Thursday, June 7, 2012

The Anatomy of Book Writing with Guest Blogger: Blair Bancroft



 
Welcome featured author Blair Bancroft 
to the Book Boost today!


She's here to discuss a wise author’s approach to writing a book and here's what she had to say...



The following is an outline of a workshop I’ve been creating over the last few weeks. Once you have your “grand idea,” I hope the following suggestions may help you write a better book.

1.    Fresh Twist.  Nurture and expand your initial idea. Give it a new twist, something that will keep the reader turning pages instead of groaning over yet another version of same old-same old.

2.    Research. Before you begin, do your research. Whether it’s Renaissance, Steampunk, police procedure, arson investigation, high finance, medical, or whatever, be sure you know what you’re talking about.

3.    Title & Names. Give your book a title, even if you change it later. Name your major characters and at least the secondary characters in Chapter 1. Note their physical descriptions and their relationship to each other. I suggest a typed Character List. It’s good psychology, providing support through those pesky first moments of creation.

4.    Opening.  Take your time with that first sentence. And take your time with the rest of the first paragraph and the first page. This is where you not only capture the attention of your reader, but more importantly for beginners, this is where you capture the attention of a busy agent or editor.

5.    Characters.  Characters are the backbone of a book, the thing that makes a book come alive. Creating interesting and believable characters with whom a reader can empathize is the single most important aspect of your book. The best plot in the world will fail if your main characters are shallow, uninteresting, or not properly identified.

6.    Plot.  Whether your plot is simple or complex, at least a hint of it should be apparent in the first chapters. Readers want to plunge right into the story with the hero and heroine, and if your book reads like a standard romance in Chapters 1-4, but turns out to be a Suspense in Chapter 5 or 6, readers are going to feel misled.

7.    Goals.  Every author has a different approach to plotting—from “out of the mist” to extensive outlines, storyboards, etc. No matter which method you use, you should always keep your goals in mind. You need a goal: for the book, for a scene, for a chapter. You need short-term and long-term goals for both hero and heroine. (And for a villain, if you have one.)

8.    Motivation.  You can get away with almost any plot, goal, or action, no matter how bizarre, if you give your characters proper motivation. Never forget to make it clear why they do what they do.

9.    Conflict.  Without conflict, your story is: boy meets girl, they fall in love, get married, and live Happily Ever After. Three chapters, tops. Which means: Conflict is the most essential ingredient in a Romance.  Conflict is not bickering between the hero and heroine. Conflict is some seemingly insurmountable problem, such as feuding families; incompatible lifestyles or jobs; medical problems. Or outside influences, such as a murder threat, a business takeover, being caught in a blizzard; a hurricane, car wreck, war zone.

10.    Setting.  A setting needs clarity and color. Otherwise, the characters are talking heads against a blank canvas.  Readers also want to get a feel for date & location, something easily solved by a Date & Location line at the beginning of the manuscript or scene.

11.    Dialogue.  Don’t let dialogue rule your book. Take a close look at your dialogue. Did the dialogue in that scene tell the reader something vital? Did it move the story forward? Did you leave out introspection (the thoughts of the character whose Point of View you’re in)? Did you charge through the scene with only short tags or no tags without inserting any action, giving the reader a skeleton with no meat? Cute or clever is not enough on its own. Dialogue must add color, and it must have a purpose.

12.    Narration. Dialogue only shows the surface. Unless you let your readers know what your main characters are thinking, we’ll never know what’s really happening. What your character is saying and what he/she is thinking might be entirely opposite. Be sure you let the reader know that. Also needed are all those words that add color, set the scene, tell readers what your characters look like, explain backstory, etc. - the 90% of the story iceberg that remains underwater unless you describe it for your readers.

13.    Pacing.  A lot of things slow pacing. Are you “telling” instead of “showing”? Put simply, are you looking at your story from the outside, “telling” your readers what is happening, instead of getting inside your main characters’ heads and letting us see the story through their eyes? Are you using twenty words when ten would be more clear and move the story along faster? Or are your sentences too bare? You forgot to add color, descriptions, settings, and/or enough background information so readers can understand what’s going on.

14.    Point of View.  (See comments under Pacing.) In addition, it’s recommended beginners stick to the POV of the hero, the heroine, and perhaps a villain. Do not “head hop.” Stick to one character’s POV through a whole scene. Or if you must change, do it near the middle, allowing the hero and heroine “equal opportunity.”

15.    Transitions.  It’s so easy to look ahead toward your primary goal in a scene that you fail to wind up one thing before beginning another. The effect is something like knocking the reader off a diving board before they’ve reached the end. A true “Huh?” moment. Bad transitions can be more readily spotted during editing. Keep an eye out for those “unfinished” moments.

16.    Mechanics.  Yes, mechanics count. If an editor has two manuscripts of equal appeal, but one had correct spelling, punctuation, and grammar, and the other one is going to cost the company money for hours of editing and copy edits, which manuscript is the editor going to choose?

17.    Self-editing.  Unless you have a particular problem finishing a book, edit as you go along. At the end of each chapter. At the end of each 5-chapter section. If you do that, you won’t be faced with the enormity of editing an entire book from a rough first-draft. Then you start back at the beginning and do it all again. Most successful authors have been through their books four or five times before submission. Self-editing is an absolute must!

Be the Wise Author. Think! - both before & after you type.

A Note From the Book Boost:  Great tips, Blair!  Thanks for sharing.  Please tell us more about your latest.

Blurb:

Miss Araminta Galsworthy travels to the home of her new guardian, Baron Julian Rochefort, an inventor like her father, only to find herself hastily married, shot at, and attacked by evangelicals who consider her husband’s airship the work of the devil. She is also expected to play hostess to a bevy of guests, all of whom seem to be engaged in treason.

Their intent: restore the monarchy. A shocking concept to Minta, who was only ten when the Duke of Wellington seized the government. Lord Rochefort’s enemies are legion: rival aeronauts from the continent, rival monarchists who want to place the Duke of Cumberland on the throne (or possibly the Duke of Cambridge). And a wily Wellington, who has allowed an already autocratic nature to grow into despotism over the course of his reign.

Minta struggles to adjust to new friends, new enemies, a new husband. To the concept of being an integral part of a revolution. Not easy for a girl just shy of her majority. But she finds her way past all obstacles, to become an important part of the great day when Lord Rochefort sets down Aurora, the world’s first airship, in Hyde Park. All does not go as planned, however, and Minta almost loses her chance to live a life where she, not Aurora, is the center of her husband’s universe.


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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Happily Ever After with Guest Blogger: Elysa Hendricks


Win a copy of Counterfeit Love & 
chat with featured author Elysa Hendricks 
today at the Book Boost!

She's here to chat about milestones and love and here's what she had to say...

 
Recently my husband and I celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary. It got me to thinking, panicking about what to give him. Neither hubby nor I are big on traditional holiday gift giving. There's little we want or need that we don't have. And when we find something we can't live without we usually just get it for ourselves. But it just seemed wrong to ignore this milestone. So out of curiosity and desperation (after forty years it's hard to come up with a unique gift) I looked up the gift for forty years of marriage. Here's what I found:

The traditional gift is a ruby - rings, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, brooches, cufflinks, or tie tacks. Since my birthstone is an opal and I already have more jewelry than I can possibly wear, and hubby doesn't wear cufflinks or tie tacks, he doesn't wear ties, nothing on this list appeals.

The more modern gift is a garnet - which I figure is just a less expensive gem stone that looks like a ruby. Garnet jewelry, red art glass, red crystal home décor, or red flowers. Nothing for us here either. Garnet jewelry might be pretty, but again I don't need any. And the last thing either of us need is more "junk" around the house. Flowers are always nice, but for a milestone like forty years I'd like to get and give gifts that last more than forty hours. Maybe artificial flowers?

Alternate Modern: Ruby - red scarves and ties, red clothing, red lingerie, Indian River ruby grapefruit for breakfast in bed, or a trip to the ruby mine in Cherokee, NC. Now here are some viable options. I can think of a ton of entertaining things to do with red lingerie, scarves and ties. I love grapefruit, and breakfast in bed followed by the fun things with those scarves and ties has possibilities. But again, while this gift might be enjoyable and good for the heart, a 40th anniversary gift needs to last longer than forty minutes.  Besides, who needs an anniversary to celebrate this way?

So out of all the gift ideas the only one that sounded different and exciting was the trip to the ruby mine in Cherokee, NC. Only problem, the older I get the less and less I want to exert myself physically - aside from those bedrooms games - so I decided not to pursue this option.

Our anniversary came and went and no gifts were purchased or given by either party. By now you have to be wondering how we've managed to stay married and happy for forty years. All I can say is rather than focusing on one day out of the year; we spend time with each other every day. We talk. We laugh. We play. We cry. Occasionally we even argue, but we never go to bed mad at each other. These are our gifts to one another and we give them every day.

Though they're fictional creations born from my imagination, and I put them through trials and tribulations before I allow them their "happily ever afters"--in the end I give the characters in books the same kind of relationship I've enjoyed with my husband for the past forty years.


A Note from the Book Boost:  Thanks for joining us today, Elysa.  And thanks for sharing your personal story with us.  I'm inspired by how you save all your energy for bedroom games still after 40 years of marriage.  Awesome! Please tell us more about your latest.


Blurb:


The Baby Race is a modern day marriage of convenience story.

Race Reed doesn’t want a wife, but to save his ranch he needs a baby. To gain custody of her stepsister, Claire Jensen needs a husband, but she wants love. Wants and needs are bound to clash when they run The Baby Race.

Race Reed reserves his love and attention for the abused horses he cares for on his ranch. Because his mother changed husbands as often as she changed clothes, doesn’t believe in wedded bliss. Now to save his ranch he needs the money his paternal grandmother is offering as a marriage incentive. The bizarre contest she’s set up between him and his two cousins to produce her first great-grandchild is another matter. His only option – cheat in The Baby Race.

Claire Jensen wants two things out of life, home and family. During her younger years she never questioned her father’s nomadic lifestyle as he hunted for treasure, but as she grew older she longed to put down roots. When her father remarried and gave Claire a stepmother and baby stepsister, she’d thought her prayers were answered. Instead, she took over the parental role to her stepsister as her father and stepmother continued to search the world for treasure. In every way that matters, the six-year-old is Claire’s daughter. When Claire’s father and stepmother are killed on their latest quest for treasure, without a steady job, husband or home, Claire is about to lose custody of her young stepsister. Her only option – run the The Baby Race.
   

Excerpt (edited for length):

 "Ooow!" She staggered back. A plate crashed and shattered.

"Don't move." Race started toward her. His bare heel came down on a sliver of ceramic. "Damn!" He limped around the rest of the mess. Blood left a crimson trail on the white tile.

"Oh no, you're bleeding." Claire touched his arm.

He stopped and turned her to face him. "Never mind that. How's your head?" He threaded his fingers under the heavy satin weight of her hair to search out any injuries. Her head felt small and vulnerable in the palm of his hand. She shuddered as his fingers found the sore spot.

"It's fine...ouch."

"You've got a nice lump there. Do you feel dizzy?"

"No, just foolish."

Then why am I trembling?

"No broken skin. You head's not bleeding."

She pulled away and took a quick step back. "Speaking of blood, you're dripping all over. Sit down."

She pushed him into one of the kitchen chairs.

Her flannel covered breasts brushed against his bare chest. Throbbing in time with the suddenly rapid beat of his heart, pain radiated up his leg. But another portion of his anatomy was giving him more discomfort. He shifted on the chair.

"Sit still. Where do you keep your first aid kit?" She propped his foot on a second chair. Her fingers felt soft and warm against the chilled flesh of his ankle and increased the ache in his groin.

"There's one in the cupboard next to the stove."

"Don't move."

"Watch out for the broken ceramic."

She skirted around the shards of the plate and retrieved the kit as well as a bowl of water and a towel, then knelt next to him.

He twitched when she sponged away the blood and pulled out the sliver of ceramic. Her shoulder rubbed the inside of his extended thigh. He groaned.

"I'm sorry. Does it hurt?" She looked back over her shoulder, her chocolate brown eyes full of concern.

"No." At least not the way you think, sweetheart. If she dropped her gaze, she'd soon know his real problem.

She gave him a sweet smile and turned her attention back to his heel. "It doesn't look too bad, it's only a small cut. I don't think you'll need stitches."

"Real men don't get stitches. We staple our wounds."

Her giggle vibrated through her hand on his calf and traveled up his leg. He barely suppressed another groan.

"Well, I don't think you'll need to staple this wound. A bandage should do just fine. Just let me clean it off with some peroxide and put an antibiotic on it."

White light from the open fridge provided light while she bent over his foot. She shifted until she half faced him. In the confusion, the tie of her faded pink robe had come undone and the robe gaped open. Below she wore a long white t-shirt. Her full breasts thrust against the soft worn material, her nipples dark shadows.

Were they brown like her hair or dusky pink like her full lips? The question haunted him. He shifted on the chair in growing discomfort.

She glanced up. "Am I hurting you?"

"No," he snapped. "Just get it over with."

"Poor baby. I'll be done soon." She ducked her head and her hair screened her face from his view, so he couldn't see the smile her words conveyed. "There, all finished."  The soft brush of her lips on his ankle sent a shiver through him.

He jerked his foot back, nearly clipping her chin with his toes, and stood.

Humor lit her eyes as she looked up at him from where she knelt. "Why don't you go on up to bed? After I clean up here, I'll use the couch for the rest of the night. It's almost morning anyway."

He started to protest, but found himself being ushered out of the kitchen toward the stairs.

Only as he removed his jeans did he realize he'd never zipped them up.
   
 

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Thursday, May 24, 2012

A New Beginning with Guest Blogger: B.J. Scott



Welcome back featured author B.J. Scott 
today at the Book Boost!


She's here to chat about beginnings and endings and here's what she had to say...



The end is only the beginning.

So you finished your manuscript after months or maybe even years of hard work. You've gone over it so many times, you know every word by heart. The editor loves it , you've signed your contract, you've made the requested revisions and your release date is set. Now, you can sit back and relax, wait for the royalty checks to come in and move on to your next book.

WRONG.

Signing the contract and handing over your work to an editor is only the beginning and not the end. Especially if this is your debut novel. The misconception that it is now solely in the hands of the publisher is one many newbies make. The book may be wonderful and a hit, but only if you can market it yourself in a way that gets the public's attention. Friends and family can only buy so many books, then the onus is on the author to maintain a presence by doing what they can to get noticed and to stay noticed.

With over one million books being offered on sites like Amazon and dozens of new releases every day, it is not easy to stay in the public eye for long. That is why you must start your marketing strategy before the book goes to print or e-book.

A website and/or blog showcasing your talent, news and tells the readers a bit about yourself is a great place to start. Becoming familiar with the various social media at your disposal is another. While they may seem overwhelming to someone who has never accessed these sites before, it is necessary.

Ads on review sites, websites dedicated to promotion and in popular romance magazines is another. Mind you, the latter can be costly, so you must also set your marketing budget at the start as well. A book trailer, one you make yourself or have professionally done is another way to get your book noticed. Bookmarks, cards, mugs, pens (etc...) can be made with your cover and given away as contest prizes or to people attending conferences. Anything that gets your name out there is useful. There are countless ways to promote your book. It is up to the author, in conjunction with the publisher to decide what method is right for you.


A Note From the Book Boost:  And, of course, guest blogging and author interviews such as this one are helpful with picking up the attention of a potential new reader!  Thanks for joining us today, B.J.  Hope your book is selling well.


Blurb:

Faced with an abhorrent betrothal, Cailin Macmillan flees her father’s castle and quickly learns that a woman traveling alone in Medieval Scotland is an easy target for ruthless English soldiers. When Highland patriot Connor Fraser comes to her aid, his steadfast dedication to king and country is challenged by his overwhelming desire to protect Cailin—even if he must marry her to do so.

Accused of murdering one of her attackers and determined to rely on her own resourcefulness, Cailin dresses as a lad, intent on seeking refuge at the camp of Robert the Bruce. Can she elude an enemy from her past—a vindictive English lord bent on her utter demise—or will she fall prey to his carnal intent and be executed for a crime she did not commit?


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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Night Sky by Jolene Perry: A Book Boost Review


Welcome to a Special Edition Book Review 
today at the Book Boost!


I'm taking a close look at the novel Night Sky by Jolene Perry and here are my thoughts...



A lot can happen between Spring Break and graduation—and a lot does in this YA romance from author Jolene Perry.  Told from a teenage boy’s point of view, this novel takes you on a journey from the teen angst of a broken heart through the trials and tribulations we all inevitably must learn to face.  Love.  Loss. Longing.  Lust.  This story is lovely from cover to cover.

Jay and Sky are my kind of kids.  The kind of kids I hope to raise and the kind of kids I wish I'd known back in high school.  These Cherry Pepsi loving teens on the brink of adulthood share breathtaking moments of honesty—such a rare quality even between mature adults these days.  One of my favorite lines about a teenage boy’s body confidence is this one… “And I’m not totally comfortable; I’m just used to being uncomfortable.”

Well said.

Jay is a competitive swimmer and the water plays a healing role in his life as he’s faced with a huge family crisis followed by the revelation of Sky’s ultimate secret.  Torn between his new found respect of total honesty and the fear of taking the leap from adolescence to adulthood, Jay must make a choice.

The story’s maturity and innocence is all rolled into one sweet bundle that keeps you turning the page long into the night.  In the end, big lessons are learned and life goes one with one lingering memento—as Jay discovers something he never expected…“honesty is erotic.”

I couldn’t agree more.  I honestly enjoyed every page of this intensely touching story.



Want More Jolene?



Jolene grew up in Wasilla, Alaska. She graduated from Southern Utah University with a degree in political science and French, which she used to teach math to middle schoolers.

After living in Washington, Utah and Las Vegas, she now resides in Alaska with her husband, and two children. Aside from writing, Jolene sews, plays the guitar, sings when forced, and spends as much time outside as possible.

She is also the author of The Next Door Boys and the upcoming Knee Deep.



Visit her on the web here:  http://www.jolenebperry.com/ 

Pick up a copy of her book today!  Click here.


Blurb:

After losing Sarah, the friend he’s loved, to some other guy, Jameson meets Sky. Her Native American roots, fluid movements, and need for brutal honesty become addictive fast. This is good. Jameson needs distraction – his dad leaves for another woman, his mom’s walking around like a zombie, and Sarah’s new boyfriend can’t keep his hands off of her.

As he spends time with Sky and learns about her village, her totems, and her friends with drums - she's way more than distraction. Jameson's falling for her fast.

But Sky’s need for honesty somehow doesn’t extend to her life story – and Jameson just may need more than his new girl to keep him distracted from the disaster of his senior year. 


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Monday, May 21, 2012

Re-Shaping the Future of Publishing with Guest Blogger: C.Y. Bourgeois



Welcome author C.Y. Bourgeois
to the Book Boost!


She's here to discuss her thoughts about the future of publishing and here's what she had to say...


I, sadly, think e-books are the future of publishing.  Everyone is tied to their electronic devices these days...nobody, including me, can go anywhere without their cell phone.  Now, with smart phones, you can instantly download and read books on your phone, any place, and any time.  People are carrying e-readers everywhere too.  Download and read whenever, wherever.  I don’t believe it’s just a trend.  I think it’s the future of publishing.

There are a ton of self-publishing companies around these days, primarily pushing e-books.  E-books are cheap - cheap to upload and cheap to download.

A large part of the reason that there are so many self-publishing companies out there is because it is extremely hard for a new author to get his or her book published by a traditional publishing house, even if it’s really good.  Publishers need to make money; they need to be pretty sure that they will at least recap their expenses for each new author they sign on.  Agents are also in the business to make a living, so they too are reluctant to take on an unpublished, unproven author.

New authors can self-publish with a minimal amount of expense, get their work out in the world, and hope to be discovered by hordes of eager readers.  E-books are available to readers around the planet.  That’s a pretty big potential audience.

There are also many ways to publish an e-book for free.  An author can publish as many works as he or she wants this way.  This gives e-readers an abundance of books to choose from and the cost is much less than traditional hard copy books.  Many of the e-books can be downloaded for free and a lot of them are available for right around five dollars.  This makes them a very attractive option over purchasing a hardcover for twenty-five-plus dollars or even a soft cover, which now start in the neighborhood of eight-ninety-five and go up from there.  With e-books, if you buy it and don’t like it, at least you didn’t lose a lot of money.

Don’t get me wrong, to my mind; nothing beats the feel and the smell of a book in my hands.  I love how I can pick up a book and lose myself in the pages.  With the flip of each page I’m transported to another place and time, another persona, another horror or joy, another life.  I love going to secondhand stores or the library and browsing through the titles, searching for authors I love, and discovering new ones.

I think (and fervently hope) that real, hold-in-your-hand books will always have a place in our hearts and minds, but they are swiftly being overshadowed by e-books; the instant gratification we crave these days - download from anywhere at any time.  I am certain that books will always be available for those of us who love them, but they may soon be relegated only to libraries and secondhand stores.

I think the day will come when we won’t be able to walk into a store and pick up a new book, feel the weight of it in our hands, ruffle the pages - the scent of paper and ink filling our nostrils - and read the back cover, our minds quickening at the hint of the exciting story lying in wait between the shiny covers.

I think the day will come and I think it will be a sad day.         


A Note from the Book Boost:  Hopefully there will always be a place for print books in the world.  Although, my home is running out of room for them now. :-)  Thanks for joining us today, C.Y. and best of luck on your new release!  Please tell us more.


Blurb:

Shelby Leight is a wise-cracking, lighthearted teenager, looking forward to a fun-filled senior year in high school.  She already knows the pain of losing a loved one, but has worked her way through the grief to come out on the other side.

Then, in the fall of 1975, in the sleepy, picturesque town of Palmer Alaska, the unthinkable happens.  There's a serial killer on the hunt and one of Shelby’s best friends has disappeared.

The sudden loss of her friend in such a violent manner awakens something in her, an ability to communicate with the dead....visions.  In the midst of all this, Shelby falls in love for the first time only to discover the shocking truth about her boyfriend.  Can she accept him for who – what he is?  Can her friends and family accept him?

Shelby has a vision of the killer stalking another of her friends and is desperate to stop him before it’s too late.  Instead of an enjoyable senior year of high school, Shelby and her friends must come to grips with life and death - and all they hold - in their quest to find a monster before he kills again.


Excerpt:


You know how we make a smooth transition from an old year to a new year? How, despite the big fuss everybody makes on New Year’s Eve swearing the new one will be better than the last, nothing mind-blowing happens with the changing of the calendar? How life just marches on tossing things your way, here and there, for better or worse? Well, on January 1st as we hung up our shiny new calendar, we looked forward with eager anticipation to a year that had to be better than the last. After all, we said, it can’t be any worse. Famous last words . . .

September 17, 1974 . . . two soldiers in Army dress greens standing on our front porch . . . our world lurched on its axis, knocked us to our knees, lives changed forever in a New York minute. A few days later my brother Phil came home from Vietnam . . . in a flag draped coffin. Just nineteen when he died, they called him a hero. I didn’t care, I just knew I didn’t get to have a brother and he didn’t get to have a life. I’d said goodbye to him before he shipped out less than one year before being killed.

After he left we wrote back and forth every week, letters were better than nothing, but never in my wildest dreams did I think we would never be together again, never talk to each other in person again.

Phillip Thomas Leight, my big brother, my friend, friends not just because we were close in age, only two years apart, but because he was genuinely a good person. I admired him; he was the most happy-go-lucky guy, always the goofball; cracking jokes and playing pranks. Phil was also my defender, my knight in shining armor. I called him my Dragon. Not only did he have a picture of one tattooed on his chest, he acted like one; docile, going about his business, but if anyone or anything threatened his family or friends he’d puff up like a fire-breathing dragon, ready for battle, defending us to the death. I guess that’s what he thought he was doing when he volunteered for duty in Vietnam.

I couldn’t believe my brother had just vanished from this earth, how could it just go on turning as if nothing happened? I thought I’d never be happy again; my heart was broken in too many pieces. Two nights after his funeral, Phil fixed that. He visited me in my dreams telling me everything would be okay He said it was alright to be sad as long as I didn’t “snivel and whine” too long (that made me laugh—it was so Phil). He said he knew I loved him and missed him, whispering “ditto back atcha”. 

It’s what he always said whenever someone told him they loved him or would miss him, or anything else he thought even slightly sappy. He told me to be happy, have a good life, to remember him not with sadness but with joy in the memories we shared. He gifted me with one of his big, incandescent smiles, the ones that used to light up entire rooms when he walked in the door. Then he left and never returned.

After his visit I could feel the broken pieces of my heart shifting, moving together, healing. At last I’d been able to say goodbye to my brother. I hoped he was going someplace nice. Although I will always grieve for him, I take comfort in knowing that wherever my Dragon is I’ll be with him again one day.

January 1975. New calendar, new year. I was able to laugh again and life marched on.

I’m Shelby Violet Leight (pronounced light). I adore my family and consider myself a loyal friend. I have a slightly sarcastic sense of humor, a vivid imagination and I love watching Saturday morning cartoons, The Twilight Zone, and Star Trek.

Eight days into 1975 I turned seventeen. The eighth of January is my birthday as well as that of Elvis Presley. I thought (still do) it very cool to have popped into the world on the same day as The King of Rock and Roll. I bragged about it endlessly as though sharing Elvis’s birthday made me somehow special. My friends just shook their heads and laughed. I also imagined that being seventeen meant I was all grown-up. I looked forward to starting school in August as a senior and after graduation planned to attend college in Fairbanks, majoring in Marine Biology.

1975 was the final year of a dreadful two year recession in the U.S., the year The Boss, Bruce Springsteen, declared in no uncertain terms that he was “Born to Run”, David Bowie scored a mainstream hit with “Young Americans”, and Willie Nelson crooned about “Blue Eyes Cryin’ in the Rain”. Construction of the Trans-Alaska Pipeline started, and South Vietnam surrendered, a longed-for ending of the vicious, deadly Vietnam War, bringing the rest of our Boys home.

Even though it started out just like any other year, 1975 turned out to be quite a pivotal time in our lives. Not due to popular songs or oil pipelines; in part due to the ending of a long and brutal war that killed thousands of fathers, sons, and brothers along with my own, but mostly because of what happened later right here in the sleepy, little town of Palmer Alaska.

I was reminded for the second time in my short life how things sometimes take an unexpected turn and knock you to your knees.





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http://cybourgeois.authorsxpress.com/
            
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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Soaring High with Guest Blogger: Nicole Graysen

Photo courtesy of AmeliaEarhart.com


Welcome Nicole Graysen, author of 
erotic paranormal to the Book Boost today!

She's here to discuss overcoming your fears and conquering the challenges in life and here's what she had to say...


Thank you Kerri for having me on The Book Boost today.

Do you dream of flying?  Of soaring through the air, weightless, high above the ground? I do and my inspiration came from a third grade biography report on Amelia Earhart. I was first drawn to her because of the mystery surrounding her death.

Where did she land? How had she and her navigator, Fred Noonan, gotten off course? It reminded me of the search for Titanic or the disappearance of Flight 19 off the coast of Florida near the Bermuda Triangle. At the time, anything mysterious or with a hint of the supernatural caught my attention.  Some things haven’t change as I’ve matured.

But her life encompassed much more than the mystery of her death.  She set speed, altitude, and distance records, wrote inspirational books about her journeys and pushed against established boundaries through business organizations and the way she lived her life. Even her marriage was unusual because she claimed it was a “partnership” during a time when women usually deferred to men.

In today’s world, actors and sports athletes are spotlighted with the President. But in 1932, Amelia Earhart met President Herbert Hoover to receive the National Geographic Society’s gold medal and Congress awarded her the Distinguished Flying Cross for becoming the first woman to perform a solo flight across the Atlantic Ocean – on the five year anniversary of Charles Lindberg’s achievement. She was an exceptional woman who knew what she wanted and pursued her passion with unrelenting determination.

And I wanted to be just like her as I grew up. Except I never faced any dangerous quests and I don’t possess that go for broke spirit. I like and pretty much follow “the rules” but I can be darn stubborn when there is something I want.

There’s not much left to achieve in air flight but to go into outer space, now that is a challenge. And I’ve wanted to see the stars since I was 10 and decided I would go into space. Despite my parent’s misgivings, I started my college career in aerospace engineering. Eventually, through a lot of late night hours and very poor grades I came to agree with my parents and switched majors.

Let’s just say that math should contain numbers not squiggles, letters, and shapes – three dimensional calculus is hard, particularly if you cannot “see” the theory. And because I faced reality and needed a job, I gave up on my dreams of space.

For a long time, I avoided anything to do with space and science fiction. I cut that part out of myself and refused to acknowledge it. I let myself down, Amelia Earhart and so many other women pioneers never quit. Then I started writing. And I’m slowly allowing myself to dream those spacey dreams again. Because I may never win the lottery and pay for a ride to outer space, but I can always live it through the worlds I create.

Amelia Earhart said "It is far easier to start something than it is to finish it." That is so true for writing.  Bright and Shiny Syndrome overwhelms me as I get to tough areas of a story. But you have to push through and work at it. And while no one has given me a medal, I get just as much satisfaction when a story is published.

My first erotic paranormal horror story is now available. Betrayed by the Incubus is the first in a trilogy of shorter stories about what happens to people when their trust is betrayed. You will not find a happy ending in these stories but lots of sex and a world populated by people with wings.


A Note from the Book Boost: Thanks for joining us today, Nicole.  I was so inspired by that quote from Amelia.  It literally gave me chill bumps.  Thanks for sharing your story (and hers).  Please tell us more about your latest release.

 

Blurb:
 
**You must be 18 to read erotic paranormal horror short story.
Contains voyeurism, an incubus masquerading as a woman's husband, and M/M sex.**


In a move designed to consolidate its power, the Harmonian TriCouncil gave Miranda Nightengale to another and sent them away from Rhira. Enraged by the loss of his soul mate, Phillip Devlin Moreau left Harmonia and sacrificed his wings to absorb the soul of an immortal Incubus.

Intent on revenge against the TriCouncil, Phillip searched for a descendant of Miranda. After 700 years, his quest has come to an end. All he has to do is seduce Fiona Nightengale Richardson to create the instrument of his revenge - a child.


Excerpt (edited for length):  

His prey drove away. Their headlights illuminated the desolate cliff side as night encroached, the sun setting in crimson fire. Assured they wouldn't return, Phillip Devlin Moreau banished the illusion of a silver Miata convertible parked in the driveway.

Gazing at the unfamiliar stars overhead, he remembered a time spent patrolling the skies of Rhira as a winged member of the Harmonian race. When the rapture of flight meant more than the gratification gained from sex. Before his wings were sacrificed in pursuit of revenge. Before he became a vessel for the Incubus's dark soul.

A seagull's cry brought his thoughts back to Earth. He released his grip on the front porch as his strength returned. Crafting the house and surrounding landscape from the threads of illusion siphoned away most of his power. He'd be vulnerable until Fiona Nightengale Richardson and her husband Lance moved in and he could feed.

Phillip descended the porch steps and strolled around the side of the house to the backyard. Memories cascaded in time with the crashing waves, as Fiona resembled Miranda enough for them to have been twin sisters. Seven hundred years he searched for the descendants of Miranda Nightengale. His love, his mate.

The woman who should have been his.

He lost her to the Harmonian TriCouncil's machinations. They'd panicked at the idea of a Nightengale-Moreau union. The council had convinced her to mate with another and leave their homeworld, Rhira. He'd abandoned his place within the golden palace and forfeited the air currents in order to pursue her.

Four hundred years ago he found her descendants. He waited another three hundred before a daughter with an incomplete mating-bond and enough power to mate with him came of age.

His plan for revenge began with the birth of a child from his and Miranda's bloodlines. A son could bring down the corrupt council and free the Harmonians from the council's tyranny. A daughter could be taught to rule from the bedroom.

Phillip peered into the dark forest shadows, seeking a predator among the trees. Waist high, two amber eyes regarded him with a burning hatred.

"There you are, my dear. Come to me, Cassandra." He added a touch of power to enforce the command. All succubae carried the taint of his incubus blood even if he didn't sire them directly.

This one required careful handling. She craved her independence. A lot like him. He knew once she produced the child required of her, she would leave Rhira and his dominion. Sadness engulfed him each time a daughter of his heart departed.

She leapt across the yard. Her wings spread open to encompass their full span. She landed next to him on all four limbs. Her hair billowed out behind her, a cascade of burnt red. Her bare skin glowed in the moonlight, a pale silvery gray.


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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Life with Diabetes: Through the Eyes of Child


Please cheer for my daughter Brooke 
who joins us for this special 
Tuesday edition @theBookBoost!


Typically, I don't put images or personal information about my children online.  But in this case, I think it is so important to share the thoughts of my daughter Brooke with you.  She's 11 years old and was diagnosed with Type 1, Juvenile Diabetes at the age of 2.  She's battled this monster through many highs and lows and wants to share her thoughts with you today.


Please give her your support by commenting and even more so by coming out to bid or helping to promote the diabetes auction for a cure currently ongoing through the end of May (details at the bottom of this post).  Just think what a cure would mean to Brooke and the other thousands of children just like her.  Thanks in advance for your support.


TBB:  Welcome, Brooke.  What a joy to have you visit Mom here at the Book Boost.  Can you tell us your first memory of having diabetes?

Brooke:  I honestly don't have a "first memory" of diabetes.  I was only 2 years old when I was diagnosed and it really just seems like something that has always been there.  I have brief flashes of my Dad and my Aunt Leigh and my grandparents visiting me in the hospital but that's it.


TBB:  I'm glad you don't remember more of that hospital stay.  It was a harrowing ordeal for all of us.  You spent nearly a week in the hospital and about three days of that in the Pediatric ICU.  For a day or so, you didn't even recognize me.  I will never forget that scary time but I'm so glad you're doing well now.  That was a big challenge for me, to learn how to take care of you with all the injections and finger sticks.  What's your biggest daily challenge when it comes to living with diabetes?

Brooke:  It sometimes can be annoying or frustrating to have to take time out of sleepovers or get out of the pool or wake up at 3:00 in the morning to check my sugar or eat a snack.  Sometimes I have to stay home from school because of a high sugar and it makes me feel sick.  But I'm thankful that I don't have to worry about a bigger illness such as cancer.  When I see the kids on those St. Jude's Hospital commercials--I'm thankful.


TBB:  Wow.  That makes me both proud of you and sad at the same time.  Proud that you realize there are others in the world who suffer more.  And sad that you still have to suffer at all.  Sigh.  So, on the flip side, does having diabetes offer you any rewards?

Brooke:  Yes.  It has been an interesting experience even though it has been tough for me and my whole family.  Because for the average person out there, your really don't know that much about diabetes.  Most people think they know because they see commercials on television but those are for Type 2 diabetes which is completely different.  I consider myself lucky to be so well educated on a disease such as this and I've taken an interest in the medical side of it.  I have dreams of studying endocrinology in college.


TBB:  Well, of course, I'll be proud of whatever field you choose to study but...a doctor?  A scientist?  A diabetes educator?  Those would be very noble fields to choose.  Speaking of your future, what do you think is the future of diabetes?

Brooke:  One word.  CURE.  All I can do is pray that God will bless us and give us the power to find a cure.  If one scientist can find a cure it would change the lives of not just me but of the millions of people worldwide who suffer daily.


TBB:  I agree.  There has to be hope.  Do you play an active role in the future of diabetes right now?

Brooke:  Yes.  Myself and my family have donated money to both the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation and the Diabetes Research Institute.  I hope to work in the medical field one day.  But mostly, these days, I pray for a cure.  That's all I can really do.


TBB:  Sometimes that's enough.  Do you think diabetes has shaped you into the person you are today?

Brooke:  I definitely wouldn't know as much about this disease if I didn't have it.  I wouldn't be as considerate of the cause.  And I think, in general, it makes me more sensitive to others in every way because I know what it feels like to be different.


TBB:  How do you think your life would be different if you'd never faced this challenge?

Brooke:  I think my life might be easier in some ways but I wouldn't be as strong a person.  It doesn't bother me to have diabetes because I still consider myself mostly the same as anyone else but I have a uniqueness that makes me truly special.


TBB:  Yes, you do.  And yes you are...very special.  


Thanks for being brave and for taking the time out of your homework to answer these questions for us.  Now, get back to studying! (Mom humor.)


Okay, folks.  Now you see what we live with every day in our home.  Won't you come out and support the cause?  Spread the word about the auction.  Make a bid on an item or two.  Consider making a cash contribution to research.  Plan to donate an item next year.


Anything you can do will help--no matter how big or small--any help is appreciated.


Check out the fabulous auction here through May 31st:



Don't forget...anyone who bids, comments, or shares information about my Tuesday Diabetes features is entered to win 2 Dozen Autographed books--just for hanging out with me and helping promote such a worthy cause (details below).


Until next Tuesday, I remain...


Graciously yours,

Kerri Nelson
Diabetes Mom, Author,
and Owner of The Book Boost





Contest Time:

For those of you who stop by the Book Boost this month on any Tuesday and let me know that you've bid on an item, won an item, donated an item or otherwise supported our search for a cure, your name will be entered into a drawing for a huge collection of autographed romance novels from my personal collection. 

This lot includes autographed books from authors such as Lori Wilde, Vicki Lewis Thompson, Susan Mallery and many more!  All new, all autographed and all just for you.

Contest runs from May 1st through May 31st.  Winner announced in early June here at the blog.  You must post a comment on any Tuesday's post during the month of May to enter.  Be sure to leave your contact information so we can reach you if your name is chosen as the winner.