Friday, June 22, 2018

Why Do You Write?

I love these group topics. They always make me think. This one is -
Why do you write or feel compelled to write even through the difficult parts?
And that’s where I am right now in my latest book.

It’s an interesting topic and can be taken a few ways. Why do I write or feel compelled to write? It’s something I’ve done all my life. When I wasn’t writing novels I wrote descriptions, plotted out stories, wrote whatever. It’s fun, it’s a challenge, and it’s what I do. Why do I feel compelled to write through the difficult parts?

I don’t give up. The options are to write through the difficult part or don’t finish the story. Can you imagine how many partially written books I’d have if I stopped whenever it got difficult? That’s one reason. The other reason to write through the difficult part is for the reader. If I don’t write through the difficult part it’s not going to be the best story I can write and the reader might feel cheated.

As I said at the beginning, that’s where I am now. I have finished my WIP but those difficult parts? I highlighted the sections in red when I was writing and skipped over them. Now I have to go back through the story and write in those red sections; describing a sharp shooter taking a shot from about two blocks away through a window; dropping in characteristics and common traits of a serial killer and fleshing out the paranormal aspects of the story. I have no choice. I have to write in all those difficult parts or the story won’t be that good.

I’m not sure if I answered the question, but I’m off to see what everyone else had to say and then back to writing through the difficult parts.

Victoria Chatham

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

New Website Reveal

Just over a year ago I revealed my new website. That was almost the last time I said anything about it. It looked fine, but it wasn’t user friendly, I couldn’t get anything changed, no one understood what I’d ask for, etc. etc... I gave up and seldom even visited it.  I had a one year contract so I waited. About a month before the contract expired I started to research for a new web designer. I wanted one that could do a nice website and also understand what I wanted and would make changes. I asked people for their suggestions, posted to loops, checked out websites and did a lot of research. I finally made my decision and we started to work together. It was a complete different process. And there are so many things behind the scenes that happened it was amazing.

So I have a new website I love. I even have a separate section for my western romantic suspense books and I have a What’s up this Month on the Home page  to let you know what I’m doing this month and where I’m guest blogging. And I have an SSL certificate. I’d love to have you hop over to check it out, and let me know what you think.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Kat Doran, Vengeance and Giveaways

Legal nurse consultant, victim advocate, sexual assault nurse examiner Kat Henry Doran and her alter ego, Veronica Lynch, has been there and done that--many times over. She often travels to the wilds of Northern New York State, witnessing the wonders of Mother Nature at her best. From the shores of Lake Ontario and the Saint Lawrence River to the historic Adirondack and Catskill Mountains, she creates stories featuring strong women and the men who love them.
When not writing, she can be found lashed to one of her sewing machines--or chauffeuring the four brightest stars in her life: Meredith and Ashlin, Owen and Kieran.

Character Interview

Beverley: What’s your name?   
Grace: Grace Dunavan.
Beverley: Where did you grow up?
I was born in Summerville NY, a town on the shores of Lake Ontario in Western New York State. At the age of 13 I was sent to the Kylemore School in Galway Ireland where I remained until I entered the convent at age 18.
Beverley: During what time period does your story take place?
Grace: Modern day.
Beverley: What’s your story/back story?
Grace: I am a child of privilege, the only child of two sinfully wealthy people who run Eastman Industries in Western New York. From an early age my parents didn’t quite know what to do about my desire to help those less fortunate. They nearly stroked out when I told them I wanted to enter the convent—but they let me, believing I’d see the error of my ways and ‘jump the walls’. When I left the nunnery they threw the biggest party of all time. In my civilian life, I work with victims of violence.  
Beverley: Why would someone come up with a story about you?
Grace: Because I’m fun. Well, that’s not the only reason, but I’m known as Mad Dog, a nickname I picked up while working in the slums of Rio de Janeiro. I’m thought to be stupid and fearless and because I run up against judges and prosecuting attorneys who have their heads up a dark place and it’s my job—because I know it all—to set them on the right path toward peace, justice and the American way.
Beverley: What conflicts are you facing?
Grace: Securing hard funding for Crime Victims Service, the agency I direct. I refuse to tap into my trust fund or go to my parents because they’ll only say “told you so”. Plus, I’m trying to figure out if Rafe Archangeli, the former Scourge of Summerville, is the real deal or one more scam artist looking for a fast buck.
Beverley: Do you have a plan for resolving them?
Grace: Let go and let God.
Beverley: Is there anything you’d like us to know about you?
Grace: I love to dance the Samba, can’t never eat enough hot fudge sundaes, and the Golden State Warriors rock.

Blurb for Vengeance is Mine (a contemporary romantic trilogy):
Ever think about going back to study hall to face down the school bully?
The mean girls?
The brainless jocks who made your life a pure misery?
For Dru Horvath, gypsy orphan turned Pulitzer Prize winning photo-journalist; Rafe Archangeli, Scourge of Summerville who now heads a multi-million dollar trust; and Fiona “Fat Aggie” Thorpe who recreated herself into an A-list model with her own A-list agency, the opportunity to exact revenge is too good to pass up.
Will they find the vengeance they crave?
Or something more valuable?

Excerpt from Vengeance is Mine:

“Tough way to find out about the other woman.”
“Other woman, hell,” Dru groused. “The assistant was some young stud from Tommy's gym with abs to die for.”
With that. she side-stepped him and reached for the knob on the bathroom door.
Fast on his feet, Rory's counter move brought them nose to nose. “Play much poker, Horvath?”
“I don't know what you mean.”
“Before you started trash talking the cheating ex-husband, your face lit up like the Fourth of July. That tells me you've got something stashed in the tote. Until you let me look inside, it stays out here.”
Clutching the canvas tote to her chest, she sneered, “The only thing in here is my outfit for tonight's event. If you think I'd go naked, one of us is a couple fries short of a happy meal.”
His response came in the form of another gimme motion with those thick, blunt fingers. “How about I close my eyes if I encounter any lacy unmentionables?”
“As if.”
She knew the instant he found the back-up phone. The screw-you look morphed into a smirk. “It's not smart to mess with Homeland Security, sweetie. Those guys eat small rodents for breakfast.”

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Monday, June 11, 2018

Can He Make That Shot?

Do you have a sharpshooter in your book or do you read about them? How far away can he, or she, accurately shoot? I thought I’d share a little of this scene from my book and my research process. I’m a non-shooter and know nothing about weapons.
In my WIP, along with the paranormal touch, I have a hit man. He’s a professional sharpshooter. I had him taking a shot at one of my heroines. She lives in a penthouse. He takes a shot from about two blocks away and shoots through a window.

Is this feasible? It needs to be, so off I go to do some research.

I’ve seen or heard about something similar on TV, maybe in military shows or some of the crime shows, or maybe another book, but will my reader buy into it. So I posted online and asked. I got a few comments on, good luck if it’s shot through glass. I gathered that tends to deflect the bullet and makes it more difficult to make an accurate shot. I had her going to the window to close the drapes. Now I’m thinking maybe the window could be open and she could be closing the window. However, she collects stray animals and has three dogs, two cats and a parrot, so probably the window wouldn’t be open. Could she have screen on the window in a penthouse?
The wind can also be a factor, which I hadn’t considered.

I also didn’t realize that a bullet doesn’t travel in a straight line. It drops slightly over distance, possibly as much as three inches if it’s from two blocks away. Who knew? Wikipedia has some resources on sniper rifles as well. Now I need to pick one that will work.
The actual shooting only takes a few lines but I need to make it as accurate as possible. I’m now rewriting the scene to make it more realistic. Anyone else want to share how they might do research for shooting scenes in their books?  

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Meet Kenneth Gordon and His Latest Book

Kenneth Gordon grew up in Milford, NH and still lives in that state. When he isn’t writing scifi-infused horror novels, he plays PC games, electric and acoustic guitars, and drums. He also holds a brown belt in Kung Fu.

Beverley: Which genre or genres do you write or prefer to write? And why?
Kenneth: For my first five books, it has been science fiction. I like writing Scifi because of the broad platform from which anything is possible and you can say anything. I just started a fantasy novel. Fantasy has well defined elements of good and evil, which I like as well.  There are many parallels between the two and can cross over rather easily. You can describe one thing two different ways. Is it a ward spell or is it a force field?
Beverley: Who influenced you the most in deciding to become a writer?
Kenneth: It wasn’t any single person, but grew out my sheer enjoyment of it.
Beverley: What gets your creative juices flowing?
Kenneth: That is a good question. It could be anything, a TV show, a strange event in my life(In My Blood started with my cat scratching me).
Beverley: Do you have a favorite cartoon character? Why?
Kenneth: I grew up in the golden age of cartoons; so I have far too many to mention.
Beverley: Who would you love most to meet 'in person' and why?
Kenneth: I’m assuming someone that is living? I’d like to meet Richard Dean Anderson. Both his roles of MacGyver and Jack O’Neil were tremendously diverse, showed his range as an actor, and both I’ve enjoyed very much.
Beverley: If you had an unexpected free day what would you do with it?
Kenneth: Very likely, I’d get caught up on gaming.
Beverley: What are you working on now?
Kenneth: My first fantasy story called Bane’s End. I postulate that in ancient times, those with energy sensitivity were the priest or ruling class because they could feel the subtle Earth energies put out by lay lines. That is why we have so many structures that are built over them. This story follows the rise of a wizard to combat the evil Bane, who used to be a wizard, but turned away to subjugate humanity and use them for his own purposes.

Blurb for In My Blood:
There is a plague on an alien world and emissaries have been sent to all inhabited planets to find the Chosen One. It is he that will cure that plague that now afflicts so many.

Thomas Anderson, from New Hampshire, is just about to start his third year of pre-med at Emory University when he meets a strange little man.
Tom is whisked away to the whirlpool galaxy as he starts researching the plague and begins working towards a cure. Little does he know that the cure will cost him everything! He must decide if he is willing to give up his life for a people he doesn’t know on a world that is not his own.

Excerpt from In My Blood:
“This is what we know currently. The disease originated on the second planetary orbit. The Crown Prince and two companions went to the jungle world on an exploratory mission. The Prophet had already told him before he left not to eat from the Faluth tree. After a couple days of exploring, they came upon one of those trees. He was warned again not to eat it by one of his companions, but I suspect his pride overcame his good judgment. I postulate that he may have said ‘I am the Crown Prince, I can do anything I want.’ Thus mocking the words of the Prophet. Six months later, he was dead.
“I don’t understand. How could a fruit kill him?”
“Not only him, but his companions and the royal physician who treated him. Now it has spread to the rest of the province. There are even reports it is in the other provinces as well. If you do not act, our entire species is doomed, along with the other people groups on our world.” The alien lowered his head, closed his eyes and made some sort of humming noise.
“That is our ‘Jick-now,’ funerary song,” Kai explained.
“Again, how can a fruit kill?”
El stopped humming and continued, “We don’t know. He presented with gah-fla symptoms for a couple of days, but seemed to recover. Six months hence, he was at a gathering, took a drink, and dropped to the ground, dead. It was only after we performed a post mortem that we found his heart was completely black.”
     “What is the normal color?”
“Red to pink.”
“So, much like us; humans, I mean.”
“I really don’t know what exactly I can do. I’m only in my third year of pre med with one infectious disease class under my belt.”
“My son tells me that you are the Chosen One, therefore you will cure this plague. I must confess to you, human, that I have my doubts about you.” Thom stood up and took off his shirt. El-min’s eyes grew wide and his mouth opened wider. “You are indeed the Chosen One. Forgive my doubts.” El-min bowed his head low.
“Nothing to forgive.” Thom said as he put on his shirt, “Truth be told, I’m not sure I can live up to your ideal, but I’ll try my best. Can I get—”
El-min raised his hand. “I just received a message from the ship that we are about to make our first jump. Please sit down and prepare yourselves.”
The three sat down in the chairs.
“Don’t we need seatbelts or something?” Anderson asked.
“Remember the car?” asked Kai-min.
“Passive restraints?” the younger alien said.
“Oh, yeah. Ok, same deal.” Thom said as his body stiffened, not knowing what to expect.
“Jump in 3…2…1…JUMP!”
     Thom closed his eyes tight and gripped the chair with a white knuckled grip. There was a strange rushing sound. He dared not look, but his curiosity got the better of him and he peeked open one eye. It was as if space itself were passing through the ship and him. He could see stars, constellations, planets; like the ship was invisible, and he was traveling alone in the dark, cold, vastness. Particles passed by him; he felt he could reach out and touch the very fabric of spacetime itself. In an instant it all compressed and whirled past him at incomprehensible speed, yet the ride was as non eventful as sitting on his own couch. Then the wall of the ship came back into view, and the trip continued as if nothing had even happened.

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Monday, June 4, 2018

Ghosts – Do You Believe?

I’m busy working on my latest WIP. It’s mostly finished. I’m doing the final edit and getting it ready to send off for editing. The book is a contemporary romantic suspense but I have several characters that have paranormals talents.

One of them can move items by concentrating on them. It’s called telekinesis. The dictionary defines it asis an alleged psychic ability allowing a person to influence a physical system without physical interaction.’

Another one is a sensitive. She feels or senses things from touching a person, a photo or a letter. The ability is called psychometry. The dictionary defines it as token-object reading, or psychoscopy, is a form of extrasensory perception characterized by the claimed ability to make relevant associations from an object of unknown history by making physical contact with that object.’

A third person can talk to ghosts. This is called being a Sensitive, Psychics Medium, or Psychic Medium.

And the last person is a witch, spells and all.

The premise in the book is that they work together to help other women in challenging situations.

I’m curious, do you believe in the supernatural? What about in a contemporary novel? Do you have any unusual talents? Have you had any experiences with ghosts?  I’d love to hear from you.

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Meet Linda Nightingale and Four by Moonlight

Linda Nightingale is a native-born South Carolinian who has lived in England and Canada, and now resides in Texas.  Before turning to writing, she bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for thirteen years.
In 2012, her novel, Gemini Rising, was voted Best Mainstream Novel in the Preditors & Editors Readers Poll. Her vampire romance, Cardinal Desires won the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award in 2013, and that was followed by her science fiction romance, Love for Sale, being awarded Best SF/Fantasy novel of 2015 by the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewer’s Choice, and also voted one of the Top Ten Romance Novels of 2015 by the Preditors & Editors Readers Poll for that year.
Four by Moonlight is her first novel for Class Act Books.

Beverley: Which genre or genres do you write or prefer to write? And why?
Linda:I write what I enjoy reading, I suppose.  I write across the genres from dark fantasy to romantic suspense, paranormal or sci-fi romance.
Beverley: Who influenced you the most in deciding to become a writer?
Linda: My 9th grade English teacher, Mrs. Burriss, who’d allow me to write stories rather than book reports.  I remember one about someone with a pinkish silvery hair running through the streets of London!
Beverley: What gets your creative juices flowing?
Linda: A phrase or lyrics from a song, perhaps.  My Muse is generally the one to introduce me to one character who then tells me the story with other characters joining him or her on stage over the time.
Beverley: Do you have a favorite cartoon character?
Linda: Tweety Bird. Why?  I liked his silly wit.
Beverley: Who would you love most to meet 'in person' and why?
Linda: Charles II because he was rowdy and randy and reigned over a lavish court of rather loose morals.
Beverley: If you had an unexpected free day what would you do with it?
Linda: Stay home and write. Since my move, from Texas to South Carolina, I’ve had precious little time to do that.
Beverley: What are you working on now?
Linda: I’m working on 3 projects. One is an erotic romance which is a continuation of “Star Angel” in Four by Moonlight and will be published under my pen name Bianca Swan and will be called Legacy of the Stars; second is reworking a cowboy story; and third but first in my heart is reviewing the book of my heart to send to my editor. In 6 days, the rights from a previous publisher revert to me! The title is Sinners’ Opera.

An anthology of love in the moonlight…in the paranormal universe.

Gypsy Ribbons – A moonlight ride on the moors and meeting a notorious highwayman will forever change Lady Virginia Darby’s life.
Star Angel – Lucy was stuck in a rut and in an Idaho potato patch. She’d seen him in the corner of her eye—a fleeting glimpse of beauty—now he stood before her in the flesh.
The Night Before Doomsday – All his brothers had succumbed to lust, but Azazel resisted temptation until the wrong woman came along.
The Gate Keeper’s Cottage – Newlywed Meggie Richelieu’s mysterious, phantom lover may be more than anyone, except the plantation housekeeper, suspects.

Excerpt from “The Night Before Doomsday”:
Eyes lined with charcoal as I’d taught them, lips rouged by my own hand mocked me.  A bold hand slid beneath my robe, up my thigh, and gripped my shaft.  The hot vibration deep inside trembled along my organ, growing longer and stiff.
Like a spider's web touched by a candle's flame, memories of Home shriveled.
Gentle Magdalene smoothed the hair back from my face, staring at my shocked expression.  “Oh, Azazel.” A fingertip traced my cheek. “Did we hurt you?”
“No.” I clamored to my feet, bewildered by the feelings torturing me.
None would meet my gaze.  Lord of Hosts, if they were afraid of me, I was doubly afraid of them. I’d never felt desire or the effect passion had on the body.  If I had experienced sexual longings, I’d ignored them.  Now, I could no longer pretend.  My body yearned for something I’d believed to be the province of Man and the beasts. 
Ruth winked a painted eyelid.  In her dark eyes, amusement twinkled.
“Ungrateful rabble.”  I tossed my hair back and folded my wings around me, brushing the dust from my feathers.  “I make you alluring.  You repay me by rolling me in the dirt and trying to tickle me to death.”
“You’re an angel.”  Ruth undulated her shoulders.  The lush breasts pointed at me swayed. “You can’t die.”
Oh, but I was dying. More than they could possibly know.  Dying to touch them, dying for them to touch me, caress me there again.  Before my face revealed forbidden desire, I schooled my expression stern.
Ruth stared at me.
Red lips smiling...perfect white hair falling over her face....  
She flung herself into my arms, covered my startled gasp with a hungry mouth.  A warm tongue plunged into me.  I went rigid, considered shoving her away, but a sensation like pain tightened in me.  A need, that I’d never experienced, pulsed between my legs.  I surrendered totally to feeling.
“Ruth, get off him.”  Magdalene’s voice sliced through the haze of passion. “Why do you do these things?  Help me get her off him, Ana.  Azazel doesn’t ask for favors. Help me, Elwen.  It’s not funny anymore.”
Like a blanket, they plucked the heat of Ruth's body off mine. Ana’s gaze swept down me.  Her eyes widened.  Mortified, I gaped at the tent in my angelic robe.  I had an erection.  Men not angels got hard.  The girls stared at me.  No, they were staring at the long weapon I couldn’t control.
“So the chaste Azazel falls.” Ruth laughed and, thank God, my erection wilted.
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