Monthly Archives: January 2013

Spotlight Author: Nerine Dorman

Ashton Kennedy wasn’t a nice guy. He cheated on his girlfriend, knocked up a powerful drug lord’s sister, and abused vast quantities of illegal narcotic substances. Whoever ran him over with a big shiny SUV was doing the world a favour. His very male, tattooed body is the last place Elizabeth Rae Perry–a member of an ancient Egyptian cult–expected to reincarnate in, instead of the three-year-old girl she’d been promised.

Not only must she now come to terms with her new existence in the body of a disagreeable man, and clean up the mess he made of his life, she also has to unravel the mystery of why House Adamastor’s chapter house is standing empty and find a way to protect a dangerous secret she had no idea she was supposed to keep. As if fate couldn’t deal her another blow, she has also attracted the attention of a malicious and potentially dangerous ghost. And to top it all off, she must deal with the consequences of finding love in a most unexpected place.




Tell us a little about your current release.

If you’re looking for something that’s a departure from the standard fare of vampires, werewolves and angels—fallen or otherwise—then Inkarnamight just be what the doctor ordered. Enter the shadowy world of my Inkarna, a race of supernatural beings who get to live many mortal lives by stealing bodies. In short, I tell folks that this is a tale about the conflict between members of an ancient Egyptian reincarnation cult—then I sit back and watch their expressions. In short, Inkarnathe novel tells the story about Lizzie, a Victorian-era lady who dies in the mid-1960s then gets reincarnated in the wrong body—that of a 21-year-old barman and metal head. Not only does she need to figure out what’s gone wrong with her colleagues, but she needs to sort out the mess the young man made of his life.


What was your inspiration behind this book?

Dreams, definitely. One in particular, where I dreamt that I was “borrowing” the body of a very tall man, and in the dream I was particularly conscious of the fact that this a) was not my body, b) my new body moved very differently from my old and c) people’s reactions to me as a six-foot male was very different from when I was a woman. People got out of my way!


Why did you choose this particular genre?

Can I be cute and say it chose me? To be honest, I’m not a great fan of reality. I like mutable worlds where anything can and sometimes does happen.

Tell the readers a little about you.

Hhmmm, lemme see. I’m in my mid-thirties and can be classified as a granny goth, who still listens to Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus and Dead Can Dance. I can pronounce Einstuerzende Neubauten and know that Type O Negative doesn’t just refer to a blood type. By day I’m a sub-editor and writer at a newspaper. Sometimes I get sent away to do travel stories. Most of the time I review books and interview cool people. At night I edit fiction, play guitar and drink tea. Occasionally I raise the dead and ponder the words of the philosophers. From time to time I’m known to write tales of darkness and despair, often with tragic, Heathcliff-type figures upon whom my readers and I fixate.
What inspired you to become a writer?

I got tired of having my role-playing group unravel my carefully constructed plans for their characters. That, and I can’t afford the psychologist’s bills, so I write novels instead.

What do you find is your biggest writing struggle?

Having to do stuff like wash dishes, do the laundry and cook dinner. That, and not allowing the myriad distractions of modern living suck me into the necrotic black hole that is the internet and other people.

Any tips for new writers?

Get your butt on the chair and set yourself daily writing targets. Be they 500 words or 2 000 it does’t matter. What matters is that you write. Every. Day. Then join a writers’ group or, if that’s lacking in your area, START one. Don’t be precious over your words. Read outside of your genre. Useful sites include www.critique.org and www.absolutewrite.com/forums. Stop talking about writing and actually DO it. The trick is to be consistent, and to constantly apply any useful critique that comes your way. Be a sponge and suck up learning, not a damp squib.

Any other books in the works?

Hopefully I’ll be done with the follow-up to Inkarna soon. Book two’s gone on in fits and starts because I’ve been hopelessly busy with other projects, and also because there’s That Scene I must write that’s so horrible and harrowing that I’ve put it off for a while. My readers will hate me. I’ve also been busy with edits for a YA urban fantasy novel, Camdeboo Nights, which is due out some time this year. Then I’m also working to reboot and release my Khepera series, which will keep me out of mischief for the rest of this year, I suspect. And yes, there’s other projects I must write, but I can’t think of them just yet.

How/where can readers find you?

Stalk me on Twitter @nerinedorman or follow my blog at http://nerinedorman.blogspot.com

Even better, go check out my books on Goodreads: Goodreads

Or find me on Amazon: Amazon

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Spotlight Author: Sonya Clark

There’s high water everywhere and she’s about to drown on dry land.

Roxie Mathis lost her home and her livelihood to a devastating flood. She’s lucky to be staying with her vampire ancestor Daniel but she wants to put the pieces of her life back together. Trouble is, Roxie’s lost her mojo. The trauma of almost drowning and losing her home left a deep mark on her.
Blake Harvill left a mark on her too and she’s been missing him in the four months since he left town. Now he’s back with plans to stay. Roxie wants him like she’s never wanted anyone else but can she trust the sexy sorcerer with her guarded heart?
Hired to evict ghosts from the bed and breakfast called Maple Hill, her confidence takes another hit when she encounters a violent spirit she’s crossed paths with in the past. When the spirit traps innocent people in the house Roxie’s going to have to tap reservoirs of magic she’s never touched before. Like physics, everything in magic has an equal and opposite reaction, and Roxie can only hope her desperate spellwork won’t kill her–or conjure up something even more dangerous.
A Lyrical Press Urban Fantasy
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Hi Sonya, tell us a little about your current release.

RED HOUSE is the second book in the Mojo series, after MOJO QUEEN. Paranormal investigator and hoodoo practitioner Roxie Mathis has lost her home in a flood and is struggling to put her life back together. She’s hired by the owner of a bed and breakfast called Maple Hill to rid the place of a malevolent spirit that took up residence after the flood. Roxie couldn’t save her own home so she’s determined to save Maple Hill. She’s also dealing with some chaos in her love life thanks to her ill-advised attraction to a certain sorcerer she met in the first book of the series.

What was your inspiration behind this book?

West and Middle Tennessee were devastated by a massive flood in the spring of 2010. Nashville was hit especially hard. Since I’d set MOJO QUEEN in Nashville and didn’t want to ignore what happened, I decided to try exploring how it would change the lives of my characters. I was also curious about how that much chaotic natural energy being unleashed on the land would affect residents of the spirit plane, since Roxie deals with ghosts and spirits in her work so much.

Tell the readers a little about you.

There’s really not much to tell. I live in Tennessee with my family, and I love to write about magic and music.

What inspired you to become a writer?

Nothing “inspired” me to become a writer. I was born a storyteller, so it’s just part of who I am.

What do you find is your biggest writing struggle?

My biggest struggle is finding the time to write as much as I want. I have a lot of stories I want to tell and only so many hours in the day.

Any tips for new writers?

I think Stephen King had the best advice: read a lot and write a lot. There’s really no substitute for just sitting down and practicing your craft.

Any other books in the works?

I’ve got a futuristic paranormal romance due from Carina Press later this year and right now I’m writing the third Mojo book, tentatively titled HOODOO WOMAN.

How/where can readers find you?

I maintain a blog/website at www.sonyaclark.net. There, readers can find out more about the Mojo series, including some free shorts. I’ve also got some other flash fiction length stories posted. And of course links to various social networks where I can be found.


Excerpt:
I didn’t have to wonder long if he’d use the shotgun. The blast echoed in the hallway, followed by him pounding on the door.
“Okay, okay.” With my boot I cleared the salt out of the way as I quickly rolled down my sleeve, wrapping the door knob in cloth to protect my hand from burning as I twisted it.
Daniel burst in the room and I slammed the door behind him. “Are you hurt?” A letter opener stuck out of his left shoulder at an odd angle. Blood on his face was the only evidence of cuts that had already healed. More blood stained his shirt.
“One of them chased me, the same one that ran me out yesterday. What did you see?”
He shook his head as if he didn’t want to tell me. “I don’t think everything here wants to be here.”
That tracked with the emotions I was picking up. There was as much fear as anger in the house. “Yeah, that’s what I’m getting. I can feel it. How can you tell?”
He yanked out the letter opener, letting it fall to the floor with a clang. “Ever seen one ghost hurt another ghost?”
Sickening dread leached through my veins. “No, but I’ve heard stories about ones that can.” Sweat slicked my skin as my nerves jangled. We had to get out, fast.
The spirits pressing through the wallpaper became more agitated, shaking pictures off the walls and tearing the paper. Their moans filled the room with a terrible racket. A chill shook me as the temperature dropped. Everything not nailed down began to move, rattling like a violent earthquake. Suddenly the spirits disappeared, leaving a taste of fear in their wake.
The door boomed open, a ghost I recognized filling the frame, one bad enough to make me wish for the soldier. He wore hand-sewn clothes from another time, washed out in that gray murky way of incorporeal beings. Except for the splashes of scarlet on his shirt and coat, his sallow face. The bloodstains shone like liquid rubies and leached out of his form to blend with the haze that covered the entire house. Malevolent energy flowed from him in a noxious wave.
The ghost’s form took on a more solid appearance, his familiar flat black eyes freight-training terror through my blood. My heart slammed out of control as I began to hyperventilate. I may have whispered no, or maybe it was a prayer that passed my lips. The ghost stretched his thin lips into a smile and I screamed.
Daniel erupted in flames.

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About the Author:

Sonya Clark grew up an Army brat, living all across the United States as well as Japan and Germany by the time she graduated high school. Books were one of the few constants in her life. Always an eclectic reader, she has a special love for the paranormal and is a lifelong fangirl of all things that go bump in the night. She lives in Tennessee with her family.
Visit Sonya Clark at http://www.sonyaclark.net/