Saturday, May 18, 2013

A Few Lines More...


It’s that time again.  Time for a few lines.  Let’s go visit Savannah, shall we?  And  Resurrection…

“G. Who the hell is he?”

“His name is Legion.”

“Very funny. What’s his name?”

“Legion. That’s the name he’s using.”

“Damn. He thinks he’s that good?”

“Or that bad. All we got right now, we’re still working on the original name. Kind of in a bind here, if we knew the real name, it’d help discover what other power he has that he needs to intensify. And if we knew his other powers, it’d probably be a lot easier to come up with his real name. Whatever it is, it’s something that really helps if you’re running a scam. Old Ollie was a garden variety medium with a touch of pre-cog. Both of which could be useful scams to run. What powers does Ariel actually have?”




And a few lines from Exposure, an erotic thriller by Lisabet Sarai...

The back door, I discover, is unlocked. I’m one hundred percent certain I didn’t 
leave it that way. Carefully, keeping my body behind the door, I scan the yard. 
The light filtering from the kitchen windows is bright enough for me to see that there is no one in my little square of turf. It also shows me crushed tomato 
plants and bean vines torn from their trellises, clearly marking the intruder’s escape route.

At that point, my rage finally overwhelms my fear. I pour myself a finger of scotch and sit at the kitchen table, simmering in helpless anger and vowing some kind of revenge.

Then a horrible thought crosses my mind. Jimmy knew I would be out tonight. He was the only one who knew. Was it possible that he was involved in all this, somehow? Is it possible that smiling Jimmy might have betrayed me?

The balance shifts again. Shudders shake my body. Sitting alone under the fluorescent lights, gripping my drink, I am paralyzed by the realization that I don’t know who I can trust. If anyone.


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Sunday, May 12, 2013

Modern Day Magic...


You know, as a writer I’ve never been worried about what genre a book falls into.  A story occurs to me. Or sometimes a character or two just up and walks into my head and starts talking. Or I see the name of a creek or a town as I’m riding down the road and that name just begs to be used.  One thing I have learned, though.  Somewhere, someplace, in all my work there’ll be a hint of otherworldly—magic.  

          But once that magic translates itself onto words typed on pages of blank computer screen and is winging its way to my publisher, another type of magic takes over.  The magic of our cover artist, who takes my descriptions of setting, of characters, and puts together a cover that just captures the absolute essence—the feel—of the book I’ve poured my soul into over the last few months. (Or sometimes, the last years.) At Books We Love our publishers and cover artist work together to produce magic on a regular basis.  And the end results just knock all of us out.  Sometimes they even trigger the next book.

          Take my War-N-Wit, Inc. series, for example.  Yes, I’d planned for that to be a series. What I didn’t plan on was how very much the first cover would affect the as-yet-to-be written future books.  See, one of my publishers who shall be nameless (but whose initials are Jude Pittman) works with us and our cover artist Michelle Lee to produce the best covers possible.  And the cover of The Witch just knocked me down.  I mean it knocked me down.  It’s just so absolutely perfect for that book.  I fell in love with the models they’d picked to portray Chad and Ariel and I fell in love with that image of the black cat perched on top of my name. 

          Now, the thing is, we all knew at the time this would be a series.  And it made sense to do more than one cover while we were at it, seeing as how they’d need the same models, and especially seeing as how Michelle made me that wonderful banner used in the center of each cover, the one with the witch on the broomstick (which I’m advised by many of those nearest and dearest to me is just too damn close to my real personality for comfort and I’m not talking about the magical aspect).  I had a basic plot for each, not fully fleshed out, but on its way.  I saw one of the pictures of “Chad” proposed for Resurrection and just hollered.  Jude and I are clear across a continent from each other but I’m pretty sure she could hear me anyway.  “I have to have that picture!  The one with him holding the necklace!  It’s perfect!  I can use that! In the plot!”  And I did.  Without revealing too much, I’ll tell you the necklace on the cover is the Tear of Isis and it’s pivotal to the plot of Resurrection

          And then there’s that black cat that showed up on the first cover.  Well, Jude and Michelle had the absolutely brilliant idea of using him on all the War-N-Wit covers. So they did.  He moves around a lot.  Don’t look for him in the same spot, but oh, yeah, he’s there.  In all of them.  He follows them.  And thus was born Micah, Ariel’s black cat.  He’s in both Resurrection and The Coven, but like the Tear of Isis, he’s absolutely pivotal  to the plot of Resurrection.  He’s been a huge hit with the readers and no War-N-Wit would ever be complete without him now. Nor would I ever even consider leaving him out of one.

          Now, The Dark Series, well, those are an entirely different type of book.  In essence, they’re my dark love song to my home town, both as it exists now and as it existed in 1888. The town itself, and especially a few of its landmarks, are almost characters themselves.  And the most important one is Rose Arbor Cemetery, based on a very real cemetery in my very real town, a very old one with great historical significance. And lots of mausoleums.  We found a picture of an old cemetery depicting two separate mausoleums that could easily be found in Rose Arbor’s realtime alter-ego, and Michelle used a different angle of that picture highlighting one of the structures on The Color of Seven and the other on The Color of Dusk.  And then for the combined series set, she offset the two covers to compliment each other so gorgeously that I still stop and stare every time I pass them.  (Yes. My covers are framed and on my bedroom wall.  Yes.  All of them.  All eight.  It took me twenty years to publish a book, so sue me.) 

          But Books We Love never stops supporting its writers.  Never stops thinking of ways to help them showcase their work.  So last night, an email came in from one of my publishers who shall be nameless (but whose initials are Jamie Hill) with a note:  “Michelle made these for your series.  They’re really neat. Check it out.”  Neat?  They’re neat?  I direct your attention to the top of this blog.  To the covers that keep flipping from one cover to the next.  To the first post in the columns of this blogsite wherein those gifts will remain in perpetuity.  (Sorry.  I’m a paralegal in my day job.  Sometimes the jargon still comes through.)  Now I ask you—would you call that neat?  Personally, I call that awesome.

          I do, as a matter of fact, have the cover waiting for me for my WIP (you know, I’d been in the publishing world for almost a year before I finally figured out that stood for work in progress), and it absolutely blows me away with its stark simplistic imagery. I don’t think any cover could fit that book and title (which is Black Turkey Walk, just in case anybody wants to make a note) more perfectly, and I can’t wait to debut it to the world.  Which means I’d best be getting back to it.  No new books, no new covers.  And those things are addictive, you know?

Friday, May 10, 2013

A Few Lines in Celebration of TFIF!



TGIF!  And let’s have a few lines in celebration, what do you say?  First, from The Dark Series:  The Color of Seven:

He walked up to a little backwoods Alabama black Church. Seven Cedars Baptist. It stood right outside Seven Cedars, Alabama. He laughed. “Be you de sebbenth son of a sebbenth son, boy?” Well, maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. Sounded good, though. He went inside to join the ongoing service. Within a month, he’d collected a group of ten or so of the black community’s finest young men. He met with them down by the banks of Seven Cedar Creek.

“My name be Cain,” he announced. “An’ my color be sebben.”





…Followed by a few lines from. . . A Novel Murder by Ginger Simpson

“I’m going to resign!”
 
 “Resign?” Naomi’s mouth gaped.

“God, you sound just like Tony. Relax. Not right at the moment, but as soon as our current cases are solved. I can’t walk away when women...one of which I’ve met, are losing their lives.”

“So, have you really thought this through?”

“You have no idea. I actually made some progress on my novel tonight, but my muse isn’t cooperating because I can’t stop thinking about Kitten and Persia.”

“When did you get cats?”
“Oh, Nay. Those are the stripper names of the two dead women.”

“Hmm, yeah now I remember. Sorry, guess I had a memory lapse. So more about this resignation thing...”

“I have my writing to fall back on, and my editor thinks this next story is going to be the one that makes me big bucks. I’m making out pretty good on the first, but I love to write, so being free of the force will give me the time I need.”


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Saturday, April 27, 2013

A Few Lines More...



Time again for a few lines from…

And today, let’s fly over the rainbow with Tess Ames of Miami Days & Truscan (K)nights…

Dalph stopped at the top of the hill. I turned my head around to catch his expression. It was full of fierce pride, of pleasure at his homecoming, of dedication. Johnny was absolutely right. Dalph lived for this country. And based on knowledge gleaned from my entire twenty-four hours of residency, I was sure that one day he would almost certainly die for it.
Johnny pulled up beside us.
“Well?”
“I ain’t in Kansas anymore,” I said.
He laughed. “Damn sure ain’t, baby girl.”

And visit a few minutes with Sydell Voeller and The Fisherman’s Daughter…



"So you're a cop," she said, meeting his stunningly blue eyes, noting the breeze ripple through his hair. He certainly fit the stereotype. Broad shouldered and strong. Opened black leather jacket with the collar turned up. An incredible heart-stopper with his sophisticated good looks. But cops were the worst choice for a husband, she reminded herself--even if she were looking for one, which she definitely was not. Cops lived in the fast track. With violence. And danger. Cops were gunned down every day.

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Sunday, April 21, 2013

A Few More Lines From...



How ‘bout a few more teasers?  Those few lines that hopefully, makes a reader want to devour a book?



From the Dark Series, Book 1, The Color of Seven:


 Where he came from, no one knew. He didn’t know himself. Sometimes he thougtht he’d merely sprung, full-grown, from the depths of the deepest swamps, the darkest bayous, of Louisiana. No one remembers babyhood and early childhood consists of bright splashes of color highlighting fields of darkness stretching gradually into full memory, but Cain remembered no bright splashes. 


And from Snatched by Vijaya Schartz:



There, in the bright light, walked a tall muscular man, young, his long blond hair framing a tan face with icy gray eyes... The visage of Adonis on Hercules’ body.

Zania’s gaze roamed over the regular lines of his jaw, the full, sensual lips, dimpled chin, down the expanse of his hairless pectorals, and stopped on the leather cod piece embossed with Tor’s hammer. That’s all he wore. So, he was a Viking.

 

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