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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 08/27/16 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 08/28/16. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts.
I've been sharing from The Tree of Life, but I am excited to announce that they have finally released the cover to the Tell-Tale Publishing Horror Anthology for 2016 and I have a horror story in it, which incorporates the legend of King Solomon and the Jinn. The title is The Opal Ring, and it is set in Egypt (act shocked). Since this anthology is supposed to be available for preorder next month, I thought I would begin sharing some snippets. It will be on sale begining in October, launched during Tell-Tale Publishing's annual online horror party. [They will again have a short horror story contest, so tell all your peeps who like to write short stories in that genre to get ready to enter! Last year's winner The Keeper's Secret, won the cover and is also featured in the anthology. ]
After finding her mother’s Book of Shadows hidden in a secret compartment of the costume trunk, Jasmine learned to enhance her father’s magic with her own, just as her mother had done. Her father was a fine magician, but with the aid of true magic, he performed feats that slight-of-hand entertainers could only mimic. She thought her power strong enough, but clearly she was wrong. To secure Vegas and escape her uncle, she must take no more chances.
“What has you so distracted, little mouse?”
Jasmine froze. She refused to look up past the gleaming brown alligator loafers blocking her way in the narrow service hallway. What was her uncle doing here? She took this hall to avoid him. Why hadn’t she smelled that cloying musk he always wore? She stood in the shower for an hour to rid herself of its memory whenever he touched her.
I hope you enjoyed the snippet I uploaded for Elizabeth this week. We were so busy last week (did you even know they had a national dog day??!!) we weren't able to share anything, and I was so disappointed. I have been a very good boy this week and helped Elizabeth a lot so that we could get this snippet shared! Be sure to visit the other fine Weekend Writing Warriors and #SnippetSunday authors for more great reads!
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 08/13/16 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 08/14/16. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts
I've been sharing from my current WIP The Tree of Life and as a reward I have a you're seeing it here first reward! What do you think of my first view of the cover?! Are Kirin and Rio metaphysical god-like material? I hope so! Rio's A Hero With A Thousand Faces and then some! In the meantime...enjoy Kirin's POV of mommy dearest's impression of her soon to be love interest...poor Rio didn't make a very good first impression.
“What he said is not the issue. Sekhmet was going to hunt them down eons ago. They’d already be where they belong in the underworld like the rest of the experimental abominations the ancients created, but no, you said to let them go because they were successes not mistakes. Metaphysical god-like hybrids, worthy of life, you called them.”
Osiris reached toward her and Isis threw her hands up and turned away from his attempt to offer an apology. She swept across the room, pacing past pillar after pillar. Her temper escalated if the small statue that flew off the stand she walked by was any indication.
Kirin let her breath out and set her plate on the table, all thought of familiar sweets forgotten. Never, in all her life, had she ever imagined that another being would have the bravery, let alone the power to stand against her mother single-handedly. Even her brothers sought the conspiratorial aid of siblings against her legendary wrath whenever possible.
I hope you enjoyed this week's snippet that I posted for Elizabeth. That sure is one pretty cover. I wonder what that big kitty is doing in my back yard? It sure does look like Sedona... Be sure to visit all the other wonderful Weekend Writing Warriors and #Snippet Sunday authors!--Hudson, off to ask Elizabeth if that is Sedona and if that big kitty is our neighbor!
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 08/06/16 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 08/07/16. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts.
I've been sharing from my current WIP, The Tree of Life. Isis is telling her husband, Osiris, about the jaguar shapeshifter, Rio, she saw in the Jungles of Brazil, someone who as she explained to Osiris..."I commanded him to stay."
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring him back with you then.”
“What? Why did we have to give chase?” Luc demanded.
“How did he get away?” Andrew asked through a mouth full of bread, stepping to his mother's side.
“How could he leave if you commanded him?” Kirin asked simultaneously, amidst the chaos of confusion Isis’ statement had created.
“I believe his exact words were, you don’t own me, witch,” Isis said, her voice rising as the thought of it brought color to her cheeks and irritation back to her attitude.
“What in Hades did that little upstart pussy say?” roared Osiris, fists clenched, the smile lines around his mouth now pushed down by the downward force of heavy creases between his eyebrows.
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The first thing I ever wrote as an aspiring adult writer was an historical vampire romance, set at the court of Peter the Great. I wrote it decades ago. I researched it, and wrote the entire thing first on a typewriter and then on my first computer, that actually crashed because the hard drive couldn't take the amount of "data" I had input during a 16-hour writing session. Oh, times and technology they sure have changed.
I was speaking to a young sales girl the other day in a store and she didn't know what a dot matrix printer was and didn't understand how there ever could have been a single computer so large when I first studied computer science that it took up a whole room that had to be air conditioned year round in Michigan to keep it cooled off. And they wonder why updating our websites drive us old "geezers" who know nothing about computer technology crazy? Perhaps young people forget that we've learned a whole lot "more" technology in our lifetimes than has yet to be invented in theirs....
Blood and Magic
Dream Shadow Press
Release Date: 7/18/16
Genre: Historical paranormal romance with a steampunk edge
Coven Enforcers = Dark, Dangerous, Magical Men
Coven Witches bow to no one—least of all Enforcers.
Sparks ignite. Tempers run high. Passion explodes. Hot. Sweet. Impossible to ignore....
Magic didn’t just find Luke Caulfield. It chased him down, bludgeoned him, and has been dogging him ever since. Some lessons are harder than others, but Luke embraces danger, upping the ante to give it one better. An enforcer for the Coven, a large, established group of witches, his latest assignment is playing bodyguard to the daughter of Coven leaders.
Abigail Ruskin is chaperoning a spoiled twelve-year-old from New York to her parents’ home in Utah Territory when Luke gets on their stagecoach in Colorado. A powerful witch herself, Abigail senses Luke’s magic, but has no idea what he’s doing on her stagecoach. Stuck between the petulant child and Luke’s raw sexual energy, Abigail can’t wait for the trip to end.
Unpleasant truths surface about the child. While Abigail’s struggling with those, wraiths, wolves, and dark mages launch an attack. Luke’s so attracted to Abigail, she’s almost all he can think about, but he’s leery too. The child is just plain evil. Is Abigail in league with her? It might explain the odd attack that took out their driver and one of their horses. In over his head, he summons enforcer backup.
Will they help him save the woman he’s falling in love with, or demand her immediate execution?
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Excerpt from Blood and Magic:
…Cursing her long skirts and cumbersome petticoats, Abigail used magic to skip the coach steps. Power blazed from her hands before she could see what she was aiming at. She was afraid if she took even a few seconds to hunt for a target, something would get her. Being dead wasn’t desirable, but it was better than the other things wraiths could do to her. Those turned her blood to ice chips.
With her booted feet planted firmly on the ground, Abigail finally got a good look at the wraiths. She drew magic from deep in the earth and sent it chasing after them when they jumped sideways to evade her magic. Insubstantial as tall, thin puffs of smoke, they had glowing charcoal eyes. Long, blood red claws graced what passed for hands. Binding their victims with fiery strands was a favorite trick—just before they sucked your soul right out of you, leaving a handy vessel for one of their masters to occupy. Wraiths used to feed only on the living, making them into new wraiths. They’d been bad enough then, but now they functioned as hired thugs for practitioners of the Black Arts. It lent them the ability to operate in broad daylight. Abigail wondered which group of sorcerers this crew worked for. The Alchemical Council? Black Magick?
Good God but there were a lot of them. Why? Surely they weren’t interested in the contents of the coach, which only carried mail and Carolyn’s substantial luggage. Ducking and spinning to escape being entwined in a blazing net, she thought about the girl’s steamer trunks. Abigail only helped pack two of them. The third had been locked and ready to go. Could that possibly be what the wraiths were after?
She shut off her thoughts so she could focus. The ragged sound of her own panting thrummed loud in her ears as she chucked one killing blow after another. Bolts of blue-white light flared from both hands. No point in running anything less than wide open. For each wraith she obliterated, three more showed up to take its place. Her chest ached from breathing sooty air and wraith stench.
Heat seared her back. Damnation! Her skirts were on fire. Abigail funneled magic behind her to quell the flames, but it didn’t work. Smoke stung her nostrils. Fire had already eaten a long gouge in one of her hands. If she dropped to the ground to deal with her burning clothes, the wraiths would pounce. Terror licked at her along with the flames.
In spite of her brave thoughts earlier, she didn’t want to die. Not here. And not like this. She cursed her corset. It was hard to get a decent breath. If she’d known she was going to have to fight--
“Keep after ’em,” Luke growled from behind her. “I have your dress under control.” She felt him drape something heavy around her shoulders—a lap robe he must’ve snatched from inside the coach—and press it close against her with his body. Gratitude wrapped warm tentacles around her. Having him right next to her made her already pounding heart do flip-flops, but she forced herself to focus on something other than all those rock-hard muscles jammed against her back.
“Are they all on this side of the coach?” she wheezed, still struggling to breathe. Between the smoke, her stays, and Luke’s body so near, it was a losing battle.
“Pretty much. Guess they want you more than me. Actually, they’ve been trying to get to the trunks up top.”
A discordant warning note sounded in the back of her mind. What the hell was in the girl’s luggage that would draw wraiths? Her back wasn’t hot anymore, so she assumed the fire was out.
That fire, maybe. The one inside me is just getting going…
She squirmed from more than the smoke and struggled not to turn around and press the front of herself against Luke. They had bigger problems than his undeniable charisma. Luke didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move away, though. He remained front to back with her, and she absorbed power flowing from him. Damn, but he was strong. What she wouldn’t give for that kind of magic.
It would help if I could breathe…
With difficulty, Abigail forced her mind away from Luke’s charms. “The driver?” She hadn’t been round to the front of the wagon to check.
“Ever driven one of these things?”
“Concentrate on killing, woman. If we can’t get shut of the wraiths, ’twon’t matter a diddly damn.”
About the Author:
Ann Gimpel is a national bestselling author. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to paranormal romance. Once upon a time, she nurtured clients, now she nurtures dark, gritty fantasy stories that push hard against reality. When she’s not writing, she’s in the backcountry getting down and dirty with her camera. She’s published over 30 books to date, with several more planned for 2016 and beyond. A husband, grown children, grandchildren and wolf hybrids round out her family.
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Luke Caulfield is the Vin Diesel of Coven Enforcers in Ann Gimpel’s BLOOD AND MAGIC, and it’s a good thing he’s more than just a hunky passenger on a coach headed toward Utah. Throw in Harry Potter’s good magic all grown up inside Abigail Ruskin against Voldemort’s evil trapped inside a little girl on that same rickety steampunk-style stagecoach and the scene is set for some fast-paced mayhem and madness when good versus evil from beginning to end complete with wraiths, more coven enforcers, good witches and bad witches and things that go bump over more than the road in this magical battle through the 1800s, using realistic magic and some steamy romance to go along with that Gothic flare Gimpel has thrown in for eclectic pleasure.
Surprisingly fast moving and complex with both witty dialogue and realistic motivations and actions, the secondary characters do more than support the main players. They lay down the foundation for the forthcoming series with if this first book is any indication will be highly anticipated! Nicely done! See if you can get Vin Diesel to do this one!
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Elizabeth Alsobrooks's books on Goodreads
Illuminati - The Book of Life
ratings: 12 (avg rating 4.33)
Illuminati: The Book of Life
ratings: 5 (avg rating 4.80)
The Keeper's Secret: Tell-Tale Publishing's Annual Horror Anthology
ratings: 2 (avg rating 5.00)
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