Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Author, J.T. Baroni helps out a great cause

Santa Bring A Kindle? Help Sponsor A Leader Dog!

            J T Baroni’s paranormal tale, The Legend of Rachel Petersen, has been released through Damnation Books, an epublisher based in California. The writer plans on donating a portion of his book’s proceeds to The Leader Dogs for the Blind, located in Rochester Hills, Michigan. This organization has been training Leader Dogs and placing them with blind people, free of charge, since 1939, and they have achieved this amazing feat all from donations.

            Baroni knows all too well, both their generosity and the impact of their invaluable services. Furthering that statement, he also understands first handedly how strongly the visually impaired faithfully depend, trust, and rely on their dogs, whereas his older brother, Gene, has been blind since birth and is on his third canine companion. “As kids,” Baroni fondly recalls, “My brother and I were constantly hand in hand. We went everywhere together. I was, in fact, Gene’s first Leader Dog!”

            The two brothers don’t get to visit each other as often as they would like, since Gene resides three hundred miles away in Philadelphia. However, the times the author has visited his brother, he was impressed on how well Gene’s dog guided his blind master through the streets in The City of Brotherly Love.

            Living in rural Johnstown, Pennsylvania, and being an avid deer hunter, Baroni spends a great deal of time in the woods, mostly within walking distance of his home. Last year, he came upon a lone grave in the woods, which inspired his book.

            Ironically, and eerily enough, Baroni’s story revolves around 39-year-old sports writer Christian Kane, who becomes outraged when The Pittsburgh Post Gazette overlooks him for a well-deserved promotion. Kane quits the Paper and moves to the country to write fiction. Inspiration flows from a grave he stumbles upon in the woods. He is then compelled to pen The Legend of Rachel Petersen, a fascinating and horrific story based on the dead twelve-year-old girl laid to rest beneath the weathered tombstone. His book quickly climbs the Best Seller lists; then Hollywood makes it in to a blockbuster movie. Kane becomes rich and famous, but only to have Rachel rise from the grave, seeking revenge on him for slandering her name! Or does she?

            The Legend of Rachel Petersen is available as a download at www.damnationbooks.com, or as a paperback at your favorite on-line bookstore. Here’s a quick link to the author’s page at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Legend-Rachel-Petersen-J-T-Baroni/dp/1615725431. However, the writer warns any potential readers, “I wrote this book with a mature audience in mind; it does contain adult content.”

            The author also thanks everyone who helps support his cause, emphasizing that raising a puppy to Leader Dog status is extremely expensive, averaging forty five thousand dollars per dog.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Welcome, author Aubrie Dionne

Welcome Aubrie. Congratulations on the release of Tundra 37. Can you tell us why you love writing Science fiction so much?

One of the most enjoyable parts of writing science fiction is researching all of the neat science words/terms pertaining to space and space travel. While keeping the science part of it pretty simple, because I’m by no means a rocket scientist or an astronaut, I tried to incorporate a few of these terms throughout the book. For authors, this is part of word building, and a way to create your own unique world.

Where does the inspiration for Tundra 37 story come from?

The sci fi inspiration comes from the countless times I watched Star Wars and Star Trek TNG as a kid. I love space opera and the endless boundaries that come with it. I’d never, ever, go on a real spaceship- too scared- so I travel there in my mind.

As for the ice planet inspiration, that’s all from living in NH, where the temperature can drop below zero. I wear pants under my dress all through the winter, along with two sweaters, a hat, gloves, and scarf every day. It takes me ten minutes to leave the house! So, I don’t like being cold, and I thought: what a wonderful way to create tension in a novel!

As well as being an accomplished author, you play the flute . How do you combine the two?

I’d always loved writing and reading fantasy/sci fi books ever since I was little but I always pushed it aside for flute. I felt like I needed to explore more of my interests in life. Ever since I started writing, I couldn’t stop! I use what I’ve learned about craft, diligence, structure, from my flute playing. It’s exciting to start a new discipline and have no idea where my boundaries are: how far I can go with it, how good I can get.

To date, which of your own works is your favourite and why?

Actually, it’s Tundra 37. I knew I had to write something better than Paradise 21, the original book that sold the series. So, I worked my butt off on Tundra 37. I feel like it’s my masterpiece. Everything came together so well in the end.

Thanks for joining us today, Aubrie.

Tundra 37 Blurb

Gemme is a hi-tech matchmaker who pairs the next generation of Lifers aboard the Expedition, a deep space transport vessel destined for Paradise 18. When the identity of her lifemate pops up on her screen, she’s shocked that he’s the achingly gorgeous and highly sought after Lieutenant Miles Brentwood—a man oblivious to her existence. Believing everyone will think she contrived the match, she erases it from the computer’s memory.
Just as comets pummel the ship and destroy the pairing system forever.
With the Expedition disabled, the colonists must crash land on the barren ice world of Tundra 37 where Gemme is reassigned to an exploratory mission, led by Lieutenant Brentwood. Only in the frozen tundra does she understand the shape of his heart and why the computer has entwined their destinies.


The Seers

I’m losing her.

Abysme guides the vessel in silence, her blind eyes rolling as she senses our course, two hundred years away from Paradise 18. She’s scattered her thoughts among the stars, and her mind drifts farther from the sister I once knew. I fear the machine has engulfed her individuality. She’s forgotten the meaning of our goal, the oath we took three centuries ago. Most of all, she’s forgotten me, creating an emptiness inside me more profound than the desolation surrounding us.

If I had my arms, I’d reach out to comfort her and usher her back from the black abyss spread before us. As children, I kept her alive through the destruction, signing us up for the Expedition and winning two tickets off Old Earth before it succumbed to hell. But can I save her now?

I send impulses through my brainwaves and into the ship. Bysme, do you hear me?

Unlike her, I have one operating eye and can see the control chamber we hang from. Twisting my head, I search her features. Her skeletal face twitches. She writhes and the wires holding her in place stretch taut. I wonder what I’ve done to us, the shock of our disembodiment jolting me. Every input hole drilled into my skull snakes with activity. The ship surges through me, a vast intranet of information, names, status charts, and infinite trajectories. If I couldn’t feel the cold, regulated air on the remnants of my torso, I’d be lost in the machine too. I remind myself of our mission and the perseverance flows into my veins.

She doesn’t respond and the fear wells up from within me. Can I guide the ship alone? I realize I’ve left her at the helm for too long while I drifted into memories.

Status of Beta Prime? Bysme speaks in monotone computer speech as she turns to the corner of the main control deck where the orb glistens, tempting us with the mysteries hidden in the cosmic swirls within its core. Sometimes, I wish we’d blasted the ball off the hull after its tendrils attached to the outer frame instead of recovering it for study. We’ve guarded it for so long, Project Beta Prime has become part of us, yet we’re further than ever from unlocking its secrets. All I know is the insistence of my memories, like ghosts that refused to be ignored.

Unchanged. The weight of my voice in our mindspeak reflects my disappointment. Like everything else.

Bysme falls silent, and I scan the systems searching for answers that aren’t there.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

When a Review is not a Review

After receiving plenty of great reviews and ratings for Invisible, yesterday, I went through a rite of passage, I got my first ever one-star review from a reviewer on Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/278254425.

It's okay, really, I'm fine with it. After all, everyone is entitled to their opinion. But what really got to me was the reason why! There is a gay character in my novel. Her name is Charlie and I love her. I think she adds dimension and depth to my novel, but the reviewer hated her. The reviewer's stated "I don't do gay." So I ask, is this really a review or an opportunity for the reviewer to tout her so-called Christian values? All I ask is for a fair review. Review the book as a whole.

A one-star review is fine by me, especially when it comes from a narrowminded individual. I would have thought in this day and age that such prejudice and hatred would not be so prevalent.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Wanting to Give up Writing...Blame it on Whitney's Death

As the world now knows, we lost a magnificent talent on Saturday, February 11, 2012. Ms. Whitney Houston was found dead in a Beverly Hills hotel room. I was a Whitney fan, but really didn't give her much thought after 1990-something. Once Bobby got his hooks into her and took her down the road to Hell. But, I haven't written a single word since her death, nor do I feel like it. All inspiration has been sucked out of me...sigh :(

The problem is television and the media coverage of her death. I had to watch the Grammy's last night to see how they would acknowledge Whitney. And now I find myself obsessed with wanting to know how and why she died. It's not a morbid fascination, it's more of a feeling of loss. She was so talented and let it all go. Sometimes I feel that way about writing. I can write. I'm good at it. But I'm by no stretch of the imagination the Whitney Houston equivalent to the literary world. Still it makes me think about life and death and ultimately, why bother to write, especially when it feels like work?

Sometimes writing comes easy and at other times (like now), it doesn't. Whitney is my distraction.

At any rate, God bless you, Ms. Houston and I send my heart felt prayers to your family, in particular your daughter.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Author, Em Petrova - Outlaws of Love

Today, I'm pleased to host Em Petrova on her blog tour.

Welcome to Beyond Words.

*waves* Thank you so much for having me! I’m excited to be here.

Can you briefly tell us what attracted you to becoming an author?

I’ve been a writer since I was twelve years old. I wrote everything from paranormals to contemporaries, but they all had one thing in common—a love story. After my daughter passed away in 2000, I went into a seven-year writer’s block. Once I finally swam through the fog, I started writing again, and realized this passion was something I wanted to wake up to every day of my life.

Where did the idea for your current book come from?
Outlaws of Love began with an opening scene. The characters kept yelling at me to help them out, and finally I got up enough courage to write a historical western, which was WAY out of my comfort zone!

How long did it take you to write Outlaws of Love?

A lot of people are going to hate me for this, but it took about five weeks from rough draft to the finished product that passed my editor’s desk. I’m a very fast writer, and I write clean first drafts, which helps a lot.

Who is your favourite character in the book and why?

Ohh, you’re going to make me choose? Damn. All right, I’ll pick the heroine, Annabelle. She’s a good girl turned bad. I loved watching her transform from prim and proper to a gun-wielding vixen who is at the center of a ménage relationship!

What has been your most positive experience since becoming a published author?

Hearing that readers enjoy my books. I live for that email or little message on Facebook when someone says they couldn’t put my book down!

With four children to bring up, how and when do you find the time to write?

I steal it anywhere I can. If I’m in the car, waiting for them to get out of school, I’m scribbling notes on a scene. If I have twenty minutes, I’ll crank out some words. I never waste time. In the summer when the kids are home from school, we have a deal that they give me an uninterrupted hour of writing in the morning and in the late afternoon. The rest of the time is theirs. I think it’s important for kids to respect that a goal must be reached and that what I do is important.

Excerpt of OUTLAWS OF LOVE Rated PG-

With a shiver of apprehension, Annabelle sank into the hip bath that was filled with tepid water. She glared at the wooden plank door of her rented room, daring anyone to come through it uninvited. What kind of place was this? She’d heard the West was uncivilized, but had never dreamed that there wouldn’t be locks on the doors. What was she going to do tonight?

She cast a glance around the small, dingy space, hoping to see a piece of furniture substantial enough to stop an intruder but light enough she could shift on her own. Her gaze lighted on the single set of drawers -- tall and as broad as a man. Well, she mused. Not any man. She’d seen her fair share of stout, pasty men on her travels across the country by stagecoach. Knowing she now had the freedom to look at whomever she chose without the intrusive gazes of society on her sent a thrill through her.

Of course, there was the small matter of her escort, a newly married couple who were friends of her father. But they were often too caught up in each other to notice where her gaze landed. Now the Clarks were on the other side of the hotel, and she couldn’t help but wonder if they’d gotten a room with a lock.

She wished she had thought of the unlocked door before slipping into the bath. She should have moved that chest of drawers first. But the heated depths had called to her. After her dusty travels, she wanted nothing more than to peel off her grungy clothes and enjoy a soak. It wasn’t until she had gotten into the water that the problem occurred to her. After all, she didn’t need a lock to bathe back in Boston.

I’ll hurry.

Quickly, she lifted the linen cloth she’d brought all the way from home and began washing. At one time the cloth had been white as a dove and scented with lavender. Now it was stained from the road dust that had caked her skin daily for the past month. But it was the cleanest she had.

She hastily swirled the cloth in the water and ran it over her sticky throat and down her shoulders. Just as she reached the crest of her breasts, the door burst inward.

A shrill scream bubbled up her throat. Before she could let it out, a huge brute of a man stomped across the room and clamped a hand over her mouth. She struggled beneath his steely grip, tasting the salt of his flesh and drowning in the musky scent of male mingled with leather and horses.

She jackknifed into a ball instinctively, curling up like a possum as she tried to hide her soft, womanly parts from this monster’s gaze -- and worse -- his touch.

Again, she opened her mouth to scream.

He leveled his gaze on her, the depths of his eyes speaking to her loud and clear.

If she wasn’t quiet, he’d kill her.

She swallowed the cry, staring over his fingers with horror as he one-handedly unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off. The thick cloth hit the floor in a cloud of dust. And then he was stepping into the tub with her, lifting her and plopping her smack dab across his hard thighs to claim her mouth.

Her heart drummed nearly out of her chest. What was he going to do to her? At this point, death seemed a better alternative to being violated by this man. She’d be soiled forever -- and her fiancé wouldn’t accept her.

A squawk escaped her, and her attacker sealed his mouth more securely over hers, cutting off all noise and air.

At that moment, the door burst open again. A whoosh of cool breeze washed over her bare shoulders and back. Help me! Before she could utter a sound, the man restrained her further by slipping his fingers around her throat.

To an outsider, it might have seemed a loving gesture, but any thought of escape fled as his rough fingertip settled over her pulse. His thumb pressed the hollow of her throat. If she dared to move, he could choke the breath from her. Or snap her neck. Judging from the hard muscles beneath her, she knew a flick of his wrist would break her neck.

“Oh! Sorry, madam.” A man gulped a breath of air from the doorway. “I mean no disrespect. I was looking for a criminal.”

The man in the tub with her kept on kissing her like they were alone, angling his head and plunging his tongue deep into her mouth until she was dizzy for air.

Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~

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About Em Petrova
Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and two feral kittens and pays too damn much for utilities. But seeing her sexy husband tromp out back with a chainsaw in hand is well worth the frustration of living miles from a mall. She adores writing sex scenes and anything paranormal. When she has the opportunity to mix the two, she’s in her element.
You can learn more about her smutty reads at www.empetrova.com.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Soul by Erika Lindsen

Blood runs across the floor like a winter’s creek.  It always puts a smile on his face. As a Taker – a demon sent to entice humans to commit suicide in order to gain their soul for Lucifer – Drebin is at the top of his game. He has already claimed  421 souls and there is no sign of him slowing down. Much like a fine wine, Drebin gets better with age.

Alexia Downer is just a few months into her freshman year of college and still undecided about a career. Ally is more than eager to meet new people and live up to the college stereotypes. But her gentle nature may cause her to put trust in the wrong person.

The stage is set, the hound is released, but Dregin begins to have second thoughts about his next victim, Alexia, his 422nd victim. Her beauty is mesmerizing and her spirit is captivating.

As much as he tries, Drebin cannot bring himself to destroy her, yet he must. He has a higher, more vicious power to answer to, after all...

About the author

Erika Lindsen was born June 12, 1987 in a small town in northern Ohio. She began writing, mostly poetry and songs at the age of thirteen. Erika wrote her first novel in 2010. Her first published work entitled, Night of the Doll, was featured in the January 2011 issue of the Horror Zine. As her alter-ego, Erika Talbot, her first children's book entitled, The Three Sibling Adventures: What We Want To Be, was published by Solstice Publishing in March 2011. For her Three Siblings book, she, along with Solstice have given 100% of the royalties to the Toledo Children's Hospital, where Erika's nephew, Joey is receiving treatment for leukemia. When not visiting her two nieces and nephew, she writes (serioulsy a lot) and spends time with her husband. They have three children (she calls them her kids), a dog named Scooter, a cat named Princess and a rabbit named Hippity Hop.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Presenting XOXOXO by Bethany Lopez

I'm proud to present the cover for Bethany Lopez' new novel XOXOXO which is set for release March 2nd.
Melissa has learned a lot since her freshman year began, but it isn’t over yet! Her world is about to change again with the birth of her new sibling, and she has to figure out how she will adjust to being the eldest of five kids. She, Jess, and Jimmy are inseparable, and she is having a fantastic time although she can’t help but miss Brian as she tries to learn how to deal with his relationship with Layla. Everything seems to be happening at once and that is when she is introduced to Ben Campbell, a senior at Dearborn High, who becomes an interesting distraction as he helps her deal with the new developments in her life.

You can purchase Ta Ta For Now!, Bethany's first novel, at Amazon: