Friday, April 18, 2014

Interview with Barbara Garren, Author of Phasms: Infinite Potential.


Interview with Barbara Garren.


Get to know Babara and her new book, Phasms: Infinite Potential







·         What is your favorite board game? Card game?

       I’m not really into board games, but my husband and I have a game of Rummy that we’ve been keeping track of for almost 7 years. We play to 500 or a thousand, but keep track of who is ahead overall. The funny thing is, whenever we count up all the tick marks we end up being pretty even. 

·         When writing, do you share chapters with friends or beta readers as you go or do you keep your projects secret until they are complete?

       I share with one CP as I go along – usually chapter by chapter, but I have another CP who gets the whole project when I think I’m done with it. They each provide different types of feedback and this is what has worked best for us. It just evolved this way, and I would imagine different writers and their CP’s would work out their own process, as suits their needs. When I’ve made the first round of changes, I send to both of these friends, as well as a few other trusted Beta’s. I don’t share with friends or family until I think it’s ready to query or publish.

·         Do you have any special talents? (Singing, dancing, juggling, gardening, etc.)  
      
      LOL – no. I have none. I can’t carry a tune in a bucket, can’t play any instruments, can’t paint or draw. I used to run really, really long distances (marathons and ultra’s) but a knee injury 3 years ago has pretty well put an end to that. I do make amazing soup – of any kind. I guess that’s it. 

·         What was your favorite subject at school?  

         I’d have to say math. I hated it at first and thought I was just dumb, but once I realized it was like a big puzzle waiting to be solved, I really got into it. I do math problems in my head for fun, or to prove I can. I loved physics too, and took AP physics as an elective, cuz I’m weird like that. 

·         Please share a favorite line from your newest book. 
       
       Hmmm – okay, this is from Captive Potential, Phasms Volume 2: “Aiden shrugged, and it was that motion, that inconsequential and dismissive movement that made me realize we really didn’t know each other at all.”


   
   Check out this special excerpt from: Infinite Potential, Phasms Volume 1

JAMIE’S NOT WITH ME on the beach. My arms and legs feel loose and disjointed. I walk along the edge of the water, picking up starfish and easing them back into the ocean, the waves pulling them back to their normal depth.
I look up, gasp, and jump back. Strange people float by me, inches off the ground, yet their feet leave shallow impressions in the sand. Their limbs are lean and graceful.
They remind me of the ballet lessons I took as a little girl. They wear loose, flowing clothes that move gently in the still air. Their skin has a soft warm glow, an iridescence that highlights their features: straight brows, fine jaws, and sensuous lips. The men are every bit as beautiful as the women. Some more so.
Their voices are soft, yet eerie with longing and desire. They pass, slowing to look at me, their hands resting gently on my shoulder before pushing off. Their thoughts, wishes, and desires swirl inside my chest. No two are alike, and each fills me with images of things I’ve never known. I think they are praying, but it’s no prayer I’ve heard or read. It’s more a sense, a feeling of what they long for, of what they have lost or seek, what they have never known and always known. What they hope to find.
Hundreds pass me, filling me with an ache, a loneliness of never finding, never knowing what they are. I look up as the last one pauses before me, familiar in all his strangeness. He’s tall and dark with features both beautiful and fierce. His mouth twists, threatening and tender, at the same time he reaches toward me with both hands.
Unlike the others, he stands square in front of me with both hands on my shoulders. His eyes have no pupils, no depth, yet no end of depth. He opens his mouth, revealing teeth that are even and white. Everything about him is achingly familiar, strong, and masculine. And alone.
The agonizing ache of loneliness creeps through his hands, along my shoulders, falling into the pit of my stomach, echoing how I feel. I stumble to my knees and he falls with me, his eyes locking with mine. He struggles, his mouth twisting, one hand cupping my face. His brow furrows, an inky wetness filling his eyes before he’s thrown back, yanked away by an invisible force.
He climbs to his knees, straightens, and stands. Pain and anguish radiate from him, mirroring my own feelings. He reaches a hand toward me once more, cries out in silence, and shimmers from my sight.


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  I'm a writer, a reader and a frequenter of the more charming sites in town, namely pubs.
  Born and raised in Southern California, I left to explore the world courtesy of the U.S. Navy. I've lived in San Francisco, New York and Norfolk, Virginia, but prefer to call San Diego home these days, with my husband, Henry (the inspiration for all the romance).
   When not working on my next novel or reading a good book, I can be found running after my grandchildren, my dog and my sanity.
   I believe a well-rounded diet consists of coffee, scotch, chocolate, popcorn and Luna Bars - in that order - and have been accused of violating grammar and etiquette rules in at least seven countries. My Muse is a Valkyrie named Prue, so look out. 
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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Interview with Anya Breton & Excerpt from The Sorceress Screams.



·    Hi Friends! I have the lovely and talented Anya Breton on the blog today. She answered some of my silly interview questions and brought an awesome excerpt from her new release, The Sorceress Screams. 

  The Interview
 
          Concerts can be very expensive, who do you think is worth the splurge?
Weird Al. Seriously, I wasn’t a fan until I bought tickets for my guy. But Al’s concerts are like watching a string of his videos in person. He came out wearing a fat suit for his MJ cover of “Bad”. I’m showing my age here, but hey *shrug*
·         If you could learn to prepare (cook, bake, etc.) any dish as well as the restaurant that makes it best, what would it be?
Red Lobster’s Shrimp Scampi…back when it was super buttery.
·         When writing, do you share chapters with friends or beta readers as you go or do you keep your projects secret until they are complete?
Generally they’re secret until they’re complete. I’ll sometimes share the title, and maybe a tagline as a tease.
·         What is your favorite board game? Card game?
Scene It? (The DVD game) I’m a total IMDB fanatic so I’m not bad at that game :)
·         How do you choose your character names? Do you ever change their names mid-process?
I draft the character’s main traits and then look for names that fit them. Mostly it’s a “gut” kind of thing. I have to like the name since it’s going to be all I see for however long I’m writing and editing the story. One important thing is ease of typing it! I tend not to choose odd spellings for that reason. And I lean toward names that could have several nicknames.
As far as the last part, yes. I wrote the entire Sorceress series and then changed the sorceress’s name (because I’d discovered someone else had written a magical heroine with the same name & nickname).
·         What was your favorite subject at school?
In high school it was English. In college it was art history.
·         Do you have any special talents? (Singing, dancing, juggling, gardening, etc.)
I make awesome holiday fudge ;)





 
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Book info:
Title: The Sorceress Screams
Series:
 The Only Sorceress Book 2
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 71,500
Heat Level: Steamy
Blurb:
Self-proclaimed sorceress Kora only wants to succeed as a small business owner in Sedona. Her new age shop might not be in the red if a certain beautiful high priest hadn’t blackballed her. Desmond promises to scratch her back if she scratches his. Finally having her loudest detractor on her side is worth any task, no matter how distasteful.
A favor for dear old Mom—the goddess of magic—earns Kora a powerful undead enemy. Only the city’s vampire ruler can help her out of her latest bind. But Maximo’s demands hit a little too close to the heart.
It’s one step forward and one step back toward Mom’s plans for total coven infiltration. But Kora has time, and with her soul in the balance, she has no choice but to succeed.

Buy Links

  • Amazon http://www.amazon.com/The-Sorceress-Screams-Series-ebook/dp/B00JERG8TM
  • Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Sorceress-Screams-Series-ebook/dp/B00JERG8TM/
  • Evernight Publishing http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-sorceress-screams-by-anya-breton/
The Excerpt:
Maximo tilted his head to the right as he sank the chair in a slow bounce. “City ruler’s significant others are generally considered untouchable.”
I drew a loud breath through my nose. Though he probably wasn’t fooling me, I didn’t like the suggestion. Not considering his recent history.
“You killed your significant other.”
“I killed my significant other to save you, Miss Walsh.” His precise pronunciation and stiff frame hinted he was irritated he’d had to speak the words.
I couldn’t refute the accusation. My face heated. I’d be dead or still enthralled if he hadn’t stopped Ascencion. Enthrallment was a fate worse than death. Was I wrong to be disgusted with him?
No, my disgust was because he’d immediately sought me out so soon after his lover’s death. His failure to observe a period of mourning was simply in poor taste.
A little truth might be in order. “And then you came to me the next night. That doesn’t give me warm fuzzies.”
“I will admit that probably didn’t look good from the outside looking in. But you must understand Ascencion and I had been over for decades.”
He stood, moving toward the window behind his desk. Maximo lifted the white Roman shades and gazed into the moonlit garden. His back remained to me as he spoke.
“I asked that woman to marry me ten times in our century and a half together.” He emphasized the number with slow enunciation. “Each elaborate gesture earned me a laugh in the face. She broke my heart more times than I can count. I cared too much to make her stop. When I finally hardened myself to her and her whims, I no longer cared enough to make her leave.” He shrugged. “She kept the house organized. What I didn’t realize was how deeply she’d dug her nails into my business. I’m not sorry she’s gone, Miss Walsh. There was nothing left to mourn.”
His long-winded speech reinforced the words they’d exchanged during Ascencion’s final minutes.
But there was still the little matter of my ring. “How do I know you’re not just trying to use me for the ring?”
He gave a soft laugh. “Like you’re using me?”
“You’re enabling this behavior.”
“I’m taking advantage of something you want, yes. But if you’ll recall, I’ve been after you since Ascencion dropped you in my living room last month. Long before the appearance of this.” He wiggled his pinky where I could see it.
“You were after me?” I couldn’t stop my loud scoff.
“I claimed you as part of my faction so you could stay.”
“That hardly seems like—”
“I asked you to the solstice ball so I could win your date.”
He had been in a bid war with Eamonn Cary for the date. There was one problem with that. “But you let Marino win it.”
Maximo gazed at me out of the corner of his eye rather like the woman in his painting. “Because Ascencion wouldn’t have allowed anything else without hurting you.”
His girlfriend had joined the bid war shortly after him. I recalled that much. And I recalled thinking she’d torture me if she won.
But he still had my ring.
What leverage would I have if I agreed to his terms for safety from Nadir Khan? And was I honestly thinking of dating a vampire? I didn’t know the first thing about dating! Trip had scared every potential beau off for as long as I could remember.
But Trip was avoiding me. Two weeks was an age for him. Had he finally given up his obsession? Or had the gods finally done something to keep him away from the Mortal Realm as part of his punishment?
Shaking myself, I focused my attention back on Maximo. “I need my ring back. I can’t agree to anything until that’s settled.”
He fully faced me, rubbing his fingers over the thin strip of hair coating his jawline. “Yet if I return it to you, you’ll have no incentive to remain with me.”
“I would as long as Nadir Khan was a threat.”
His indulgent smile returned. “The ring will be an anniversary gift.”
The only anniversary I’d ever observed was my birth. But I could handle his demand if it were for a short time. “A month?”
“Like all anniversaries it would be a year, Miss Walsh.”
My jaw dropped open. “You’re not serious! I’ve never had a boyfriend in my entire life! There’s no way I’ll last a year! I don’t know the first thing about how! I really need that ring! You can’t do this to me!”
Maximo was in front of me before I’d noted the movement. I gasped through quaking lungs. His hands slipped around my waist, drawing me against his fresh lavender and warm sand scented chest before I knew what hit me. And then he kissed me with an urging press of his cool lips against mine.
He dug a hand into my hair, holding me still. My temperature lifted as he deepened the kiss with a sweep of his tongue through my lips. The eerily cool temperature should have been disturbing, and yet it wasn’t. I hardly noticed it as the soft muscle swirled and teased along the inside of my mouth. It had been so long since a man had held me that I was nearly helpless to fight my desire.
This was the kind of embrace that preceded something far more intimate. Yet he eased away, holding my gaze with his deep-set dark eyes. Together our chests rose and fell far heavier than they ought to.
“I’ll teach you how.” He stared at my lips. “Rebecca.”
My given name spoken in his softest voice was an unexpected aphrodisiac. I pushed my nails into my palms—the only way to avoid grabbing onto his cheeks for another go. The man could kiss.