Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Worth checking out!

As reviewed on Goodreads:

Hewhay HallHewhay Hall by Susan Roebuck
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Wow...that's my first impression after finishing story. I wasn't quite sure what to expect coming into this--it sounded interesting, for sure, but after reading, I really don't think the blurb does this book any justice. This is dark and gritty, with one foot planted in a very sobering, real world, while the other rests in the darkest corners of the imagination. Jude, a firefighter who is at the lowest point in his life following the loss of his leg in a horrific accident, goes off in search of hope, something that will give him back his life--a mysterious place called Hewhay Hall. The problem is, the place doesn't seem to exist. Or does it? The answer lies with someone named Verity Slater, or so he's led to believe. What follows is both unexpected and terrifying. I will not spoil what happens, but I will say that nothing is quite what it seems (and in some cases, they are much worse). The characters are well drawn, the imagination top notch, and I think that anyone who reads Neil Gaiman, or even Stephen King would appreciate this story. I hope that this author continues to write in this genre, because I truly think she has a gift for it.

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Sunday, May 25, 2014

Welcome to my Living Dead World...Ms. A.J. Locke!

          Hey urban fantasy readers...looking for your next read? Fellow Etopia author A.J. Locke has a new release and it sounds pretty awesome! I nabbed her for a few questions recently. Read what she has to say and find out about her new book. Don't worry, no authors were harmed in the making of this blog post ;P

     First off, tell me about your most recent release.

Black Widow Witch is about a witch named Malachi who was cursed to butcher any many she falls for because she had an affair with Knave, who was the favorite lover of the sadistic witch queen of the Aeverneath, the realm of witches. Banished to live among humans, Malachi runs a bar, keeps up with her closest witch friends, who also carry curses (one of them is just a head in a box!) and faces prejudice from witch hating humans. The story revolves around a dangerous plot to assassinate the witch queen, which would break all curses, which Malachi unwillingly becomes a central part of. All the while she has to fight her attraction to Julian, an officer assigned to monitor her, since that attraction could lead her to kill him. And there’s also the guilt she feels over falling for someone after Knave since he is still in the Aeverneath at the mercy of the queen’s wrath.

As a genre, what does ‘urban fantasy’ mean to you? How does it differ from paranormal romance? Which do you prefer to write?

 To me urban fantasy can encompass more than paranormal romance since PNR focuses on the romantic relationship between the main characters and should lead to a happily ever after. With Urban Fantasy there’s more space to develop a complex plot, have more action, mystery, and suspense while also including a romantic angle that doesn’t necessarily have to end happily. I prefer to write urban fantasy even though I have written a paranormal novella called Elemental Inferno and I had a lot of fun writing that.

What attracted you to writing in this genre?

I really loved the ability there is to overlay supernatural elements into a non supernatural world. So being able to write about vampires, ghosts, necromancers, witches, etc is a lot of fun because there are so many stories you build.

 Do you read a lot of UF/PNR?

Not as much as I’d like, especially since I have a new baby on my hands, but I absolutely love reading both UF and PNR. 

   Zombies, vampires, wolves, witches…they’ve all been done before, and many times. How do you as a writer keep your stories fresh and interesting?

I try to put a unique aspect into my stories. It can be hard coming up with a new concept, but I don’t try to overwhelm myself with coming up with something completely unique. I think if you have an interesting, strong plot and strong characters, you can write a successful story. But there definitely needs to be something standout about your story. When you think about witches you would definitely think about casting curses, but with Black Widow Witch, I tried to take a different approach by making it so that the witches were the ones who were afflicted with being cursed.
What are you working on right now?

Right now I am trying to finish the sequel to my first published novel, Affairs of the Dead.

For someone who isn’t familiar with your work, how would you describe your writing style?

Fast paced, strong, witty and full of surprises.

Thanks so much, A.J.! Now, check out her book:

Book Description:

A deadly curse, a deadly assassin, and one shot to save everyone she loves…
Malachi Erami can’t fall in love. After she’s caught with Knave, the witch Queen’s favorite lover, she’s cursed to savagely butcher any man she falls for. Exiled to live among humans, Malachi runs a bar that serves magic-laced drinks, but since her curse labels her high risk, she’s also closely monitored. Julian Vira is her latest babysitter, but he’s also the first man since Knave that she’s been attracted to. Good-looking and nonjudgmental of her horrible curse? Yeah, he’s hard to resist.

But when Malachi finds a body behind her bar, she knows she’s in trouble. If the Witches Control Council gets wind of it, she’ll be accused of murder and sent to her death. And when her friends start getting framed for murder, she realizes she’s not the only target. Malachi and Julian dig into the evidence to clear her name, but the closer they get to answers, the closer the curse comes to taking over. So when Malachi uncovers a plot to kill the witch Queen, she finds herself suddenly recruited into service, with the promise of having her curse lifted and a reunion with Knave as well. But if she fails, Knave will die. And she and Julian might not live long enough to see that happen.


Chapter One

Today was the anniversary of the worst day of my life, and I’d been trying to forget about it by consuming a vast amount of booze. The fact that I owned a bar greatly helped with that endeavor, and the fact that I was drunk was an accomplishment, since witches weren’t easily susceptible to alcohol. Humans were onto something with this whole drinking-to-forget-one’s-crappy-life thing.
Behind the bar, I poured a shot for an eager customer. Amaretto, Southern Comfort peach liqueur, and sweet-and-sour mix went into the glass, then I held my hand over the drink and let a stream of purple magic, the same color as my eyes, flow into it. The drink glowed purple for a few seconds, then I handed it to the customer, who drank it with no hesitation. After slamming the glass down, he grabbed the tipsy woman who’d been hanging on him and gave her a sloppy kiss, then led her out of the bar. I smiled and shook my head. The magic I’d put into the shot, aptly named Piece of Ass, would ensure they didn’t leave the bedroom tonight.
Somewhere in the room I heard riotous laughter, and above that the voice eliciting that laughter. Xiune was having a good night for a change and wasn’t holed up in my office. Though since she was just a head inside a clear acrylic box, it was understandable that sometimes all she wanted to do was hide.
“Malachi, darling!” Xiune called. “Seven handsome young men have requested the Challenge!” I smiled slyly. I loved administering the Challenge.
“It’s time for the Seven Deadly Sins Challenge!” I announced, filling up eight shot glasses with vodka, one of which I downed. “Which sin will it be and what will its victim do?” People shouted their guesses while I sent tendrils of magic into the shots. My magic sparked like tiny bolts of lightning, and like the shot I had just made, the liquid briefly glowed purple. I focused on one of the glasses and started whispering a spell, channeling the essence of one of the seven deadly sins through my body. For a brief moment, my body became flushed with a feeling of ravenous desire, then it flowed out of me into the shot glass. I felt rather charged and wondered if this had been the right sin to choose tonight. But hey, I was drunk, and I kind of wanted to see someone suffer. Misery loves company right?
I levitated the shot glasses onto a tray and sauntered over to the table where Xiune was entertaining the men who thought they were up for the Challenge. With her flawless complexion, golden eyes, and vibrant red hair, Xiune didn’t need a body to be beautiful. I’d known her when she had one though, and if she’d been sitting there in all her glory, she’d have every man kneeling at her feet. Her allure was only heightened by the fact that she was a bodiless beauty who used her magic to float herself around in a box. The box wasn’t necessary for Xiune to move around, but she felt safer inside it when she was out in public. That way if a witch hater spat on her, she’d have a shield. It also prevented those on the other end of the spectrum, people who were fascinated by witches, from getting too close. I set the shot glasses down and motioned for the men to stand around the table. They looked like your typical college fare: unkempt hair, sagging pants, and some sort of ironic or sports themed T-shirt. High-fives and shit talking all around.
“Now boys,” I said, leaning forward on my forearms, giving my cleavage time to shine. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? One of you is moments away from experiencing a sin you may or may not enjoy.” They assured me they were man enough to handle any sin, and I smiled. The fun thing about the Challenge was that everyone handled it differently. One man caught with gluttony had run across the street to McDonalds, spent over a hundred dollars on food, then sat on the floor and gorged himself. A woman under the same gluttony spell had tried to eat her friend’s purse.
“Let’s hope it’s lust and let’s hope it’s me,” one of the men said, winking at me. He stood a couple of inches over six feet, had brown hair and a lanky physique. If he started spending time at the gym, maybe his lame come-ons would give him more luck getting laid.
“Honey, I would eat you up,” I said with a slow smile. Normally I would never have said such a line, but all the alcohol I had consumed was speaking for me. He probably had no idea how true those words were though, because his smile never wavered. However, for a moment after I spoke, I saw another face in place of his, and it cut through my drunken haze like a knife. I gasped, and he must have thought that was a sign he had a chance with me, because his smile became more lascivious. Lucky for him, he did nothing for me.
“Malachi, let’s get this show going.” Xiune slid her box over to nudge me, and I shook my head and turned back to the waiting crowd.
“All right, it’s about to go down!” I yelled. “For anyone who hasn’t witnessed the Challenge before, I’ll explain how it works. One of these shot glasses is infused with the essence of one of the seven deadly sins, and the recipient will be overcome with that sin for the next half hour, while the others will experience the most euphoric feeling they’ve ever experienced from a shot of alcohol.” I motioned for the men to pick up a glass, and Mister Flirtatious had one more wink for me.
“Gentlemen, take your shot of sin!” They took their shots to the head. When they slammed their glasses down, every eye in the room was on them. After about twenty seconds, one of the men—not Winky—suddenly gasped, whipped his head around, and bolted from among his friends to accost a mildly attractive woman standing nearby.
“Fuck me! Fuck me, please!” He shook her by the upper arms while she stared at him, mortified, as his friends tried to pry him off her. I brayed with laughter, as did Xiune and everyone else in the bar.
“Oh god, I’m so horny. Someone please, fuck me!” He struggled against his laughing friends, trying to reach any female in sight, with his erection leading the way. Lust had been the winner tonight, and for the next thirty minutes this poor sap would be lusting after every woman he saw, whether she was twenty-eight or eighty-two. He even lurched toward Xiune, but she floated out of the way. Xiune was one sexy head in a box and had a mouth she could work wonders with. She often came out of her box to work those wonders on any willing man. There were more than you’d think.
“Right sin, wrong guy, right?” brown-haired dude said to me.
I rolled my eyes. “You and your friends will have your hands full for the next half hour. I suggest you hold on to him real good and don’t be surprised if he turns to one of you when it starts to look like he won’t be getting any women.”
He laughed and pulled out his cell phone. “I’ll call his girlfriend, though she’ll probably be too pissed at him for doing this to alleviate his lust.” He left the bar to make the call, while the other five continued to hold on to their friend, laughing like they’d never experienced anything so hilarious in their lives. Some of the more mischievous or drunk women teased the guy by parading in front of him and doing dirty little stripper moves. Only his friends’ hold stopped him from tackling one of them and trying to rip her clothes off.
I wasn’t afraid of things getting out of hand because I could break the spell any time I wanted. There was always a point where things stopped being amusing and started getting annoying. I left them and headed back behind the bar, while Xiune found another table of people to entertain. She was a wonderful songstress, and soon her melodic voice filled the bar as I went back to making magicked drinks. I glanced at my watch, noting that it was almost midnight, which meant the day was almost over. That didn’t actually mean anything though. The day passing didn’t mean I would forget the curse that was hanging over my life.
“Hey, Malachi, can you pass me a knife?”
“Knave?” I quickly turned to the busboy, James, who was bent over a box behind the bar.
“No, I said knife,” he said. My throat was suddenly tight, but I reached under the bar, got a knife, and handed it to him. I stood back and ran my hands through my short black curls, blowing out a slow breath as I tried to rein in my reaction to thinking I had heard the name Knave. That was the name attached to the face I did not like to think about, but no amount of alcohol and rowdy college boys taking the Challenge could truly put him from my mind. I didn’t want to see Knave’s face, didn’t want to think about the hard muscles my hands used to slide over, following the planes of his body to his waist and not stopping until I touched something that arched his back and made him whisper my name. I didn’t want to think about the nights we’d spent wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling our hearts beating against each other. But of course, since his name crossed my lips, he was all I could think about.
Falling in love with Knave was why I was cursed. And I could only blame myself. I should have known better than to take someone else’s lover to my bed. Especially if the woman crossed was a witch queen who was powerful, sadistic, and known to curse people just for sneezing out of place.
“Malachi? Excuse me, Malachi?” I blinked and brought myself out of my thoughts, turning to see that one of the other busboys, Dan, was trying to get my attention. He held a box of empty liquor bottles and needed me to move so he could pass. I shuffled out of the way, but thinking of Knave and my curse, along with all the beer and shots I’d drunk tonight, made me feel slightly unstable. Suddenly, the rowdiness in my bar wasn’t fun; it was obnoxious, and I wanted to get away from it. I headed through the door Dan had passed through, into the hallway that led to my office and the Dumpster out back. Halfway down the hallway, I heard a crash, followed by a scream. I ran through the back door, taking in several things at once that left me rooted to the spot. One, the revolting stench that went far beyond what our single Dumpster could give off. Two, Dan standing rigidly a few feet away with broken bottles scattered at his feet. And three, the thing that had caused him to drop the bottles and scream. Behind the Dumpster was a dead body.

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Author Bio:

A.J. Locke is an author and artist, originally from Trinidad, now residing in New York City. Black Widow Witch is her second published novel, and other than writing she enjoys reading, drawing, painting, graphic design, and watching too much television.

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Friday, May 16, 2014

Tag, you're it! (Blog Hop)

Happy Friday, everyone! I've been tagged to participate in this blog hop by the lovely Kirsty over at Mischief, Magic and Mayhem. We originally met through an online critique website a couple years back (Scribophile) and Kirsty was an early reader for Living Dead Girl. That being said, she's also an awesome and highly imaginative writer, and I would love to see her stories shared with the world. Her work has a fantasy edge to it, with a lot of influence coming from mythology, folk & fairy tales. Pretty cool stuff!

And, on to the questions:

What am I working on?

I've got a couple projects in the pot right now. There's the sequel to Living Dead Girl, which is probably halfway though the rough draft. This story is turning out much more different than I'd anticipated. Sam will have a much larger role. In fact, the dynamic between him and Jen has changed in a way that I hadn't originally planned. And poor Jack...he's having a tough time again. I didn't plan that either, but I suppose if everything is hunky dory and perfect with no conflict, there wouldn't be much of a story, would there?So for now, that's all I'll reveal about what is going to happen.Here's a tiny snippet, though, taken from a scene where Jen comes home to find Sam already waiting for her:
“Pet,” he said, with a grin.
I narrowed my eyes. “Why do you always let yourself in?”
He shrugged. “I did knock.”
“But you knew I wouldn’t be here.” I hooked my toe under the lip of the coffee table and yanked it toward me so his feet dropped to the floor. 
Since I love Jack, though, I'm also working on a novella from his POV. It spans the time before he meets Jen and overlaps into the Living Dead Girl story.

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

Well, I think my work doesn't neatly fit into Urban Fantasy, that's for sure. For Living Dead Girl, it takes a while for the supernatural stuff to happen. I tried to make up for that in other ways by using Jen's profession (as a mortician!) as well as some of the the characters interests to help establish a mood or tone. The story still has a disconcerting element to it, because it really does spend a lot of time building up this developing relationship between Jen and Jack before ripping it all away.

Why do I write what I do?

I think I'm just drawn to things that are aren't quite normal, haha. I enjoy horror and fantasy and finding ways to blend it into the real world. That's a real challenge to me with writing--to make these things that, no matter how farfetched they are, seem believable.

How does my writing process work?

I have a very unorganized way of writing. All of the planning aspect of it goes on in my head at random times, and I don't outline or anything. I'll usually just sit down and start writing a scene and go from there. Sometimes, if I get stuck, I'll skip ahead and write a later scene just so I don't kill my forward progression. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, so I've found that it's very easy for me to get hung up and frustrated when something isn't going the way I want (with my writing). That is a challenge that I'm working really hard to overcome. I'm one of those writers that thrives with revisions, once I've already got that skeleton of a story down. When I'm first writing a rough draft, I feel sort of lost and sometimes that trips me up.

Well, it's time to pass on the favor! I'm handing the torch to two lovely ladies from Coffee Talk Writers--Ms. Renea Mason (who just released a new book!) and Ms Kishan Paul (who has a couple great stories she's currently pitching). Both are currently in NOLA for the Romance Times Convention, but they'll catch up when they return. Ladies, YOU have both been TAGGED!!!!!

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Free Comic Book Day !!!!

Yes, there is such a thing...the first Saturday in May. Check it out here. What a great excuse to go out and support a small local business. Our local shop also had a storewide sale going on, so we picked up a few...