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1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

A Phantom Love Story

When 16 year old Dash goes to summer camp, he sees a beautiful ghostly girl in a mural. One night, she pulls him into the mural, where they bond and fall in love. He finds out that she’s bound in servitude by a demon, who marries her off to an even stronger demon.

Can Dash rescue the girl before she is married off? Or will she suffer in death, as she had in life?

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

I would say Dash is, because he’s the teenage boy that becomes a man.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

I wouldn’t. :P

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

The novel was inspired by a classical Chinese short story.

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

People can add me on facebook at Jason W. Chan or email: j_w_chan66@hotmail.com

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

Tons of love stories. :P

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

He realized he wouldn’t be able to sleep. 
    So Dash wandered around the campground aimlessly, passing the giant pine trees, the lake splashed with moonlight, and the vast football field.
    There he was. A lone figure meandering around in the dark immensity.
    He stopped and looked around him. He was aware of how alone in the field he was. Not a single living thing in sight.
    The boy began to shake, then cry. He sobbed until he could not anymore.  
    A slow low note rang in the air. Dash looked up. It was so faint that he thought he had hallucinated it, but, no, wait, there it was again.
    A guitar. The tune was melancholic yet attractive. It sounded like someone grieving. And it made him want to join in. 
    He wiped away his tears and moved toward the source, arriving at the entrance of the camp. The music stopped.
    He looked around. Where did the music come from?
    He looked up.
    Painted in bright blue letters, a wooden sign proudly proclaimed Camp Blue Mountain.
    Next to the sign was the mural that he saw earlier that day. Mist was very strong in this part of the camp, swirling around the mural.
    The moonlight illuminated the centerpiece, a girl in the mural, the most gorgeous girl Dash had ever seen.
    Sitting on the branch of an enormous oak tree, she was holding a ratty-looking guitar and she looked like she was about to play it.  
    Her hair, tied in a ponytail, was a chestnut brown, bordering on black, and was streaked with subtle hints of light brown.
    Her copper brown eyes stared right at Dash, giving off a tinge of sadness, disappointment.
    In the background was a river.
    Beneath the girl, a single word was painted onto the mural: Shaylee. Below that was an inscription, the kind that people would carve on park benches and tables proclaiming that they were there.
    This one read: S.M + B.K = LOVE. It was surrounded by a carving of a heart.
    Dash turned his attention back to the girl, who looked around his age. She was in a black dress, an evening gown, as though going to her prom.
    He was intrigued by her. Who was she? Who commissioned the painter to create this mural? Why was she the centerpiece?
    Dash looked at the word again. Shaylee.
    “Shaylee,” he said in awe. 
    He gazed at the girl, who was stared back, transfixed on him. The moonlight intensified on her, making her glow. The glow flickered, then brightened, then returned to normal.
    Staring at her, he realized that she was the only human figure in the mural. He reached out a finger and traced the outline of her head. Maybe she would understand how he felt.
    The scent of lily flooded his nostrils. He looked around, but there were no flowers in sight.
    The wind picked up, whipping Dash in the face. It caused some of the mist to vanish. 
    He turned away, but he struggled to maintain his gaze on the girl.
    He could now make out the features of her face. He admired her verdant green eyes. She reminded him of the girl he kept seeing in his dreams.
    As he stared, something strange happened. He thought he saw her eyes dart down, then back up again.
    Dash took a step back, one hand pressed against his chest.
    Her eyes were now back to staring at him, as though they had not moved at all.
    His instinct told him to whirl around and race back to his cabin.

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

The White Hairs – Fantasy
A work of spiritual mythology, somewhere on a white and snowy mountain is a young creature learning how to leave his body and travel the world inside of the wind.

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

Farshoul is the protagonist and dominates the story. And yeah, he is very dear to me. I think that anyone who reads the book and sees him suffer the way that he does will come to care about him the way that I do, and I hope they will cheer for him in the end when he tries to win back what he has lost.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

Everyone would already know about it! The people who have read my book, have loved it. They’ve been so generous with the reviews on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other places, but there’s such a distrust of self-published authors, such skepticism. I know that it will take a lot of work, luck, and kindness for my book to break through that.

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

I was very careful, both with the cover art, and the interior work to never show a picture of Farshoul or his people. I want the reader to get to decide what they look like.

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

Join my facebook group at http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-White-Hairs/105095009538844?ref=ts#%21/pages/The-White-Hairs/105095009538844?ref=ts
Or simply pick up the book at start reading. It’s available at amazon.com, lulu.com, smashwords, bn.com, and all kinds of places. By Googling, I even found a company in Kenya, and three in India that carry it!

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

I’m working on writing two novels right now. One is about magicians in the modern world, and the second is a survivalist story, similar in some respects to Miracle Mile or Road Warrior, but with a fantastic twist that I’ve never seen before.
I expect my next published work to be a children’s book that is being illustrated right now. I don’t want to give too much away, but its such a beautiful and timeless story, and I’m lucky enough to be working with an incredible artist!

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

These are the first few lines:

Farshoul watched as the long white hairs on his arms became translucent. He watched as they faded away. Soon he could see through the skin and bone of his arms to the ice beneath him. The frozen water that he could see through his phantom arm seemed more real than his own body.

He watched as the others blurred in his vision, their white fur becoming indistinguishable from the snow around them. They appeared to disappear.

Then Farshoul began to move.

He was watching the changing from above. He could only just make out the white furry bodies against the ice and snow that they sat in. He could barely see himself camouflaged against the ivory mountain. He saw all of the bodies sitting still where their souls had left them to go exploring.

This was all new to Farshoul. This was the first time that he had participated in the traveling ritual; the most sacred of the ceremonies left over from the previous age. This was the first time that he had left his strong and solid body since the day on which he had been born.

Farshoul hovered around his body, taking a look at himself – at his own face – in a way that he had never done before. He looked like a stranger. He looked like someone else. His nose looked differently than he remembered from his reflection, maybe a little bigger. His peaceful eyes were closed. The white fur on his face was so shiny and so healthy looking. His young jaw was stronger and wider than he had realized. And he was surprised to see how much taller he was, even sitting, than most of the others. He had never thought of himself as big. Farshoul decided that he liked how he looked, as strange as it was to think of that face as his own.

He looked around to see if he could see the others loose from their bodies, but he could not. Perhaps they had chosen to go exploring rather than hover around. He felt a little sad that none of them had stayed to guide him, a little frightened. It was only in this state that it was allowed by his people to leave the mountains and wander the world. He worried about getting lost, about wandering too far. Perhaps he should just stay nearby this time, and be careful on his first time out. But, he also knew how they would make fun of him if he did that and the embarrassment actually scared him more than the world did.

And so Farshoul let the breeze begin to lift him and carry him far away from his body and from his home, out into the wide atmospheres of the world’s great winds.

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less
tagline:

Thanks for giving me this opportunity to introduce my young adult fantasy novel called The Legend of Witch Bane. The Legend of Witch Bane is the tale of three young children who embark on a desperate quest to save their kingdom from an evil queen.

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why? 
 

 

My personal favorite character in The Legend of Witch Bane has to be Laris Goddaya, the half-breed daughter of a human king and a fairy princess. Laris is a teenager who is trying to cope with the recent death of her mother and her new life in the castle of her human father. She is trapped between the world of humans and fairies—two worlds that she knows are about to collide. Laris is self-conscious of her mixed-birth and fears that she will be the downfall of her father’s kingdom. Although Laris possesses the otherworldly beauty and magical powers of her fairy kindred, she is also quick-tempered. But ultimately, she knows that she will have to come to terms with who she is or face an uncertain future that could very well result in the deaths of herself and her family.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?
 

 

 Although there are a few things that I would do differently if I were to publish the book today, the only thing I feel that needs to be changed is artwork that is featured on the book cover. Like most Indie authors I published my book with a very small budget and was unable to hire a world class illustrator to design my book cover. Although it isn’t a bad book cover per se, it isn’t nearly as inviting as I would like. Fortunately, the old saying that you can’t judge a book holds true for The Legend of Witch Bane as many of my readers can attest.

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

I’m a big fan of classic mythology, ancient legends, and folk tales. The inspiration behind writing the Legend of Witch Bane was to introduce many of the old legends and myths to modern audiences. Although The Legend of Witch Bane is a wholly original story, the observant reader will notice quite a few references to some of the world’s oldest stories hidden within.

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?Anyone interested in finding out more about The Legend of Witch Bane can visit www.kevishendrickson@weebly.com.

 6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

 I have quite a few fiction books in the works. But chief among those books is the sequel to The Legend of Witch Bane. I am hopeful that it will be published soon.

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant
to intrigue and tantalize us:
 

Some time passed as the children entered the land of Pryfhelm, a rugged country of low sloping hills, ice-capped mountains, dark forests, and whispering creeks. There they saw many dead people and animals lying about the road. Anyr was terribly frightened, but kept her silence for fear of appearing a coward to her brother and sister. The children did not dare to speak, but each one was growing very much afraid. Kòdobos had a mind to lead his sisters from the road when they were suddenly happened upon by a stranger who was riding atop a tall black mare. He was a dark fellow wearing a wide ebon cape. His garments also were black, but were strange and foreign. He wore very few pieces of armor, the most striking of which were his gold-trimmed pauldrons that were like large bat wings folded out from beneath his cape. Mostly he wore a strange leather hide like that which was made of serpent’s skin. Rather than a vizard, which knights wore to cover their mouths, he wore a mask of black cloth that revealed only his stark eyes. As the children weren’t certain as to the intent of the stranger, they greeted him as courteously as the circumstance warranted.

“We are travelers who would pass in peace. Will you give us the road?” asked Kòdobos.

The stranger said nothing, but glared at them with his terrible brown eyes. A long, curved sword was drawn suddenly from his side before he kicked the paunch of his mare to make her fall into a mad gallop. At once the children knew they were in danger and unsheathed their own weapons. Before they could even raise their defenses, save Anyr, who had let fly the arrow from her bow, the dark stranger fell on them with all his fury. Kòdobos was the first to go flopping from his saddle. Anyr soon followed him. Laris saw the danger her sister and brother were in, and gave strife to the stranger, her twin sabers flashing through the air like beams of silver light. But she, too, was overcome and tumbled off of her saddle onto the biting snow.

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

The Kindness of Strangers is a literary fiction novel about a teenage girl named Sydney, who runs away to escape an abusive home.  Whilst on her own, she must depend on the kindness of strangers to help her out.

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

My favorite character would really have to be Irene.  The reason is because she just has that grandmotherly attitude about things.  She’s a take charge kind of personality and goes above and beyond to help a young, desperate girl in need.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

The editing.  It’s my downfall.  I couldn’t afford a professional editor and it was difficult – time wise – for me to continuously go back and find/fix my mistakes.  Someday I will fix it!

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

My book is loosely based upon my biological mother’s life (before she had me).

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

I am available on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/pages/J-A-Titus/130151657001202)

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

I am currently writing two more books.  My 2nd book, The Last Curl, is available for free (unfinished as I’m still writing it) on my Facebook page.  And the concept for my 3rd book is also posted there; but the chapters will not be available until I’ve published the 2nd book.

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

He began to think about Sydney and he smiled. She made him so happy. He tried to reason with himself about seriously proposing to her, but the angel on his shoulder kept convincing him now was not the time.

“But what if it’s really love at first sight and we’re meant to be together.” He asked aloud, trying to play devils advocate with himself.

His subconscious answered back with the divorce statistic he had heard on the radio earlier that day. If he was going to get married, it would have to be the real thing and not something to go into lightly. He contemplated what he would say if he really was going to propose, but his head began to hurt, too many decisions.

Hours passed and he had nodded off into a somnolent slumber. When he awoke it was nearly eleven-thirty. Sydney should have been home by then and he really wanted to talk to her, longing to hear her voice. He sat up and reached for the phone, trying to shake off the tired feeling he had. He began to dial her number and just before Sydney picked up, he heard a loud thump come from his mother’s bedroom.

“Let me call you back!” He cried and rushed to his mother’s room. When he opened the door, his mother lay on the floor unresponsive, her face blue and her eyes had rolled into the back of her head.

He lifted her head to his ear and listened carefully to see if she was breathing. Her breath was faint, but it was still there. He lifted her up and brought her into the living room. The phone was ringing and he needed to call 9-1-1 immediately. He laid her on the couch and swiftly answered the phone.

“I’m sorry I have to call 9-1-1.” He explained and immediately hung up, dialing 9-1-1. Foam began to appear in the corners of his mother’s mouth. Her right hand was clenched into a fist.

“Lynn 9-1-1, what’s the address of your emergency?”

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:       

First Snap of Winter–horror short stories

Horror that seeps into your mind so close to every childhood fear you ever thought vanished but now wake up with a cry so personal.

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?      

The man with the indefatigable dream, because it’s about the teenage Frankenstein who never had a story about him before and I wanted to write one. The man is me in November.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?     

My book is a collection, not a novel. A story I took out of Candles for November when I submitted it for Kindle. I regret some of my words in the trade paperback and cleaned them up for Kindle. I had my reasons but wanted to make these more accessible.

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:       

The title story from First Snap of Winter–The boy who really is pretty horrible in this story was based on my first childhood friend. One of the sweetest people in the world.

From another book, Candles for November, which is to be a Kindle in a few days. I finally solved an urban legend. It was reported as a newspaper fact when I was a teenager in a newspaper blurb. An elderly woman was awakened every night by a baby crying in an apartment building with no children allowed.  The cops were called and found a mummified baby in the chest of drawers of the old lady who heard the baby each night, when no one else did.  My ending is so weird I’ve never seen it before.

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?   

 Email is:   comewinter@earthlink.net 

 Amazon.com author’s page has my books 

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?   

I’m putting all my books still in trade paperback on Kindle where they will be available for $6.00 each.

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

     “And now there was no more Paul because he hanged himself in a tiny flat neither of us knew a thing about. The police told us it was suicide. They had no motive. Never did. He was not in love with the wrong person. He was not, as far as they could figure out, in debt to the wrong person.

       It just seemed he was too much himself, what ever that was, and there were not enough around to see it. So he lessened himself to take the burden off, and if death was the result, then so be it. ”

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

Failing Test – A Contemporary Young Adult Fantasy
You know him, but you can’t remember his name. He is the one that is always there, in the background, all but invisible to those roaming the hallways. What if he had a secret? What if it was a secret that even he didn’t know?

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

Clifford Johnston is probably my favorite character. He came from nowhere and became a HUGE part of the story.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

I don’t really have anything that I would change. I’m pretty happy with the end product.

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

I really tried to recreate the high school experience in Failing Test. I have had a lot of reviews and personal feedback that mentioned this, so I feel like I achieved a goal in that respect.

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?
Become a fan of Failing Test on Facebook!
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/group.php?gid=113897971961168&ref=ts

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

I am currently working on the sequel to Failing Test titled “A Shadow’s Light”. It should be out in December of this year. I have several other works in various stages of development and will continue on as new ideas strike me.

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

     He had landed in what appeared to be a records room. There were filing cabinets and boxes everywhere. There was one window in the room, but it wasn’t facing outside. Instead it looked into a hallway. Slowly he walked to the door, opened it, and peered out. He squinted in the darkness, looking up and down the hallway. Seeing no one, he stepped out and began looking for the stairwell. It felt like he was playing a video game and at any moment some virus-laden zombie could come out of the floor. As he walked down the dark hallway, he finally came to the stairwell door. He reached out for the handle and then heard a series of clicks from the end of the hall. As if someone had turned on a light switch, his body ignited with color.
     The darkness became a display of light as the muzzle flashes burst from a dozen gun barrels. As on the roof, the bullets dropped from the air around him, covering the ground like gravel on a country road.  Test turned and held his arms to his side. The rate at which the pulses of light were traveling down his arms began to increase. The light from his hands became more and more intense as they collected each pulse of energy from his core. He took his first step forcefully and a quick pace took him towards the group of men. Suddenly a burst of flame appeared directly in front of him. The blast engulfed the hallway from wall to wall and ceiling to floor, blocking the soldiers from his view. As the remains of the blast settled, another took its place, and then another. Test’s eyes were blind from the intensity of the flames. Infuriated he thrust both arms forward, releasing a pulse so powerful that he could feel the air surging from behind him.

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

My novel is entitled TURNING BACK THE CLOCK; the genre is sports sci-fi

“Two Red Sox fans go back in time to stop the sale of Babe Ruth to the Yankees.”

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

In this novel, I like the protagonist, Greg Patterson. Greg is very driven, very intelligent and very rich. He wants to make sure the Red Sox don’t trade Babe Ruth to the Yankees, and he’ll do anything and spend any amount of money to reach his means.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

Probably the cover. It’s a very plain, red cover with the title. If I had the talents with which to change the cover, I would.

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

I wrote this book in five weeks. :)

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

http://www.johnfitchv.com/ is my web site. I also blog on LiveJournal, and I can be found daily on Kindleboards.com.

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future? 

LOTS! I’ll release my next fantasy novel this fall, my next sports novel this winter, and a YA novel next summer. Loads coming from my desk, I assure you.

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

“Are you going to let your eggs get cold? We have about 45 minutes to eat before Frazee gets to the park,” Brandon said, and after a few seconds of not getting a reply, he reached over and thumped Greg on the forehead.

“Sorry,” Greg apologized as his attention came back to where it should have been. “I was distracted.”

“You’re in love,” Brandon returned quickly, “and don’t deny it.”

Greg didn’t say anything at first, but the slight flush in his cheeks gave him away. He started to eat, keeping his eyes on his plate. Brandon started to eat too, but kept looking at his friend until he confessed.

When they were finished, Greg paid the $2.25 for both of them, and as he took the change from Tanya, she blushed as her hand touched his. They both pulled their hands away as if burned, but as Greg looked into her green eyes, he knew it was more like lightning had pierced both of them.

Once back into the frigid, December air, Brandon fixed a stare at his friend as he tried to draw a response from earlier. But Greg wasn’t budging.

At the next corner, Greg looked around and tried to find a street sign that would tell them where they were. Then he looked up the street and saw a familiar façade that he had first laid eyes on in 1986 at the age of eight, when his father had taken him to his first Red Sox game. He quickly became a fan of the building’s quirks and the team that called it home for 74 years. At that point, Greg had never thought to join any groups that wanted to save the stadium; he was there to enjoy a professional baseball game and cared not for the talk of a new ballpark for the Boston American League franchise.

It was Fenway Park, and they were standing on the corner of Boylston and Jersey Streets. A car was pulling up to the front of the building, and a portly gentleman with a black overcoat was slowly getting out of the back of the automobile. Greg wasn’t completely sure, but he had a feeling he knew who that was.

With a nod, the two friends made the turn and walked toward the old ballpark.

Drive-Thru Interview with Author Reese Reed

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:
 
Childproofed, Chick-lit
Motherhood sometimes seems as though it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.  Sometimes I wonder where the real Virginia went, the person I used to be before I was just someone’s wife or mother.

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?
 
Virginia is my favorite, without a doubt.  She faces the fears and unsettling feelings experienced by so many moms, and she fights to hold onto what she finds most dear to her heart.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?
 
The length!  At just 20K words it’s a quick read, and I would have loved to have made it longer.  However, sometimes as a writer one has to take a step back and just let the story tell itself in its own time.  I hope to soon complete a full-length novel for my readers.

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:
 
One of the scenes, where Virginia finds herself nose to nose with a doorjamb in the middle of the night, is a true account of a scene that actually played out in my home one night.

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?
 
Childproofed is available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble in paperback and ebook.  It’s also available through Apple’s iBookstore for iPod touch, iPhone, and iPad.  Other ereader versions can also be found at Smashwords.com.  If you facebook, you can find my author page there, as well as a Childproofed fan page.

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?
 
At the moment, I’m putting the finishing touches on my holiday novella “Claustrophobic”, the story of Santa Claus told from Mrs. Claus’s point of view.  I’m hoping to have it live on Amazon and Barnes & Noble by the first of September.  I’m also working on two full-length chick-lit novels and one historical fiction children’s book.

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

I don’t know how long Mark was up with Maddie.  I tried to wait up for him but crashed from sheer exhaustion the instant my head hit the pillow.  I’d forgotten what it was like to sleep a full night or to wake up in the morning with the glorious knowledge that there was absolutely nothing that I had to do that day.

Not that motherhood was bad.  It was a completely life-altering experience.  Having a foreign being take up residence inside your body, change the way things are arranged on that body, and then leave in a very violent fashion is nothing short of awe-inspiring.  And that’s just childbirth.  The real tests are still to come.

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

An Old-Fashioned Folk Tale by Valmore Daniels is an fantasy written primarily for young adult audiences, but can be enjoyed by fantasy lovers of all ages.

Everybody knows that fairies, mermaid, elves, giants, dwarves and dragons are merely figments of their imagination … but they are very real, and they are in trouble!

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

My favorite character is Leif, a young human boy dying of cancer. When I was younger, I was sick for six weeks and so I’ve incorporated a lot of my emotions and feelings into the character.

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

Actually, I had the opportunity of changing the ending recently.  Originally, the novel was designed as a self-contained single volume story, but while preparing it for release on Amazon Kindle and Smashwords, I was able to alter the ending and allow for the possibility of a sequel.

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

An Old-Fashioned Folk Tale pays homage to some of my favorite authors I read when I was younger: C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Lewis Carroll, and L. Frank Baum.

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

More information can be found on the author’s website, ValmoreDaniels.com.

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

Currently, I’m putting the final touches on a Hard SF novel concerning the possibility of faster than light travel, first contact with an alien race, and humankind’s first steps into the Interstellar Age.

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

The gnome, shaking visibly, stepped through the void. The line moved up one place. Now Leif could see Gorr in all his grossness!

The brutish ogre was as ugly as the young hume had imagined. Standing almost eight feet tall, Gorr was nearly as thick as he was high! A mass of spindly hair covered his grotesquely muscled, naked torso. His eyes were set far apart on his ugly face and his mouth seemed frozen in a perpetual snarl under his smashed-in nose. Leif was duly frightened.

Samson snarled, his tail flattening against the back of his legs in a defensive stance; Leif could feel the hair on the Great Dane’s back raise up and bristle under his hand. He tried soothing the dog with pats and gentle words.

“Don’t worry about his appearance,” reassured Kamile in a low voice. “The Sorceress wanted the gatekeeper to be very intimidating so that they might extract a higher toll to use the Nardee.”

“It seems to be working!” Leif commented wryly.

1.)   Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

“Little Miss Straight Lace” is a romantic suspense novel, and it’s available free until 7/31/2010.
What happens when an unscrupulous pharmaceutical magnate uncovers the secret harbored by a brilliant biostatician who once crossed him?  He hatches a diabolical plan to use her, make himself rich, and keep the reader entertained with a mixture of intrigue, humor, and romance.

2.)   Who is your favorite character and why?

Easy–Nic, the computer security expert from South America.  I could eat that boy up with a spoon…

3.)   If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?

Let me answer this way:  it took me three months to write this tome, and FIVE YEARS to get it “just right”.  If there’s anything left to change, I don’t want to know about it!

4.)   Give us one interesting fun fact about your book or series:

I came up with the original idea for the plot while stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce on my stove (isn’t this the way most Italians get their inspiration?).

5.)   How can we contact you or find out more about your books?

You can find me on my website, http://contemporary-romance-books.com/, a.k.a., http://mariaromana.com/ .

6.)   What can we expect from you in the future?

I am working on another romantic suspense novel, tentatively titled “Eggs”, but at the rate I edit my work, don’t go on a hunger strike waiting for the publication date!

7.)   And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

    Robert spoke with open hands and a casual stance, “Look, fella, take it easy.  We just–”
    “O-okay, listen, I-I’ll tell you the whole story.  Everything.  But I swear, I never did anything to her.  Nobody did.  Not on my watch, anyway.  I took real good care of her.  I swear.  You gotta believe me!”
    Nic’s pulse quickened.  He took a step closer and cocked a brow at the stocky man, “Who her?”
    “Y-you know–your girl.”
    “My girl?”
    “Y-yeah.  You know…petite, brunette, pretty.  Kinda…”  The guy relaxed a little, pulling his hands away from the fence, and started forming an hourglass shape with them.
    Nic pursed his lips.  “Okay.  I know what she looks like.”  He lifted his chin at the stocky man, “So what are you talking about?  ‘Your watch’.  ‘Took care of her’.  Where?  When?”
    “Come on, you know…”  The tattooed man looked from Nic over to Robert, as if he expected a more reasonable interrogator–a Good Cop to Nic’s Bad.
    But Nic insisted, “Humor me.”
    “Well, uh, well…”  Nic took another step.  The tattooed man gulped and started talking, “Yeah, okay.  See, when I took the job, I didn’t know it was her, okay?  It was only when I saw her close up, in the light, that I recognized her.  I remembered her from the bar.  From that night last summer when I pulled her off the stool.  I mean, I didn’t know who she really was.  I just thought she was your date, your girl or whatever, okay?  I didn’t know she was like…one of you.”

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