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Showing posts with label Keira Corner. Show all posts

Friday, November 8, 2013

Juniper Grove Presents...Secrets Kept by J.L. MBewe



Title:  Secrets Kept
Author:  J.L. Mbewe
Published:  October 15th, 2013 by AltWit Press
Word Count: 100,000
Genre:  Fantasy
Synopsis:
With a curse, she will build an army.

With the dagger, she will undo the last sacrifice.

But first the sorceress must find the secret keeper.

Torn from her homeland and thrust into a betrothal against her wishes, Ayianna learns her family has a deadly secret that now has her on the run. She joins forces with Kael, an embittered half-elf, and Saeed, an elderly High Guardian, to seek answers to her father’s death, the destruction of Dagmar, and the plains people’s bizarre behavior.

Ayianna discovers there is more at stake here than just her mother’s disappearance and her familial duty to her betrothed. The sorceress has cursed the plains people, and it is a race against time to release them before the sorceress resurrects an ancient evil.



About the Author:
Writing as J. L. Mbewe, Jennette is an author, artist, mother, wife, but not always in that order. Born and raised in Minnesota, she now braves the heat of Texas, but pines for the Northern Lights and the lakes of home every autumn. She loves trying to capture the abstract and make it concrete.

She is currently living her second childhood with a wonderful husband and two precious children who don't seem to mind her eclectic collections of rocks, shells, and books, among other things. While living life balanced between reality and dreams, she is creating worlds inhabited by all sorts of fantasy creatures and characters, all questing about and discovering true love amid lots of peril.

Her debut novel, Secrets Kept, is coming this fall, and in the meantime be on the lookout for a few short stories set in the World of Nälu.



Interview between Keira Kroft and J. L. Mbewe

Welcome to Keira’s Corner, where there is always chocolate, and lots and lots of coffee.

You had me at chocolate! Oh, and coffee too! Thank you for having me!

Keira: You have a story out through AltWit Press entitled Secrets Kept. What is that about?

A story about a young woman who discovers her father is the secret keeper of a corrupted dagger. The murder of her father sends her world into chaos, and she must join forces with a half-elf widower to find her mother and free the plains people from a curse before the sorceress unleashes an ancient evil.

Keira: What made you choose that title?

Originally, I had called it Sorceress’s Curse, but the publisher said it had to go. We brainstormed and came up with Secrets Kept, which I think is fitting. Even though the sorceress’s curse is important to the story, the focus is on Ayianna, her secrets, and whether or not, she will she keep them.

Keira: What is your preferred genre to write in?

Fantasy.

Keira: Are you with an Indy publisher, a traditional house or self- published?

Indy.

Keira: Please tell us about any future projects that you are planning.

First, I’ve got book two and three in this trilogy to finish up. After that, I’ve got 21+ projects in various stages. From complete rough drafts to outlines. Two of which are trilogies set in the same world as Secrets Kept, but I’m not sure what I will tackle next.

Keira: Are you currently running any contests? What are they?

Yes, thanks for asking! To celebrate the release of Secrets Kept, we are having a costume contest where the grand prize winner will walk away with a loaded Kindle Fire, an Excalibur letter opener, chocolate, swag, and of course, signed copies of Secrets Kept and a companion novella, The Tales of Nälu: Volume One.  

Keira: How many books have you written?

One published. Although, I have five published short stories.

Keira: Do you work at a job outside the home or is this your only career?

I’m hoping this will be my only career. Ha! But yes, I am a stay-at-home mom for the time being while I pursue this writing thing.

Keira: We have a special place for unpublished writers in our hearts, here at Keira’s Corner. So what advice would you give to an unpublished writer?

I don’t have anything to add what’s already been said. Just: read, read, read and write, write, write. Keep seeking, keep practicing, learning. Read what you can on writing, on social media, marketing, and then find your own rhythm, your journey, your voice. Last year I did a series of blog posts called Yo Ho a Writer’s Life for Me. Learning the mechanics of writing builds a good foundation, but it’s also about balancing it with the art of writing. So as Elizabeth Swan said, "Hang the code, and hang the rules. They're more like guidelines anyways." But we have to first know the rules.

Keira: What do you wear, to write?

Whatever I have on that day. But I have jokingly thought about wearing my pirate hat to help differentiate between all the other hats I have to wear. That said, it would probably have more to do with procrastination. 

Keira: Is writing your only talent?

I can draw, sort of. But I think writing is my strongest talent.

Keira: Where in the Hell do you find time to write?

I take stock of life, what needs to get done, the kids’ needs, writing needs, etc, and then I carve out a time to write and guard it as well as I can. Right now, my “writing time” is during quiet time and right after I put the kids down to bed. And I don’t watch TV.

Keira: Why are you a writer?

Because I can’t sing. Ha! I have such a deep, burning desire to express and connect with others on the adventures we find in books.

Keira: If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?

J. K. Rowling or Anne Elisabeth Stengl.

Keira: How many hours a day do you dedicate to writing?

Five hours, which includes blogging, research, etc.

Keira: Do you use a particular writing method?

Still too early to tell. But basing it off the times I’ve participated in National Novel Writing Month, I research as much as I can about the subject matter, develop map, an idea of the setting, and select main people/place names.  After I come up with a rough outline, I dive in.

Keira: What time of day, do you write best?

Evening. But I’ve discovered I do well during nap/quiet time too, when I’m not getting interrupted.

Keira: Do you use one or more pen names?

Just my initials. I really wanted to have a pen name, but I ran the risk of choosing a corny name. Ha!

Keira: Please share a particular detail about one of characters, please.

My protagonist, Ayianna, wanted to be a stargazer, a profession among the elves where they can observe the sky and read what might be written in the stars.



Let’s get personal…


Keira: Are you married?
          Yes.

Keira: Do you have children?
          Yes. A five year old boy and an almost three year old girl.

Keira: Are you a reader?
          Yes! Reader first, writer second. I never want to lose my love of reading. I’d rather quit writing instead.

Keira: What is your favorite favorite animal?
          I LOVE horses.

Keira: What are you reading?
          Currently I’m reading Merlin’s Blade by Robert Treskillard and an advanced reader copy of Goddess Tithe by Anne Elisabeth Stengl.


Excerpt from Secrets Kept by J.L. Mbewe:
Leaves rustled, and the bush’s slender limbs shuddered. Shadows veiled the intruder; the light of the lantern unable to penetrate the layers of dry leaves and stems. Ayianna peered closer, and a dark mass burst out of the bush toward her face. She flung her arms up. The milk pail slammed into her head, and its warm contents splashed down her face, neck, and clothes. The lantern rocked on its hinge, the flame flashing and flickering wildly. The intruder screeched and a rush of wings brushed against her skin.
Ayianna lowered her arms. A large bird ruffled its dark feathers and made to settle its wings, but one hung at an odd angle. Its round, ebony eyes ogled her.

Could it be?

“Fero?” she asked. “Is brother home already?” She glanced around, but her eyes failed her in the half-light. Her wet clothes clung to her skin, and the breeze grew colder. She shivered and glared at the bird. “Brother or not, look what you made me do? Now, I’ve got no milk, and I’m all wet.”
Fero jerked his wayward wing back and hissed.

“Are you hurt?” Ayianna lifted the lantern, and its glow poured over the falcon, revealing dark stains on his ribbed underbelly. She reached out to touch him, but he gnashed his curved beak at her. The branch shifted, and the bird thrashed about trying to regain his perch, but then he broke free and soared haphazardly into the red-tinged sky.

Atop the bush, a strip of cloth fluttered where Fero had sat. She tore it free. The fabric was damp, soiled, and stunk of decay. It stained her fingertips red. Blood?

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Monday, October 14, 2013

Cover Reveal for Mystical High by Lisette Brody






About the Author:
Lisette Brodey was born and raised in Pennsylvania. After high school, she moved to New York City where she attended Pace University and studied drama. After ten years in New York, several of them working in the radio industry, she moved to Los Angeles, where she held various positions at Paramount Studios in Hollywood and CBS Studio Center in Studio City, CA.

Back on the East Coast, she worked for many years as a freelance writer, specializing in PR and the entertainment industry. In 2010, she returned permanently to the Los Angeles area.

Her first-published book, CROOKED MOON (General Fiction) was published in both the trade paperback and Kindle editions in 2008. Her first-written, second-published book, SQUALOR, NEW MEXICO (Young Adult/General Fiction) was published in the Kindle and trade paperback versions in 2009.

Her third novel, MOLLY HACKER IS TOO PICKY!, a romantic comedy, was published December 1, 2011. The author blogged as her character, Molly Hacker, for over a year. All blogs can be found at www.mollyhacker.com.

In January 2013, the author edited and published a book of her mother's poetry (written 50 years earlier) called MY WAY TO ANYWHERE by Jean Lisette Brodey.

Lisette's fourth novel, MYSTICAL HIGH, is the first book in her YA Paranormal Desert Series trilogy.


Title:  Mystical High
Author:  Lisette Brodey
Publisher:  Saberlee Books
Word Count:  approx. 72,700
Genre:  YA Paranormal
Content Warning: Mild sexual content and non-gratuitous profanity
Recommended Age:  14+
Synopsis:  In Mystekal, a small, dying town in the Southern California desert, only 75 students attend the old, sometimes creepy high school dubbed “Mystical High,” where strange things have been known to happen. Jessie Dalworth and Jinxsy Patterson are juniors and lifelong best friends. At home, Jessie deals with the pain of an absentee mother who has abandoned the family for the lure of Hollywood; Jinxsy contends with a 17th “birthday present” she never wanted or expected.

Meanwhile, at school, the unexplained activity begins to escalate when Jinxsy keeps seeing a long-haired guy in the hallway checking her out. Jessie can’t see him, but her younger brother, River, can.
Then, in English class, a stapler mysteriously flies off teacher Eve Carrow’s desk, hitting a student in the face who has just mouthed off to her. The beloved teacher is in the unenviable position of having her brute of a father as principal, so she hates sending any student to his office. As Principal Ernest Carrow begins to terrorize Eve and others more openly, something or someone unseen decides that it’s payback time.

School is getting stranger, and Jinxsy and Jessie are faced with mind-boggling changes in their home lives that complicate everything. When a string of shocking events expose explosive secrets, decades-long mysteries are finally revealed.




Now time for the reveal.
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Excerpt from Mystical High by Lisette Brodey:


Eve Carrow, Mystekal High’s English teacher, glanced at the giant wall clock as Jessie and Jinxsy slipped into their seats seconds before the bell.
“Welcome, you two. I wasn’t sure you were going to join us today. I like to be fashionably late at parties sometimes, but school is a different story.”
The old bell sounded loudly.
Jessie opened her notebook, grabbed To Kill A Mockingbird, the current class book, from her backpack, and sat upright in her chair. “See? We’re on time. Ready to go.”
“Yes, you are.”
Jinxsy, still fumbling through her backpack, looked at her friend, then at her teacher. “Jess had a mishap with her locker. Cut her finger.”
From the back of the room, Taylor cackled. “Yeah, it took her ten minutes for Her Vampiress to suck a few drops of blood and ten more minutes for the Jinx to calm her down.”
Jessie turned abruptly in her chair. “You are so exaggerating, Taylor. Keep out of my business.”
“Your boring business.” Taylor ran her fingers through her blond and purple hair. “No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend when the biggest part of your day is a little boo boo on your finger. Waaaaaaaah!”
Eve, though usually of the sweetest demeanor, slammed a book down on her desk. “Taylor Dennison. Stop. Now. Everyone else, face front.” As she looked around the room, her angry look softened. “Okay, who wants to begin our discussion about Boo Radley?”
Sophia Chavez raised her hand. “I will.”
“Thank you, Sophia. Please go on.”
“Well, I know the kids made up a lot of stories about him, but it’s only natural, you know? I mean, he never came out of the house. There were creepy rumors, like how he stabbed his dad in the leg with scissors. If I heard that about someone, I would be thinking the same way that Scout, Jem, and Dill did.”
Eve nodded her head in agreement. “It’s very easy to assume all kinds of things when we don’t know the truth.”
“So why is that, Ms. Carrow?”
“Well, Sophia, I think it’s because as human beings, we like answers. If an answer can be looked up or found out, most of us will choose that route. But when the answer to a question isn’t readily available, we tend to make things up, to satisfy our inquiring brains. It’s not a good thing to do, but human beings engage in this practice quite liberally. What do you think of my assessment?”
Jessie, with little animation on her face, responded to her teacher’s question. “I think you’re right.”
Taylor yelled from the back of the room. “Why? Because people talk crap about your hermit crab aunt?”
Jessie turned and glared at Taylor. She bit her lip so hard it almost bled. She knew that if she responded, the words would be ugly ones she wouldn’t want to be heard saying.
Eve was furious. “Taylor, that was positively uncalled for. And just plain cruel. I’m being extraordinarily generous by not sending you to the principal’s office. But one more outburst and I won’t hesitate.”
Silence fell over the room. The principal of Mystekal High was Eve’s father, Ernest Carrow. He had been the principal since Eve herself was a student. The only person who seemed to tolerate him at all was his secretary, and he seemed to like children as much as picnic goers like ants.
Carrow was the wealthiest man in Mystekal and owned a large percentage of the real estate, both commercial and residential. He didn’t need the salary he earned as Mystekal High’s principal, but he liked to control people, and being in charge of everyone at the school helped him to do just that.
Even though she couldn’t stand sending students to her father’s office, Eve hated making empty threats even more. She despised him, and sending a student for discipline meant that she had to deal with her father as well. She would have to endure a lecture about how she wasn’t able to control her class or how she had failed to mete out proper discipline. Eve pretended not to hear Taylor’s last remark and prayed she would not step over the line again. At least for the remainder of class.
“Would you all please take out your class assignment for this week? We’re going to share.”
Cade Swift raised his hand.
“Yes, Cade?”
“Do you mean the paper you asked us to write on who we thought Boo Radley really was? The one where you wanted us to write a description of how we saw his life inside that house?”
“The one and only.”
Cade bit his lip. “Uh, would you mind calling on me last?”
“Since when are you shy?”
“I’m not. But after what you said to Sophia I’m thinking maybe I need to rewrite my paper.”
Taylor’s boyfriend, Santino Vega, laughed. “Dude, don’t you mean write it. Period.”
Cade, the dark-haired boy known for his smiling eyes was quick to respond. “No, Vega, I mean rewrite it.”
Eve Carrow was intrigued. “Why do you want to rewrite it, Cade?”
Cade looked embarrassed and responded more softly than usual. “Um, I think maybe I was too judgmental. Just want to do it over.”
Jessie looked admiringly at Cade, then at her best friend. Jinxsy knew Jessie had a crush on him but had been denying it. Jessie’s glance confirmed that she was ready to admit it. But whether or not she was ready to seek out Cade’s affections was an entirely different story.
Eve Carrow smiled. “Actually, Cade. I’d like you to read your paper as you wrote it and then tell us how you’d like to change it.”
“Oh, man. Do I have to?”
The class giggled and Jessie’s eyes grew wide with anticipation.
“As your teacher, I would truly appreciate it.”
“Read it, dude. Then tell everyone how you’ve gone soft on Radley.”
Eve looked sternly at the class loudmouth. “Mr. Vega, I can only surmise by your comments that you would prefer to lead the class into this exercise. By all means, why don’t you go first?”
Santino looked angry. “Listen, Ms. Carrow. I think it was really a stupid assignment. I mean, Harper Lee already wrote the character. There’s no point in us rewriting the dude. Sorry, didn’t do it and I’m not gonna do it. Any questions?”
As Santino’s words fell on the shocked class and the disrespected teacher, a gust of desert wind rushed through the open window, blew a small stapler off Eve Carrow’s desk, and sent it flying through the air before it landed sharply on Santino’s mouth.
“What the —?” Santino wiped the blood from his mouth.
As the class focused on the freak accident, Eve looked out the window and noticed that it was a very still day. The sagebrush was not moving. There was not even the faintest trace of wind.


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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Juniper Grove Solutions presents the Black Jack




Title: Black Jack
Author:  Rani Manicka
Published:  June 7th, 2013
Word Count:  80,000
Genre:  Paranormal Fantasy
Synopsis: A story about suffering, betrayal, love and hope.

At seven she became another missing child statistic. Seven years later her life is a strange, lonely existence. Her memories are not her own and her special powers have been harnessed for the sole use of her owners. To the people who guard her 24 hours a day she is known as Dakota, but they also know she is dangerous, so dangerous that she must never think for herself.

Fourteen-year-old Black dreams of another life. Hidden away in his bedroom with only his mother and a television for stimulation, each day mirrors the last.

When Black is visited by an inter-dimensional being it becomes a pivotal moment. A door to another world opens and changes Blacks life forever. Soon Black is propelled on a collision course with a powerful ancient secret society.

To save mankind, he must play… the Devil’s game…

But what are they really after and how far will they go to get what they want.  With deceit and betrayal all around… JUST WHO CAN HE TRUST?

Rani Manicka is an International best-selling novelist and the author of three previous books. Her works have been translated in 26 languages. Black Jack is her fourth and latest novel. A provocative, unforgettable tale that questions the beliefs that lie at the very heart of humankind.


Excerpt:
Last night was fuzzy in his memory. He remembered going to a club, a special place where they played kings and queens in the back rooms. He didn’t know why he still felt the need to frequent such seedy places, but it was only there amongst the most degenerate of humans that he felt he could be himself. In places like that there was no need to pretend and hide. All was filth, and so was he.

He walked silently into their bathroom. When they had been on their honeymoon his wife had seen this design in a ladies’ toilet in Richmond, England. And she had never forgotten it. Ten years ago when they had moved into this house she had recreated it. An English design. Blue patterns on white, like china. Pretty. He switched on the lights and stepped up to the mirror and blinked, his eyes still unused to the sudden brightness. Someone had written on his bathroom mirror with pink lipstick.

His jaw dropped as he read the message that was scrawled across the mirror in bold handwriting. His first reaction was one of fear. That someone had entered his bedroom while he had slept and written on his mirror. Then the expression in his eyes changed to one of disbelief. Below the mirror, lying without its lid, was the lipstick used. He picked it up slowly and looked at the blunted edge. And tried to remember. How? When? He looked again at the words.

FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE CATCH ME BEFORE I KILL AGAIN. I AM PURE EVIL.

No doubt about it. The handwriting was his. He sat on the broad, wooden toilet seatan English antique specially flown in. He turned toward the mirror and looked at his own shocked face behind the writing. He had no memory of writing the words. He closed his eyes and thought hard about the night before. But it remained elusive. Shadows. And it occurred to him that this was not the first time there were gaps in his memory.

There was only one explanation and that one was totally unacceptable.


About the Author:
Rani Manicka was born in Malaysia and spent her childhood on a long white, beach in the company of natural storytellers. But when she was six, she was stuffed into a uniform and banished to school. In protest, she quickly mastered the art of reading novels during class. Though, she had never dreamed of writing herself, a chance encounter with a woman scorned in an Italian restaurant inspired her first plot.

Her first novel The Rice Mother, Infused with her own Sri Lankan family history, is a vividly imaginative story about the frailties of human nature and the terrible consequences of war. It won a Commonwealth Writers Prize in 2003. Her subsequent novel, Touching Earth is a dark and compelling tale of love, betrayal and addiction. The Japanese Lover, set in Malaya during the Japanese occupation is an absorbing tale of the intense passion between captor and captured. Rani's books have been translated into 26 languages. She lives with the two great loves of her life; Rick and their beautiful son/dog, Ty.

Rani Manicka's latest novel BLACK JACK is out NOW.


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Thursday, June 27, 2013

Juniper Grove Solutions presents the Michael Sykora Series




Title: Killing Instinct  
Series: The Michael Sykora Series #3
Author: Darcia Helle
Published: May 30th, 2013
Word Count: 86,000
Genre: Suspense
Content Warning: Contains strong language, some graphic violence, and dark content. 16+

Synopsis:
Sandman built his dubious reputation by turning the dreams and nightmares of others into harsh reality. Now he’s pursuing his own twisted dream; the beautiful Maria Milan. But she doesn’t want to become a player in Sandman’s sordid fantasy.

Michael Sykora is a hit man who kills for justice. Sean Riley is a hit man born to kill. Together, they’re out to take down Sandman and his organization. Whether mercy is given depends on who catches him first.

* Book #3 in the Michael Sykora series. *



Title: Beyond Salvation
Series: The Michael Sykora Series Book # 2
Author: Darcia Helle
Published: September 12th, 2009
Page Count: 252 pages
Genre: Suspense

Synopsis:
A teenage runaway disappears from the streets. The only people that care, or even notice, are her two best friends who are also runaways. For reasons of their own, they can’t go to the police for help. 

They seek out Michael Sykora, a software designer by day and hit man by night. Known on the streets as The Ghost, Michael has a reputation for taking on the twisted criminals. Rapists. Child molesters. He has never been hired to find the lost. Until now. 

Michael teams up with ex-prostitute Nicki and full-time hit man Sean. Together they bend the rules of the justice system in order to find a young girl few people care about. In the process, they uncover a world where salvation comes with a price tag and God’s words are used to incite fear in a congregation of believers.

Title: No Justice
Series: The Michael Sykora Series Book # 1
Author: Darcia Helle
Published: June 13th, 2009
Page Count: 224 pages
Genre: Suspense

Synopsis:
How far would you go to right a wrong?

For Michael Sykora, killing started as blind rage. Then it became something he’s good at. To most of those who know him, Michael is a software designer, a smart but average guy with a workaholic nature. To a chosen few, Michael is a part-time hit man whose specialty is eliminating hard-core criminals. 
Michael has managed to keep his two personas separate. Until now. When Nicki, a close friend, gets into trouble, Michael steps in to help. Having lost his fiancé to a brutal crime, Michael will do whatever necessary to keep from losing another woman in his life.
At one time or another, don’t we all wish we could do the things our Justice system cannot or will not? What would it take to push you over the edge?

Excerpt from Killing Instinct:
     Sean Riley looked down at the woman he’d been hired to kill. Even before he’d partnered with Michael Sykora and tamed his deadly skills, he’d disliked killing women. Back then, he’d probably have turned down this job. Not that he’d have altered the outcome. Someone else always stood next in line, wanting the money and willing to kill for it. 
     Even sleeping, with her jet-black hair scattered across the pillow and a drop of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth, her beauty took his breath away. This woman, whose name was Maria Milan, should be dead by now. Jake, the man who’d paid for her murder, wanted her to die slowly. To suffer. Jake had specified the use of a knife, keeping the plunges slow and only deep enough to shatter her nervous system. Keep her alive until the last possible moment. 
     Jake did not have balls enough to do it himself. 
     He wanted photos. A recording of her screams. He’d asked for video, as if Sean was a slice-and-dice movie producer instead of a high-priced hit man. 
Sean stood in the shadows of the bedroom, watching Maria sleep. He’d done the unthinkable. For the first time in his long, restless and oddly successful career, he’d had sex with the intended victim. More than that. He’d gotten involved. He’d fallen for this woman who’d been marked to endure excruciating horrors at his own hands.
     He shifted in the darkness, wishing he could crawl back under the sheet. He already missed the feel of her skin pressed against his own. With a quiet sigh, he tugged his pants on. He had a job to do. 
     Fully dressed, he gazed back at Maria. The moonlight fell across her face. She didn’t stir. Her beauty glowed. He knew things about her now. And she knew things about him. They’d become tangled in ways he hadn’t expected. 
     Sean went out to the kitchen and grabbed the backpack he’d left by the door. He flipped the light on, squinting at the brightness. When his eyes adjusted, he checked the contents. One roll of heavy duct tape. A few small towels for use as gags. Rope. Zip ties. A full syringe. His Black Ops knife. He fingered the metal, thought about the meaning of what he needed to do. What he might not have done a year ago. What it would all mean to him, to his future. To Maria. 
     He stepped back into the bedroom. Maria had rolled onto her side. Her hair spilled over her cheek. The sheet fell away, exposing flesh he’d lingered over not long ago. A smile played on his lips. He’d enjoy this job, this killing, more than anyone had a right to. 
     With a last look over his shoulder, he left Maria behind and headed out to his car.


About the Author:

Darcia Helle lives in a fictional world with a husband who is sometimes real. Their house is ruled by spoiled dogs and cats and the occasional dust bunny.

Suspense, random blood spatter and mismatched socks consume Darcia’s days. She writes because the characters trespassing through her mind leave her no alternative. Only then are the voices free to haunt someone else’s mind.


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  • SECOND PLACE: eBook copies of all 3 books - No Justice, Beyond Salvation, and Killing Instinct – INT
  • THIRD PLACE: $10 USD via PayPal - INT




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Monday, April 15, 2013

Keira's Corner exclusive Interview with Lyn Croft


Interview between Keira Kroft and Lyn Croft




Welcome to Keira’s Corner, where there is always chocolate, and lots and lots of coffee.

Keira: You have a story out through Hellfire Publishing entitled Blood Lilies ~ Bloodlines. What is that about?

Blood and Lilies - Bloodlines is the first installment of a tale about a girl who finds out she is the key to the gates of heaven and hell. She discovers she is living amongst demons, vampyres, and the Nephilim. Everything she knew is stripped away as she finds herself betrayed by ones she loves most, while trying to embark on a journey with her new found love. Hunted and scared, she fights to stay alive against an evil queen and her loyal minions; only to discover there is more to her existence than she is being told.  Who can you trust when everyone wants to sacrifice you for the greater good?

Keira: What do you wear, to write?

Lyn: I prefer my pajamas, but I’m usually casual in jeans and a tee.

Keira: Is writing your only talent?

Lyn: Nope! I have many. To start, I’m super talented at being clumsy. I hear I’m a good cook too. I can make a mean Agua Chile…

Keira: Where in the Hell did you find time to write?

Lyn: I don’t sleep. ;) I truly wish I had more time, and I hope someday I am afforded the time to write more. Being a single mom, with a full time job takes up the majority of my time. So, when I am writing, it’s usually till after midnight, and I will spend an entire Saturday and/or Sunday on the laptop.

Keira: Why are you a writer?

Lyn: Because I love it. I can’t explain the awe of how stories take shape in my head, and come together on paper. I’m so blessed to be able to do this. I just love it.

Keira: If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?

Lyn: Stephen King. Not only is he an amazing writer, but he’s dedicated and focused, and helps others with his experience. He persevered when most would have given up. His journey and accomplishments are my motivation to keep working, and never give up. Plus, he thinks up the best stuff to get under your skin. I love it!

Keira: Do you use a particular writing method?

Lyn: I like to outline and summarize my books before I write them. ’Blood and Lilies’ was not done this way, however. I wrote just started writing a few chapters in the middle, and then built the book around that. No outline, summary, or any clue where the characters were going to take me. It was a very interesting journey.

Keira: What time of day, do you write best?

In the evenings. That is when the house is peaceful, and the kiddo is in bed, and I can finally concentrate.

Keira: Do you use one or more pen names?

I currently have only one pen name. That’s not too say another one may pop up somewhere else someday…

Keira: What advice would you give to an unpublished writer?

Don’t give up, especially if writing is something you love to do. Do it for yourself, and for nobody else. Because at the end of the day, it is you doing what makes you happy.


Let’s get personal…

Keira: What is your favorite food?
Lyn: Sushi!
Keira: What is your guilty Pleasure?
Lyn: Video Games
Keira: What is your favorite Smell?
Lyn: Dragons Blood Incense. Hmmmmm
Keira: If you could change one your physical feature? Would you? What would it be?
Lyn: Nope, I’m made just the way God intended. ;)
Keira: What is your favorite color?
Lyn: Purple
Keira: What is your favorite day of the week?
Lyn: Sunday
Keira: What is your favorite animal?
Lyn: My pit Jasper… ;)
Keira: Can you tell us a secret?
Lyn: I see dead people.
Keira: Do you have pets?
Lyn: Yes, five dogs, one kitten, a boyfriend…Wait, does that count?
Keira: What do you consider a household staple?
Lyn: Tea! Lots and lots of it.
Keira: What are you reading?
Lyn: I am right at the end of Shadow of the Rose: Adversarius by M.L. Chesley.  Great Book by the way!
Keira: Can you share your blurb with us?

Lyn: But of course! I would love to.



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Once cast from Heaven, Zillah has vowed to destroy God and overtake his kingdom. But a key is needed to open the gates between the two realms.

The Key to the gate walks the earth in the form of a woman...young, innocent and completely unaware of her importance in the battle between good and evil. Once her blood is shed, Zillah can open the portal to release her father...Lucifer himself.

Cara, a college sophomore, is quickly thrown into a world of supernatural, as well as learning of her true ancestry. Vampires, werewolves and the Nephilim are now a part of her real world. As the beings struggle to protect her, she fights to keep her sanity as her mortal realm is crushed.

Secrets are revealed that could shatter Cara’s new found love, as well as lead to her ultimate death. A family is torn apart as the battle to save the key leads them down a road of betrayal and heartache. Loved ones are lost, lines are crossed, and nothing is as it seems. Lies and truths twist and turn, leaving us with only one question…

Could you sacrifice the one you love to save the world?


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