14 June 2014

Free on Kindle this weekend: Potholes on Memory Lane (Or So It Seems) by Robb Lightfoot


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Humor is watching a sailboat sinking... when it belongs to Robb Lightfoot. Here's a collection of short, family-friendly humor about living in the country, having brain fade, rebooting a road trip, and trying to make your kids do their homework.

    About the Author

Robb Lightfoot is a humorist who teaches, writes and performs in Northern California. His work can be sampled on his website at www.robblightfoot.com or read weekly in his trademarked column, "Or So It Seems." He's married to Karin, his partner for more than 31 years. Follow Robb on Twitter @robblightfoot 

13 June 2014

HIGHFALL by Ani Alexander


Dramatic and Emotional – a true life love story.

What if early on your life changed drastically several times? What if you were betrayed more than once? Would you have the courage to fall in love again? How do you choose if you love two men at the same time? Will you be able to leave the past behind?

These are the questions Annika asks herself in the novel Highfall. Annika falls down many times but never gives up and always gets back on her feet. Her life is one long roller-coaster with the unexpected at every turn. As a result she turns from unassuming teenager into a strong woman.

Highfall is available on Amazon US  and Amazon UK

Ani says:

Writing fiction is what I am truly passionate about. I love creating words, which evoke emotions, provoke thoughts and touch the readers’ soul. This book is very special to me for several reasons. It’s my first novel - and before that I never wrote anything longer than a 3-4 page short story. Then of course the fact that the book is based on a true story makes it more personal. Many think that it is my life story, but fortunately or unfortunately it is not. Highfall sort of came to me itself. My lost friend found me on Facebook after about 15 years and we re-connected. When she told me about her life I immediately thought that it should become either a book or a movie.

So that is how the idea of writing Highfall came to me and chased me until I actually sat and started writing. Of course the book is fiction based on a true story and not a biography, so everything did not happen exactly that way in real life. Nevertheless bigger part of the book is very true. Highfall has a very fast pace and many events immediately following each other. Maybe that is why most of the people, who have read it up to now have finished the book in a day or two.

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About the Author

Ani lives in Armenia and balances being a wife and mother with writing. Her first book of short stories, Emotional Moments became an Amazon bestseller in 2012.She also finds time to run a self-development blog Life Probabilities at www.lifeprobabilities.com which aims to help readers live fulfilled, happy and successful lives. Visit her author website www.anialexander.com and find her on Twitter and Facebook

Incantation Paradox Blog Tour with Author Annamaria Bazzi @AMBazzi

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Novel: Incantation Paradox
Author: annamaria bazzi
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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  Magic is an illusion. It doesn’t really exist. Or does it? A horrible car accident destroys Dolores Reynard’s life. But instead of waking up in a hospital bed, she awakens in a teenager’s body. Soon, she discovers she is at the heart of the murderous mystery surrounding the death of Mona, the young girl whose body she occupies. Caught between an evil greater than she ever imagined and a wizard who heals her tattered heart, she is forced to play a dangerous game of intrigue in the hopes of finding a way to return to her previous life. Will magic be her ally, or will it lead to her demise once and for all?

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Enjoy the first chapter of the novel. If you follow the tour you'll be able to read two additional chapters. I hope you enjoy the chapter:  


Chapter One

Dolores Reynard’s high heels clacked on the cold cement of the dark parking structure. At seven thirty, all her coworkers had gone home for the day, and her car sat alone, a testament to the misfortune of working for a taskmaster. Hitting the unlock button, she opened the driver’s door of her brand new Chevy Cruze and slipped inside. A few calming breaths prepared her for the rest of her evening, but at the same time she pulled out onto the street, a car cut her off. She slammed on the brakes so as not to rear-end it. Cursing under her breath, she switched on the radio to settle her nerves and headed toward the Godwin High School auditorium.
   Sirens blared in the distance while she drove down Cox Road toward Three Chopt Road, her mind drifting to the office. Yet again, her boss had kept her late. Tonight of all nights. The tension in her body bunched her muscles, and her shoulders rose to her ears. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony sank into the background, its usual calming effect gone. Glancing up at the dashboard, she checked the clock. 8:15 p.m. Missing another recital would fill her with too much guilt.
   She sighed. If only Ethan would get a better job, I could cut my hours to spend more time with the girls. But it didn’t matter anymore. Ethan had served her with divorce papers. For years, he’d complained she had no time for him, yet he’d refused to help her out. He’d always encouraged her to climb the corporate ladder. Only recently, she realized his support was so he could indulge in luxury. She’d grown weary of his slack ass always settling for part-time jobs, but coming from a broken home, she’d refused to ask for a divorce and put her daughters through the same ordeal she suffered as a child. Why hadn’t she recognized his laziness before she married him or before she had any kids?
   Love is blind. She eased her foot off the gas pedal after noticing she was a few miles over the speed limit. In the distance, the sirens persisted, seeming closer. Would Ethan be at the recital, or would he be gallivanting, who knew where, with the slutty waitress from the bar he habitually visited? When at last she accused him of having an affair, he’d never denied it. Damn, him! She banged her palms on the steering wheel. Was the affair his midlife crisis?
   After the affair came to light, he’d moved out of the house, but continued to leech off her, demanding money from her to pay all his bills, coming to the house to eat her food, and taking anything he thought would be useful in his new apartment. He served her with divorce papers, but it had taken her months before she came to terms with the permanent separation and signed them. No need to prolong the ordeal. After all, Ella and Chloe liked the situation better than hearing them argue all the time. Yet she still felt guilty about signing them.
   The wailing sirens blared somewhere outside her car. She jerked her head around. Where? Bright blue lights rushed down a side street straight toward her. She moved to the side of the road to let the oncoming police car pass, but a beam of blinding white light flashed through her window. She squinted, trying to see where it came from, and realized another vehicle was headed right at her. She jammed her foot on the gas pedal.
   The sound of crunching metal filled her ears. Her body jerked while a force she couldn’t control pulled at her. Oh God! Her car did a loop-de-loop. Shattering glass ricocheted around her, fusing with Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony flowing from the radio. Her temple smashed against the window, sending more pellets flying all around. The nauseating rolling stopped, leaving her hanging upside down, the seatbelt still holding her in place, her neck angled to the side by the pressure of the crushed roof. God, please make it stop. Oh, God. Please keep me alive for my girls.
   Warm, thick liquid streamed down her face from her neck, dripping into her eyes. The stench of her own blood filled her senses. Searing pain radiated from the back of her head, shooting down her spine, enveloping her entire body. Her vision narrowed, gathering into a single dot of light.
  Ella...Chloe...Mommy loves you.
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About the Author

annamaria bazziAlthough born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish. Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing. 
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12 June 2014

Book Review: A Gift of Time (Tassamara) by Sarah Wynde


She thought she could see everything. Time is proving her wrong. 

Available now on Amazon US and Amazon UK

"Sometimes knowing the future sucked".  Personally I think I'd find it useful - but our heroine Natalya finds it something of a mixed blessing. What does it mean if you can't see what's going to happen next?

The third book in the series set in the fictional Floridian town of Tassamara is fast paced and original, Telepahtic powers and ghosts make for a creative mix of mystery and fantasy that keeps you guessing.

Unlike some series, you can pick up A Gift of Time without having to know anything about what came before. It was good to know that when someone is injured, even quite badly, there is still hope of a quick fix. Recommended for anyone looking for something readable - and a bit different!   

About the Author

Sarah Wynde graduated from Wesleyan University with a degree in English. She worked as an editor for magazines and books, including ten years with Pearson as a senior acquisitions editor, before her love of writing pushed her into independent publishing. She writes unexpected fiction, stories that bend, blend, and occasionally break genres. 

Find out more at her website http://sarahwynde.com/ and on Twitter @Wyndes

11 June 2014

Guest Post ~ The inspiration for ‘Stop the World’ by Elle May


Two women from different worlds swap lives

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It is an honour that Tony asked me to write a blog for his website.  I’ve enjoyed writing for most of my life it is always a thrill when people ask me about it.  I started writing ‘Stop the World I want to get Off’, many years ago.  The inspiration came from a combination of watching the night sky, wondering about ‘what if’ and whether our lives are all destined or can we change it.   There is such a vast universe out there; it must be possible to have other life forms.

The book is pitched more as a ‘slice of life’, looking at meeting visitors from other universes being straightforward; similar to learning about other cultures. I wanted to explore the possibilities of how someone can slip into someone else’s shoes without being noticed.  So many people lose touch with each other, especially if they move to the other side of the world and they have so many misunderstandings too.

Stop the World is the first of a trilogy and I have included underlying themes to complement the story line.  Over several years I have been privileged to meet so many interesting people and learn about their spiritual beliefs.  It is useful to discover what does work for them and what helps make a difference and improve their lives.  So as the series continues the reader can follow Georgie’s life lessons.

Elle May


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About the Author

Elle May comes from a large charismatic family, who live in various parts of the world; giving a constant source of inspiration.  She currently lives close to the Chiltern Hills where some of her favourite writers have resided. Elle has worked in Human Resources, training and education. For many years she has helped children and teenagers progress with reading and see some begin a love affair with books. Elle enjoys writing and says she would love to ignite and encourage reluctant readers to enjoy reading.

Elle has recently started a short story blog at http://ellemay4444.wordpress.com/ and you can follow her on Twitter @ElleMay44
                                                                      

10 June 2014

Guest Post ~ Myriad Hues by Rachna Gupta


"The words used are simple; the language refined and yet, touching. This book brings out the author’s interpretation of things and changes them into images that stare out from the pages of the book." 

Myriad Hues is new on: Amazon US Amazon UK and Amazon.In 

About Myriad Hues

As a young girl I was always fascinated by nature. I would spend time sitting on the banks of a river, near my house, listening to the water and the birds nearby. Often I would look up and notice the habits of a few people who came there to wash their clothes or utensils. This fascination of mine never ceased, everywhere I went I noticed little things around me and then began writing them down in my notebook. As time passed by, those chosen words became poems and I finally found a way of turning my habit into a passion - poetry.

With the passing of time, I got my work published and enjoyed the fact that people appreciated my work, but since I was too young to realize what I actually wanted to do, I also ventured into other professions I was good at – Teaching and Interior Designing. It was the demise of my father that brought me back to reality, it made me give wings to my dreams and do what I was best at. These days I live in a beautiful city in India. This city, like the one I left behind is covered by mountains that beckon, waterfalls that sing and trees that dance in the wind, and all this provides me with the inspiration to write. I write because it gives me inner peace, every time I write I realize that the world is a beautiful place and that there is so much to thank God for.

Myriad Hues is about the way I think, the hues I see the world in. It is about me, and yet it is about all of us, our lives, our dreams, our fears, our struggles and the things that we find peace in.

Rachna Gupta

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About the Author

Rachna Gupta grew up in the picturesque town of Siliguri, a little haven that is surrounded by mountains and tea gardens that provided her the inspiration to write poems and stories. She has spent the last few years writing a variety of articles for buzzle.com and infojug.com. Her poems and short stories can also be found on writing.com. She has also published two of her poems in the Taj Mahal Review, December 2013 issue. When Rachna is not teaching primary children English, she is busy looking after her son and taking notes about things she notices in her surroundings. At the end of the day, when her chores are finally done and the rest of the world sleeps, these notes are transformed into poems and stories for the world to read. Rachna has a website at http://www.myriadhues.com/ and is on Twitter @GuptaRach.

9 June 2014

Guest Post ~ Gwendolyn's Sword by E. A. Haltom


Set in the midst of one of the most violent and vibrant periods of the early middle ages, Gwendolyn’s Sword answers the question, what if King Arthur had actually returned to twelfth-century England—as a woman?

New on Amazon US and Amazon UK



First I would like to thank Tony for inviting me to write a guest post. Tony is generous in his efforts to support new authors, and for that I am very grateful. Tony suggested I write about what inspires me to write and how I approach my writing, so I’ll do my best to give unvarnished, thoughtful answers.

As far as inspiration, I write all the time. I get distracted when I’m not writing; scenes, dialogue, and plot developments weave in my imagination while I’m trying to do other things. I’m not inspired to write as much as I’m compelled. But I didn’t finally decide to take myself seriously as a writer until I was much older. When I was thirty-nine, I read an interview with Stephenie Meyer, in which she described writing her debut, Twilight, during her kids’ naps, with a baby on her lap. I had a “what’s my excuse?” moment, and I got to work.

Conventional wisdom tells us to write about what we know. I know about being a woman in a world dominated—politically, professionally, economically, commercially—by men. I write what I wish was already out there for me to read: a tale of a cold-eyed woman warrior, in the best of the heroic traditions, with no romantic fluff, no soul-searching reflections or attention wasted on dress or social customs. She holds her own with a sword against the best knights. She is unapologetically capable and intelligent. She would risk her life to fulfill an oath, once given. Obviously, this woman belongs in late 12th c. England.

When I first set out to write my story, I researched the actual historical basis for many of the themes I wanted to include. I discovered a popular Welsh nationalist legend prophesying the return of Arthur to rout out all non-Britons (here the 12th c. Welsh may have set aside a generally known understanding that the Normans themselves were descended from clans of Britons that had fled to northern Gaul centuries back).

There was also a protracted campaign of propaganda by the Plantagenets to counter the Welsh prophecy, highlighted most notably by Richard the Lionheart’s sanctioning of Glastonbury Abbey’s claim to have discovered the tomb of Arthur and Guinevere on the abbey’s grounds (bearing no relation, of course, to the abbey’s desperate need to raise funds to rebuild after a devastating fire). The Plantagenets found further assistance in the writings of Chretien de Troyes, Gerald of Wales, and Geoffrey of Monmouth, to co-opt the legend of Arthur from the Welsh and make him their own. Delightfully, I even discovered a Ph.D. dissertation analyzing the Plantagenets’ treatment of Arthurian legend as an early example of political propaganda.

I am embarrassed to admit that none of this was known to me at the time that I initially conjured my tale of a woman heir to King Arthur, in England during the turmoil of Richard I’s reign. Happy coincidence followed happy coincidence as I began my research. And yet, the story that I eventually published is actually the second iteration of my tale. I benefitted from the criticism and feedback of an excellent reader and fan of the genre. He felt that I had taken more license than the genre will support with the historical facts of the time.

He also pointed out tactical combat errors my characters were making that, as seasoned warriors, they would have known to avoid. Fans of the genre would have spotted the inconsistencies immediately, and they would have been perhaps so put off as to not have been able to finish the story. So I dug quite a bit deeper into my research, and while I preserved the essential arc of the characters and the plot, in all other respects the story was completely rewritten. The geography of the tale was flipped, the politics of the time were brought into sharp relief, and fictional characters and locations were replaced by actual as much as possible. This is, I believe, a reverse engineering of the “proper” way to write historical fiction.

In my own experience, I found that having a writer’s group held me back. The criticisms were more to my voice (I remember one member saying, “I just don’t get it. I never think of tears as ‘hot.’”) than to my craft. Feedback from good readers is a must, but be selective. Your voice is crucial. It is what makes your writing unique. It gives your prose life. It gives your characters dimension. Find your voice. Fight for your voice. And be prepared to weather a lot of hard work and a lot of rejection.

There is a difference between “voice” and what I’ll call “fluffery.” The best advice on writing that I have received so far came from a journalist. He said that when he had written a sentence or turn of phrase that he was especially proud of, he knew that it had to come out. At the time that he told me this, I was flabbergasted by what he was saying. I was clinging to every clever turn of phrase in my manuscript like my life depended on it. But he told me that the emotional attachment was the signal that he had become enamored of his own deft style, and had departed from simply telling the story. In time I have come to recognize this flag for myself. Many distracting bits of “fluffery” that were more the product of my ego than the story have been axed—for the better.

If you have written but you are unsure if your writing is “good enough,” keep going. I don’t know that I’ll ever consider myself a “good” writer. I’m not even sure what that means. Even though Gwendolyn’s Sword won the Writers’ League of Texas Manuscript Contest for Historical Fiction, I could not get an agent to sign me. Maybe the story of a sword-wielding woman with no steamy romance thrown in didn’t fit anyone’s idea of marketability. Maybe by writing a story that would normally have had a male lead with a woman lead instead, the professionals figured I’d also left behind any potential male audience. Thankfully, I haven’t found that to be true. I hired my own editor, hired an artist for the book cover, and I published myself. Most days I feel rather foolhardy to be now working on the sequel to a book that’s only been out a month. Blind persistence like this is necessary.

Best of luck with your own writing. 

E. A. Haltom

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About the Author

E. A. Haltom lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband and kids and a minor menagerie of animals. Gwendolyn’s Sword is her debut novel. Before becoming a writer, E. A. Haltom was a prosecutor, a grocery clerk, a massage therapist, and a technology transactions lawyer. Visit her blog at http://smittenbythewords.blogspot.com and find her on Twitter at @eahaltomauthor and Facebook 
(FB page likes greatly appreciated!).

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