Author Interview Killers, Traitors & Runaways

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How long have you been writing? 

 

I started writing Outcasts of the Worlds back in 2013, but I’d been doing other bits for much, much longer. I really started making a point of it back in high school, writing and rewriting my stories in an effort to make them—and myself—better.

 

I like to say I’m largely self-taught in that regard, though I did make a point over the years of taking creative writing classes when I could, as I liked to challenge myself, and they got me out of the little niches I’d otherwise be prone to settle myself into.

 

Is this book part of a series? 

 

The full title is technically Killers, Traitors, & Runaways – Outcasts of the Worlds, Book II. When I named the first book, I didn’t really have a series name in mind. I still don’t, but if need-be, I shorten it just to the Outcasts series or saga. Take your pick!

 

What did you find the most challenging about writing your book? 

 

I had a bit of trouble about a third of the way through with getting the characters to a particular destination, and some of the events revolving around it. I ended up discarding a fair bit of work and scrapping events entirely that, while I liked to some degrees, I couldn’t get to work on paper and concluded were just slowing the story down.

 

There’s also a fair bit of stuff revolving around various wars going on in one world where a chunk of the book is set. Even though the characters aren’t ever active participants, they still get caught up in a lot of things. I tend to think very visually, but trying to translate that to text can be a pain in the ass, as I don’t want to overdescribe things, but don’t want to under do it either.

 

Describing things in general can be rough, actually. Sometimes I want to think of things that are much more alien than anything we have on Earth, but without that visual component, I have to be much more careful about how I go about things.

 

Which aspect of writing do you enjoy the most? 

 

Dialogue, easily. Finding character voices and getting lines down in said voices is often times the most satisfying thing. I worry the most when I’m writing that the narration is going to long and I need to get back to folks hurling words in each other’s relative direction.

 

Do you have any works in progress?

 

Into Darker Hearts, the third book of this series-type-thing. It’s already pretty well underway, though never as underway as I’d like.

About the Book

Title: Killers, Traitors & Runaways (Outcasts of the World II)

Author: Lucas Aubrey Paynter

Genre: Cosmic Fantasy

As reality nears its final days, worlds fall to ruin. A benevolent god is shackled, and when freed, will create a new one … allowing only the pure of heart. A company of seven have united on a bloody quest to stop him, but have little hope of emerging victorious.

The outcasts are adrift—they have a mission but no means to fulfill it. Airia Rousow, the fallen goddess who set them on their path, is gone. Guardian Poe, her intended successor, believes deification will absolve him of his sins and his remorse alike. And Zella Renivar, daughter of the Living God, is still hunted by her father’s agents, drawing danger on them all.

Trapped in this storm, Flynn is able to find and open the ways between worlds, but cannot discern which path is the right one. Since losing the trust of his closest friend, the temptation to fall back on his former, deceitful ways grows with every crisis he faces.

These are heroes not of virtue, but of circumstance—and it will fall on Flynn to keep them all together.

 

 

Author Bio

Lucas Aubrey Paynter hails from the mythical land of Burbank, California, where there are most likely no other writers at all.

Back in 2014, he published Outcasts of the Worlds, and he’s now releasing its follow-up, Killers, Traitors, & Runaways.

A fan of gray-area storytelling and often a devil’s advocate, Lucas enjoys consuming stories from a variety of mediums, believing there’s no limit to what form a good narrative can take.

 

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Author Interview with H.L. Anderson

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How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing consistently for about ten years.

Is this book part of a series?

No. This book is a stand-alone.

What did you find most challenging about writing your book?

I’d never written in the romance genre before and I haven’t read many books in the genre either. I had to borrow some romance novels from my sisters to “research” before starting on SAVED. It was hard to know how dark to go for the violent parts of this book—because, I’ve found out through writing, I can go really dark. I had to tone it down a little from the original draft.

Which aspect of writing do you enjoy the most?

I love it when my characters develop their own personalities. When a character suddenly throws something unexpected at me and I have to adapt the story around that. They really do take on lives of their own, and I find that exhilarating.

Do you have any works in progress?

I’m currently working on a YA superhero/dystopian called Myrikal. I’m about 3/4th of the way finished with it. I’ll be writing another romantic thriller after Myrikal.

 

About the Book

Title: Saved

Author: H.L. Anderson

Genre: Romantic Thriller

Theresa Kent is a wife, mom, and hardworking nurse living in rural Colorado. Life is good until her increasingly despondent, unemployed husband suddenly snaps—his vicious attack leaves Theresa fighting for her life as she tries to escape the insane version of the man she loves.

Ryan Tucker appears to have it all, except he’s been merely existing, not living, for the the last three years. His emotions get a much needed jump start when he rescues Theresa from the torment her life has become in just a matter of days. Ryan feels an instant and fierce desire to protect this stranger that fell into his life.

Hanging over their heads is the knowledge that Theresa’s husband is still out there, hunting for her.

Can two broken souls be repaired, or will the demons of the past and present come between the repressed love that grows between them?

 

 

Author Bio

Holli Anderson has a Bachelor’s Degree in Nursing—which has nothing to do with writing, except maybe by adding some pretty descriptive injury and vomit scenes to her books. She discovered her joy of writing during a very trying period in her life when escaping into make-believe saved her. She enjoys reading any book she gets her hands on, but has a particular love for anything fantasy.

Along with her husband, Steve, and their four sons, she lives in Grantsville, Utah—the same small town in which she grew up.

 

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Release Blitz Framed

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About the Book

Title: Framed – A Black Swann Investigation

Author: Wayne Kerr

Genre: Mystery / Thriller

Toronto’s newest homicide detective, Reggie Swann, seemed to have it all: great career, handsome husband and plans to start a family, until she was framed for murder…

A cop has very few friends in prison. After surviving ten brutal years behind bars, Reggie’s conviction is finally overturned thanks to her tenacious mother, a new forensic test and a very clever lawyer. She quickly discovers that getting her old life back won’t be as easy as she hoped. To many, she was still as the media had dubbed her: ‘Black Swann – murderer and cop-gone-bad’. The Toronto Police Department still considers her to be a suspect, Reggie’s husband has remarried and the real killer is still on the loose.

Before Reggie can return to Toronto and solve the crime that ruined her life, she reluctantly agrees to investigate a murder in her home town of Penticton, only to discover the two cases which are separated by ten years and five provinces might somehow be connected. Will anyone believe the wild theories of the disgraced detective?

The real murderer does. He framed her once, this time Reggie Swann must die!

Author Bio

Canadian author, Wayne Kerr, was born and raised in the small town of Biggar, Saskatchewan (New York is big, but this is Biggar). He married his high school sweetheart, Marlene, thirty-nine years ago and has lived happily ever since. They resided in the United States for the past twenty years, but recently returned to Canada and now call the beautiful Okanagan region of British Columbia home. The writer honed his story-telling skills while keeping his five younger siblings and later his daughter entertained during long cold winters. When not reading or writing thrillers, Wayne is probably hiking, biking or playing tennis.

For more information on the author and his books please visit: waynekerrnovels.com or follow him on twitter: @waynekerrnovels

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Book Review The Matriarch Matrix

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Title: The Matriarch Matrix

Author: Maxime Trencavel

Genre: Science Fiction, Adventure

The Matriarch Matrix – A speculative fiction novel of origins, faith, passion, and the pursuit of peace.

It was always his destiny to save her. It was always her destiny to die. The fate of the world hangs on their choices… 

The past foretells her future…

What does it take to change a loving child of peace into an assassin for a dangerous and powerful oligarch? Zara Khatum knows. Once a fighter for her Kurdish people, the memory of the atrocities inflicted by her captors has Zara seeking one thing: vengeance. But the voices of the ancients call to Zara. In the past, in another life, she knew the secrets of the artifact…

Twelve thousand years ago…

She is Nanshe, revered matriarch of the family she led away from the monsters of the north. In the land that would one day mark the treacherous border between Turkey and Syria, she created the temples at Gobleki Tepe and founded a dynasty, heirs to a powerful object. For millennia, Nanshe’s descendants have passed down the legend of the artifact: “The object can save. But only a man and woman together can guide the salvation of others.”

Heirs to destiny…

By fate or destiny, Zara is thrown in with Peter Gollinger, a quirky Californian from the other side of the world and the other side of everything she believes. But he, too, is heeding the voices of his ancestors. Joined by Jean-Paul, a former Jesuit priest, these three people—from wildly different religions and cultures—must find a way to work together to solve a twelve thousand-year-old mystery of the powerful object that spawned a faith. The world teeters on the precipice of war. The outcome depends on them. And one of them is living a lie.

The Matriarch Matrix is a rich and deeply layered epic story – a spiritual odyssey with a heartbeat of an action adventure. It may make you think, ponder, reflect upon where we came from and where we are going. It blends our past with a speculative future of things that are not so far-fetched. It blends the drama, the comedy, the romance, the tragedy of three protagonists with different cultures, traditions, and beliefs – a Sufi woman, a Jesuit priest, and an alien origin believing atheist. Their journeys separately and together will be a test of their respective faiths and their inner search for personal and family redemption.

 

Review: Zara Khatum once fought for peace, but now only longs for vengeance. In another life, an ancient life, she knew of an artifact that held tremendous secrets. If she can reclaim this artifact with the help of Peter Gollinger and Jean-Paul, a former Jesuit priest, she might figure out a way to solve the ancient mystery. Zara is a mysterious, strange, yet recognizable person with fears and emotions that seem very real.

Promo Post Noble Magic

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About the Book

Title: Noble Magic: The Chronicles of Eledon Book Four

Author: Joni Parker

Genre: Fantasy

Lady Alexin (Alex) battles a band of mortal wizards known as the Octagon, discovers the mysteries of the five legendary diamond eggs, and finally comes into her true powers gifted to her by her conquests and the gifts of her Titan ancestors. Tasked with the seemingly impossible, Alex must find a way to restore the entry points to Seaward Isle or see its inhabitants face certain destruction as the grid holding Eledon together threatens to fall apart.

 

Author Bio

Joni currently lives in Tucson, Arizona, but she was born in Chicago, lived in Japan, graduated high school in Phoenix, and got married in New Jersey. Not only was she married to a career Navy sailor, but she also completed 22 years of active duty service herself. She holds a bachelor’s degree in accounting, an MBA, and a Master of Military Arts and Sciences (MMAS) from the U.S. Army Command and General Staff College.  After her husband passed away, she returned to the work in the Department of Homeland Security until she discovered her love of writing. She retired again and has written two series, “The Seaward Isle Saga,” a three-book series, and “The Chronicles of Eledon” with “Spell Breaker,” “The Blue Witch,” “Gossamer,” and “Noble Magic.”

 

 

 

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Book Review Seven Sundays to Sweet Inner Serenity

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Title: Seven Sundays to Sweet Inner Serenity

Author: LeNae Goolsby

Genre: Nonfiction (Body, Mind & Spirit)

Rating: 4 stars

Seven Sundays to Sweet Inner Serenity provides an experiential journey where mental and emotional vibrations rise and conscious awareness expands. Personal power is reclaimed and peace restored with each chapter and each sweet serenity tip.

I’ve been very stressed out lately balancing work and personal life, and that’s why I wanted to read “Seven Sundays to Sweet Inner Serenity.” It was a quick read, and very entertaining, it provided me with a deeper inside into why I’m stressed, and some helpful trips I can use to reclaim my personal power, and to find my inner peace.

Book Excerpt Wrong Side of the Rift

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Book Excerpt

Grape’s brother, Brad, was forced through a rift into a parallel universe where magic is the norm. Grape is still connected to him through dreams. Here, she encounters Brad in dream-form for the first time.

 

“Uuuuugh,” Brad moaned as he opened his eyes. The darkness had been a better, more forgiving place. Waking up only returned him to his new reality. The cave came into focus: the burnt ashes of last night’s fire, his own dirty backpack crammed with the objects of a former life, the dead man sitting patiently by the mouth of the cave—his mud-caked robe creased stiffly around his body, and the couple huddled in the shadows. Their whimpers grew louder as Brad sat up.

“Tomorrow, you will wake up earlier,” the dead man said in his dry voice.

Brad ignored the rotting corpse and turned his attention to the cowering couple. “It’s okay.” He raised his empty hands palm up to show that he bore them no ill will.

The woman buried her head in the man’s chest. They sat shaking into one another, two skeletons covered in loose skin and scars.

“Don’t bother with them. They probably don’t understand a word you’re saying.”

Brad reached for his glasses, forgetting that he no longer wore them. That was the first thing the dead man had done, poured a potion in his eyes and bound them for two days. Poor eyesight was a weakness they could ill afford, the dead man had told him. Blinded, they’d moved him to this cave, well away from the rift that could lead him home. Orzael, the cat man, had hunted as the dead man cared for Brad. But the dead man wasn’t the only one who stayed with him. Brad could feel someone in his mind, exploring his thoughts. Brad called him the Other. Occasionally, Brad had been able to pick up on a few thoughts of the Other as well.

“They’re frightened. And hurt,” Brad said, moving slowly toward the couple. “Those are new cuts on her arm.”

“Yes. Search your mind. You’ll remember them.”

Brad didn’t want to search his mind, didn’t want to remember what he’d done under the Other’s influence, but the images came back unbidden. His hands flicking by his sides, chanting in a language he didn’t understand, the slashes appearing across the woman’s arms. Red, bloody gashes cutting into the brown skin.

“You know the incantation now,” the dead man said. It was not a question.

Of course Brad knew. He knew every one they’d taught him. Even when it was the Other who took over his body and performed the spells, Brad knew them. He was always there with the Other, and not there. Alive, but not in control, and completely unable to forget what the Other had made him do.

“Here,” Brad said, handing a canteen of water to the man huddled in the darkness. He could just make out wild eyes staring at him. The man wore torn rags, revealing skin-sheathed bones beneath. How long had it been since these two had had enough to eat? Years, it looked like. The man’s skin was the color of milk chocolate, the parts that weren’t caked in dirt. Brad watched as the man scooted farther back, trying to press his body into the rock wall behind him. His grip on the woman grew tighter and she whimpered under his embrace.

“I gave them water this morning and some boiled roots to eat.”

Brad left the canteen at their feet and joined the dead man at the mouth of the cave. He stood, looking out at the hilly terrain. Rocks and dirt and clumps of yellowing grass were all he’d seen of this new land since his vision had returned. “Is Orzael out hunting?”

The dead man nodded, his head bowing to his chest and back, loose on his neck. “Your lessons will begin after breakfast.”

“No,” Brad said. “No more. Please.” His first few days’ lessons had been simple, learning to harness the magic within him. He’d been taught to turn plants different colors, to manipulate the light and shade to make a boulder appear to be a doll’s house. Brad had been excited in those days, if lonely. The Other had touched his memories, learned his mind, but hadn’t interfered. Then, one night, Orzael had returned with the couple. They’d already been through something terrible. The scars on their bodies and the way they shook and slumped as they moved told him that. And their eyes, awake and distant, as if they’d had lots of practice pretending they weren’t there at all. Brad had supposed that Orzael had found them foraging in some nearby woods, that he had brought them here for the dead man to help them. He had been very, very wrong.

“A gift from your grandfather,” the dead man had told him. It was the first time Brad had heard the Other named, though he’d already gleaned the information from the Other’s mind. My grandfather, Ravanuri.

“Who are they?”

“Who they are is none of your concern. They are for you to practice upon.”

“Practice healing?” Brad had asked, taking in their sunken cheeks and wild eyes. A blistering burn covered the woman’s cheek. Could he rid her of the pain or maybe even make the burn disappear completely? His mind reeled with possibilities, and he felt the Other’s presence. He reached out with his mind and inspected the Other’s thoughts. He found a spell that could at least rid a cut of infection; perhaps he could use it on her to see if the burn would heal more quickly.

“No,” the dead man had said, his milky-white eyes boring into Brad. “You are not a Healer, boy. Your task is far more important.”

“Than what? She needs our help.”

The dead man had taught him a spell, urged Brad to repeat it, but Brad had refused unless the dead man told him what the spell would do. The dead man struck him, even had Orzael slap him with his meaty paw, but Brad had resisted. Then the Other had taken over. White heat engulfed Brad’s body like flames. He felt his own mind receding, becoming a spectator as his arms flailed, his voice calling out the words the dead man had taught him. There was pain. And helplessness. And fear. Brad fought, but the Other was too strong. He watched, paralyzed, as the Other, his grandfather, a man named Ravanuri, used Brad’s body to perform the spell. The couple, crying in the middle of the cave, flew backward as if thrown by a strong wind. Brad could still hear the sick thud of their bodies hitting the hard rock wall.

He shook the memory from his mind. What was done was done. Now, he had to figure out a way to keep the couple from getting hurt anymore.

“I won’t do it,” he said.

The dead man turned his attention away from the landscape and focused solely on Brad. His milky-white eyes had taken some time to get used to, but Brad wasn’t sure if he would ever grow accustomed to the blue veins that snaked the man’s pale skin or the thin, bone-white lips that stretched in a straight line across his face. But worst of all were the dead man’s rotting teeth, small and brown. A cloud of sour odor surrounded him and grew worse when he spoke. “You don’t have a choice.”

 

About the Book

Title: Wrong Side of the Rift

Author: Libby Heil

Genre: YA Fantasy

Grape can’t unlearn what living in Sortilege Falls has taught her. Magic is real. Vampires live among us. And there’s a portal in her back yard that leads to another world.

A few weeks ago, Grape lived a quiet life with her family in Watts Landing. Now, she’s stuck in Sortilege Falls, searching for a way to rescue her brother from the other side of the rift. She’s connected to Brad through dreams and what she sees terrifies her. Brad is being tortured into performing magic and, even worse, he’s being forced to torture others.

Grape hounds the magic folk in town, seeking a way through the rift. Her mother’s memory’s been stolen. Her new vampire friend refuses to help. Grape must do it all alone. What she uncovers is a whole host of secrets about the town and her own family. And she’s not the only one hunting for answers.

Time is running out for Brad, but it might be running out for Grape as well.

Buy your copy of Wrong Side of the Rift from Amazon.

 

Author Bio

I was born during a blizzard. I’m told it was pretty cool but I have no memory of that time. I grew up in two tiny towns in Virginia and spent most of my twenties moving around the US. I’ve lived in Virginia, Florida, Missouri, and Washington. I’ve settled down, for now, in Raleigh, North Carolina.

I’m a writer and improviser. I studied acting in college but spent more time rewriting lines than memorizing them. My first play, Fourth Wall, was produced my junior year. Since then, I’ve written several full length plays, one acts and screenplays. I started writing fiction in my late twenties. Now, I focus mainly on novels but still dabble in theater.

Fun facts about me: There are none. I’m sorry to disappoint you so soon. But, I do love to read, write, and run. My hubby is my favorite person on earth. Dogs are my second favorite. All dogs. I love orange juice, especially when it’s mixed with club soda. Carbonation is better than alcohol. Jaws is my favorite movie. Everything I’ve said so far is true.

 

Awards:

Puschcart Prize Nomination for “Grow Your Own Dad” – Published by Mixer Publishing

Semi-finalist Eugene O’Neill Playwrights Conference – “STUFF”

Honorable Mention The Ohio State Newark New Play Contest – “The Last Day”

 

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