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Author Spotlight: Liz C Long

7.6.13

Liz and I have been online author buddies for a while now and she really is something else. I subscribe to her blog updates and I love reading her posts. She always has something really interesting to say. I'd highly recommend subscribing too. She's very entertaining! Read on to find out more...
About the Author:

Liz Long is lucky enough to have a dream career in magazine publishing as an editor and writer, yet still have time to create adventures on the side. If you catch her staring off into space or talking to herself, don’t worry – it’s just her imagination at work.

Liz graduated from Longwood University with a BA in English, though her professors might be disappointed to hear she reads more fantasy fiction than literary novels. She also loves action and thriller genres. This book probably won’t change your life, but she hopes it steals you away from reality for a while. 

Her newest release, Witch Hearts, will be for sale on Amazon on April 30th. Her first book, Gifted, a Donovan Circus Novel, is also available for paperback and Kindle on Amazon.

To learn more about Liz, visit her website: http://lizclong.com

Author Links:
Twitter: (Handle: @LizCLong) https://twitter.com/#!/LizCLong

WITCH HEARTS Links:


GIFTED  Links:


Even in a world of freaks, being a Firestarter is considered a dangerous Gift.

Lucy was born with the ability to create and control fire. She longs to leave the human world for one filled with Earthshakers, Transporters, and Chameleons, to name a few. When she rejoins the circus, it’s everything she hoped it could be—new friends, a potential love interest or two, and a place where she can be herself.

When troupe members begin turning up dead, however, Lucy is suspected of foul play. She must not only prove her innocence but also realize the full extent of her power. To find the real murderer, she must uncover the truth behind her father’s fiery legacy while figuring out whom to trust within her new circle. Little does she know the history of the Donovan Circus and its enemies might actually destroy the entire gifted world.


How does a witch stay safe if a killer can get through her protection spells?

Witches like Ruby and Courtney can take care of themselves. So when Courtney is murdered, Ruby’s world crashes to a halt. The only thing keeping her grounded is the return of Courtney’s brother, Cooper. He seeks revenge, but Ruby wants to help other witches stay alive. To do that, she’ll have to reunite with her old coven’s High Priest, who also happens to be her cheating ex-boyfriend.

If that wasn’t awkward enough, when the killer gets too close, Cooper temporarily moves into Ruby’s place while a police officer tails her every move. Cooper’s presence distracts Ruby as they fight their desire against their need to stay safe. Then Courtney begins to haunt Ruby’s dreams and secrets are spilled, things from Cooper’s past that could get them both killed. The killer continues to stalk Ruby and the more she discovers, the more she fears she won’t be able to keep her heart in her chest.

WITCH HEARTS Special Excerpt

Cooper and Ruby hopped on his bike and drove back to her place. She even managed to peek out from beneath her helmet to see the city whip past her in a blur. When they finally came to a stop, she untangled herself from him – albeit a tad regretful about it – and handed him back the helmet.

“Thanks again for everything tonight. I know it wasn’t the most fun you could have, but I want everyone to be safe,” she said.

“I understand. I’m glad I went, too. I don’t want anyone else in danger. Plus, you’re good company.” He stood up as he said it, hooking the helmets on his bike.

“You don’t have walk me in or anything. I don’t want to keep you any longer than you need.”
He snorted. “You’re not keeping me from anything. I want to do it, but especially because I want to make sure you’re safe.”

Ruby bit her bottom lip. Her nerves fluttered a bit at the thought of a possible goodnight kiss. She could hardly believe how immature she sounded in her head.

It’s your best friend’s brother. This is Cooper we’re talking about, a voice in her head screamed at her.

Another voice spoke up. Yeah. It’s Cooper. And your thoughts about him have never been exactly brotherly.

Shaking both voices away, she swiped her key fob by the entrance door and Cooper held it open for her. They took the stairs up to the second floor and walked around the corner to her apartment. Ruby stopped as soon as she saw her door.

“Something’s wrong,” she said.

“What? How can you tell?” He looked up and down the hallway.

“There was a barrier when I left. Remember I checked, put my hand on the door when we left? My spell was in place.”

“There was a soft glow on the door,” he said absentmindedly, as though remembering. His eyes narrowed and Ruby could see his veins throb in his neck as his jaw tightened.

“Only witches would be able to see it, but it’s not there.” Ruby took a few steps forward, placing her hand on the door, which was now simply cool and wooden. She retrieved her key and turned the lock, but Cooper stopped her.

“I’ll go in first.”

He swung the door wide open; he held his hands up in case of a fight or a spell, but silence greeted them. Cooper did a quick sweep of the apartment while Ruby waited in the entryway. He returned with Aziza in one arm and a letter in his hand.

“This was on your coffee table,” he said grimly. “Aziza was hiding behind the couch. She hissed until she realized it was me.”

Ruby took the note from him. As she opened it, Cooper stood beside her to read over her shoulder.

“Not all witches are equal. Some are born with extraordinary gifts; anyone can practice, but few are truly powerful. You are one of the lucky ones, Ruby. I apologize about your friend Courtney. She was powerful, but nowhere near your capabilities. I’m afraid that in order for my powers to thrive, yours must come to an end. I’ll be seeing you very soon. –X”

Q&A:

1) What is your all-time favorite book and why?

I think that would have to be Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. To me, it's the first book in that series that really shows emotional angst for Harry between being a teenager, dating your first crush, and of course, being hunted by Lord Voldemort. We get to see our characters developing into real wizards with the DA (like Neville growing into being a badass), plus the introduction of accepting those deemed a little strange, like Luna Lovegood. We feel our first real loss with a major character as well as the real danger now that dark wizards are out in the open by the end. It's a full scale of emotions and really sort of sets the rest of the stage for the series, IMO.

2) Is there an author you could be compared to or popular fictional characters your book's characters could relate to and why?

Oh gosh, it's probably still a little early in the game for me to presume I can be compared to another author. BookBub compared my Donovan Circus book to the Hunger Games, with a female character destined to discover who she is and stand up for her world. I'm sure my circus folks could hang with any X-Men character, while my characters from WITCH HEARTS would get along well with the Halliwell sisters from Charmed or Sookie Stackhouse and her friends.

3) Can you give us your favorite quote from one of your books and explain it?

One of my favorite lines is one Lucy says in the first chapter when explaining why she’s rejoining the Donovan Circus:

“I wanted to be normal amongst the freaks.”

Family and a sense of belonging are heavy themes in my first book and this line sums Lucy up perfectly. Lucy has never been “normal” anywhere in the human world. She thinks – hopes, really – that she can find her place in the gifted world in the circus she used to know. She’s been a loner her whole life because of her gift and now that there’s an opportunity to be a part of something, she’s happy to include herself in the strange gaggle that is the Donovan gang.

4) What types of things/people/music inspires you and makes you want to keep writing?

I listen to a lot of soundtracks, especially movie scores, like Avengers, Sherlock Holmes, and anything else that contains some action type of music. Honestly, nothing has been more motivating for me lately than to hear a reader I've never met before tell me how much they loved my work and can't wait for another book to read. It's such an amazing feeling to affect someone's book list and I'm honored to be a part of it. It's a total kick in the butt to know people are eagerly anticipating another title and makes me want to write that much faster.

5) Describe your typical writing day or week.

I work full time, so I write when I can in my spare time. Often my husband will go to the gym for a couple hours after work, so I take advantage and try to crank out a few hundred words. I also give him lots of time to play video games or watch NBA so I can sit on the couch with him and write. And of course, the weekends contain my biggest chunks of writing time, so there's nothing I like better than a rainy Sunday with coffee and my laptop.

6) Is there a food or drink do you have to have when you're writing?

I love Skittles to snack on during the process, though my teeth beg me to stop. I'm also never opposed to a fresh new 20 oz. Diet Coke within reach, but that's only once a week at most. The rest of the time it's H2O!

7) Can you tell us what you're working on right now (& possibly provide an excerpt & cover)?

I am currently working on the second book in the Donovan Circus series. Next up is an NA fantasy novel with a unique twist on Reapers.

Bait by KC Blake - an excerpt

2.6.13


Today I am thrilled to have an excerpt from the brand new YA novel by KC Blake, Bait. 

The temperature in her bedroom plummeted thirty degrees. She shivered and flipped onto her stomach. Dark hair caught beneath one shoulder, pulling painfully at her scalp, and she winced. The sheet proved a poor barrier between her skin and the Arctic air. What was going on? Had the heater stopped working?

Knowledge returned, and experience helped her tired brain connect the dots. The cold was due to a supernatural occurrence. It had been a warm evening when she’d gone to bed. What could change the temperature so drastically? She bolted upright, the answer coming to her with the speed of a freight train, chilling her further.

At the same time she reached behind her, sliding her fingers beneath the pillow and grasping the hilt of the ancient dagger, a rumbling sound emanated from the closet. The raised design pinched the tender flesh of her palm, but she barely felt it. Her fingers tightened. Simply having it in her hand had the power to calm her.

The urge to call for her uncle parted her lips and she gathered a breath.

White light seeped through the cracks around her closet door, outlining the tall rectangular plank, proving it was too late to yell for Connor. The monster from the Spirit Realm would hear her.

Bay-Lee swallowed as she tried to remember every lesson Van had taught her about self-defense over the years. She purposely slowed her breathing. It would be better if she had the advantage. With that in mind she went down on the mattress and closed her eyes. Let the thing think it had caught her asleep and defenseless. She held the dagger against her chest beneath the orange sheet and waited patiently for it to make the first move. Nothing was going to kill her, not in her own bedroom, not tonight.

The light died, her closet door opened, and a shadowy figure swept into her bedroom. A floorboard creaked beneath the unexpected weight. Her entire body stiffened underneath the orange sheet, knowing the thing was there to kill her. For years monsters from the Spirit Realm had searched the world for her. It was inevitable one would eventually find her.

With eyes closed she couldn’t see the monster coming towards her, so she strained her ears to pick up on the slightest noise. Instead of footsteps, a disturbing dragging sound rested on the air. Her fingers gripped the dagger tight. The monster swished closer. It was almost to the head of the bed now. She held her breath, waiting. A plan of attack played like a silent movie in the back of her mind, letting her know exactly what she should do.

The monster bent over her. Its breath stank of smoking ash and decaying flesh. She watched it from beneath lowered lashes. Bony fingers reached for her.

Now! She rolled in the opposite direction, leaped off the bed, and pointed the dagger at the intruder. Draped in a black cloak with tattered edges and a hood pulled down to conceal its face, the thing was obviously a reaper. Although she’d read about reapers in one of Van’s books, she’d never seen one in person. No one saw them, not until they came to collect.

Reapers could see better in the dark than a cat, so she felt extra vulnerable in the silly bunny pajamas. There was a fuzzy robe hanging on the inside of her closet door. If she could have a single wish granted, she would want to be in that robe, but there was no point in asking the reaper to allow it. The thing wouldn’t give her time to put it on. They weren’t known for their patience.

She swallowed hard before forcing words from her mouth. “Are you here to reap me? Am I dying?”

It spoke to her in a voice that sounded like gravel in a blender, a mere whisper in an otherwise silent night. “I have not come to harm you.”

“Then why?” Everything she knew about reapers flitted through her mind, nothing useful. They collected souls and crossed them safely over the dark plains of the Spirit Realm. It was their only job, priority one. If the thing wasn’t in her room to collect her, then... “What do you want?”

The monster’s eyes burned bright, yellow at first and then red, staring at her in the smothering darkness. It spoke slowly, enunciating every word with excruciating detail, and it hissed on the letter S, reminding her of a snake. “I can s-see into your s-soul. Do not fear. Your s-secrets are s-safe with me.”

What the hell? Her own voice quivered. “You have thirty seconds to tell me why you’re here before I cut your tongue out.”

“We both know that isn’t possible.” To prove its point it remained silent for an uncomfortable length of time. When it deigned to speak again, she was ready to scream for backup. “Your s-soul is a mess of contradictions. S-sometimes you s-stand in front of the mirror and s-stare into your own eyes as you s-search for your true s-self.”

The dagger in her hand trembled. Quickly she took control of her body and stopped the involuntary movement, using every ounce of determination she possessed. How could this thing possibly know what she did or how she felt? Had it been spying on her?

“For the last time, tell me why you’re here. Then get out of my house or I will find a way to tear your face off.”

Did reapers have faces?

“S-soon you will know who you are, who you truly are. All of your questions will be answered. You will find your other half, your destiny.” It paused before adding, “They are keeping s-secrets from you?”

“Who?”

“Your uncle and your father. They want to keep you from your destiny, child. Open your eyes. S-seek the truth.”

“If they’re keeping secrets from me and you know what they are, tell me.”

“I am bound by rules, child. I can only give you a hint.”

She waited, saying nothing.

“Follow your heart,” it said. “Love what you love. Be who you want to be.”

“Seriously? I could find that in a fortune cookie.” Clenching her teeth, she said, “Get out.”

The thing remained statue still. Then it said, “There is more.”

Her frustration grew. If it was possible to kill a reaper, the thing would be dead on her floor, bathing in its own blood.

Did reapers have blood? Giving in, she asked, “What?”

“Why must I tell you everything? You must s-sense it. S-something is coming. S-something bad.”

“Something worse than you?”

It chuckled. “Beware. It kills—”

“Newsflash. Everything from your side kills. That’s what hunters are for, to stop them.”

“I wasn’t finished.” The reaper sounded irritated, losing patience. “It kills you on your birthday.”

“That’s depressing.” She wondered if monsters understood sarcasm. “Why bother to warn me? I know the Order wants me dead.”

“S-soon, yes. But not yet.”

“Are you serious?” They’d been on her trail for years. Why would they suddenly send her a warning?

It didn’t bother to answer her question. Moving scary fast, the monster disappeared into the closet before she could swallow and a light flashed around the edges of the door, signaling its departure. Darkness once again stole over her bedroom. It was gone.

Her flesh itched to chase the monster down and torture answers out of it. Problem was she couldn’t remember if reapers felt pain. Following it would be stupid. Getting caught on the other side without an arsenal would be doubly stupid. She started in the direction of her bed, but her gaze swung back to the closet door and she hesitated. She didn’t want another visitor. The next one might kill her instead of handing her a useless warning.

Bay-Lee got on the other side of the dresser. Gritting her teeth, she pushed, scooting it across the bare floor until it blocked the closed closet door. Let something try to enter her room now. On her way back to bed her gaze found the garden picture on the floor, and her breath caught in her throat. If she’d been dreaming before, why was the picture on the floor?

She’d had two visitors tonight.

What was going on over there in the Spirit Realm? Had someone opened a doorway between there and her bedroom and put a sign out front saying: This way to Van Helsing’s daughter?

Adrenaline pumped through her veins. The encounter with the two monsters had her body burning extra hot. Too bad she hadn’t been able to fight with at least one of them. A good fight might have helped calm her. Now she was too wound up to sleep so she decided to listen to music for a while.

It took hours for her body to relax enough to fall asleep.

Intrigued? I know I am! Here's some info about K.C and where to get a copy of what promises to be a fabulous book!

K.C Blake
Born and raised in sunny California, K.C. Blake fell in love with books at a young age and decided to pursue writing as a career. Her favorite authors include Stephen King, John Saul, Cassandra Clare, J.K. Rowling, and Carrie Jones. In her spare time she enjoys shopping (and when I say shopping I mean go to the mall early in the day, eat lunch, and then keep going until you don't have any strength left), reading great books, taking care of animals (she lives on a farm), and searching for creative ideas to improve her home. A former writer for Harlequin, she now publishes her books her way and loves every second of it. Okay, she's a bit of a control freak.
Bait links:
(also available in print)

K.C. Blake's Social Links:
Twitter: @kasiblake

Day Three of The Morgan Sisters Virtual Tour

15.11.12

Its Thursday today and you can find me on the Bookish Blog where I'm sharing a very special excerpt from The Ghost of Josiah Grimshaw.
In the meantime, here's another AWESOME review of the book by JeanzBookReadNReview Blog:
"So starting with the cover, which I did like prior to reading the book, the scene actually makes even more sense to you once you have read the book. The sisters look as different than chalk and cheese yet we find out later in the book they are closer than they ever thought. I won't give more details as it would give away too much in my opinion.
So basically the book is primarily about the Morgan sisters, Lana and Emma. they were adopted by their now parents when they were just babies. They literally were found on their now parents doorsteps! Upon reaching the age of 16 their lives begin to change... they develop certain "skills" which is quite confusing to them. Around about the same time they are to do work experience and as they live on the rather small island of Andilyse, it is arranged for them to stay with a friend of their fathers in London. Everything begins to be explained upon being introduced to the people at Praxos. Who is Praxos? Well they are a group of supernaturals who fight evil in what ever form it takes. Of course for every group of "good" people there is bad and the "bad" Supernaturals that fight against Praxos are called "The Skulls". The story has action, fighting evil, friendship, love and of course danger! and mystery!
The book is well written and very descriptive to help the reader visualize the places and people being written about. The book is aimed at the 8+ market of readers and I feel that the book fits this age group upwards very well. I would go so far as to say that this book could be the beginnings of a series as good as those by J.K. Rowling! The theme of good fighting evil is there, but this series would be more steeped in history and mythology, which in my opinion makes it even more interesting. The books will cover many supernatural races, which makes for lots to read about. The descriptions and words used in this book are not overly complicated, so would not put off a more novice reader. Yet the plot of the book is interesting enough to hold the attention and curiosity of an older child or more experienced reader.
This book is the type that children should be encouraged to read at school, to interest the children and perhaps influence them to read more.
Even as an adult I enjoyed the book and would love to read more. This book is a great start to a potentially brilliant series. There is so much scope for things to happen, more characters to be introduced as well as learning more about the existing ones. With the introduction of the Praxos Academy there is an unlimited potential for storylines, and relationships to develop. as for the characters we are introduced to in this series I definitely feel that we can learn lots more about the Morgan sisters as well as their fellow Praxos members. I also felt there was more to the whole thing of Luke breaking off his relationship with one of the sisters...
So did I enjoy this book? Yes, it's aimed at the 8+ market and I think it fits perfectly and as an adult would still like to read more of the Morgan Sisters. Would I recommend? Yes, especially to friends whose children are perhaps as not into reading as they could/should be as I think this book would grab a child's imagination and curiosity and encourage them to read more. Do I want to read more in this series? Yes, I will be keeping my eyes open for a Bk#2 Would I read more by Suzy Turner? Yes."


The 'Look' Challenge

10.11.12

I've been tagged in the 'Look Challenge' by my favourite indie author, Shalini Boland!
This challenge is designed to help writers recognize where common words are over-used while showcasing some of your work. 'Look' is one of the most over-used words in writing, along with other favourites such as 'just' and 'suddenly'. The following exercise might help you find and change the offending words, and is a real eye-opener!

For this challenge, here's what you need to do:
Search your manuscript for the word “look” and then copy a couple of the surrounding paragraphs into a post.
Give a little background on the scene if you’d like.
Tag 5 other writers who’re working on, or who’ve completed, a manuscript.
OUT NOW!!!

Half an hour later, a faint groan escaped his lips, making the girls jump.
'Em?'
'He wants you, Em. He just groaned your name,' said Lana with a smirk as she tiptoed to his bed and looked down at the handsome young stranger.
'Grow up, Lana,' she said as she shook her head.
'Em... is that you?' he muttered with his eyes closed.
'Well, come and speak to him then,' Lana demanded.
Reluctantly, Emma stood and walked slowly to his bedside, pushing Lana to one side.
'Erm, it's me. It's Emma,' she whispered.
He held out his hand towards her. Emma's eyes opened wide and she turned to look at her sister who pushed her forward. 'Go on then.'
Inching her hand forward, she gently placed it in his. He squeezed it and opened his eyes. When he saw her he smiled, 'Em, is that you? I knew you'd come back to me.'
'But... but how do you know who I am?' she asked and he smiled.
'I could never forget you. I've been looking for you for so long.'
'You have?' Emma felt her cheeks burn while Lana sniggered behind them.
'Who are you?' she asked. He looked hurt.
'You don't know who I am?'
Emma slowly shook her head and he coughed.
'Please, may I have some water?' he asked with a hoarse voice.
Lana stepped out from behind Emma and filled the small glass from the pitcher that stood on a tray at the end of the bed. She handed it to Emma, who carefully placed the straw to the young man's lips.
'Thank you. Are you sure you don't know who I am?'
Again, she shook her head, 'I'm sorry but I've never seen you before.'
'That's impossible. You're my Em,' he whispered sadly. 'I finally found you after all these years and you don't even know who I am,' he coughed again, wincing in pain.
'Are you in pain?' asked Lana. 'Shall I fetch a nurse?' she said heading for the door.
'I... I... Em?' he wheezed as a coughing fit hit him full force.
'I'm sorry, I don't know what to do,' she panicked, bringing the straw in the glass of water to his lips again but his body began convulsing and so she stepped backwards in shock.
The door opened and a doctor in a white coat, followed by quite a butch nurse rushed in.
'Please wait outside girls,' she commanded.
Lana and Emma did as they were told, watching just before the door closed in their faces.
'What the heck was all that about?' asked Lana.
Emma looked at her sister and burst into tears.
'Em? I'm sure he'll be ok, Sis. Don't worry... he'll be fine,' she said, not quite as reassuringly as she'd hoped.
Pulling her sister away from the room, the two girls found a small sofa just down the corridor opposite a large window that looked across to Carlton Point, the highest point on the island.
Patting the seat next to her, Lana smiled as Emma sat down and leaned her head on her sister's shoulder.

The Ghost of Josiah Grimshaw is NOW AVAILABLE! WOO HOO!!
Get your copy from Amazon US, Amazon UK or Smashwords (it will be available very soon from all other online retailers)

If any of you girls are unable to post 'Look', don't worry! It's just a bit of fun! :)

Here's the five authors I'm tagging

#YAIndieCarnival - Work in Draft

2.11.12

 
This week we're talking about our work in draft (or very newly released). Well, it will probably come as no surprise that I'm talking about The Ghost of Josiah Grimshaw (a Morgan Sisters novel) which is in its very final stages...ready for its release in November. YAY! As you can probably tell, I'm super, mega excited about this new series... I'm loving writing it more than I've ever written anything in my life.
I love the setting, which is both on a small island off the coast of south east England and in the centre of London. I love the characters. I love the inspiration (Mark Killeen, that's you!). Oh and I love the cover (thank you Ravven for creating such a beauty).
I'm currently organising a Virtual Tour for the release, where I will talk in more detail about how Mark inspired the book (and of course, who Mark is). You will also learn more about some of the characters, there'll be a few excerpts to tempt your taste buds as well as a few posts by the characters themselves.
The tour starts on November 14th on author E.J Steven's fabulous From the Shadows blog. I can't wait!
Here's a brief blurb about the book, as well as a few paragraphs from Chapter One....


Adopted sisters Lana Beth and Emma Jane are polar opposites, but when the same strange 'tattoo' suddenly appears and winds its way up their bodies within days of each other, they soon realise there's more to their relationship than they could ever have imagined.
Sent off to London for two weeks of 'work experience', the Morgan Sisters soon find themselves being initiated into the ancient Praxos Foundation, one that protects the innocent while fighting evil, both human and supernatural.
At the same time, Lana Beth and Emma Jane must also investigate why the sweet but sometimes pesky ghost of Josiah Grimshaw just won't leave them alone.
The Ghost of Josiah Grimshaw: an excerpt

Lightning shattered the darkness. Not even Emma's thick purple quilt could shut out the light as it filtered through to her closed eyelids. A low echo of rumbling thunder made its way across the North Sea towards Andilyse Island and she shivered. Suddenly something landed on top of her head and she shrieked. The sounds of laughter emanated from the bed across the room.
'Lana, you cow,' shouted Emma as she threw back the covers and tossed the pillow back at her sister who just shook her head and giggled.
'It's only a storm. There's nothing to be scared of.'
'There is everything to be scared of,' she replied as she cowered beneath the quilt again.
'Oh come on, Sis. We're quite safe in here. This house has been standing for hundreds of years, it's not like it's going to collapse is it?'
'It nearly did the last time,' Emma croaked.
'That was like sixty years ago, Em, and none of the houses collapsed. The only thing that took the brunt of the storm was the pier.'
'And the church.'
'Exactly. None of the houses. Stop being such a coward. You're fifteen! It's a storm, it's rain, it's not the end of the world.'
'It was for all those poor people.'
'Oh stop being so dramatic. Things were different back in the 50s, Em. We're safe, now stop worrying.'
The sound of the front door slamming downstairs made both girls jump. Emma glared at Lana before they both hopped out of bed and ran to their bedroom door which they opened, looking down over the banister.
'Dad?'
Peering up at them from the bottom of the stairs stood an attractive grey-haired man in his early 50s, taking off his soaking coat.
'Shhh, we don't want to wake Greg and Lucy,' he said as he summoned them downstairs.
'Oh Patrick, they should be in bed too,' whispered a voice from the kitchen as the two girls skipped down to find out what was going on.
'You know what they're like, Audrey,' he said as he hung his dripping coat on the stand in the hallway. Tutting, his wife promptly removed it and placed it in the sink in the downstairs cloakroom before going back to give him a kiss.
'What's happened, Dad?' asked Emma as she sat huddled up to her sister on the bottom step. A clap of thunder made her jump and she shivered, her eyes wide open with apprehension. Lana rolled her eyes and put her arm protectively around her sister.
'Let's have a cup of cocoa,' Audrey said, recognising the look on her husband's face. There was bad news.
While they waited for the milk to heat up on the stove, Lana went into the lounge looking for candles as the lights continued to flicker, constantly threatening to go out for good.
'I've found some,' she said, setting them down on the kitchen table with a box of matches, 'just in case,' she smiled. 'So what's going on, Dad? Why did you have to go out so late?'
'He's the Chief Constable... it's his job,' answered their mother as she poured steaming milk into the four mugs, before stirring them as quietly as she could.
Lana stood beside her, adding a spoonful of sugar to her own mug before passing the calming drinks to her family, who stood sipping the chocolatey goodness silently for a moment.
Rubbing his forehead, Patrick put his cocoa down on the table just as the rain began to clatter loudly on the roof tiles.
'Oh no,' whispered Emma as she pulled her feet up towards her bottom and rocked back and forth in her seat.
Patrick put his hand on her shoulder, 'it's okay sweetheart. It's just a storm, it'll pass. Everything will be all right.'
'Well then why did you have to go out in it, Dad?' she asked.
'I was called out to the old Grimshaw farm... Josiah was seen wandering close to the pier again.'
'What? In this weather? Does he have a death wish?' said Lana without thinking as her mother tutted, glancing towards Emma. 'Did you find him? Is he okay?'
'I'm afraid he's nowhere to be seen. And in these conditions, it's impossible to send out a search party. We can't send out the lifeboat without risking the lives of everyone else, I'm afraid. He's a silly old man, he should never have been left alone in this storm. Everyone on the island knows how it affects him.'
Audrey patted her husband's hand, 'there'd be no stopping him, love. He's just looking for her.'
'Well, maybe he's finally got his wish.'
'Daddy?' said an innocent child's voice from the stairs.
'Oh we've woken the kids,' said Audrey as she stood up and went to check on her two younger children.


For more works in draft, visit my awesome fellow carnis below...

1. Laura A. H. Elliott author of Winnemucca & 13 on Halloween, Book 1 in the Teen Halloween Series
2. Bryna Butler, author Midnight Guardian series
3. Heather Self

Meme Time “Lucky 7″

25.6.12

I got tagged! Today’s post is the Lucky 7 post; I was tagged by Liz Long, author of Gifted.

Here’s how it works:
Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
Go to line 7
Copy down the next seven lines/sentences exactly as they are
Tag 7 other authors

This excerpt is from page 77 of The Lost Soul:

"It is impossible to pass," whispered Zalea, gripping Jack's hand tightly.
"You're right," he said looking around. "But there is one way through," he said, pointing to the river beside them. "We shall have to travel by water."
"But we cannot swim for such a length of time. We'll drown."
Jack shook his head and released his grip on her hand, "We can build a raft," he said turning back from where they had come. "We passed some trees a little earlier and these reeds will do to bind them together."
Zalea shrugged her shoulders helplessly, "I guess it's our only option."

Intrigued?

And now I need to choose 7 authors to do the same! Hmm? I have so many awesome author pals to tag... who to choose? I know... here goes... But don't worry if you're too busy to play ;)

#YAIndieCarnival: Round Robin/WIPs

8.6.12


This week, many of my fellow YA Indie Carnis are hosting a special Round Robin of short stories that has been going in and out of their inboxes for the past few weeks. Sadly, due to prior work commitments, I was unable to take part so instead I am going to post an excerpt of my WIP. It's not YA Urban Fantasy but Chick Lit. This is by no means finished, it has yet to be completed and yet to be edited and proofread so do bear with me if you spot any awful errors!!
The novel is entitled Forever Fredless. Deep breath... so here goes...

Forever Fredless: an (as yet unedited) excerpt
Standing perfectly still, I watched how they danced all around me, arms and legs flinging around like puppets dressed in high top trainers, faded jeans and over sized brightly coloured T-shirts. Their parents stood some distance from the dance floor., chatting, drinking and taking photos of their beloved children.
But I couldn't stand still for long. The moment the next song began, a giggle burst from my lips and I jumped upwards, fists banging an imaginary ceiling above my head. As the music began to speed up, I began to join in the fun.
Singing along and dancing to the tones of Right Said Fred's I'm Too Sexy, I felt something gently brush up against my back. When I turned around, I lost my breath as butterflies exploded from deep within my stomach. The most beautiful boy stared back at me. His eyes were deep blue and his jet black hair brushed just above his slim shoulders, while his high cheekbones were flushed a deep pink.
It was as though all the other kids disappeared in that very second. It was just the two of us, standing still, silently staring into each other’s eyes. I felt ever so slightly giddy and light headed that my face flushed every shade of pink, but I just couldn’t look away. My body felt as if it would to melt into the floor at any moment. Even now, twenty years later, that moment continues to be the most overwhelming experience of my life.
Suddenly life fast forwarded again as my dad appeared out of nowhere. Grabbing my hand, he gently pulled me away from the dance floor, “come on sweetheart, it’s time to go. Your mum’s waiting for us outside”.
As we reached the exit, I pulled my hand from his and turned to look back but the boy had vanished. The song had changed and kids were now dancing around to the sounds of Snap's Rhythm Is A Dancer. It had been one of my favourite songs at the time but it was soon replaced by another. One I would never forget: I'm Too Sexy.
I scanned the crowd, but the boy was no longer there. I stood still, looking to see if he'd found someone else to dance with but I couldn't see him anywhere. My dad grasped hold of my hand again and tugged me gently. "Come on," he said above the thud of the music.
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Mum stood outside in the drizzle, puffing away on a cigarette, “darling you were fantastic. My lovely little dancing Kate”, she whispered as she bent down and hugged me and kissed my cheek. I could smell tobacco and alcohol on her breath. She must have had another fight with dad. Arguments were pretty much the norm in those days but I tried to block them from memory. I’d rather remember all the fun times we’d had together. Although looking back now; they were pretty few and far between. I should have known at the time what was about to happen. Mind you, I was only eight. A mature eight but still, I shouldn’t have had to worry about things like that.
“You two wait here, I’ll just pop round and fetch the car. Just hold on a minute. I’ll be right back”, dad said in a poor attempt to sound cheerful.
Moments later, the car drove up beside us and I climbed into the back seat. Just as mum slammed her door, I looked out of the window and there he was, standing by the side of our faded red Peugeot as the engine chugged into motion. He was staring at me with such a sad expression on his face with a flower in his hand. He must have disappeared outdoors to go and pick one for me. Glancing from his eyes down to his hands, I saw that it was a bright yellow daffodil.
The car began to lurch forward, so I climbed onto my knees, turned around and looked out of the rear window. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears. I pushed my hand against the glass and a single tear slid slowly down my face. He held up his hand and casually rubbed his eye, as if he was rubbing away a tear, too. Our eyes locked on each other’s just for a moment, until the car turned the corner, and he was gone. Out of my life.

For the Round Robin and possibly other excerpts of WIPs, check out my awesome fellow carnis...
1. Laura A. H. Elliott author of Winnemucca & 13 on Halloween, Book 1 in the Teen Halloween Series
2. Bryna Butler, author Midnight Guardian series
3. Heather Self
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