mind offered up a million of them to describe his eyes. She could start with gray, but no way did such a mundane word do them justice. Slate, storm clouds, a roiling sea, glazed pewter. Devastating, and framed by thick sooty lashes no man had a right to possess.
He stopped a few feet away, and Emily had the fanciful notion he was trying not to frighten her. Like she was a skittish filly about to bolt.
Hi,” he said. “Car trouble?”
His voice was like his eyes. Smooth and deep, like honey in a cup of hot tea.
Emily nodded. How could she speak when every male literary fantasy she’d ever dreamed about had unfolded from a rusted-out pickup?

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About Kristin Wallace
Growing up Kristin devoured books like bags of Dove Dark Chocolate. Her first Golden Book led to Laura Ingalls Wilder, Nancy Drew, C.S. Lewis and the Sweet Valley High series. Later, she discovered romance novels and fell in love all over again. It’s no surprise then that Kristin would one day try her hand at writing them. She writes inspirational romance and women’s fiction filled with love, laughter and a leap of faith. When she’s not writing her next novel, Kristin works as an advertising copywriter. Kristin is the author of the Covington Falls Chronicles, romances set in a quirky Southern town with a character all its own. Be sure to check out the first two books in the series, Marry Me and Acting Up.
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Monday, July 28, 2014

Beverly Ovalle talks about her Inspirations on Penny's Tales


Inspirations

I’m not sure how other authors come up with their stories, but here are a few odd ball inspirations that have come to me.

Touched by the Sandman came to me appropriately enough as I was waking up. The state between waking and sleeping when you feel like you are between two worlds. The warmth of the bed as opposed to the cold air you know you’ll face when you peek your head above the covers. The instinctive snuggle to absorb the heat of your lover, only to find he’s not there. My brain kicked in and that is how Touched by the Sandman came to me, a whisper of an idea as I woke.
So, luckily it was a weekend. My husband was gone, at work already. So I grabbed my computer and started typing away. When I finished I sent it off to my beta readers (I’m always looking for more by the way!)

Dragons’ Mate came to me late at night as I was watching the SyFy channel. It was some alligator vs. crocodile movie. Why two fictional reptile creatures inspired a ménage dragon shifter romance I have no idea, LOL. I just think my brain doesn’t process things in a normal way. But who needs normal?
Lightning Strike. Hmm. I have no idea how that happened! It is about a war veteran and a tree nymph. If I recall correctly I was surfing the internet and started reading about mythology and that led to a page on nymphs. That then led to my story. A magical place, a man and an injured tree nymph just percolated out of my brain and to my fingers.

A Saint’s Salvation was different. Never meant to published, I created a character that had the personality of my son. Don’t say sick, LOL. It wasn’t a love story at first. It was a way to deal with the angst. My son was in Afghanistan and it was hard on him, me and my husband. He would message us weekly or daily, just to touch base with home. I believe it was to touch base with reality and normal life, so he remembered what home was like. He won’t talk about what went on there, but the young men he served with are all really close even though they are all over the world. When he came home, he wasn’t quite the same young man. He had matured, somewhat. He’ll always have a wicked sense of humor. Just having him home safe, I was able to divorce the story from him and it turned into a romance.

I could go on and on. I have two stories currently in the submission process. One another dragon shifter tale, Stealing Hope, which is exciting as it will be my first full length novel so it will eventually be in print! Woo hoo! The other is a short hot erotic western, Triple D Dude Ranch. I was laughing and said I should write a western from a city girls point of view, but it got hot fast and furious. It takes place in Texas and it has a horse. What else does it need? A hot cowboy? Oh yeah!
I have four more stories I’m working on. I don’t always remember how I was inspired, but when I do, as you can see, it just isn’t normal!



Touched by the Sandman
~A lonely woman's torrid sexual dreams and fantasy partner await her as a dominant reality in another dimension~
The sandman visits those that need him, assisting them to sleep. Until one night he meets a woman that he cannot help but return to time after time.
She is lonely. He comes to her as she drifts off to sleep, the man of her dreams. Awake or asleep, which is her reality?
He knows she is the one meant for him. He will find a way to make both of their dreams come true.

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Dragons’ Mate
They had been searching for their mate, but when they find her she is traumatized and scared to be around strange men. They must get her to accept them before they reveal their true natures. Will their love be strong enough to break down her barriers? Could she truly be destined to love two dragons?
Today Annie’s dragons will shift and fulfill her every desire, which means a fiery threesome—and true love.
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Lightning Strike
For generations Levi’s family had guarded a sacred glen in the mountains. Still far from man this isolated area was a favorite spot of his grandfather. Levi grew up listening to his tales and fell in love without ever having stepped foot there.
Now Levi’s family, led by his grandmother, wanted to sell the land. With only his grandfather and Levi against it, Levi has to prove to the rest of the family why they needed to continue their guardianship. Believing in his grandfather’s tales despite himself, Levi went armed with his camera and his well-known expertise behind the lens and headed out for proof.
Providing that proof and protecting the secrets of the glen from the world, Gaia needs to convince Levi to continue that protection. Daphnaie, the embodiment of his every dream, is sent to show him why, stealing his heart in the process to save her world.
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A SAINT’S SALVATION
Corporal Nicholas 'Saint' Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also needs to try to forget the courageous woman he knows was meant to be his.
Petty Officer Angelina Jones' life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. Knowing Saint received a 'Dear John' letter, Angelina has no intention of being his rebound romance. She needs to be loved for herself. She needs to forget about the one man she knows was meant to be hers.
They each try to find someone to help them forget.
But what does fate have planned for them?
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AUTHOR BIO:
Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines.  Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.

Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell.  Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.

Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.

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