Showing posts with label #ebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #ebook. Show all posts

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Meet Roberta Goodman, Author of Snow Escape - A Mystery/Thriller

I met Roberta through Twitter; a great way to network and meet new authors. Her debut novel sounded awesome so I wanted our Readers to meet her and learn more about Snow Escape.

Louise: Roberta, welcome to our blog! We’re so excited you could join us for a chat. When did you first decide to submit your work to be published? Tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step.

Roberta: Thank you, Louise. A twist of fate actually helped me get published. I apologize in advance for this lengthy response. Snow Escape was my second manuscript. I’d written a tragic romance/family saga first but had been unable to acquire a literary agent. I ended up writing the manuscript for Snow Escape after I was inspired by a bad winter I had endured. I completed it in June of 2010 and started the process of querying agents. After several months, I had no luck so I moved on. I had no inclination to self-publish either manuscript. I wrote a third non-fiction manuscript, which I completed in the summer of 2011. I’ve been told that one is too personal therefore it’s not marketable. It’s about my husband’s battle with Testicular cancer and how my family dealt with it.

In July 2011, my police officer husband was at the State’s Attorney’s Office for the county he works in and through a conversation he discovered one of the lawyers there is a published author. He had known this man for over a decade and had no clue he was a writer. He called him up and asked him how he got published. He was given the name and phone number of this man’s small independent publisher. I called her at her home and told her a bit about my little murder mystery and she asked me to email her a synopsis and the first three chapters. Five people were going to review the work and deem it worthy of being published. Within a week, I was contacted and told she was going to publish me. Snow Escape was released in e-Book format in October 2011 and paperback in May 2012.

Louise: Well congrats. Sometimes knowing someone with a contact really helps. Please tell us a little about your new release Snow Escape.

Roberta: Snow Escape is a murder mystery/thriller that takes place in Brooklyn, NY on the night the biggest snowstorm in history is occurring. My main character is a 30-year-old single school teacher named Allegra Maxwell. She’s used online dating to meet potential love interests and one of these men chooses the night of the snowstorm to contact her. They talk via Instant Messenger for several hours. Ultimately, during this conversation, she discovers he’s been stalking her and claims to live in her building. This is where his threats to harm her begin and will continue throughout the night. She turns to neighbors for help with tragic consequences ensuing. She’s basically trapped in her apartment building because there is a tremendous amount of snow on the ground, which is hampering her attempts to leave. It’s also keeping the police from reaching her. 


Louise: Readers, enjoy an excerpt below. Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?

Roberta: I never plan the characters for anything I write. I feel it would limit the direction I could take them in. 

Louise: How much research do you do for your books? Have you found any cool tidbits to share?

Roberta: It depends on what I’m working on. I tend to use the internet a lot, especially if I’m writing about an area I’m not familiar with. For the manuscript about my husband’s cancer, it was a simple process. I just wrote down what we were going through while it was happening. 

Louise: What is your writing process? Do you outline, write by the seat of your pants (Pantser) or a combination of both?

Roberta: I’m a complete Pantser. I do make notes about the characters, but I never outline.

Louise: Do you write full time? What did you do before you became a writer or still do?

Roberta: I do write full-time. I’ve been a stay-at-home-mom since my son was born in 2001. I worked for a hotel and in retail before that. When my second child started pre-K in 2008, I made the decision to start writing my first manuscript. I’ve also been doing some freelance work for several years, which consists of article writing.

Louise: Do you have a ritual when it comes to writing? Example….get coffee, blanket, paper, pen, laptop and a comfy place.

Roberta: I write in my bedroom on my pc. I have a big comfortable chair I sit in. I feel I do my most compelling writing in this atmosphere. The best time is preferably when the house is quiet, because it helps me concentrate.

Louise: Describe a typical writing day for you.

Roberta: Lately, I’ve been writing whenever I get a chance. After getting my two children off to school, I set aside several hours during the day to work on a plethora of things. I’m either writing articles or working on my current project. 

Louise: Please give us a sneak peek at your future books. What’s on the horizon?

Roberta: Well, I’ve revised my first manuscript and I’m hoping to land an agent with it. Here’s a description of my tragic romance/family saga: When Serafina Conti meets Joe Pirelli in October of 1936, both of them realize immediately they’re soul mates. Their intimate encounters can only be described as earth shatteringly intense. Remaining inseparable for two years, Joe becomes sick and decides to end their romance to save Serafina the heartache of having to watch him die. Unaware as to why he’s broken up with her, and devastated beyond belief, she eventually turns to the man who will become her husband. A Sojourn in Hell is a multi-generational tale spanning almost eighty years. From the Great Depression through WWII and beyond, the reader is a witness to the changes one woman’s life undergoes as she becomes a wife, mother, and grandmother as well as the trials and tribulations her own children end up going through. Alcoholism, untimely deaths, physical and mental abuse, adultery, and life-long regrets abound in this heartbreaking character study of human emotions. 

I’m also currently working on something that I describe as a cross between Bridget Jone’s Diary and 9 ½ Weeks. Its humor mixed with sensuality. I’m hoping to have it completed by the beginning of next year.

Louise: What is your favorite genre to read and who is your favorite author?

Roberta: I love fiction, but ironically enough my favorite book of all time, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, is non-fiction. Honestly, there really isn’t any one particular person I could single out and say they’re my favorite. Some modern writers I like are John Berendt, who wrote Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, Elizabeth Gilbert, Elizabeth Strout, David Nicholls, and if I’m in the mood to spice it up, Anne Rice. I’m also partial to classics writers. Emily Bronte, Jane Austen, George Eliot, Ernest Hemingway, and Charles Dickens hold my interest.

Louise: We live near Savannah, GA and we have driven by the Mercer House several times. Is there anything else you would like to tell the readers we have not touched on?

Roberta: Writing is my passion. In expressing myself through the written word, I can help others escape boredom and for me that’s a powerful thing. If writing is your dream, then never give up. Even in the face of adversity, push through it and don’t let others tell you your work isn’t good enough to get published. It’s a tough business to break into. Sometimes you have to take a non-traditional route to get your work out there such as using an independent publisher, like I did, or self-publishing. The work doesn’t end once a book is written or even published. Getting the word out about your book is equally important. If no one knows about it, then you can’t expect anyone to find it and read it.

Louise: We totally agree. Authors shouldn't be shy about contacting fellow authors or bloggers to feature them. Where can the readers learn more about you and find your books on the web?

Roberta: Here are our my links and sites to purchase.

I'll give away Three eBook copies (in PDF) of "Snow Escape" to Three commenters. Leave a comment and your email address or Twitter handle for a chance to win. Good luck!


Purchase info for Snow Escape:

BIO:

Roberta Goodman grew up in Philadelphia. As a stay-at-home Mom of two children, she discovered her creativity could be expressed through the written word when she embarked on writing her first manuscript. In addition to freelance writing, she has written a total of three manuscripts in two and a half years. "Snow Escape" is her first published novel. Roberta and her family reside in a small town on the Upper Eastern Shore of Maryland.


Set against the backdrop of a historic snowstorm, Snow Escape is the story of one woman’s innocent foray into the world of online dating turned deadly.

Excerpt

While using Instant Messenger to talk to Charles, a man she met through an online dating site, Allegra realizes he might be up to no good.

Sitting back down at the computer, she saw that Charles had written that people should expect widespread power outages to occur. The weight of the snow on tree branches would eventually cause some of those branches to snap, taking power lines down with them.

“God—I hope that doesn’t happen,” Allegra remarked. “Without power there won’t be any heat and with it being so cold out it would be freezing inside my apartment in no time.”

“Then I guess we’d all just have to bundle up, putting extra clothes on to stay warm,” Charles added.

Not wanting to think about worst case scenarios, Allegra tried to change the subject, but Charles continued to talk about the fact that the snow was going to wreak havoc on everyone and everything.

“Think about it, what if something horrible happened right now? Do you think the police would be able to get to anyone in a timely manner? Yes, snow plows were out, but the snow was falling so fast that as soon as a plow cleared the road, snow was just covering it up again. The blizzard conditions would also make it difficult to drive, with those out on the roads having to drive slowly and carefully, especially at night.”

Allegra typed, “Why dwell on worst case scenarios?"

“In situations like this, Allegra, Mother Nature is calling the shots and one should think about what one would do in an emergency.” Then he asked her, “What if one of your neighbors was up to no good, in just a situation like this, there would be no one to stop them.”

“What do you mean no good?"

He went on to elaborate by saying, “Suppose the person living next door to you decided to kill his wife and she manages to call for help, do you think the cops would get to her in time before her husband offs her?"

“I don’t want to think about a neighbor of mine doing that, it’s morbid.”

“Ah—but things like that do happen, Allegra, as well as many other awful things. There are people in this world who wait for once in a lifetime weather events like we’re experiencing right now to commit the most heinous crimes imaginable.”

Confused by what he was saying and the fact that their conversation had taken this unique direction, she wrote, “I don’t like where this conversation is headed Charles.”

“Why Allegra, do you think that our building is so secure that nothing like what I’m talking about could ever happen here? Do you think the individuals that live here aren’t capable of snapping, of losing their minds, and committing horrible crimes?"

The words “our building” and “live here” hit her like a tornado. She typed, “You live in my building?"

For several minutes, she waited for him to type a response. When none came, her heart racing she wrote, “Who are you and why can’t you answer my question?"

Finally, he wrote, “I’m the one who will burrow inside your head. I’m the one who will turn you inside out. I’ve been watching you for weeks now and I know all about you and what you’re about.”

“What kind of sick game are you playing Charles? I don’t appreciate it,” Allegra demanded to know, figuring he was obviously an unbalanced individual who got off on scaring people.

“It isn’t a game; it’s who I am and what I’m about. Our conversation is over, but you will be hearing again from me soon.”

Allegra wrote back, “What the hell does that mean,” but by the time she had sent it, he had logged off. With her hands shaking and her heart beating a mile a minute, she tried to process what just happened. How had such a pleasant innocent conversation taken such a sinister turn? Who was this person and why had he said all those awful things? It was as if he had talked so nicely to her for almost two hours, trying to gain her trust, just so he could fuck with her mind in the end, but why? Her thoughts racing, she jumped when she heard the ringtone of her cell phone, which was sitting on her bed, start playing. Grabbing the phone, she saw it was Maggie returning her call.




Monday, August 20, 2012

Interview with Jesse Holder, Author of Chute, Beer, & Bullets

 JESSE HOLDER

Jesse Holder was born in Valdosta, Georgia. He quickly became known as a "class-clown" throughout his school years. After putting college on hold, Jesse joined the United States Army. He graduated United States Infantry and Airborne School in the spring of 2006. He served in the 173rd Airborne Combat Team in Italy from June, 2006 to July, 2009. He has completed two combat tours, the first being a fifteen month deployment in Afghanistan with the 173rd ABCT; the second being with the 3rd Infantry Division in Iraq. Jesse is very passionate about friends, family, food, beverages, traveling, and University of Georgia football.


Louise: Jesse, welcome to our blog! We’re so excited you could join us for a chat. When did you first decide to submit your work to be published? Tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step.

Jesse: Hey! It’s great to be here! Well I first decided to submit my work in July of 2011. I guess what encouraged me the most was the fact that I was almost done with a book that I had been working on for about a year so what was the point of writing it if I was just going to place it in a dark corner somewhere.

Louise: Please tell us a little about your new release Chutes, Beer, & Bullets.

Jesse: My book breaks the mold for military writing. It is probably the forerunner of a new genre I have dubbed Military Humor.  Most military books are either historic, and have a ton of co-authors sharing stories they have heard, or are written decades after the war took place. This book, however, was written by someone that lived it. Not only does it show the reader what’s going on in the war zone, as all military books do, but it also gives the reader a chance to look behind the scenes. Not only touching on training, but what soldiers do given that they are 19 year old boys, curious, stationed in a foreign country and have free range. Hilarity ensues.


Louise: Did you use real first names or fictitious names for your characters?

Jesse: I started out using fake names, but then it got to be I could not remember which names I had given people and such; even with writing them down. So I changed all the names back to last names, as we use in the military.

Louise: What did your fellow Army buddies think about you writing a book? Your family? Who has supported you the most?

Jesse: My Army buddies have been very supportive. Some were a little leery at first, because they didn’t know what scandalous scenes I had placed in it; ya know, in case they decide to run for office one day! My family hasn’t been to supportive. Sex, drugs, and war isn’t a Southern Baptist families cup of tea. 

Louise: LOL Living in the bible belt and writing under our real names in a risqué genre; we know exactly what you're talking about. What is your writing process? Do you outline, write by the seat of your pants (Pantser) or a combination of both?

Jesse: Haha, Pantser…that is the second time I have heard that term. You literary folks have some funny terms. I am a “Pantser” all the way. I do not really see the point in outlines; I mean I guess it may be important for a huge piece of fictional work like The Stand, or the Lord of the Rings trilogy; if you have a ton of moving pieces. But I was writing a chronological narrative. No need to brainstorm, outline, sand table, and all that rigmarole.

Louise: Hey, we just learned the term last year. *smiles* What is your favorite scene in the book and why do you love it? 

Jesse: Well readers can see an actual movie trailer of the book on YouTube or at the book's Facebook page. It’s about a five minute fast paced trailer I put together. I guess who really makes the book are the real life characters Clark and SFC (Sergeant First Class) Adams. Clark and my experiences in the beginning of the book, such as drug usage during Airborne School, causing a ruckus in European strips clubs, or being approached by Russian spies are a few high lights. SFC Adams is the comic relief during the Afghanistan part of the book. Between losing control of his bowels and constantly talking to his food, allows the reader to witness soldiers not being ridged or stiff necked…but as people.

Louise: Do you have a ritual when it comes to writing? Example….get coffee, blanket, paper, pen, laptop and a comfy place.

Jesse: Oh yes, it must be morning, there will be coffee, and there must be music.

Louise: Describe a typical writing day for you.

Jesse: If I am going to write then I have to get up and get going. Like to work out, grab some coffee, and then start writing. I will only write for a few hours, or until about noon.

Louise: Please give us a sneak peek at your future books. What’s on the horizon?

Jesse: There is nothing on the horizon at the moment. This may be it. I’m going on a book tour all of September, which will hit Dallas, Denver, Seattle, and Annapolis. I’m pushing this book first, and then maybe there will be a spin-off…or a movie.

Louise: A movie would be very cool. What is your favorite genre to read and who is your favorite author?

Jesse: Mmmm, if I am going to read it (which I don’t much) I like humor, Christopher Moore’s style of humor; I also like war books…imagine that. But my favorite author is Stephen King and his Dark Tower series. Right now though, I am reading Catch 22, by Joseph Heller.

Louise: The Dark Tower series are a must read and Mr. King has released The Wind in the Keyhole, a prequel on how Roland Deschain became the Gunslinger. Is there anything else you would like to tell the readers we have not touched on?

Jesse: This book is really just for the entertainment. I would tell these stories to people in passing or to friends and all of them said, “Hey you should write a book!”  So…I did. But in saying that, I wanted to tell the story of the modern day soldier and show the reader how they live their lives, and to shed some light on the war in Afghanistan. I wanted to let readers know that the war over there is real and the 42 men gave their lives…now see how they lived.

Louise: Where can the readers learn more about you and find your books on the web?

Jesse: My Facebook and here’s the purchase links:

Amazon Author page


Chutes, Beer, & Bullets: Not Your Grandpa's War Story is a humor filled narrative that takes place during the peak of The War on Terror. Follow Jesse is this uncut and unscripted adventure as he leads you through United States Army Airborne School, Europe, and ultimately to Operation Enduring Freedom in Afghanistan. Chutes, Beer, & Bullets is assured to have you laughing, sighing, looking away, and possibly even shedding a tear as you connect with the real life characters within. No doubt you will be longing for more as you turn the final page.

Excerpt

            The door of the C-130 Hercules flew upwards as the hot Georgia air poured into my nervous lungs. The continuous bump of the aircraft was not helping the situation...the sting of diesel nipping at my nostrils. The Black Hat yelled, "Thirty-Seconds," holding up his index finger and thumb. We all replied "thirty-seconds" as was taught to us for the past three weeks. I could feel my right hand tighten around the yellow rip cord. The only thought circulating through my head since I hooked up was, "Is the yellow cord really going to open this parachute that some nut packed?" This was by all means a new experience.
            "Standby!" the Black Hat barked, and the number one jumper turned to face the rustling Georgia Pines, pissing his pants as he did so...the Black Hat stepped back. I was the #4 jumper, or the fourth person that would jump from the plane. I was just close enough to the door to see the ground zipping by. The planes altitude hit 1,200ft and all I could think was, "What in THE HELL am I doing here?" "Green light go!" The Black Hat responds in a roar, and like ducks following a seemingly retarded mother, we all exited the aircraft.
            What I confused for the wrath of God was actually the prop blast from our C-130, throwing my ragged body through the air much like your cat does with a cheap toy. I felt my T-10 Parachute opening, "Praise the Lord!" too bad Jesus didn't warn me of the opening shock on my gonads. The straps dug into my legs, and the risers were twisted behind my head. As I am bicycle kicking through the open air to untangle my straps, I see the Georgia clay approaching with terrifying speed. Which way am I supposed to pull the risers again? As I am looking toward the horizon, I hear my 1st Lieutenant yell in agony accompanied by a sickening pop, which was his femur snapping. I try not to focus on the ground, staying as loose as possible. Feet and knees together! Then, as if the entire world is quiet except for the breeze though the pines...I hit like a ton of bricks thrown from the Empire State Building. Hey that was easy; only four more jumps, and I'm a paratrooper!
            After one more jump that day, we run back up to the Airborne barracks at Fort Benning, Georgia. I'm in Delta Company 1/507th. Having just graduated Infantry School on good ole Sand Hill, I am with at least a platoon size of my buddies. One in particular, Clark, is a character from Seattle, Washington. The guy had nothing better to do than join the Army and see where that took him. In between serving time for high-speed chases across Washington State, and almost getting killed by his own dad for walking into the family business un-announced (AHEM...meth lab), he figured why not try something a little less dangerous.
Being from Georgia myself, I had my own vehicle there at Airborne School. A black 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee named "darkie", my first ride. Clark and I often took it for a spin to my hometown on the weekend or around Columbus to see what kind of shit we could get in. Clark is notorious for getting to drunk and making outrageous claims about spaceships or how he can beat you in any event you think of. Plus, he likes to walk out on tabs...so usually Captain Shitstorm finds us.
            That evening we decided to go to The Chop house in Columbus. Clark and I frequented this establishment. I heard the food was amazing, but we went for the beverages. The bartender, whose name has slipped my mind, was a hipster kind of guy. He wore a red goatee and one of those damn hemp necklaces, and he drove a 1979 Blue Chevy. Mr. Barkeep claimed he obtained a degree in bartending from one of the wacko colleges that specializes in such things. The steak house was small and sat in the corner of strip mall across from the fabulous Sheraton Hotel, where I had vomited many times in the past and even jumped in the hot tub with my clothes on, but that's a different story.
            Clark and I sat there drinking a beer. He preferred German beer; I'm a Coors Light man myself. A shot was sitting in front of us, Jaeger-bombs no doubt; Clark would stroke the side of his shot glass like some perverted serial killer until it was time to drop the Black Death into Red Bull. I swear God smites a kitten every time one of those is drunk. Conversation in the establishment was entertaining as usual. Clark was trying to hit on a waitress who was way out of his league, hell out of his division; Clark wasn't much of looker back then, even less so now.
            An unusual cat sat down beside us with jet-black hair slicked back and stripped polo on. He obviously knows the bartender as they exchange words, slaps, punches, and play grab ass a little longer. Meanwhile Clark is eyeing me, like "If you so much as slide a hand on me that's going to be it!" I have been known to throw a few lisps on my words to make the gayest man seem straight. Rex, the gelled-Guido grab asser, turns to us and says, "What are you soldier-boys havin?" Now I may have looked young, 19 at the time, but Clark was by no means a boy. Clark, in his usual forward manner, "Well...what are you buying?" I had another Coors, the grab-asser and Clark did shots of Johnny Walker...talk about a lush.
            After some interesting conversation, we found out that Rex was a geologist for some institute that was going out of business, and I thought the business of being a rock whisperer was booming! Of course Clark in his infinite wisdom knew all there was to know about geology from volcanic ash to the sand in his vagina. Then as if Gabriel himself blew the golden trumpet, Rex and Mr. Barkeep looked at each other and wink. Rex turns to us, "Hey...do you guys play poker?" Now I am a hell of a rummy player, I use to beat one of my best buds every Sunday afternoon but I have never played poker; much less gambled for it. As I am sure you are imagining now, Clark once again in his most matter-a-factual tone, "Oh I'll murder ya...my knowledge of the game and the quickness of my hands...c'mon." I sat there pondering on the meaning of Clark's statement. It was too late though, the gauntlet had been thrown. "Well come on over, Mr. Barkeep will be joining us. I have ten beers and Kevin will be there too." Rex informs us.
            I don't know who keeps the count of beers in their fridge, or who the hell Kevin is but before I could swipe my handy-dandy debit card, we were out the door, already at a BP gas station picking up a twenty-four pack of Bud Light; neither one of us keeping in mind that we have to do two maybe three more jumps tomorrow. No that never occurred to us. What a grave miscalculation.
            Clark and I arrive at Rex's one-story brick suburban home. One of the older models you saw built in the 70' and 80's, a nice home for a Guido bachelor. The back door opened up into the outdated kitchen, a large wooden dining room table was in the dining room to my immediate right. The table should have given Rex plenty of room to count his beer on. Speaking of beer, low and behold, ten nicely arranged Bud Lights in the refrigerator. I'm no doctor, but I think someone had a touch of O.C.D. Only about five minutes had passed when Mr. Barkeep arrived. Rex had given Clark and me the grand tour of his lair, surprisingly not brandishing a plate of Fava beans and a nice bottle of Chianti.



Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Interview with Author Jean Mckie-Sutton, Contemporary Fiction


Click on the image to visit Jean's Meet & Greet at VBT Cafe

Jean Mckie-Sutton
After graduating from Franklin and Marshall College with a dual degree in Spanish and Government, Jean rose through the ranks of the insurance industry for twenty years before heeding her own heart and pursuing her passion for writing.
She grew up listening to the stories that elders recounted about the women in her family, and it is from these dominant, yet richly flawed matriarchs that she draws inspiration for her writing.  In addition to The Fruits Of Our Sins, Jean has published two short stories, Stella’s Silent World, and When The Bough Breaks.  She is also a featured author in Sister To Sister, Black Women Speak To Young Black Girls.
She plans to release a collection of short stories later this year, and is currently working on a sequel to The Fruits Of Our Sins. 
       Jean lives in a suburb of Philadelphia with her husband and three children.


Louise: Jean, welcome to my blog! I’m so excited you could join me for a chat. When did you first decide to submit your work to be published? Tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step.

Jean: After months of revising, self-editing, and submission to a professional editor, I eventually got to the point where there were no more changes to make. The manuscript was complete. It was then that I decided to move forward with the publication process. After much research into the matter I made the decision to self-publish. I formed my own publishing company, Red Lotus Press, in order to publish my own work.
Louise: Please tell us a little about your new release The Fruits Of Our Sins.

Jean: This novel tells the story of two young women, Madeline and Sybil, who experience abandonment and betrayal within their own families at a very young age. Their lives soon become intertwined in heated confrontation by the birth of a child - a child that each claims to have a right to. For one woman, possession of the child represents redemption; for the other, the repetition of generational sin.




      
      The Fruits Of Our Sins chronicles the deeply flawed relationships these women have with their parents, the impact of those relationships on the direction of their lives and ultimately the lives of their children as they attempt to flee from, yet reconcile, the abandonment and betrayals of their youth.

Louise: Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?

Jean: I plan the main characters before I start the story. The supporting characters I develop along the way, depending on how I might need them to assist in developing the plot and the personalities of the main characters. So I guess you can say there’s a little bit of both.

Louise: What is your writing process? Do you outline, write by the seat of your pants (Pantser) or a combination of both?

Jean: I fall somewhere in the middle. I know right away what the beginning and ending will be. For the rest, I allow my imagination to be my guide. 

Louise: Do you write full time? What did you do before you became a writer or still do?

Jean: Right now I’m writing full-time. Prior to that, I was an assistant vice president for an auto insurance company.

Louise: Do you have a ritual when it comes to writing? Example….get coffee, blanket, paper, pen, laptop and a comfy place.

Jean:I don’t have any rituals but I do have a few quirks when it comes to writing. First, the house must be completely quiet while I’m working. This is quite a feat with three kids, a husband, and a dog and cat in our tiny house. I have a colorful collection of ear plugs I use to block out all the noisy chaos; otherwise I wait until the evenings and write while everyone is asleep.

Second, I often wake up in the middle of the night for no reason at all. It is during those moments that I experience my most creative insights. I keep a pen and paper bedside so I can capture the rush of ideas that seems to come for nowhere.

Louise: Describe a typical writing day for you.

Jean: A Typical day? What’s that? I’m still in the midst of raising kids so every day is different and full! In between carting my kids to baseball camp, swim lessons, basketball summer league and pre-season soccer; we manage to get some down time at the neighborhood pool. There, I sneak in a few hours of writing time, otherwise life doesn’t slow down until the evenings after everyone is settling down for bed or early mornings before the house awakens. At dawn I head out to the gym for a quick workout then rush home to check email, and update Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin and my website.

Louise: Please give us a sneak peek at your future books. What’s on the horizon?

Jean: I’m currently working on a collection of short stories focusing on family relationships - mostly mother/daughter relationships - that involve transformation after overcoming steep obstacles. I hope to finish the collection later this year.
The second project I’m working on is a sequel to The Fruits Of Our Sins. I hadn’t initially planned on writing a sequel, but so many people have asked me to consider it that I’ve decided to take a stab at it. I’m in the process of writing the opening chapter now.

Louise: What is your favorite genre to read and who is your favorite author?

Jean: My favorite genre is literary fiction. While I have several favorite authors, my number one, all-time favorite author is Toni Morrison. It was Morrison who inspired me to put pen to paper, and it was Morrison’s books that I read over and over yet never grow weary of her written word.

Louise: Is there anything else you would like to tell the readers we have not touched on?

Jean: I’d like to leave readers with my favorite quote. It has inspired me to follow my dreams and will hopefully inspire someone else to do the same:
            “When you follow your bliss, the universe will open doors where there were walls.” Joseph Campbell

Louise: Jean, thank you again for visiting with me today. Where can the readers learn more about you and find your books on the web?

Jean: You’re welcome, Louise. My links are as follows and I'll giveaway a copy of The Fruits Of Our Sins to one lucky reader. Leave a comment with your email address and we'll draw the winner on Wednesday, Aug 8. Good luck!


"MCKIE-SUTTON SHOWCASES HER TALENT, CREATIVITY AND BRILLIANCE IN THIS NOVEL. I LOOK FORWARD TO HER NEXT MASTERPIECE." 

-Lynia White, founder of The Quality Corner Bookstore



Prologue
1995

Madeline Stovall raised her fists high in the air then plunged them downward forcibly onto Sybil’s face. Sybil staggered sideways, dazed and unsteady, yet Madeline continued striking her harder and harder. Sybil cowered at the rage darkening Madeline’s eyes, and it was in that moment that she became fully aware of the depth of her fury.  Sybil threw a series of futile punches, a few contacting Madeline’s chin, most simply sailing through the air, inciting Madeline’s onslaught to intensify.
She won’t keep fighting someone who won’t fight back, Sybil silently reasoned, and she stopped all efforts to defend herself. Trembling and spent, she bent forward with her arms shielding her face, and crouched immobile. Madeline continued her frenzied flailing, and her knuckles, bruised and bleeding, pounded with increasing vigor. Sybil suppressed the urge to cry out for fear of angering her opponent even more. She locked her jaws shut, endured the weighty punches and said nothing at all. She stood erect to lessen the battering to her head and face. Nevertheless, Madeline’s blows increased in speed and intensity and the strikes, now aimed at her breasts and stomach, nearly brought Sybil kneeling to the ground.  She heard the sickening snap of her own ribs cracking, and grimaced just before the pain punctured her insides. She remained still and rigid hoping that her refusal to fight back might end the battle, but respite did not arrive.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” she screamed over and over in a rhythmic chant. Her voice was the shrill timbre of a stranger’s, yet she could not stop her senseless, cadence of shrieking.  Her cries invigorated her opponent.  Madeline lunged toward her, fists poised for more. Sybil took several quick steps backwards, colliding with a brick support pillar. There was nowhere to run. She clenched her jaws shut tight, swallowing her shrieking voice into the pit of her stomach. Her teeth sank into her tongue but she dared not cry out again. The metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth as her body jerked with spasms. She coughed to keep from choking. Blood seeped through her lips, down her chin and onto the concrete below, forming tiny dark circles at her feet. Sybil feared for her life. Weeping openly, she fell to the ground, drew her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth, still shielding her face and head.
 In rapid succession, two kicks to her left hip knocked her onto her side, yet she continued her rocking motion until she again assumed an upright position.  A damp heat rose from her neck to her forehead and droplets of sweat rolled onto her chest and thighs. Sybil’s surroundings grew dim as her senses dulled. But just before she succumbed to the solace of unconsciousness, the assault came to an abrupt halt. For a moment, all was still.
Sybil inhaled and exhaled deeply until she regained lucidness. The warmth of the mid-afternoon sun bathed her neck and shoulders, while the cool rigidness of the concrete cooled her from below. She inhaled the Poeme Perfume she so lavishly splashed on her body before leaving home that morning. A mild scent of lavender with a hint of fresh roses it was the fragrance all the young women were wearing. It reminded her of springtime and morning rain. But on this day, her favored Poeme pitched waves of nausea spiraling through her stomach. She willed herself not to vomit.
Sybil lowered her arms and examined her surroundings. She was surprised to find that she was kneeling on Madeline’s front porch, since the encounter began with the two women having a simple conversation in the living room of the brick twin home. A three foot high stone wall surrounded the rectangular porch, framed by pillars that faced the tree-lined street. Less than six feet away, four concrete steps descended to a path leading to the sidewalk. Adrenaline raced through her limbs, lending her a quick burst of energy. Sybil considered making a run for the steps, but a small group of neighbors clustered on the sidewalk blocked the path that led to a quick escape. She observed the faces of the people in the crowd as they peered back at her. All of them witnessed her brutal humiliation yet did nothing more than watch her suffering. Sybil was alone amidst the dozen onlookers and made a conscious effort to shrug off her self-pity.
I really shouldn’t be surprised, she almost said aloud. They were all Madeline’s neighbors, and most of them ‒ men and women alike ‒ feared Madeline’s wrath. Sybil heard a rumor that she once tried to kill her own husband with a sword while he was asleep. The rumor had never been confirmed, yet no one dared question Madeline about the tale’s authenticity.
Sybil shifted her gaze to examine her adversary. Madeline’s short, curly hair sat in uneven tufts around the sides and top of her head. A scowl distorted her sharp aquiline features, and one of her large breasts poked through an opening in her silk blouse, twisted where the buttons were torn away. Sunlight glittered off the perspiration on her bare shoulder. Madeline stood with her feet slightly apart and her arms rigid at her sides. She breathed fast and heavy, almost panting, reminding Sybil of a pit bull she once saw mangle a newborn rabbit. She shivered in spite of the intense heat.
I figured talking about the baby would be hard but I surely didn’t expect to have a full blown fist fight with this woman.
Just then, the baby, lying in a bassinet in the living room, whimpered softly as a kitten.  Sybil’s chest tightened. Madeline turned her head in the direction of the baby’s whimper and relaxed her stance.
This is my chance, Sybil thought. I’ll take her off guard.
She sprang from the ground with a frenzied torrent of punching and kicking. Madeline lost her balance momentarily, yet quickly became oriented and battle ready.  She pounded her fist down forcibly where Sybil’s neck met her shoulder. Sybil folded, collapsing to the ground, and lay motionless. Madeline stood over her, waiting and watching, until it was evident she had fully succumbed. She backed away until she reached the door, and as she stepped into her home, she turned to look at the beaten woman one last time.
Sybil lay flat on her stomach. Splattered blood and tears peppered the ground around her. Shuddering and grimacing with each inhalation, her eyes pled for mercy.  Madeline bolted the door.
“Wait!” Sybil screamed from the porch. “I can’t leave without my baby.”  With one arm cradling her abdomen, she crawled across the porch, her knees cutting open on the uneven concrete, and banged on the door with her fist.
“Please! Give me my baby.”
Facing the closed door, still on her knees, she waited.
“Please!” she sobbed, her voice now hoarse and raspy.
 When Madeline’s footsteps retreated farther into the home, she bowed her head and closed her eyes as if in prayer. After several quiet moments, Sybil pulled herself from the ground and faced the crowd of neighbors that was now beginning to disperse. Some whispered with their hands cupped over their mouths, others patronized her with pitying stares, while still others shook their heads disapprovingly.
As Sybil began to depart, the infant’s whimper swelled to a persistent wail. She paused with her face tilted toward the sky, but did not turn around, then she dropped her chin to her chest and continued on her way. The wail ripened to a piercing scream, Sybil’s sobs now in concert with those of the infant. As she placed one foot in front of the other, knees trembling and unsteady, the crescendo of the wailing symphony commingled in the air.  The farther away she crept, the more vehemently the infant screamed, as if bemoaning and mourning Sybil’s permanent departure.

http://www.virtualbooktourcafe.com

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Book Bonanza - Gallagher's Pride & Gallagher's Hope by M.K. McClintock

Book Release Party!!


MK McClintock

Gallagher’s Hope
Book Two of the Montana Gallagher Series


The second book of the Gallagher Series has arrived! The virtual book tour for Gallagher's Hope starts today! 
 
Readers, you will have a chance to win one of three signed paperbacks and a $25 Amazon Gift Card just for following the tour, plus you can get Gallagher's Hope free digital download from August 1 - 3 on Amazon, and if you missed Gallagher's Pride, the first book in the series, you can get this for free on August 1 only on Amazon!


Enter the Contest through the Rafflecopter widget below and visit the other blogs featuring the Book Bonanza. (Links are below, too.)



Book Tour Schedule

July 31 - Introduction at the VBT Cafe' Blog
August 1 - 3 Book Bonanza
August 1 - Review & Interview at A Book Lover's Library 
August 3 - Guest Blogging at Wise Words 
August 6 - Review & Character Interview at Whoopeeyoo 
August 8 - Reviewed at The Lucky Ladybug 
August 10 - Interviewed by Louise James 
August 13 - Review & Guest Blog at A Case of Reading Insomnia 
August 15 - Guest Blogging at Melissa's Mochas, Mysteries and More 
August 17 - Reviewed at Books, Books, and More Books 
August 20 - Review & Guest Blogging at Hardcover Feedback 
August 22 - Guest Blogging at Kimberly Lewis Novels 
August 24 - Guest Blogging at AZ Publishing Services 
August 28 - Interviewed at Infinite House of Books 
August 28 - Reviewed at B00k R3vi3ws 
August 30 - Interviewed at 
Unnecessary Musings 




Gallagher’s Hope, The Montana Gallagher Series
She sought a new beginning.
He sought what he didn't know was missing.
Together they would discover hope in unlikely places.


Isabelle Rousseau must escape New Orleans and the memory of her family's tragic loss. With her younger brother in tow, she accepts a position as the new schoolteacher in Briarwood, Montana. Desperate to keep what's left of her family together, Isabelle joins her life with a stranger only to discover that trust and hope go hand in hand.

Gabriel Gallagher lived each day as it came believing he had everything he could possibly want . . . until a determined woman and her brother arrive with a little luggage and a lot of secrets. It will take a drastic choice to protect her and give them both hope for the future.


Excerpt:
      There was nothing left of the life she had known. Her slender arm wrapped around the little boy’s shoulder and pulled him closer to his side. She could feel his slight trembling and wished more than anything that she could take   his sadness. They were alone in the world. They had each other and she prayed that would be enough for them both.
      They stood and listened as the priest gave the final blessing and the caskets were lowered into the ground. It wasn’t something anyone should witness, but she needed the closure. She needed to know that it was over. ‘A very sad affair’ everyone called it for it wasn’t every day that a man murdered his wife and then shot himself. It wasn’t healthy to think on the possible reasons why, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. She had truly believed that they had been a happy family. One of the wealthiest in New Orleans and one of the most respected and sought out for social gatherings. The truth however, was revealed with her father’s death. No one would speak of it to them of course, but the lawyer had made it quite clear.
      They were penniless. 


 

Author Bio

McClintock is an entrepreneur, baker, photographer, tour host, reviewer, and multi-genre author. She was born on the west coast, but after less than eight years she left with her family to the Rocky Mountains. After more adventures around the country, business-college, and culinary school, McClintock found a place to call home in Montana.

Over the years McClintock traveled the country and visited magnificent Scotland. She dreams of a time when life was simpler, the land rougher, and the journey more rewarding. With her heart deeply rooted in the past and her mind always on adventure, McClintock will always call Montana home.


Author Links
MK McClintock Website
Official Blog 
Goodreads
Amazon Author Page
Facebook
Twitter: @MKMcClintockMT
Get Mk's books digitally signed on Kindlegraph

Book Links
About the Gallaghers


 
 
a Rafflecopter giveaway