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Thursday, 27 April 2017

For authors only: want book sales? Have you thought of writing a guest post? #bloggers #bookpromo #wip

Here's an author secret for you: I'm cruel to my characters!

I can't help it, but it's true. I'm evil!

I start off loving my characters, their flaws, hopes, dreams and their entire journey. As their creator I know them inside out, but after a while they get me down. In short, by the end of the rewrites and edits, and more rewrites and edits, and reading the same scene and/or dialogue over and over, and over and over some more I'm more than fed up with them. So much so I have to seek my revenge!

So, I write alternate endings to my otherwise happy ever afters and KILL my characters!

But I can't be the only one to do this? So someone please tell me that they also write alternative endings for their beloved characters!

Mine have a grisly death each time. I suppose it's a type of therapy that allows me to move on to my next book and new characters; a type of closure.

It works for me, anyway.

If anyone wants to reveal their author secret/s here on this blog like the one above (send me your book link/details in return for a byline) for WWBB's JUNE theme: Authors' Secrets.

A time-travel romance - Wide Awake Asleep

Sci-fi Romance - Eden (book 1) |
Hunted (book 2)

Sunday, 16 April 2017

This is The Devil Wears Prada clashing with Bridget Jones.. and it's only #99cents! #literature #fiction #booksale #Bookshelf

Oh no, I've Fallen in Love!

Depression is a curse; a taboo illness which Valerie Anthrope has suffered with for most of her life.
And so far, her way of dealing with it is to hide it, which means no friends. Ever. She works hard at keeping all acquaintances at arms’ length, and has thrown herself into building her financial brokerage business. Happiness to Valerie is a successful mortgage deal.

Ellen Semple is happy-go-lucky. Her world is all-dancing and all-singing fun. She’s Valerie’s new employee.

Lex Kendal is Valerie’s client. He wants to screw Valerie.

This is the story of a depressive woman changing the views of two egotistical people, and in turn, Valerie comes to realise that these selfish people are the ones who can help her—if she dares to open up to them.
A story of true friendship.
A story about the power of love.
A story of how one women gained the strength to fight her depression.
Oh no, I’ve Fallen in Love! came second in the eFestival of Words Best Independent eBook Awards 2013. Oh no, I’ve Fallen in Love! is told through the eyes of Valerie Anthrope and Lex Kendal in varying chapters—‘a unique way of storytelling.'

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Extract from Oh no, I've Fallen in Love!

I smiled, but found I couldn’t hold his gaze. I had never teased anyone before, but that’s exactly what I had been doing. And he’d returned it. Our easy bantering was happening as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I opened my diary, and pretended to look through it. ‘I’ve a lot to do this morning, Mr Kendal. You really should have phoned for an appointment.’ He perched himself on the spare desk, leaving a long leg swinging down.

‘I’m here to make one.’


‘I want to make an appointment to take you out to dinner. Shall we say Saturday night?’

‘This Saturday?’

‘This Saturday, yes. That’s the day after Friday, and the day before Sunday.’

A tingle of excitement was bubbling up inside my stomach. It was only a dinner date, I told myself. I could keep him at arm’s length, just like everyone else, no problem. Except he wasn’t like any man I’d met before. He seemed to revel in my sharp comments and caustic sarcasm.

A bang from the outer door told me my staff had arrived back from lunch. I cleared my throat, and made an effort to look in control.

‘Yes, that would be lovely.’

The arrogant bastard grinned, telling me that’s what he expected me to say.  I remembered reading about the kiss-and-tell that his ex-wife leaked to the papers, which backfired on her and made him famous. It was all about how she couldn’t compete with his affairs and was filing for a divorce after fifteen years. She then demanded a hefty settlement and posed topless.

‘Good. There’s a new fish restaurant just opened along the Thames that I thought we could try. Or is there anything else you fancy? Apart from me,’ he added with a wider grin.

He’s such a jerk, I thought. But a sexy jerk. A flutter of appreciation feathered my spine as I took in his broad shoulders and imagined myself in his arms again.  But did I want to be another notch on his bedpost – hell, I was a modern woman – he could be a notch on mine!

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

A children's story for adults (not for the faint-hearted!) by @roberteggleton1 #childabuse #scifi #literary

Rarity from the Hollow


Robert Eggleton

Lacy Dawn's father relives the Gulf War, her mother's teeth are rotting out, and her best friend is murdered by the meanest daddy on Earth.

Life in the hollow is hard.

She has one advantage -- an android was inserted into her life and is working with her to cure her parents. But, he wants something in exchange. It's up to her to save the Universe.

Lacy Dawn doesn't mind saving the universe, but her family and friends come first.

Rarity from the Hollow is adult literary science fiction filled with tragedy, comedy and satire. A Children's Story. For Adults.

“The most enjoyable science fiction novel I have read in years.”
Temple Emmet Williams, Author, former editor for Reader’s Digest

“Quirky, profane, disturbing… In the space between a few lines we go from hardscrabble realism to pure sci-fi/fantasy. It’s quite a trip.”
    Evelyn Somers, The Missouri Review

. "…a hillbilly version of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy…what I would have thought impossible; taken serious subjects like poverty, ignorance, abuse…tongue-in-cheek humor without trivializing them…profound…a funny book that most sci-fi fans will thoroughly enjoy." -- Awesome Indies (Gold Medal)

“…sneaks up you and, before you know it, you are either laughing like crazy or crying in despair, but the one thing you won’t be is unmoved…a brilliant writer.” --Readers’ Favorite (Gold Medal)

“Rarity from the Hollow is an original and interesting story of a backwoods girl who saves the Universe in her fashion. Not for the prudish.” —Piers Anthony, New York Times bestselling author

“…Good satire is hard to find and science fiction satire is even harder to find.” -- The Baryon Review

Comfort Zones: Please note that there is a mention of a child having been murdered in this novel, by the meanest daddy on Earth. However, there is no scene and she plays a comical and annoying ghost most of the story. Here's a finding by Awesome Indies about the first edition to help you decide if this novel is too far outside of your comfort zone: “a hillbilly version of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, only instead of the earth being destroyed to make way for a hyperspace bypass, Lacy Dawn must…The author has managed to do what I would have thought impossible; taken serious subjects like poverty, ignorance, abuse, and written about them with tongue-in-cheek humor without trivializing them…Eggleton sucks you into the Hollow, dunks you in the creek, rolls you in the mud, and splays you in the sun to dry off. Tucked between the folds of humor are some profound observations on human nature and modern society that you have to read to appreciate…it’s a funny book that most sci-fi fans will thoroughly enjoy.” http://awesomeindies.net/ai-approved-review-of-rarity-from-the-holly-by-robert-eggleton/ The early tragedy feeds and amplifies subsequent comedy and satire.

Robert Eggleton is a retired children’s psychotherapist. Rarity from the Hollow is his debut novel and is preceded by publication of three short Lacy Dawn Adventures in magazines. Half of author proceeds are donated to a child abuse prevention program operated by Children’s Home Society of West Virginia. http://www.childhswv.org/

In his own words: 'I recently retired after 52 years of contributions into the U.S. Social Security fund so that I could write and promote my fiction. I’m a former mental health psychotherapist in West Virginia. After coming home drained from working with child abuse victims, I didn't have the energy left to begin self-promotion of this project. Most of the successes listed above have been achieved in the last fifteen months following my retirement.'

Author proceeds have been donated to a child abuse prevention program in West Virginia http://www.childhswv.org/ A listing of services that are supported can be found here: http://mountainrhinestones.blogspot.com/2015/06/review-giveaway-rarity-from-hollow-by.html. 

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Excerpt of Chapter Nine: “Lacy Dawn Goes To the Movies”

Scene Prologue: Lacy Dawn, the eleven year old protagonist, is a most unlikely savior of the universe. An android named DotCom (a recurring pun in the story) was sent to Earth to recruit and train Lacy Dawn to fulfill her destiny. He lives in a spaceship in a cave behind her house. The following scene is one of her early a training sessions. 
“…Finally, there’s a little action in this movie,” Lacy Dawn said.   
            The focus zoomed toward a green circle…. Jungle sounds filled the ship, dense vegetation filled the screen, and, a zoom again….     
            "What the heck is that?" she asked.
            "It’s a recording error. Please watch the video," DotCom said.
            An image of a square piece of land surrounded by water appeared…a group of hairy bipeds. One animal tilled the ground with its tusk.  Irrigation ditches watered a garden….  A large pyramid-shaped structure appeared on the monitor’s top edge.             
            "This is pretty cool," Lacy Dawn said.
            “Photosynthesis occurred on Earth 3.4 billion years ago.  It thereby permitted ocean animals to evolve 600 million years ago. Plants conquered land 400 million years ago. This led to vertebrates on land 380 million years ago. It all occurred on your planet before our technicians had invented field recording equipment….”
            “You said ‘ago’ too many times. Just be quiet. This movie's getting good now and I don’t need the chatter.”          
            The angle changed…. The pyramid got closer with each step. There were several close-up shots of beings.
            Are those animals or people? 
            “It’s you!” she screamed to DotCom.
            It was an accidental close up of a crotch. There were no genitals. DotCom did not confirm or deny her exclamation. The camera continued to move toward the pyramid:  females with hairy breasts exposed, young eating berries, and larger, more erect males chasing a deer-like animal. They caught it and ripped it apart on the spot.  The entrance of the triangular structure could be seen in the background. 
            “This movie is cool,” she said.
            The pyramid was made of wooden poles tied with vines and covered with large leaves…. The glow of a fire could be seen but there was no smoke. Individuals and small groups entered and exited the structure.  One group looked like the hunters…. They carried meat and animal parts into the pyramid.
            “Daddy got an eight-point buck last year. He sold the head to Harold for ten dollars. We still have some of it in the freezer….”
            Inside the pyramid, small groups sat together. Humanoids came and went. There were several floors connected by pole ladders and all spaces were occupied. It was very noisy. The space teemed with grunts and groans.     
            "Turn the volume down a little. That vine's still alive. It's been trained to wrap around the joints just like Mommy's pole beans. They're ready to pick.”
            “Correct,” DotCom said.
            “And it don't just grow on the outside. It grows on the inside too. That pyramid is one huge green bean casserole.”
            People were gathered around a rectangular box that glowed orange in the center of a dirt floor. The tallest people stood the closest to the box. One person was at least a foot taller than all the others….  
            The next scene was a close-up of the box. Between males with hairy legs and butts and other private parts -- big private parts -- Lacy Dawn saw a smooth surface…. Data flashed at the bottom of the screen. On top of the box, pieces of meat cooked beside large green beans. Water steamed and spit over the mess.
            “It’s a cook stove. But, that’s impossible. There ain't no fire or smoke and it can't be no electric stove like Mommy wants. There's no electric back then. This is a made up story.  It has to be.”
            “The stove was a trade from my planet,” DotCom said.
            “For what?” she asked.
            “You,” he said….
            The next scene introduced a very small biped that held out a large bean leaf toward a much larger biped standing by the stove. Larger kicked Smaller to the ground.  Smaller got up. Blood ran from her nose. She went back to Larger, extended the leaf, and was again kicked to the ground. It looked like a much harder kick than the first.  Smaller got up again and re-extended the empty leaf. Larger slammed his fist down on the top of Smaller’s head. She fell.
            “That had to hurt bad,” Lacy Dawn said
            “You should know, Lacy Dawn,” DotCom…. 
            Smaller got up, wobbled to Larger, and extended her leaf with unsteady arms.  Larger ignored Smaller until she tapped him on the calf with her foot. Larger showed Smaller his sharp teeth, turned to the stove, and picked up two handfuls of meat and beans.  He placed the food on the leaf extended by Smaller. Smaller nodded to Larger and stumbled backward away from the stove.
            “Big Mac time,” Lacy Dawn said.
            The camera followed Smaller. She staggered and dodged her way to a small group of bipeds that squatted several yards from the stove.  Smaller handed the leaf, now rolled around the food, to an adult female. The adult distributed pieces to others in the group.
            “The smaller is you, Lacy Dawn,” DotCom said. 
            The picture faded.