Thursday, January 31, 2013

Brandi Schmidt visits Penny's Tales


Debut novel by Brandi Schmidt
Represented by MuseItUp Publishing, Release Date March 2013

Genre: Paranormal Romance



Tru Darling is a Sparkler. She didn’t choose to be almost electrocuted, inherit otherworldly powers, and fall for the hottest evil guy in St. Louis—but that’s exactly what happened. Her power to see true love spark in the eyes of strangers, to watch it flicker with excitement, fuse with it’s perfect match, or witness it burn out from despair, is a wonderful curse that drains her emotionally and physically. But she can’t afford to be weak while she’s hunting down soul mates, saving others’ faith in love, and contemplating if her new hot boyfriend is her guardian angel or the angel of death. Being a Sparkler may have its perks; enhanced vision, intuition, and physical beauty. But what of the personal costs that come with Tru’s destiny? Constant danger, unbearable pain, and lost souls she just can’t save. Tru must choose between a normal life without love or a birthright that comes with great passion, danger, and responsibility.


Mini Excerpt:
“We are like these branches. They kindle the flame and allow the fire to grow. When the fire can sustain itself, they disappear into the ashes. You can try to start the fire by holding a flame to the logs, but it’s a difficult and timely process, if you complete it at all. Most of the time you would give up, exhausted and frustrated.” He paused to look deep into my eyes. “You can try to force a fire, pretend it’s there, but eventually you will come to know the truth. A pretend flame doesn’t have any heat.” He stood and moved toward me with his beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the light of the fire that had already begun to blaze beside him. As he neared me, I could feel my heart race and my face flush.

He knelt at the couch and continued, “You see, we are the kindling for love. We facilitate the fire that burns between two people.” He was whispering now, only inches from me. “Can you feel the heat?”


About the Author:
Brandi Schmidt lives outside St. Louis with her husband, three beautiful children, and one loveable Golden Retriever. She is in love with love and admittedly cries at anything sappy. She graduated from Washington University with a BA in Biomedical Engineering Science, but soon found statistics and facts were too confining for her creative mind. Thus, writing became her release into a new and wonderful world of words.



I want to thank Brandi for stopping by Penny's Tales today.  Your book sounds fabulous and with that gorgeous smile, how could you, and your story, not be a huge success!  

Monday, January 28, 2013

Stan Hampton stops by Penny's Tales


Vellum – It’s What’s for Writing!

            Okay, so that was a bad take-off on a popular commercial from several years ago. Okay, maybe a couple of decades.
            Anyway, I am a middle aged grandfather. I have wanted to be a writer since I was 15 years old, but it was not until 1992 that my first short story was published. And nothing else happened until 2001. After that I have made steady progress in being published. I’m not rich yet, but one can always hope.
            So, why be a writer? I am not sure but I have plenty of stories I want to tell. Though I may never be rich or even well off, I will keep telling stories for as long as I can.
            Hand in hand with the desire to tell stories is my love for books. It probably began when I lived with my grandparents. One day I discovered a bunch of old books in a bookcase. One of those was a large green book in which I first discovered the names of Captain Cook, Ferdinand Magellan, Christopher Columbus, and a host of other explorers, all presented with black and white woodcut illustrations. But what I remember most about the book was the thick, stiff pages—these were heavy duty pages, not like today’s thin pages of paperback books or even textbooks. Then too, that was a heavy duty book meant to last for awhile unlike most of today’s books.
            A thousand years ago books used heavy duty pages meant to last for awhile—vellum. Though I knew the terms “vellum” (parchment made from calf skin) and “parchment” (calf, goat, or sheep skin), their meaning never truly sank in <http://www.archives.gov/preservation/formats/paper-vellum.html>. One bright, momentous day not too long ago I discovered YouTube! Suddenly I had a very visual world in front of me. Almost anything I typed into the search bar produced some sort of video clip, usually around 1-3 minutes long.
            It wasn’t long before I learned a bit about how vellum is made—the soaking and washing of the skins until the hair could be scraped away, followed by stretching on a wooden frame. After the reverse side of the skin was scraped free of any remaining meat, the skin was allowed to dry. Then it was “polished” with a stone. Finally, the skin—officially called vellum—was cut out of the frame. Then began the process by which the vellum was trimmed and prepared for writing, illumination, and insertion into a book. As Mr. Spock of Star Trek fame would describe the process, “Fascinating.”
            Medieval society had its throw-away tools as we do, but more from necessity than design. The scribes used bird feathers or reeds to write with. Writing needed ink, which was made from natural materials. For illumination, the multi-colored borders, oversize letters, and painted designs, a variety of materials were blended to produce the needed colors. Again, “Fascinating.”
            Truly, I am in awe of the many scribes who tirelessly and patiently copied ancient texts for monastic and private libraries. Imagine spending hours, day after day whether summer or winter, sitting at a slanted wooden table and copying a book, word for word, onto sheets of parchment. Perhaps their eyes drooped, or their fingers and hands ached from such dedicated labor. But someone had to do it, otherwise so much knowledge, so much history, would have been lost to the future generations.
            We owe a lot to those tireless men and women, and to those a thousand years ago and more who understood the importance of knowledge and the written word.

How parchment is made – Domesday – BBC Two
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-SpLPFaRd0

Medieval Manuscript Reproduction, Part 1: Pricking (BygoneArts)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0akEes4NNw&feature=related

Medieval Manuscript Reproduction, Part 3a: Writing (BygoneArts)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoTl5KFacBs&feature=relmfu

Medieval Manuscript Reproduction, Part 3c: Erasing a mistake (BygoneArts)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=At0oB7d3xrs&feature=relmfu

Medieval Manuscript Reproduction, Part 5a: Painting an Illuminated Letter (Bygone Arts)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oa8gMb0YC68&feature=relmfu

Parchment and Paper – NYPL’s Three Faiths Scriptorium
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cupPN6kC14E&feature=relmfu

Pens, Paint-making, and Illumination – NYPL’s Three Faiths Scriptorium
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIUQznSEPl0&feature=related

Writing – NYPL’s Three Faiths Scriptorium
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwUNxsEIP6I&feature=relmfu

PS: If you would like to hear a little “Medieval Rock,” I recommend Mediaeval Baebes (Temptasyon; Salva Nos; and Blow Northern Wind) or Blackmore’s Night (Just Call My Name; Under a Violet Moon; and Way to Mandalay Bay). Yes, you can find some of their music on YouTube though sometimes there are different versions.







BLURB: An engineer dedicated to saving Venice from the rising seas, fails in his task. As a severe storm and high tides threaten to burst through the flood walls, he resolves to remain in Venice with a ghostly lover who claimed his heart years before. A woman from his staff who loves him, does not evacuate, but remains to battle his ghostly lover before he dies in a sinking Venice…

EXCERPT: The dull booms, like the measured beats of a primeval heart, echoed through the gray drizzling afternoon. Each boom was a countdown to a finely predicted cataclysm that man, through his mistaken notion that he could control nature, had finally admitted that he was powerless to hold back.
            Dr. Gregorio Romano, tall, with dark brown hair and watchful hazel eyes, stood before the open tall narrow window of his corner office in the ornate, gilded Ducal Palace of the once La Serenissima Repubblica di Venezia, the Most Serene Republic of Venice, and peered into the gray drizzle toward the unseen barrier islands. The almost submerged islands of Lido and Pellestrina, with their channels opening onto the Adriatic Sea, formed the southeastern perimeter of the timeless Venetian lagoon. He listened to the echoing booms of the rising, stormy Adriatic, and thought of a mythical, prehistoric mother who gave birth to an imaginative species that dreamed of the impossible and often made it happen. And now the mother was ready to take back one of the greatest dreams of her children, ready to clasp it deep within her bosom.
            “Gregorio?”
            “Yes,” he replied as he gazed at the gray choppy waters of the lagoon.
            “Have you reconsidered? Are you ready to evacuate?”
            “Not yet.” Gregorio tilted his head slightly as a sleek dark gondola glided effortlessly across frothy, white-capped waters and halted before the flooded wharf, the Riva degli Schiavoni, in front of the Palace.
            Patrizia Celentano, the first and last female gondolier of Venice, looked up at him and gave a friendly wave. He raised a hand in return. Her gondola was a traditionally built and shaped boat, but rather than the traditional black as required by law, she painted it a dark wine color. Though she offered to erect a shelter to protect Gregorio from the elements, he always preferred to ride in the open.
            “We can evacuate you by force if necessary.”
            “You won’t,” Gregorio smiled as he turned to face his computer on the polished wooden desk. The broad, bearded face of his boss, Dr. Niccolo Ricci, nodded in agreement. “There’s no need, and a helicopter is scheduled to pick me up from the roof of my home tomorrow morning at 0600 hours.”
            “The calculations might be incorrect. The gates could break tonight...”

www.melange-books.com/authors/sshampton/GatesofMoses.html



BIOGRAPHY

SS Hampton, Sr. is a full-blood Choctaw of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a divorced grandfather to 13 grandchildren, and a veteran of Operations Noble Eagle (2004-2006) and Iraqi Freedom (2006-2007). He has served in the Army National Guard since October 2004, and holds the rank of staff sergeant. He is a published photographer and photojournalist, an aspiring painter, and is studying for a degree in photography and anthropology—hopefully to someday work in underwater archaeology. His writings have appeared as stand-alone stories, and in anthologies from Dark Opus Press, Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy, Melange Books, Musa Publishing, MuseItUp Publishing, Ravenous Romance, and as stand-alone stories in Horror Bound Magazine, Ruthie’s Club, Lucrezia Magazine, The Harrow, and River Walk Journal, among others. As of December 2011, he became the latest homeless Iraq war veteran in Las Vegas, Nevada.


Wow, Stan, you have been one busy guy!  You are full of interesting facts and your book sounds like a great one. I wish you tons of success and I want to thank you for stopping by to visit with me.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Marian Lanouette teases us with a taste of her book, Burn In Hell



Penny, I want to thank you for hosting me today. I'm excited about my newest release. It's the second book in the Jake Carrington Mystery series, Burn in Hell. It's an exciting time for me and Jake. In September 2012 we saw the first book published and five short months later the second hit the shelves last week.
Single again after he and Mia broke up Jake meets and starts dating a woman who runs a cemetery/crematory. Kyra's (Key-ra) job doesn't bother Jake until he finds evidence she is burning bodies for the mob along with the legitimate ones.  Here's a little taste from the beginning of the book. I hope you and your guests enjoy it.

           

Excerpt Burn in Hell:
With her head down, she sat at her machine, waiting on the supervisor to come back—to unlock the machine so she could play again. More than anything, she needed to win. A hand landed on her shoulder, startling her. Jerking away, Kyra turned to see who belonged to the hand. Crap, not the supervisor. Joe Dillon, not exactly the person I want to see right now.
“Hi, Kyra.”
“Hey, Joe.”
“How’s it going?” Her host sat down next to her.
“Not good,” she whined.
“I’m sorry to hear it. You know you have a payment due soon?”
Double crapola. “Yes, I know.”
“Why don’t you leave the machine for a while? Come have something to eat with me?”
What could he be up to, she wondered?
“Why?”
“Why? Kyra, let’s discuss your loan payment over dinner, explore your options.”
What options? There weren’t any. All week she racked her brain trying to find a solution to the mess. Though a quiet guy, Joe scared her. Deep inside, she understood he could destroy her. Not a person she’d want to cross.
“Kyra? Please, no one’s going to touch your machine. Maybe a break will change your luck?”
“What the hell. I could eat,” Kyra hissed. Something had to change.
“How about a steak?”
“Fine.”
They got up at the same time, bumping into each other. Joe sat back down, let Kyra get up first. He followed her as she headed to the Trenton Steak House. Joe grabbed her arm and pointed to the private elevator that went directly to the entrance to the Whale Room. She looked at him. He smiled.
“What’s up, Joe?”
“I think you need a real break Kyra, so we’ll head up.”
Curiosity got the better of her, but she figured she’d find out what he was up to in good time. Then the fear hit her. Maybe she shouldn’t leave the floor with him. She owed the casino seventy-five thousand dollars. Behind on her payments, she spent three grand tonight trying to win her next payment. Stupid—how could I be so stupid? I should’ve made a partial payment with the three grand instead of gambling tonight. They wouldn’t beat up her up, would they? Tasting the bile as it violently pushed up from her stomach, scorching a path to her throat. Kyra couldn’t control the tears that flooded into her eyes when she started to choke.
“Are you all right, Kyra?”
“I don’t want to leave the public floor, Joe.” Kyra’s hands shook along with her entire body. Unable to control her voice as it cracked, her mind searching for an escape.
“I have a deal for you, but I can’t discuss it in an open area. We’ll discuss it upstairs, over dinner.” He smiled.
Oh yeah, she thought, the farmer leading the cow to the slaughter. “What kind of deal?”
“We’ll discuss it upstairs,” he repeated firmly.
“You’re not going to break my legs or anything like that. Are you?” she half-heartily joked.
“No such thing, Kyra. Relax.” Now’s the time too really worry, she thought. Just like the “trust me” phrase, it gave her the willies.
* * * *
Joe Dillon studied Kyra as they rode up in the elevator. To look at her, you’d never guess she’d lost control of her life. He liked her curves, her full lips, and the wild, curly red hair. Shorter than he, she stood about five feet four inches—he didn’t like looking up at a woman. Too many women today were taller than him. He looked into her green, green eyes, his mind taking off in all directions. Not now, Joe. Kyra’s not worth the trouble. He knew she had a son—her divorce a by-product of gambling. The boss told him this morning she was losing custody of her son. What woman gambles to the point of losing her child? Joe thought about the deal he’d be offering her, dragging her down even further. He pushed the guilt from his mind. Not my fucking problem. Kyra did this to herself. If I ever caught Camile gambling, I’d break her legs. Joe saw what gambling did to families. Too much heartache for too little reward, he mused.
Joe thought of the deal he’d lay on the table for her—two choices—wondering which one she’d choose. Neither was pleasant. I’m only the messenger. That’s how he justified his work. Blinded by greed, these people put themselves in this position with their gambling addictions.


Bio:
One of ten children, Marian took to writing to explore new and adventurous places. While her friends traveled on planes for vacation, Marian traveled in books. With an overactive imagination, it didn’t take long for her to start creating her own characters and stories. If I Fail, A Jake Carrington Mystery that released in 2012, is the first book in the series.
As an avid reader, she discovered mysteries by reading the Daily News as a youngster. Intrigued by the real life crimes, and how the police worked and eventually solved them, ignited her imagination beyond the ordinary.
An English professor marked her final paper with an A, but wrote a note that said, “Well done, though you’re not Virginia Woolf yet, so add a little action to the story.” That one line had her punching up the action in stories to come.
Marian has many plans (books) for Jake Carrington and his crew. She invites you to discover these wonderful characters and share your impressions at: marian.author@gmail.com or www.marianl.com
Buy links: I'll have the Amazon ones soon for Burn in Hell and As the World Ends (I'll forward them as I get them.) Thank you, Marian
As the World Ends is also scheduled for release in January 2013.
Burn in Hell Book trailer: http://youtu.be/AP2r5W7zeTo




Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Janet Evanovich stops by Penny's Tales!

Janet, I am so thrilled and honored that you took the time to visit my blog today.  I know you are extremely busy so let me get started.

1) Having the huge successes you have had with all your books, especially the Stephanie Plum series, did you ever consider giving up, due to rejection letters?
       
        One dark moment, after I'd written three novels over 10 years and couldn't get arrested, I took my box of rejection letters to the front curb and burned them, box and all.  The next day, I went out and got a temp job.  Four months later, my agent called to say that he'd made a sale and I've been writing ever since.

2) Your fabulous books just keep coming.  Where do you find the time to write, blog, make appearances, and everything else you do in a single day?
       
        It takes good time management.  I start work every day around 6 a.m. and work for at least eight hours, seven days a week.  And I don't blog or tweet!

3) How did you ever come up with the Stephanie Plum idea and did you ever imagine this series would be as huge as it is?

        Well, first of all, I never imagined it would be as huge as it is today.  In 1992, I was primarily a romance writer.  I went to the movies and saw a film I really loved -- Midnight Run -- a funny bounty hunter story with Robert De Niro and Charles Grodin.  I thought that if I made a protagonist a reluctant female bounty hunter, I might get a good book out of it.  That was 21 Plum books ago.

Thank you again Janet for stopping by.  You are a true inspiration to me and many other authors out there.  I can hardly wait for November when # 18 will be out!

This was posted on my blog over a year ago.  I just finished Notorious Nineteen.  Janet Evanovich never disappoints and just keeps pumping out fabulous stories.  Now the wait begins for #20!


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Sonya Watson's blog tour stops by Penny's Tales




Michael’s Memoirs
I am dead inside

I envisioned cradling my mother’s body as she died. My heart was filled to the brim with regret since she died without any of us by her side. The monsters that prowled the night as well as the day took my mother from me. I vowed as a man, human and hunter I would rid the world of the plague the Guardians knew as the Strangelings. Life filled my soul and travelled to my limbs and escaped through my smile. But now the reaper was my shadow. Many have died by my hand. My heart knew no joy or misery. My innards have been carved out leaving an empty shell. “Who would love me?” I was loved once. In the beginning, love blossomed and happiness was infinite.  But when death came for my mother I no longer had time to entertain the trivial matters of love.  Rage consumed my thoughts, revenge filled my heart and wrath tainted my spirit.  “Am I any better than the things I hunt?” Although I have shoved love aside, it stalked me like a hunter would stalk its prey. Whether night or day, snow or rain, the memories of what it was to love would find me. I was lost on the path called revenge. Anger pulled the strings of the limbs that wielded the weapons. The blood of the enemy covered my hands and stained my core but concern was absent since what I needed was irrelevant.  My mother was dead and my father was absent. I had no one. All I needed was me. My resolve was tested many times but I remained true to the mission until Abrianna.  The light from her soul beamed when she smiled, her voice calmed the ravenous seas of hate and her touch warmed a heart encased in stone. Maybe just maybe she will help me find my way. 



Bio:  I was born in Mandeville, Manchester, Jamaica. I moved to Canada eleven years ago. I discovered writing when I was eleven. However, I was unable to pursue it since I resided in a country where writing was impractical. I rediscovered the art my third year at York University. Kinesiology, the program I was enrolled in, was no longer simulating and I found myself questioning my purpose in life. This led me to poetry and poetry led me to writing novels.


 
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Monday, December 17, 2012

Mike Omar Shares A Wealth of Information




10 Reasons to Build Your First Website TODAY – Takes Less than One Hour
To make a website these days (on your own domain) is a process that takes less than an hour and takes no coding knowledge at all. This is possible due to a simple piece of software that you can install on your domain called WordPress.
It is estimated that over 15% of websites on the Internet right now were made using WordPress, and it is enabling people who hardly know how to use a computer to make themselves professional and impressive websites. You can customize it directly from your Internet Browser and it can have any look you want, with no limitations on what can be done with it.
Here are ten reasons you should make yourself a practice website today:
1.   It will cost you $10 / year for the domain and $5 / month for hosting. In other words, it is very cheap.
2.   It will take you less than an hour to make your very first one.
3.   You can start charging others $500 (or anything) to make their websites (in fact, the first website you  should make  yourself can be your “website creation services” business).
4.   You can advertise yourself or your business with a website, and that will give your business more credibility.
5.   You can gain more exposure for yourself or your business with your website by connecting with other webmasters and getting onto the major search engines.
6.   You can start building websites that make passive income online and start to become less  dependent on an employer.
7.   You would have an impressive new skill to put on your resume.
8.   You can start testing your entrepreneurial ideas by putting them on a website before truly investing in them.
9.   You will never have to depend on a web developer again (especially those who continue to charge an arm and a leg for minor updates).
10.   It is a fun and easy process, and once you learn, you'll start building websites for all kinds of reasons. 

  

AMAZON FREE DAYS
How to make money online (kdp dec 1-2)

How to make a website (kdp dec 6-7)


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Saturday, December 1, 2012

Tara Fox Hall gets interviewed - It's a hoot!




A huge thank you to Penny for having me here today!

 I’m here today to promote Shadow Man, the second book in the paranormal action adventure Lash Series.

1.  Give us the inside scoop on Tara Fox Hall and don’t leave out the part about target practicing and firewood cutting….

Tara Fox Hall is a capable countrywoman who was raised in the city. I am equally comfortable sewing or operating a chainsaw. I call most creatures friend, and believe in practicing random acts of kindness, including animal rescue. As for target practice...I usually practice with my .38 revolver, just like the heroine Sar from my novels. I also use a .22 semiautomatic pistol, a single barrel shotgun, and sometimes a .22 rifle.

I had a friend named Eric R. in high school that I hung out with later when I was in college, and he was in the US Army. He taught me to shoot with a .22 bolt-action rifle that was his mom’s. I enjoyed it so much, I got my own second hand rifle for my birthday. I was also reading books at that time by a favorite author of mine, William Johnstone. They promote learning how to defend yourself with a gun, no matter if you’re male or female, at all ages. I took that to heart and applied for my pistol permit.

As for firewood, I began cutting it in the summer of 2000, when I bought a horse farm. (See Saw Man at http://halloweenalliance.com/stories-legends/saw-man.htm, if you’re interested in more of the details). The previous owners has cut down huge trees and left them to rot. Unwilling to let them go to waste—and unhappy about how my electric heat was both expensive and ineffectual in May—I had a wood stove installed and asked a friend to teach me how to chainsaw. At first, I couldn’t get the damn thing started myself. It took me a while to learn the procedure, and still more time to fell a tree so it went where I wanted it to go. But with better than a decade of experience now, I’m pretty decent, as the pics will attest.




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2. Tell us a little about Shadow Man and this Lash character.
This is the blurb for Shadow Man: A renegade vampire begins amassing a flock of true believers, threatening America's vampire hierarchy. Weresnake Lash partners with old enemy Danial and new allies Burl and Spiderboy to track down and annihilate them. Betrayed and left for dead, Lash reemerges the victor, edging ever upward in the Assassin's Ranking, and catching the eye of the sultry nightclub singer Cassandra Nile. Drawn into drugs by Cassie, Lash begins to doubt himself, yearning to leave his life of violence, even as enemies close in from every side.

The central themes of the book are banding together to rise up against corruption, deception, betrayal, the evils of addiction, the strength of friendship, old grudges, and the consequences of choices, whether hastily made or well-contemplated.

But there are many other themes that run through my Lash Series: being an outsider, discrimination, the benefits and drawbacks of family loyalty, evil begetting evil, and the lengths a person will go to in order to protect someone they love. The protagonist, Trystan, initially becomes Lash because he sees no other way to save his loved ones or himself. His actions to protect his loved ones and himself drive the book series, and change the course of his life, putting him on the path to infamy. When you have everything in your life reinforcing the worst in you, it’s a hard not to succumb.

This is the second book in the Lash series. Initially I thought to end the first book with the events at the close of Shadow Man, but realized halfway through that the work was going to more than one book by the time I was done. I also realized that I was hooked on writing Lash’s life, and there was a much longer story I wanted to tell. I can’t wait to delve into research for more sequels.



3. When the movie version of Shadow Man comes out….who will play Lash?
I’d pick an unknown, so that the viewers would really see Lash, and not some well-known actor. That way—hopefully—the actor would agree to be in several sequels…and not be already taken for some other role.

4. I found you have many credits to your name, Tara, and most look like horror/paranormal stories. How did you come up with the ideas for this series?
The character of Lash is a mix of me, my husband, my various family members, with some personality traits of the guys who I work with in the metal shop. A large part of the inspiration for Lash’s personality came from old gangster movies from the 30s and 40s that depicted the Roaring 20s. I was also watching the first version of The Karate Kid the day I wrote the book outline, which inspired part of the plot (the racism Lash experiences, his not having a father around in his youth, and his later training to be an assassin with the man called “Master”). I travelled to both The Everglades and New Orleans years ago, so much of the description of scenery and The French Quarter is from my memories of those weeks. Valerian’s plantation house is loosely based on Oak Alley, a real plantation outside Baton Rouge where the movie Interview with the Vampire was shot.
Lash is a character from the latter books in my Promise Me series. He is old when he appears in the Promise Me series, and not much is known about his earlier years, other that the few details he provides. He was terrific fun to write in hat series, and he became my mother’s favorite character, though she hated him at first. As he was also a character I wanted to know the backstory on, I began telling his story, beginning with the little info I knew about his past. Unlike the Promise Me series, Lash’s story is not a romance, but filled with action, adventure, horrific events, suspense, sex, and yes, a little bit of passion.

5. Have you or do you want to write in other genres?
My writing credits already include nonfiction, horror, suspense, action-adventure, erotica, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. I hope to try YA in another year or so. I have a book in its final stages, but as it has the makings of yet another series, it’s going to have to wait a while.

I am pleased that two children’s stories I wrote, A Tree’s Dream and The Perfect Dog, are free online at www.childrens-stories.net under New Writer Stories. I am thrilled that a friend, Tina Wildey, agreed to illustrate them. A new story, The Present People, will release in time for Christmas.

6. Now since your stories run on the scary side, is there something in the inky darkness that sends chills up your spine?
Almost all my short horror stories are based on nightmares. Take a look at www.flashesinthedark.com at any of the 12 stories online there. ALL of them are from real nightmares I’ve had. The worst of the worst are always saved and compiled for tales of Latham’s Landing, my fictional partly submerged island mansion. “Origin of Fear” in Spellbound 2011 and “All That Remains” of Bedtime Shadows contain my worst nightmares to date.

7. Can you give us all some insight into one of your works in progress?
If all goes well, the next Lash Book, War, will be out in 2013. Another 3 Promise Me series sequels will also publish in 2013: Taken in the Night, Taken for His Own, and Immortal Confessions. I am also working on collaboration with T. Fox Dunham for a shorter work about a werefox couple during WWII. Here is the promotional blurb written my esteemed colleague:
Human civilization rips itself apart in a second world war. Sions, the race of were-foxes, are forbidden to interfere, but a young werefox reaching maturity, following the dark prescient vision given to each of her kind, breaks this vow for her secret mate. T. Fox Dunham and Tara Fox Hall combine their art to create this tale for a combined anthology with Jay Wilburn for Hazardous Press.

8. When you are done with your work, do you have a go-to person that you let read your story?
My mother reads my work before it is submitted anywhere, from poem to article to short story to novel. If she doesn’t like it, it doesn’t get submitted. Believe me, she has no trouble being critically honest, even being my mom. Recently, the good Jenny Twist also has proofed my shorter works, like blog posts. She is a huge help to me, and I’m very grateful. Another good friend, Tori L. Ridgewood has also helped proofing some of my novels, like the aforementioned Lash, Broken Promise, and Shadow Man.

9.  And of course the most important – where can we find you and your stories? 
Online, of course! Here are my links:



Tara's Facebook Page:



For info on my recently published series books Lash: Shadow Man click here: http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Man-Lash-ebook/dp/B009UHDZHY 

Excerpt from Shadow Man:
      I went into Abraham’s office. He was sitting there behind his desk, working.    
      “What?”
      “I’ve made arrangements with Jacob for him to turn Winnie a week before our oathing.”
      “And this couldn’t wait to tell to me until after my weekly bullshit run?”
      Abraham scowled at me. “I’m telling you because I want you there, watching him and me, Lash. I’m worried she may not make the change, that she might die! I love her. I thought as a friend, you’d understand.”
      Now I felt like a heel. “Sorry,” I hissed. “These trips are wearing on me.”
      “They are wearing on us all,” Abraham said flatly. “Tell Jeanna to move this week, Lash. We can’t wait any longer. Her reports from this year now are that Eli has close to a thousand vampires total in his church. That means he’s outnumbered Jacob and the other local rulers in men by a hundred to one.” Abraham’s voice was deeply afraid.
      Those numbers scared me, too. “What did Devlin say? I know you’ve kept him in the loop.”
      “Devlin Dalcon ‘doesn’t believe the numbers are right.’ He says that there are only a few Rulers capable of making vampires, and all have sworn they are not helping Eli. And he says that the borders are being watched, so none are sneaking in. So he thinks somehow Eli’s got magical help and is bringing them either from Europe somehow, or more likely that they are not true vampires, but some kind of faerie crossbreed of demon and some other species—”
      “That’s bullshit.”
      “I know,” Abraham said. “But word is that Dalcon is losing his sanity. He’s stayed out of the limelight since his visit here years ago, and he’s not seen at all outside his fortress in the North. They say his legendary reign may be ending.”
      I wasn’t sure whether to be happy or sad. There was a lot that was bad about Devlin, sure, but Eli was not a problem I wanted to deal with without someone like Devlin waiting in the wings as backup.
      “Get going,” Abraham said grumpily, shuffling papers on his desk. “I have to make some calls. Thank God for the telephone. At least it saves me traveling to meetings every night. If only they’d devise a way for me to be able to view the person I’m talking to!”
      I nodded and left as he began dialing.


You have been a delightful guest, Tara!  Your books sound thrilling and your life sounds – well certainly not boring!

Thank you so much for stopping by Penny’s Tales as part of your book tour.