Archive for the 'Young Adult' Category
Monday, February 11th, 2013
This week we have a special presentation brought to you by the Diamond State Romance Authors, the Arkansas chapter of Romance Writers of America.
Wild at Heart, Volumes I & II are anthologies produced by the Diamond State Romance Authors as a project of love to benefit the rescued animals of the Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. All profits from these collections will go directly to the refuge to help with the care and feeding of these wonderful creatures.
In this week’s feature, we’ll meet some of the authors that donated their time and talents to make this all possible. But first, let’s take a look at these wonderful works. The beautiful models used on these covers are tigers that call Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge their home, by the way.
Wild at Heart Volume I
Consists of adult stories focused on large-animal rescue and/or the dangers of keeping one as a pet.
Volume I Story/Authors:A Boy, A Girl, A Tiger - Cynthia D’Alba Saving Akira - Candace Sams True Instinct - Charlene Roberts
Beached - Dustin Stevens
Spirit of a Tiger - Elle James
Sunlight and Solace - Gina Wilkins
Archer Falls - Lauren Smith
Wedding Crasher - Lindy Dierks
Saving Angel - Lynda Frazier
Buck – M Marie
Storm Haven - Vanessa North Available now at Amazon.
Wild at Heart Vol II
Includes a wonderful variety of contemporary and paranormal tales. The stories in this volume were inspired by the animals and are appropriate for Young Adults.
Volume II Story/Authors:Freedom - Connie Wilkins Cat’s Rule - Aileen Fish
Salveje - Anna Meadows
Home by Midnight - Brinda Berry
In the Piney Woods - Delilah Devlin
The Girl and the Puma - Jane Hansen
Vision Quest - Karis Walsh
Refugee - Lori Freeland
Teens Gone Wild - Margaret Ethridge
Fierce Wild - Megan Mitcham Heart’s Solace - Tara Fox Hall
Available now at Amazon.
Brinda Berry on KTHV about Wild at Heart
And now, may I introduce to you this week’s featured authors…and a few other special guests. *wink*
Author of Archer Falls
Lauren Smith is an attorney by day, author by night, who pens historical, paranormal romance and romantic suspense stories by the light of her smartphone flashlight app. Her wickedly seductive Regency Romance series the League of Rogues about a group of London’s ultimate bad boys will be available from Samhain Publishing, with the first book Godric coming out in January 2014.
Spotted Pines Refuge worker Samantha Gray gets more than she bargains for when she is rescued by a jaguar in a national park. But there’s more to this jaguar than meets the eye, in fact, he reminds her of the mysterious and wealthy owner of the refuge, Archer Falls. Caught between danger and the pull of Archer’s seductive gaze, Samantha begins to wonder just how her boss is connected to the jaguar that went missing since the night he saved her life.
Author of The Wedding Crasher
An avid reader her entire life it had never occurred to Lindy to start writing until a short time ago. Directionally impaired and prone to falling, comedy pretty much fills her life on a daily basis. If you add in a practical joker husband, two adorable children, and three pets there is always something to laugh at. Lindy squeezes on writing contemporary romance, with a healthy dose of humor, in between a full time job, her family, and the mountains of laundry.
You can find Lindy’s story Wedding Crasher in Wild At Heart, Volume One.
The Wedding Crasher
Uptight wedding planner, Stella, is under major pressure to pull off a storybook wedding for a very prestigious client. Her reputation and the funding of her aunt and uncle’s wildlife refuge are depending on her. When a tiger crashes the wedding festivities, sparks fly as Stella and the refuge’s sexy veterinarian, Aaden, have to work together to tranquilize the tiger and save the wedding.
Author of Saving Angel
Lynda Kaye Frazier is an avid reader of romantic suspense and started her writing career over a year ago. She works full time at a Cardiology clinic, while writing her own novels at night. She grew up in Pennsylvania, but now lives in Arkansas where she enjoys the four seasons without a long, cold winter. Other than spending time with her family, her favorite things to do are writing, reading and listening to music, but her most favorite is going to the beach. Surf, sand, and a good book, her stress relief.
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What if you knew the truth, but no one would listen. Jean went against everything she believed in , and broke all the rules to save Angel. An injured lion who’s life depended on her ability to stay one step ahead of the hunters and the only man she has ever loved.
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Animal of the Week – Bam Bam
Author of True Instinct
Charlene Roberts lives in Toronto, Canada. Her writing career started after helping a friend type her historical novel. When she became a member of her local writing group, she pursued her love of the written word until her first sale and hasn’t looked back since.
She has worked as a Script Supervisor, Book Reviewer for Romantic Times, modeled, and now works as an Administrative Assistant at a consulting company. However, her love of creating stories for others to read and enjoy still remains her first and foremost passion.
Author of Saving Akira
Candace Sams (also writing erotica as C.S. Chatterly) has published over fifty novels. Several of her paranormal/action-adventure titles are now being vetted for movie options. She resides in a rural area of the U.S. with her husband and a plethora of pets. She loves to hear from readers. Contact her any time at www.candacesams.com or www.cschatterly.com. Be sure to sign up for a free newsletter where giveaways and prizes having to do with her books are offered!
It’s just another day on duty. Or is it?
Mark O’Neill has been a cop for a number of years. He’s seen and done a lot, but nothing could prepare him for a call to help capture a loose and rare Bengal tiger.
Sarah Thompson is the vet brought in to help Mark. She’s the one who has to get close enough to tranquilize the 600 lb. cat.
When it comes to loving animals, the pair have something in common. But will their efforts be enough to help save the cat named Akira? Or will the tiger be the latest victim of a careless smuggler?
Author of Heart’s Solace
Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, horror, suspense, action-adventure, erotica, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal action-adventure Lash series and the vampire romantic suspense Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chain-sawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.
Tasha’s heart goes out to the scarred cougar, working hard to successfully save her father’s latest acquisition. But the Russian teen quickly learns that there is much more to the great cat, who clearly understands spoken words. When the cougar is reveled to be a hunted male werecougar named Theo, Tasha must make the choice to free Theo to face his certain doom…or bespell him with the help of a mysterious benefactor to protect his life.
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Ziggy, Tigger G, and Brody Get New Digs!
Author of Refugee
Lori Freeland, addicted to coffee and imaginary people, hangs out in the Dallas area, is a contributor and blogger for Crosswalk.com, a contributor and editor at The Christian Pulse, and a writing coach who facilitates critique groups at North Texas Christian Writers. She is also a member of RWA and the winner of the YA category of the ACFW First Impressions Contest. Wild at Heart is her second anthology.
When a girl loses her memory after a traumatic accident, she is sent to work at a big cat refuge for the summer by her psychiatrist, who believes it is there that she can find herself. Not only does she discover what she really is, but she stumbles on a love that can lead her home.
Author of Home By Midnight
Brinda Berry lives in Arkansas with her family and two spunky cairn terriers. She’s the author of the YA Whispering woods series. Brinda is terribly fond of chocolate, coffee, and books that take her away from reality.
Home By Midnight
Trey thinks breaking up with his girlfriend Katie will be a piece of cake. He has a college life full of dating ahead of him. In the isolated woods, he’s delivered the news when a tiger enters the picture. Breaking up has never been more dangerous.
Author of Fierce Wild
Megan was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor’s degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and began working for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.
It wasn’t until nearly a year after her son was born that Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one morning while her son was taking one of his several naps, at the time, she picked up the book Mercy by Julie Garwood that her neighbor had dropped by the day before. During the time her son napped that day she finished the book. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!
Megan currently lives in Southern Arkansas where she is completing a romantic thriller novel series and building a career as an author.
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I would like to thank all the authors who have taken part in our special Wild at Heart Presentation. We appreciate the extra time you’re spending to spread the word about this benefit and for going beyond the call of kindness. I’d also like to thank the staff at Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge for the amazing job they’re doing with these animals and for making videos available for everyone to see and share.
And to all of our Highlighted Author readers, please do check out the Wild at Heart books. Get them for your family, friends, co-workers, give them as gifts, and recommend these books to others so they can do the same. After all, doesn’t everyone need to feel a little Wild at Heart? *smile*
Until next time,
Charlene A. Wilson
Monday, May 28th, 2012
From the time Highlighted Author opened its doors, I’ve had the opportunity to feature some amazing authors from around the world. It’s been a wonderful experience for me to meet and work with these dedicated people, many of whom I continue to work with in the writing industry. Some I have the honor to call friends.
You may not know that when I began Highlighted Author, it started out as a small blog on Blogger. It quickly moved to its own domain here at HighlightedAuthor.com.
This week, I’d like to go back and revisit those who believed in Highlighted Author from the beginning. Meet the first ten Highlighted Author authors.
Sunday, February 6th, 2011
Please join me in welcoming S.R. Claridge to Highlighted author. First off, tell us a little about yourself, Susan. I grew up in St. Louis, Missouri, met my husband at the University of Missouri, Columbia where I got my BA in Psychology. We married shortly after graduation and moved to Los Angeles, then to Boulder, [...]
Monday, January 31st, 2011
Today I’m proud to welcome, Sandra Cox, a fellow Class Act Books author to Highlighted Author. Thank you so much for joining us, Sandra. First of all, I’d like to thank Charlene for hosting me today. Thanks, Charlene! Today, I’d like to chat briefly about Crossover YAs. How many of you are familiar with the term? [...]
Monday, January 24th, 2011
Please join me and welcome Marsha A. Moore to Highlighted Author. Let’s start with you telling us a little about yourself. I live near Tampa, having moved here from Toledo, Ohio, officially during the summer of 2009. I stayed the previous winter helping my mother get settled into her house in a neighboring community. Who [...]
Monday, January 17th, 2011
Join me in welcoming Toni V. Sweeney to Highlighted Author. Toni’s writing career began during an extended convalescence following an automobile accident. Since her recovery, she has survived hurricanes in the south, tornados and snow-covered winters in the Mid-eastern United States, and earthquakes, and forest fires in California. She has been associated with the South [...]
Monday, January 10th, 2011
Join me in welcoming Linda Rettstatt to Highlighted Author. Would you tell us a little bit about yourself? I grew up in Brownsville, a small town in southwestern Pennsylvania. My first job after high school was working as a clerk for the local newspaper. The news editor knew I wanted to write and, when a [...]
Monday, January 3rd, 2011
I’m excited to welcome Anastasia V. Pergakis to Highlighted Author today. She is a wonderful friend and critique partner. Honestly, I don’t think her creativity ever stops. But I won’t take all her time away by doing the talking. I’ll let you meet her yourselves. Welcome Anastasia! Thanks for having me Charlene! It’s an [...]
Monday, December 27th, 2010
I’m pleased to welcome Rochelle Weber to Highlighted Author today. Welcome, Rochelle. Tell us about your latest book. Rock Crazy was just contracted by MuseItUp Publishing. Katie McGowan is a spoiled brat with bi-polar disorder, and she doesn’t always take her meds. Her husband, Scott, is growing tired of her mood swings and violent tantrums. [...]
Monday, December 20th, 2010
Please join me in welcoming Rachel D. Thompson to Highlighted Author. Welcome, Rachel. I’ll turn the time over to you to tell us a bit about yourself and your book. It’s great to be featured on Charlene’s blog today, and to have Tied to a Demon listed on her Great Reads page. I’ve been writing [...]
Monday, November 22nd, 2010
Join me in welcoming Michelle Davidson Argyle to Highlighted Author Thanks for being with us, Michelle. First of all, tell us a little about yourself. I started writing when I was ten years old and I’ve never stopped! I’ve always wanted to write novels for a living and I’m finally getting to the point [...]
Monday, November 8th, 2010
Please join me in welcoming Dorothy Cox to Highlighted Author. Welcome, Dorothy. Please tell us about yourself and your featured book. I’m a 23 year old college student who just happened to write a book. I don’t really consider myself an author. I’m a student, a wife, a lab tech, and occasionally I write [...]
Monday, March 12th, 2012
Join me in welcoming Carrol Wolverton to Highlighted Author.
Carrol spent a good share of her adult life writing and paid for her first semester of college with a winning essay as part of the D. T. John Memorial Scholarship from Mary D. Bradford High School in Kenosha, Wisconsin. She served for ten years as a single parent counselor in two states and also worked in a counseling position with the State of Florida, serving disabled citizens. She also spent eight years as a real estate salesperson and broker. Retiring in 2001, she faced boxes of unfinished manuscripts and set a goal of finally getting them right. She is a member of North Florida Writers, having served as president. They say to write what you know. She’s doing exactly that.
Among her published works are: Serious Survival: Skills for Single Parents, Back Bay Boston Basement, Sex, Lies & Real Estate, Living Cheap & Loving It, tomatoes in the flower bed, Method Weight Management: A Common Sense Approach to Weight Loss, and Raylaina, the story of a teen with an abusive boyfriend.
Welcome, Carrol. Which book have you chosen to have featured this week?
Hello, All. I’m featuring my most recent novel, Raylaina, the story of a teen with an abusive boyfriend. I recommend it as required reading for all young women active in the dating scene.
Raylaina is fiction. Is it based on anyone you know? I understand you have experience with this matter.
Yes, it’s fiction, and yes, I have experience with the subject. I spent ten years as a single parent counselor in Georgia and Florida. As anyone with counseling experience can attest, the stories one hears are incredible. As I write this, I’m thinking of the then thirty-something woman who couldn’t build any keyboarding speed because her ex crushed the bones in her left hand with a hammer.
Raylaina is nowhere near that gloomy. That her beautiful Daren selects her is no accident, however. She is young; she is innocent. Her family is a shadow of it’s once prominence. He slowly weaves his way into her heart to become her first real love. Her life changes as she distances herself from friends and family. Everyone sees what’s happening except Ray. After all, she’s in love.
Tell us a bit about it.
The setting is North Florida in a typical smaller community. Her family’s old farm existence is all but history as her world subdivides around her. Ray loves her heritage and her old Cracker farmhouse, but the community around her wants it torn down. Mom works long hours since grandma died and the family money evaporated. Life is not easy, but it’s okay. Her life is populated with friends and family.
Daren shakes all this apart. The abuse is not physical. It’s isolating and demanding as his darker side reveals itself. Ray does not see the signs, nor does she believe what she’s being told. The abuse is not physical until near the end.
I’m told the story is good and will draw you in. It’s my best selling work so far, primarily because of amazon’s direct publishing site and promotion. I will never get rich doing this, but maybe I can make a difference. So far, it’s working.
Yes, it is. Here’s what they’re saying:
“If this book provokes even one discussion about abuse with a family member, a teacher, or another teen, it’s a worthwhile read. The story is good, but the message is even better. Abusive relationships are all over, and awareness is the key to ending it. A recommended read for sure.”—Mila Bernadkin
Award-winning author of “The Attitude Girl”
“Wow. C. A. Wolverton hit it out of the ballpark with Raylaina, the Story of a Teen With an Abusive Boyfriend. The voice is authentic, witty, and southern. This is a story every pre-teen and teen girl AND boy should read along with their parents. The story delivers a thoughtful message without ever being heavy-handed or preachy. A wonderful read. This book will be a keeper on every shelf it graces.”—N. Jean Osborn “Elvis Fan in the 21st Century”
If you could give anyone who hasn’t made it to publication advice, what would it be?
As with many of you reading this, I’ve been rejected more times than I can count by mainstream publishers, small presses, and agents. Publishing is a tough, brutal world. My advice is simple: keep writing. Read a lot. Good writers are prolific readers. Spend as little cash as possible. Paying big bucks to publish a book is a terrible mistake. You take all the risks and are left to do your own promoting. So many of the publishing sites have as their sole purpose to sell YOU books. Too many authors have a closet and trunk full of unsold books. With websites such as lulu.com and amazon’s publishing options, there is no need for this. Barnes & Noble has their own program as well, and I’m sure there are others. When they want your money in other than minimal amounts, hit delete.
The digital revolution is reshaping the publishing world. The ebook of Raylaina is welling quite well, probably because I’ve signed up for all their promotion options and sell it for 99 cents. It’s free for amazon prime customers and will be made available to libraries as well. I only hope and pray the message in this book reaches as far and wide as I can make it reach.
Thank you, Charlene, for your help.
It was my pleasure, Carrol. I wish you all the best with Raylaina.
The setting is Southern. The old Cracker farmhouse leaks, rattles, and sags but supports Raylaina, her brother, their single parent mama – and most of the old farm’s remaining critters. The surrounding newer subdivision mocks the long-ago prosperity that once provided chickens and eggs for much of the area. Ray seeks adulthood, a better life, and the education to provide that better life.
Mesmerized by the good looks of the young man who moves in across the street, she and friend Kimmy set about to meet him. They immediately learn these are different folk. When Ray does meet him, the attraction is instant and mutual. Soon enough, in subtle ways, his conflicting behaviors puzzle her, but she is hooked but good. Becoming adult is uncomfortable and difficult. Even though she knows what to do, her conflicted emotions scream otherwise. Usually this story is told after the fact. Here you watch it happening.
Rayliana: The Story of a Teen with an Abusive Boyfriend
Kimmy stood on my front porch and grinned happily. “Ray, come see my new car.” Sure enough, next to my brother’s beat-up Toyota sat a brand new light blue VW convertible so shinny it made my eyes blink in the morning sun.
The phone rang.
“Come in. Let me get that,” I said.
“Get her outside for a little bit,” my brother’s hushed voice said.
“Jerry? Where are you?”
“I thought you were asleep. There’s no phone upstairs.”
“It’s my cell.”
“Nobody in this family owns a cell.”
“So, I do. Don’t tell Mama, okay?” Jerry said.
“How did you pay for it?”
“It’s a cheap pay-up-front out-of-date model, just like everything else around this place. Sold some rims I got from the junkyard. I don’t use it much to save minutes. Get her outside fast.”
I told Kimmy that we needed to go back on the porch for a few, so my brother could make a run for the shower downstairs off the kitchen. We both giggled. A few years earlier, we would have hidden by the back screen door and scared him silly as he raced through. Being older now, the rules have changed. We walked outside, but Kimmy glanced backward anyway, as a blur moved past.
“I want to meet the new guy across the street,” she said, turning back around.
“I saw their daughter,” I added. Maybe we can pretend we want to meet her. I don’t know anything about them.”
“All I know is he’s totally glorious gorgeous.”
Kimmy danced around all happy as we practically skipped across the road like little girls, her perfectly blunt cut brown hair shined almost as much as the car. What happened next collapsed the skip.
“Whadya want?” A voice broke through the closed door responding to my knock. A church sounding chime froze mid-chime as if someone thumped the thing. A ghostly figure moved behind the beveled glass and metal door as we both jumped back. I couldn’t make out details other than large size. A heavy male voice scared the you-know-what out of us with its force and made me stammer.
“Um, ah, uh, hey. I’m Ray Johnstone. I live in the old Billingsley farmhouse across the street. My family originally homesteaded this place a super long time ago.” This all came tumbling out half breath.
“So?” the door ghost smacked back.
“I think you have a daughter our age. Thought we’d introduce ourselves.”
“We’re busy,” the voice said. “Go away.”
“Hey Mister,” Kimmy said. “We don’t act like that in Valendale or anywhere else in the South. Where are your manners?” she said and sounded like her mother by emphasizing the “are.”
“Get off my property,” the voice slapped again.
Kimmy and I looked at each other, turned, and walked back to my porch. Jerry stood just inside the door, fully dressed, shaved, and smelling like aftershave. He shaved? Aftershave at nine in the morning? I would break out laughing, but he’d get me later. I know the reason – it’s Kimmy – make that Country Club Kimmy and my best friend.
We don’t get together as much in the summer because she hangs at the club pool. Her parents and grandparents jointly own the pro shop, which per Kimmy, does very well because of its thriving custom-made golf club business.
“Doesn’t that just beat all,” she said, this time sounding like her grandmother Gloria. “I’m still going to meet that guy. Great neighbors you have there, Ray.”
“Want some pecan ice cream?” Jerry said and smiled so sweetly that I wanted to smack him.
“Of course I want pecan ice cream,” she said, and smiled back as Jerry held the door for her. Oh, please – this would never happen for me. Would lock me out right now if he could get by with it.
With anyone other than Kimmy, I’d be self-conscious of our weatherworn hundred-plus-year-old Cracker farmhouse, but she has been here enough that it’s okay. We have been fast friends ever since first grade when she ran straight into my arms after falling off a playground swing. I threw my arms around her and we cried together. That did it and cemented us as friends forever.
A quart of homemade ice cream later, Kimmy, Jerry, and I walked out to admire her new car, and she left. We made plans to visit the counseling office at Valendale High next week and get our schedules and homeroom number early, so we knew where we were going the first day and didn’t look like lost idiots.
“Want to join us?” Kimmy asked Jerry.
“No way,” he said. “Want no part of that place any sooner than necessary.” I found out later that he slipped in on his own and got his schedule.
I sank into our oldest wicker rocker that dated back to my granmama and set it in motion. Soft gusts blew through the tops of the pines making a breezy sound carrying me back to my past and making me feel connected with my surroundings. I’m home here, but I can’t stay protected forever, though I’d like to. There are so many times when I just don’t know what to say or do anymore, such as with this bad news character across the street. He lives on what was once our family’s land – as if he cares. Little did I know what a year his behavior signaled.
Kimmy’s right. Nobody treats anybody that way and certainly not in here in Valendale. Mama said we may divorce, steal, and raise Cain just like the rest of the country, but we go to church and pray whole lot for forgiveness – and are polite in public. I guess maybe the polite part is not so true anymore because Mama’s a grocery store cashier and gets all kinds of crazy people through the line. So, what’s my problem? Things keep happening to me inside and out that never happened before, and I don’t know what to do when my emotions get in the way.
I live with my mother and brother and will be sixteen the end of August, a fact that allowed me to enter school earlier than many others. Jerry is two years older and already eighteen, even before entering his senior year. He is not all that dumb, but he remains a year behind in school, and I am not about to let him forget it. He entered first grade a year late after repeating kindergarten. “Not ready,” they told our mother.
He’s still not ready in my view. Mama said our daddy’s leaving put him behind early on. Jerry is either talking or eating, sometimes both at once, which makes me want to puke. Fish Face loves me just about as much as I love him. He was back behind me.
“The girl’s name is Mary Taylor. Her brother is Daren. See, ya shoulda asked da bro’.” His mocking tone irritated me all over again. “I met him at the convenience store. Nice guy. Drives a cool black Rav 4 and had cash money to fill the gas tank.” Jerry emphasized the “cash money” part. He said that Daren used to drive a 4 Runner that was a lot like his Toyota, under the hood anyway. He told me all this as if he was not completely obnoxious and nothing happened across the street.
“You’re not supposed to hang out there anymore,” I said, just to say something. “They posted a ‘No Loitering’ sign because of you. Want that old Mrs. Perkins or whatever her name is calling Mama again?”
Ignoring me, he said, “Daren gave me some good information on keeping our cars running. Even gave me his cell number if I need help.”
“He did? May I have it?” I wouldn’t call, but Kimmy would, despite the grinch bellowing at us.
Mama’s Toyota is a year newer, but it looks almost exactly like Jerry’s, which is none too good. Both wear a sun-baked dull red finish, and both are rusting from the top down, the way cars do in the South. Both came from some rental fleet our bank sold off for a rent-a-wreck agency that went broke, probably because the cars wouldn’t run. We own living proof. The Toyotas were the last two vehicles left, and Mama bought them two-for-one with no money down and another loan against our remaining property. Most people think we have just one car. I don’t correct them. It’s as if we only have one anyway because of the regular car crises.
Making it worse, Jerry keeps reminding Mama of all we don’t have. I can’t do it, and somehow we get by. It started raining and matched my mood exactly.
“Mama,” I heard him say later, “we just gotta get hold of high speed Internet. I’m the only one of my group on dial-up.”
“Why?” Mama said.
“I need it for my homework. I need it to find car parts. I need it to stay alive.”
“Use the library computers.”
“I’m allergic to the library.”
“I need a whole lot more to stay alive, too,” she said. “and high speed Internet doesn’t make the cut. You’d like us to have cable, too, maybe? How about wireless? Hey, why not throw in three cell phones and some video stuff to make our lives complete. Yeah, we need high-speed internet something bad. How grand our lives would be.” Jerry stomped off.
Want more Carrol? Here’s where you can find her:
Author Page: www.northfloridawriters.org/CarrolW.htm
You can get your copy of Rayliana at Amazon.
Monday, February 6th, 2012
Join me in welcoming Ronnie Dauber to Highlighted Author.
Ronnie is a published author of both young adult and adult books. She lives in Ontario with her husband and children. She enjoys cooking and gardening, but her greatest passion is writing books and short stories.
Welcome, Ronnie. Tell us about yourself.
My name is Ronnie Dauber and I’m a Canadian author. I’ve been writing short stories and poems since I was a child, and in fact, I won my first poetry award when I was twelve years old for a dedication that I wrote to President John F Kennedy shortly after his assassination. Since then I’ve written hundreds of poems but I’ve never been compelled to do anything more with them than to write for pleasure.
I do, however, have a passion to write books, especially for teens. I believe that we as a community need to encourage children and teens to read more, and I’m aware that reading has a great influence on the development of character. So, I have made it my quest to write fast paced adventure books for teens that are loaded with action and excitement but that are void of profanity, insolence and sexual content. I believe that a good book should build character and not tear it down.
I’m currently writing a y/a series called, The Misadventures of Sarah Davies, and to date Mudslide and Firestorm have been published, and the third, Whiteout, should be released by early spring. I’ll start writing the fourth in the series, Power Down, in March and I hope to have it out by fall. I think this book is going to be the best so far because it hits close to home for me. It’s about a little boy with autism who gets lost during a power out at an amusement park, and I’m naming him Joey after my own little grandson who suffers with this disability.
I’ve also written one adult suspense/thriller which I really enjoyed writing. I love the character, Maddie, and it’s interesting to see how she matures through the book as her life becomes turned upside down. This book is also free of profanity and sexual content.
I have just finished writing an inspirational book called, Let Faith Arise, and it is likely one of my greatest accomplishments so far. It’s a book filled with faith messages and is really my own journal in my walk of faith that I endured last year as I fought a battle with terminal cancer – and won! This book will be published by summer and I hope it will be an encouragement to others who are fighting for their lives.
I’ve had a lot of struggles and hardships in my life but I have to say that today, life is good.
Tell us about your featured book, Firestorm.
Firestorm takes place in British Columbia at the end of the summer, just months after their great adventure with the mudslide. Sarah and Meagan have spent two weeks with their grandparents every summer since they were young children, but this would be their last visti. Their grandparents were moving back to Bearsfield and right across the street from the girls. This visit was taken up with helping Grandma pack while Grandpa did his usual puttering around until Saturday when he and his friend, Don, went out on their weekly fishing trip.
The guys were going to join the girls on the last Saturday where they would all have a big campfire as a final farewell to the home. But when Grandpa is out on his fishing trip, he sends a distress call that tells the others he is in danger and needs help.
The four teens set out into the unfamiliar forest to find Grandpa’s secret fishing cul de sac and after some time, they move in to the area where the men are hiding. Grandpa is badly injured and Don has wandered off as Alzheimer’s takes him back to WW2.
The teens must get the men to safety and if the basic issues on hand weren’t enough to cope with, they realize that they are trapped in the forest that is now on fire.
Would you share an excerpt with us?
Just then, we could hear Ali’s distant voice echoing from the other side of the bridge as he yelled to us and then waved. We all looked over at him and I was so relieved just knowing that Grandpa was out of the direct path of the fire.
“Meg, they made it. Okay, let’s stop this nonsense and get ready to cross.”
We watched as Brad came running across the bridge by himself with his hands just gliding along the railings. The bridge was swaying back and forth and I knew that if we didn’t have this dilemma that he could actually have enjoyed his little jaunt. He jumped off and came up to us and took the rope from Meagan.
“Okay, let’s go. Meg, you and Sarah get going and we’ll follow you.”
But Don had no intensions of moving. He stood with his back to the tree and his arms wrapped around the trunk behind him. His face was white and without expression.
“We’re dead if we go and we’re dead if we stay. I hate fires. I don’t want to die in a fire.”
Brad tried to loosen Don’s arms.
“Well, neither do we, so that’s why I’m going to carry you across to where there is no fire. You can keep your eyes closed and we’ll be across in no time.”
Brad pulled Don’s arms off the tree and picked him up around his legs and then flung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Meagan jumped onto the bridge first but when she turned to say something, she stopped and turned a million shades of white. She didn’t say a word. I was standing beside Brad and I asked her what was wrong but she didn’t answer. She just stared behind us as she slowly lifted her hand and pointed.
Brad and I both turned and stared into the woods. I had no idea what Meagan was referring to.
“Do you see anything, Brad? I don’t. The fire’s still way over there.”
Brad stared straight ahead into the woods and then down to the ground. His eyes followed the path that we had just come from and then spoke in a somber voice.
“They smell the blood.”
Brad was now wearing his own shade of white, and I quickly searched the woods with my eyes to see what they were looking at. He grabbed my arm and whispered as he pushed me.
“Move slow and get on the bridge. Now!”
I glanced back at the tall, dry grass that was spread out between the trees and I saw them staring at me, wolves with eyes that pierced my soul.
Want more Ronnie? Here’s where you can find her:
Official Website: http://ronniedauber.ca
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Inspirational blog: http://ronniedauber.wordpress.com
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Monday, November 14th, 2011
Join me in welcoming Marcia Fine to Highlighted Author.
Marcia Fine is an award-winning author who has been on the Valley scene for many years. She has achieved success as an English teacher, model/talent agency owner, and a corporate trainer. Selected as “A Woman of Action” by Metropolitan Business and Professional Women, she also supports Rosie’s House, aMusicalAcademyfor Children.
Marcia continues to do what she does best – watch and interact with people.
My satirical series that includes, Gossip.com, Boomerang – When Life Comes Back to Bite You, and recently, Stressed in Scottsdale, about a multitasking mama, has won four major prizes in Humor/Satire, Women’s Fiction and eLit.
My returning character, Jean Rubin, has her own blog, www.jeanrubinblog.com.
In the historical vein, Paper Children, a story based on family history and personal letters, tells of a Polish immigrant who forges a life in post-HolocaustNew York City. It has been a finalist for three national prizes.
I also have a blog for my historical novel based on my grandmother’s life, www.paperchildren.com
The Blind Eye creates a narrative about a family expelled from Spain during the Inquisition and a contemporary Cuban-American woman searching for her Sephardic identity. It won a First Prize award.
Your featured book, Stressed In Scottsdale, is set in familiar surroundings. Being a satire, have you gotten any strange responses from those you know?
When I tell people about my latest release, Stressed in Scottsdale, I wait a beat and say, “Not that there’s anything to make fun of!”
I have people who don’t speak to me because they think they’re in the book and others who are angry because they’re not in the books.
Tell us a little more about it.
Multitasking Jean Rubin has too much to do. She races to accomplish endless errands, care for an elderly mother forced to move to assisted living, help with her kid’s fertility problems and assist husband, Maury, with a Green Party campaign that includes a snarky opponent, political corruption and environmental issues. With an influx of technology, a roof rat invasion in her yard and a robbery by the Rock Burglar, Jean finds herself STRESSED in SCOTTSDALE. Even her two upscale friends, April and Glee, can’t distract her from all the anxiety with a spa intervention.
What they’re saying:
“Stressed in Scottsdale was a non-stop fun book to read! Marcia Fine’s witty, fast pace really let you experience her lovable character’s out-of-control lifestyle…” Melanie Tighe, Dog-Eared Pages Used Books
“With the absurdities of desert living set in her literary cross hairs, Fine once again skewers some of Scottsdale’s finest while her protagonist, Jean, tries to find sanity in a world where it rains dirt and blind sheep fall off mountains. Modern living isn’t for sissies and Fine addresses the deeper issues of the environment and political corruption as she couches them in laugh-out-loud lines. It is wickedly funny. A laugh-out-loud read by Marcia Fine. Her hilarious observations will resonate with all women.” – Barb Davis, The Serenity Room
Stress Relief Tip: Watsu water massage takes the weight off your body. With gentle twists and pulls the pressures of a stressful life disappear. -Water for Healthy Living
April and Glee engineer an intervention. They hijack me for a day at the spa. They claim it’s to relieve terminal crabbiness, but I know it’s their way of telling me I’m not making enough time for them.
April’s horn toots early. She waits in the car while Glee comes in juggling an armload of books.
“Jean, you have to read more about your condition.”
“What condition?” I race around looking for my tote, fill my politically-incorrect water bottle, let out Amber for a last pee and tie a gauzy scarf around my neck. I leave my planner behind. I’m flying solo with the trēo.
“Anxiety is a scourge. Look, I’ve brought you these books. I’ve read all of them.”
“Now I’ve got a scourge too?”
Glee places a stack on the table. She shows me the titles while I stand near the door waiting for Amber. I pray Maury’s poisons and cages have done the job on the roof rats. I don’t want Amber to gobble down a killer tablet.
“Full Catastrophe Living is about luxuriating in the moment. It reinforces giving up fat, sugar and caffeine to detox your body.”
“What would I eat?” She doesn’t respond and Amber’s taking forever.
“This one’s Wherever you Go, There You Are: Mindfulness Meditation in Real Life. It has a chapter on cleaning the oven while listening to Bobby McFerrin. Coming to Our Senses: Healing Ourselves and the World. This one’s great because the author blends personal experience and science. With meditation you have to let go. When you get to the zone it’ll lower your blood lactate levels. The exercises want you to listen to classical music, smell spices and flowers . . .”
“You have to be kidding. I don’t have time to sit and inhale oregano.”
I check on Amber, tapping my foot hoping she’ll stop sniffing and pick a spot. Any spot. At least before Glee brings in more tomes on “my condition.”
“And, this one is my favorite. Releasing Burdens through Breathing. Stress causes changes at the chromosomal level. High levels can invoke ten years of aging. I want you to pay attention.”
Glee wanders over to my refrigerator. “What’s this?” she asks, pointing to Maury’s rat chart.
“Maury’s tracking his roof rat progress,” I say. Waiting for Amber to poop is giving me anxiety.
I call Amber.
“Two dead rats and one bird?” asks Glee.
I thank her for the books, pile them on my kitchen desk, pat Amber’s head as she ambles in, fill her dishes with water and kibble, then make a hasty exit before Glee starts to read me the back covers with endorsements from Deepok Chopra.
April’s examining her lipstick in the flip-down mirror with the motor running. I get in the back, leaning over to give her an air kiss. She backs out of my driveway and steers her gleaming black Mercedes in a leisurely fashion, creeping along in luxury, a German tank invading the Champs Elyseé.
We catch up on the Pet Luncheon as I settle into the back seat. They raised $50,000 for the no-kill shelter. We discuss the Heart Ball, where some of the women, paranoid about the Rock Burglar, arrived sans jewels, their bare necks and lobes exposed for all to see. And finally, we talk about the deviant burglar who has disappeared without a trace.
When we arrive at the spa they give us keys to our lockers with a plastic card holder containing lists of our treatments. I get excited when I see I’m scheduled for a massage after lunch.
Glee announces, “First we have Ratango. Jean, you’ll love it. I took a workshop when I was in Marin a few months ago. Change into your workout clothes.”
I have no idea what Ratango is but I’m sure it will be beneficial. As I stuff my tote into the locker I read signs reminding us to turn off our cell phones. I put the trēo on vibrate.
In a few minutes I’ve slipped into a large “Go Green” T-shirt that swims around my neck and donned faded black tights with scuffed sneakers. I think there’s a small hole under my right bun.
I grab a fistful of hair and make two unruly, fuzzy bunches, one over each ear. Glee and April are decked out in gold-patterned leotards, colored tights, black ballet slippers with metallic scrunchies pulling their hair off their faces. They look hot. I look like a refugee from an eastern bloc country.
We enter a room with a mirrored wall and polished light wood floors. Rubber yoga mats, giant elastic bands, stair-steps, giant red, blue and yellow balls and barbells are stacked at the end of the room. There’s a water cooler, paper cups and small white towels at the other.
The space fills up with women, some professional looking with no-nonsense haircuts, a few who have been tightened and lifted and a group of young African-American women in stylish work-out clothes. No one looks like me. We all get mats and place them near our spot. Glee and April head for the front row. I secure a place in the back.
A tall, buffed blond with bare feet wearing grey pants and a tight pink shirt, crosses the floor with wide strides. Namaste is scrawled across her chest in script. She speaks with a well-modulated low voice at a slow pace.
“Ladies, we have a real treat today. If you have any conditions, remember to take it easy. This is heart-fluttering, death-defying awesome. Straight fromCaliforniawe have the creator of Ratango, Billy Tuesday Munkee!”
A tanned six-foot man, his mustache and goatee trimmed to perfection, hair scooped back into a pony-tail, bounds into the room with a gold hoop earring and a sleeveless black T-shirt. It shows off his cantaloupe biceps and hairy untrimmed armpits. The blond hits the music on a stand in the corner. He’s off, jumping and clapping his hands over his head to the music.
“This is your warm-up, ladies. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He starts suggestive hip thrusts.
I look around. The babe next to me is jiving away; April and Glee in the front row swivel their hips; and I’m stunned. What have they gotten me into now? I try to move the lower half of my body in a circular fashion but it’s more like a square. And my back hurts.
“Move it,” Billy Tuesday says as the music slows down and the circular hip swivel becomes racy. “Cure that pelvic paralysis and tune into the primordial rhythms of our ancestors.”
My ancestors? Bubbe Rose with a come hither look on her face? Shifting her hips under a flowered dress with suntan-colored stockings rolled to her knee? Horrifying.
I look at the mirror in the front to see everyone’s reflection. We look like a smutty band of aging strippers.
“You, in the back row, put some grind into it.” Of the few women near me, one has her eyes closed in ecstatic energy and another gyrates with enthusiasm. He’s talking to me. Oh God. This is humiliating. I’m going to kill Glee. I close my eyes, stroke my mid-section with snaky hands and torture myself into wild circular motions.
“Do you want to be a better lover? I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” yell a few women.
“I said do you want to be a better lover?” He cups his hand around his ear for our response. The room erupts in screams. One women’s enthusiasm turns into a coughing fit. I yell too. I don’t want him to single me out again.
It goes on like this, one song blending into another, until the room is writhing in prurient agitation. A silver-haired woman with a spiky crew cut swings her body around emitting slight moans. Glee is, of course, a show, using provocative motions toward our instructor while he encourages us.
“Turn me on. Turn me on,” he says over a drum beat.
April looks like aLas Vegasshow girl, strutting in a circle with pooched lips, one hand on her hip.
Turn him on? If anyone saw this display they’d call an ambulance with strait jackets.
We continue like this through so many songs I think I’m going to fall on the floor in a heap.
“And now for the finale and my favorite exercise, the one that will enhance sensuality, increase passion and improve intimacy. Here comes the Bad Kitty! Let’s go, girls.” The Joe Cocker song, “You Can Leave Your Hat On” begins to play.
If I thought I had seen it all, this beats everything. Women get down on their mats, roll around, hips thrust into the air, simulating sex. Anything goes. Many of the women reach out their arms and hands like claws, uttering guttural meowing sounds. It is a display of ribald activity and agitation that could compete with the best pornography.
Since I’m the only one left standing and don’t want to draw any more attention to myself, I get down and crawl in a circle. I give a weak meow once or twice. I can’t wait to demonstrate this for Maury. If I can get down on the floor again. Hell, if I can get up! Wait ’til I get my hands on Glee and April.
Afterward, when we’re all out of breath clumped together in the front of the room, Glee says to me, “Wasn’t that terrific? It’s just what you needed. Billy’s philosophy imparts such wisdom. We don’t have to age or get old. Look at me. I feel thirty-five.” She thrusts her arms into the air and shouts, “Ratango’s a fountain of youth that teaches you to live in the moment. Don’t let your mind run you, take control of your destiny.” Then she leans in with confidentiality. “I’m thinking of financing a school for Billy inScottsdale. Won’t women just love this?”
Maybe. If she can get the Babes away from their guns.
Glee expounds as I try to catch my breath and rub a few sore places. April looks in the mirror admiring her perfect body. Billy Tuesday Munkee does too. He has a towel around his neck as he approaches her.
“Hey, gorgeous, you did a terrific job today. Can I interest you in teaching a few Ratango classes? I could use instructors inArizona. I’ll show you my curriculum during our training sessions.”
April, who’s used to male attention, says, “I don’t think so. I’m way too busy. Thank you for the opportunity.” She sidles over to us with a smile that acknowledges she’s flattered.
Billy Tuesday, eyeing April up and down, goes to the other end of the room to pack up his CDs and gear. The blond appears to check on how the class went and to flirt.
“Glee, who is that guy?” I ask in a whisper. “He could be a charlatan. Have you given him any money yet?”
“He’s perfectly reputable. Amanda checked him out for me. He trained as a boxer in Guambefore he became a Chippendale dancer. He knows what men want from women. Besides, everyone can use a little training in becoming a better lover.” She raises an eyebrow at me.
“Who says I need instruction in that arena?” I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror with the silhouette of my two fuzzy bunches sticking out of my head.
Glee gives me a know-it-all look. “Didn’t you mention you were worried Maury might be interested in a young woman working on the campaign?”
April leans in with interest.
“Well, yes, but . . .”
“But, nothing. Sensual movement heightens romance.”
“Glee, this was obscene. I can’t believe you dragged me here. Besides, you’re sharing personal information.”
“Since when did you become so prudish?”
“I’m not prudish. Just reserved. And private.”
“We thought it would help loosen you up,” says Glee adjusting her straps, a bit annoyed.
“You always have these crazy ideas and drag me into strange situations like that afternoon in the nudist camp.”
The two of them glance at each other remembering that trickery. “And you,” I say turning and pointing at April who opens her eyes wide and pushes out her bottom lip in an innocent baby pose, “go along with it.”
“We thought it would be good for your soul,” says April.
“My soul? I’m going to need my back adjusted.”
April and Glee glance at one another and give a slight shrug as if to say, We tried. She didn’t appreciate it but we tried.
This annoys me. I decide not to make an issue of it. Besides, all this activity has made me hungry. We never love everything about our friends even if we remain loyal and steadfast.
“I’m sorry I was crabby. How ‘bout lunch?” I ask, looping their arms through mine. After all, my friends want the best for me. And I am a bit cranky.
We walk down a long hallway that opens into a contemporary restaurant. Men and women in various stages of undress sit at wood tables decorated with small cactus centerpieces. Copper lighting fixtures and sculptures decorate the walls. One side is a glass with a view ofCamelbackMountain, its famous humps enlarged because we’re so close. I can even spot the praying monk rock formation, a small shrouded figure that tops the camel’s head.
We order a spa feast. Two butter lettuce leaves with fresh basil and an organic cherry tomato the size of a pebble arrive. Everything’s drizzled with balsamic vinegar and imported Mediterranean olive oil. All for $18.95 a person. We refuse dessert.
“It’s time for our treatments,” says Glee.
In the locker room Glee emits a throaty few bars of music as we mock strip out of our Ratango outfits. I show off the best moves I’ve learned. I thrust out a final hip before donning a beige terry robe. They laugh.
We move to a soothing room with leather recliners. A breakfront displays pitchers with water. One contains lemon slices, another cucumber. There’s one with something I cannot identify. It’s small and brown and could possibly be rabbit turds. Glee tells me they’re baby organic red grapes. Clean glasses are stacked in the back. A tray of freshly polished apples sits next to the pitchers in case two leaves of lettuce didn’t fill you up. No one touches the apples but a few women help themselves to the various waters.
About fifteen women wait in the lounge area stretched out in fluffy robes and plastic slippers. Some have their wet heads wrapped in towels. We look like classic “before” pictures.
At first I think no one except April is wearing any make-up, that we’re all equal save for my friend who has on waterproof mascara. She’s an exotic princess with her towel swirled around her head.
The rest of us are stripped to the essentials—-wrinkles, lines, no eyebrows except for . . . the tattooed ladies, which, when I glance around, realize is almost all of them. Their eyebrows are arched, plucked and permanent.
When I examine Glee, I realize her eyebrows are medium-brown and uniform unlike my sparse, faded ones. I squint and peer closer. She also has charcoal eyeliner, pink blush and berry-stained lips executed with perfection even though we’ve showered and washed our faces. Glee has spent some time in a tattoo parlor.
My eyes browse around the room at the lounging women. I am the only one with a naked face including flaws and original eyebrows.
“Ms. Rubin? Ms. Barstow? Ms. Lefkowitz?” Therapists in light blue scrub tops and white pants are ready to take us to our rooms. April’s having an herbal wrap with ingredients from the forests ofRomania, Glee’s signed up for the organic strawberry soak with a Watsu water treatment and I’m having a Swedish massage. Since I don’t have a weekly masseuse visit, this will be a treat.
“Hi, I’m Ingrid and I’m going to pound you today,” is what I think I hear her say with her Scandinavian accent. No matter. It’s my turn to melt into the table listening to New Age music and breathing citrus scents from a lemony candle.
After an hour of Ingrid’s man-sized hands pummeling my Ratango-ed achy body, I mush out of the room to meet the girls.
“It’s time for our hand treatments,” says Glee. I make my hand into a fist. My nails are terrible. I didn’t want another Asian assault so I haven’t had a manicure in ages.
We shuffle behind Glee in our plastic slip-ons down a hallway to another part of the facility. She guides us into an organic nail spa. There’s no list of charges on the wall like the places I go to so I pick up a standing card. A manicure is one hundred dollars.
Glee grabs it out of my hands. “Never mind. It’s our treat. This is very special. Haven’t you asked yourself why they’re wearing surgical masks in those other places? Toxins can kill.”
“Glee, April, it’s very generous of you but I can pay for my own manicure.” Even if it is five times as much.
April stands in front of a display to pick out a color from the selection of polishes. She turns around with a few in her hand. “None of these have formaldehyde.”
Glee adds, “It’s your influence that has enticed us to go green. They don’t use acrylics or perfumes either.” She takes a deep breath. “See? You can breathe. The air’s clear enough to do yoga.”
Manicurists lead us to their stations. I might as well give up. They’re determined to give me the full spa experience. My mother taught me to accept gifts graciously.
“My name’s Heather.” I nod and smile. I hope she’s not a talker who says “like” in every sentence. I have a sudden longing for the snide Asian ladies who make no effort to communicate, deriding my needy nails in another language.
“I’m going to be soaking your hands in pure distilled water and organic oils and wrapping them in a one-hundred percent organic towel. We use only sterilized surgical instruments,” she says reaching for something to push back my overgrown cuticles. If she says organic one more time I’m going to scream. “The purpose of a natural manicure is to rehydrate and seal in moisture.” I lean my head back and let her organically adjust my hands.
“Have you picked a color?” asks Heather massaging each finger with studiousness.
Color? I’m in a bathrobe covered with fragrant oil, paralyzed with relaxation. I can’t get up. I look at the young woman’s hands sitting next to me. She’s having them painted a pale pink with an iridescent flash.
“I’ll have what she’s having,” I tell Heather nodding to my next door neighbor. She hears me.
“This is a great color. It doesn’t show so much if I chip it. I work on the computer all day.”
“Oh. That’ll work for me.” I won’t mention that I unpack boxes for my mother, clean up dog doody, cook and change the grandkids diapers besides working on the computer.
“What do you do?” I ask, assuming she has a job in technology.
“I answer two hundred emails a day plus Twitter and Facebook.”
“You get two hundred emails a day?”
“Yes, and I have at least nine hundred saved for reference.” She seems very self-satisfied splaying her fingers for examination.
I repeat my original question wanting to know what occupation keeps her so entrenched in her computer all day.
“Just answering friends. MySpace. Facebook. JDate.”
I’m flummoxed as I trade hands for Heather. She wraps the one that’s been soaking in distilled water in a one-hundred percent organic cotton towel. “But can’t you call people and talk?”
“Oh no. That interrupts. Besides, I’ve never actually met most of them. We’re just cyber friends. Hey, are you on any social sites? You can join my network.”
“No thanks. But I appreciate the offer. I’m pretty busy.”
She says, “I understand. I’ve got to get home. There will be at least a hundred emails waiting for me. Whoops! Someone’s twittering me right now.” She motions her manicurist to reach into the red Kate Spade purse next to her for money, credit card and keys.
The manicurist warns her, “Remember. No BlackBerry, IMs, texting or Game Boys for at least thirty minutes. Your nails need to dry solid.”
Ms. Hi Tech whines, “I can’t drive unless I’m texting.” She slips her purse over her arm, fingers spread apart, and sashays out in rhinestone flip-flops.
I finish my manicure in silence contemplating what will happen to society when we no longer speak. Will my multi-tasking evolve into mobile perpetual-tasking? Will we all be in a constant state of communication?
I’m already annoyed when my kids text when I’m speaking to them. As if I don’t notice their hands under the table. Do we all need blow-by-blow descriptions of every activity dissected? I feel myself getting agitated so I concentrate on the top of Heather’s head. She’s a brunette with blond streaks.
All Marcia’s books can be purchased from her website at www.marciafine.com or online at Amazon, B&N or downloaded.
Monday, September 26th, 2011
Join me in welcoming Patricia Carrigan to Highlighted Author.
Today I have the pleasure of introducing the youngest author we’ve had on Highlighted Author. Patricia Carrigan is a senior in High School and resides in California. She published her first book, Antiserum, in December 2010. She’s a delightful young lady and has caught my attention with her talent and professionalism.
Welcome, Patti. Thank you for being with us.
I decided that I wanted to be a writer toward the end of my freshman year in high school as I was changing my journal writings into my own personal story. I first started to change my journal because there have been a couple of occasions where someone had come across my journal and read it, so I decided that this time, I would just change everyone’s name and write in third person. It turned out to be a very tedious job because I was trying to get in the habit of writing every day. I put so much effort into it that it would take me hours to finish just one days post, and at the same time, my friends and I were getting into the whole vampire franchise (Thank you Twilight) then, in a spur of the moment decision, I added a story line to my journal and voila! a writer was born!
Do you remember the first story/poem you ever wrote? Did you share it with anyone and if so, how was it received?
The earliest thing that I remember writing and sharing, was a poem that I wrote for my oldest brother Michael before he was shipped off to boot camp for the army. Before then, I have never dealt with someone in my family leaving home and it was really upsetting to know that my brother was moving out of the house and that I wouldn’t know how long it would be before he came back. The poem was about how much I would miss him and how much he meant to me and I put it on the inside of a handmade card that I cut out in the shape of a tiger. I love my brother very much and I put all of my heart into his goodbye poem.
Who inspires you the most?
My parents inspire me the most. Throughout my whole life, they always encouraged my imagination and often gave my sisters and me different outlets to express our artistic and creative sides. My mom is a stay-at-home mom and during the time that my twin and I had with her before we started kindergarten, we would spend hours drawing random pictures or learning new songs to sing or just playing pretend. There never seemed to be an end to the fun and imagination, well, except for when we’d take a nap. My dad, on the other hand, is who I thank for getting me interested in all things supernatural, mainly vampires and werewolves. Unfortunately, I’m not too fond of ghosts. But my dad constantly would bring home movies and I remember sitting next him on the couch watching Interview with a Vampire along with Blade, Young Frankenstein, Dracula, Dracula II, and Dracula 3000. Watching those kind of movies was just something I always did with my dad, and if it weren’t for him (and the vampire franchise launched by Twilight to re-spark my interest) I probably wouldn’t have been so gung-ho to write my own vampire novel.
Do you have any odd writing habits?
I do have some odd writing habits. Haha. Usually, when I have writer’s block I munch on something to ‘give my thinking some fuel.’ I used to munch on some pretzels that I dipped in nutella (a chocolate hazelnut spread), but it isn’t the healthiest of snacks so I try to steer clear of those… for the most part, otherwise, I’d grab an apple, a mini box of raisins, or anything that I crave at the moment. Another odd writing habit that usually gets me in trouble with my parents is that I have a hard time writing during the day. For some odd reason, I write my best at night, which is why my parents get mad at me because I would go hours and hours into the night just writing even if I had school the next morning (I try not to work so late on school nights), and usually it would be my mom who comes down the hallway, opens my door, and tells me “It’s one o’clock, go to bed.”
Being a teen writer, you’re still in High School. How do you juggle your writing career and studies?
It could be really hard to juggle a career in writing and school work sometimes, but usually I put the school studies first because if I don’t get the grades I want, then finding a good college that suits me is going to be very hard and I work hard not to let my grades slip. Any free time that I have between school work and keeping a healthy social life, that’s when I find my time to write and promote my book.
What do your classmates think of you being a published author?
The classmates that know I’ve published a book think it’s really cool and whenever it’s brought up, they usually ask if I get paid. Some classmates in my Creative Writing class my junior year actually purchased my book, which was pretty interesting, there was also a girl in the class that I T.A.’d for that would come up to me and talk about what parts she was getting to in the book and how she was excited for the next book. I also would update my teachers whenever I would have a book signing coming up or if I was doing an interview of some sort, and in turn, they would tell their students. “Antiserum” was actually popular catch phrase for a while in one of my favorite teacher’s classes. It was really cool.
Who does the promoting/marketing of your book Antiserum?
Mostly, the marketing and promoting of my book is done by yours truly. It’s not easy being an author, student, friend, daughter, volunteer and businesswoman! However, my mom does help by making a ton of phone calls for me. She will also send out letters if I ask her to. My sister-in-law and my Aunt both manage my facebook fanpage for me. You see, I am extremely active on LinkedIn, and twitter as well as having 3 blogs and the fanpage on facebook. I can’t possibly be everywhere at once and still go to school, do homework, market and write. So, I asked for help. LinkedIn has been great! As an author, you need a business network, LinkedIn is it. I also joined groups like Lions to help increase my connections, it really helps. However, I have to be slightly careful to watch out and not connect with spammers… it’s not hard and the biggest majority of people are just like me, trying to further their business. Twitter is not really the same there is still the business side. Oh and you still need to watch who you follow, but you can block anyone bad, but on twitter, people want to know about you and they need you to care about them, otherwise they drop you like yesterday’s meatloaf.
Patti’s promoting has reached Blogtalkradio.
Of the all your characters, who would you choose to have over for dinner? What would they choose as a main course?
If I could have any of my characters over to dinner, it would probably be Adrian, and I’m not making that choice just because he’s Jocelyn’s ‘hawt’ vampire boyfriend, but because (other than Emil and Vasile) I based the other characters off of people I know and, to me, if I were to choose someone other than the three I mentioned, then it would be like having dinner with someone I’ve already spent tons of time with. I’d rather choose someone I created completely.
Adrian would probably serve me a medium-rare steak with some angel hair pasta on the side and would have a blood baggie for himself, because, let’s face it, he’s definitely a vampire and a gentleman, so, knowing that I am not a vamp myself, I would need actual food rather than blood. But unfortunately, if I chose to have dinner with Emil, I would sadly be the main course of that vampire meal… he’s not overly nice.
When was Antiserum born? How long did it take to write?
Antiserum was born (that’s released to the public)December 27, 2010, six days before my seventeenth birthday, in the beginning of my junior year. Writing it took about a year, actually sophomore year, to be exact. Not very many people knew that I spent my nights writing my own novel, I kept it to myself until I was more than three quarters of the way through writing it and put a greater effort into getting to know different publishing companies, then if the subject came up, I would mention something about it or say that I was determined to get it published. But it wasn’t until Junior year that I became a bit more outspoken about it, especially when school came back into session after Christmas break and my English teacher asked what we did over our break, I was more than happy to raise my hand and say, “My book got published.”
Will you tell us a little about it?
Sixteen-year-old high school student Jocelyn loves blood; she lives for it. She’s a blood addict. But that’s not all that’s going on in her life. Strange dreams haunt her sleep; she can read minds; and she hears voices in her head. And she discovers that J.B.—her twin sister—and their friends Sadie and Nikki all have similar powers. She learns that all of them a part of a group known as the Genetic Race. But their powers and existence are threatened by another group known as the Others, and their only hope lies in traveling toTransylvania, where they must locate a special blood-filled amulet. On this trip, with the help of the very attractiveAdrian, Jocelyn will discover that the very substance she needs to survive may have become her new and very deadly addiction.
I understand you’re doing something special with the proceeds.
Yes, 50% of my proceeds are being donated to The Burn Institute of San Diego. The Burn Institute has been a part of my life since I was five years old when my oldest sister was accidently burned by scalding hot water. At the hospital she was being treated at, a nurse referred my parents to The Burn Institute’s Camp Beyond the Scars where young burn survivors go to re-establish their self esteem after being burned. The camp definitely changed my sister’s life for the better and she’s always overjoyed when she talks about her camp experiences. I couldn’t think of any other organization that I’d be happier donating money to. And I’m proud to say that I am working to become a Leader In Training (L.I.T.) starting at the next camp. It is an honor to volunteer with them again.
Where can readers find you?
My links: I love to connect!
Will you share an excerpt of Antiserum with us?
My eyes snapped open to a bright ray of sunlight as I screamed bloody murder.
Nikki and J.B. were at my side in an instant; pulling me into the shadowed surroundings of what looked like a holding cell.
I clung to the cold floor as I tried to clear my head. Think, think, think straight!
My eyes widened as I realized the stone floor and walls that connected to the rusty iron bars in front of me. “Where the hell are we?!” I nearly screeched.
J.B. turned towards me, her eyes swirled with a silver hue, “We’re in Emil’s holding cells.” She said in a hushed tone.
“What? Why?” I asked quickly.
Nikki quickly shushed me, “Shut up! If he heard you he will be on his way!” she hissed.
What’s going on? Why are we stuck in here? And where is Sadie? I thought to J.B. and Nikki who were staring nervously at the hallway on the other side of the iron bars.
Nikki’s head turned in my direction, Emil found out about us sneaking around in his study. He knows we know. It was him that came into our suite when we were asleep. Not Sadie.
He knows what? I thought quickly.
That we’re just like him! That we’re a product of his genes! Nikki nearly stabbed me with her stare.
Before I could begin to ask how they knew of Emil’s past, J.B. asserted herself.
You were projecting your dream, Joss. It was like a goddamn horror movie that just played in our heads and we couldn’t press ‘stop’. Her forehead creased with worry. You couldn’t wake up until you were finished with what he wanted you to see.
My head began to pound as I remembered Emil drinking the life from his father, The history of… oh my gawd… we’re –
“Vampires.” Emil’s velvet voice floated around the room like a cloud of smoke.
Thank you so much for being with us today, Patti.
Monday, August 15th, 2011
Join me in welcoming Tia Bach to Highlighted Author.
I treasure words, both as a writer and avid reader. My first novel, Depression Cookies, was released in October 2010 and co-authored with my mother, Angela Silverthorne. It is a coming of age tale written from two perspectives: teenage daughter and middle-aged mother. I wrote the teenager’s perspective while my mom wrote the mother’s.
I am blessed with three beautiful girls (11, 9 & 6), a wonderful husband, and supportive family.
What was it that made you decide to become a writer?
I’ve always loved to read and write, inspired by a mom who lived with a book in her hands and made up stories. I filled notebooks with stories as a kid. I found it therapeutic. When I headed to college, I was equally influenced by my practical father and creative mother. A business degree made sense, but I spent all my free time writing for the school newspaper and yearbook.
As soon as a company discovered I liked writing and editing, they incorporated these strengths into my job. I did everything from bank newsletters, marketing materials, and reviewing corporate communications to editing bank manuals. But the creative part of me always wanted a non-business writing outlet. I would sneak in employee interviews or spotlights for a little non-business flair, but I still wanted more.
When my first child was born in 2000, I called my mom with a crazy thought. I was excited to be a stay-at-home mom, but I knew I needed something for myself. I convinced her to write a coming of age story with me. Ten years and two more kids later, Depression Cookies was published.
Is there an author who stands out among the others that you feel influenced you?
First, Judy Blume. I devoured every book she wrote. I tell everyone Depression Cookies is Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret but with both the mother and daughter’s voices. I read so many books, but I find women’s tales stay with me best. I love Fannie Flagg and Billie Letts. My favorite book all-time is Stones from the River by Ursula Hegi, although I must admit The Help recently cracked my top five.
I love a story told from a woman about women and for women. Don’t get me wrong, I read male authors, too. I love She’s Come Undone and even more so I Know this Much is True by Wally Lamb. She’s Come Undone is a shining example of a male author capturing the female voice.
Tell us about your featured book:
Depression Cookies is a coming of age story woven around the heart of family triumph. It is told from two distinct vantage points, middle-aged mother, Abby, and her teenage daughter, Krista.
Abby is buckling under the weight of a husband who is climbing the corporate ladder, three daughters each with their own unique needs, a mother who is going off the deep end and family health issues. As she is meeting everyone else’s needs, her own keep surfacing. She feels she is losing parts of herself daily and doesn’t know how to handle the stress and conflict. All she truly wants is a little magic in her life.
Krista is thirteen, battling acne and low self-esteem, when her father waltzes in and announces the family is moving again. Instead of letting fear and anxiety rule her life, she is determined to survive the trenches of teenage cruelty and family issues without completely losing herself in the process.
What neither expects to find is the true essence of magic in the strength, friendship, power and energy of the female spirit.
What was your inspiration for Depression Cookies?
Moving as often as we did, we saw many families and their struggles. Losing a friend to anorexia had a profound effect on me. Too often we get mired down in our own view of life and how things happened, and a mother and teenage daughter can lose each other along the way. We hoped this book would open up a dialogue, not just in the mother-daughter relationship, but for all women to talk about perspective and how life events shape them.
Who was your biggest supporter or influence while you wrote?
My mother. My husband endured my cranky teenage persona, I often channeled her a bit much while writing, and supported my desire to write and publish a novel. But my mother was there every step of the way. When I was overwhelmed with three small children and moving yet again, she provided encouragement and advice. I couldn’t have done it without her.
What was it like to co-author with your mother? How did you arrange your writing schedules?
We would discuss characters and plot points on the phone. I would write a chapter, send it to Mom, she would write a chapter in reaction, then I reacted to her chapter, and so on. We rarely got ahead of each other. When life handed us delays (new baby, health issues), we took a break and resumed when we were both ready. Sometimes I would outline future ideas, but overall we wrote chapter by chapter.
You appeared on The Balancing Act on Lifetime TV. Would you share the experience with us?
Amazing. I can’t say enough positive things about every step of the process. O2 Media produces the show. They contacted us and made sure we were comfortable through each phase. The host, Danielle Knox, was professional but also engaging and supportive. Neither Mom nor I had ever done a television interview before, but they had us so prepared we did it in two takes. We were thrilled with how the interview turned out, and we learned so much.
Do you have any other projects in the works? Or other published works you’d like to mention?
My mother and co-author, Angela Silverthorne, previously published a book of poetry, Promises Seeded Inside. We are currently working on a follow-up to Depression Cookies. The same concept of two voices, but Krista will be entering college. We wanted to explore ages where children, particularly daughters, pull away to define themselves but still need their families for support and comfort. We explored the early teenage years in the first novel, so we wanted to tackle the “leaving the nest” time of life in the second.
In addition, I’m working on a YA novel. I love the young adult voice; it’s a great time of exploration and discovery.
Is there anything else you’d like to share with the readers?
Depression Cookies was named a Finalist in the Chick Lit category of the 2011 Next Generation Indie Book Awards and more recently as a Finalist in the Chick Lit and Fiction – Realistic categories of the 2011 Reader’s Favorite Book Awards.
Looking through the dingy school bus window, I felt the emptiness of losing another place. I wasn’t losing a home; my family knew better than to get attached to a location. It was worse than that. The persona I had created would stay behind; so in essence, I was dying. I never knew what I would have to become on the other side. The North Carolina girl was an illusion I had yet to create, and the real me was a reality I had yet to know.
Late at night, I would often think about the many characters I had created over the years. I could imagine how actors felt. They become each new role only to lose that part at each premiere. Now, through the cruelty of fate, I would lose another me. I was heading off to start a new movie, a new role.
“Krista, did you study for the math test?” Courtney asked.
I looked at her and felt the separation beginning. She was blurring, and I was starting to forget her. I blinked several times to combat the fuzziness. “I looked over the stuff last night. Not worried about it.”
“Well, I am. I wish I had your knack for numbers.”
“It’s the only thing you can trust,” I said to her. “Two plus two is always four.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But what the heck is x?”
We laughed. Excelling at school was never a challenge. Existing at school was. As we filed out of the yellow bus, I remembered I had not cared when I showed up here, and no one would care when I left. While I was absorbed in questioning my existence, chattering females in the hallway buzzed in my ear as I made my way to my locker. I clicked it shut and was heading to the math test when Dean stopped me.
He put one hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes and said, “So, you think I’m cute?”
A crowd had gathered, and I felt heat spreading from my neck through the rest of my body. God take me to the next place now. Why must I suffer one last humiliation before I am a memory? I wanted to run, to scream at him to please let me down easy; instead, I stared at him feeling like a simple bystander to the scene.
“I only date pretty girls. You know any?” he said and turned to high-five the second most popular guy in school and his best friend. Several girls snickered behind them while several more looked at me with pity.
I simply walked away. Not a word. Neither Mom nor Dad would have believed it. After all, I had a comeback for everything they said. But to defend myself to these kids, I had not one word. I melted into the scenery because I knew how to do that. This was the cherished popular crowd, and I had never gained access.
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Sunday, February 27th, 2011
Join me in welcoming author Leanne Dyck to Highlighted Author.
Hello, Leanne. Welcome to Highlighted Author. Let’s start with a little intro. Tell us about yourself.
I was born and raised in a tiny community in rural Manitoba. After trying to be a city girl I got real and now live on a tiny island off British Columbia’s west coast.
Though writing is a one person sport, I’m a team player. I’m a member of the Crime Writers of Canada, the Victoria Writers’ Society and the Mayne Island Writers Group. I’m continually amazed at how much critique partners, beta readers and editors can help me shape my writing.
When did you first discover your love of writing?
As a teenager I was very shy. Writing gave me a world to live in and control.
Do you remember the first thing you ever wrote? What was it? Do you still have it?
Honestly, I can’t remember not writing. For me, it’s like breathing or eating–I need to do it to live.
Early memories of my writing spring to mind. For example, the time my English teacher used my story as an example of fine writing. These experiences not only encouraged me to continue writing but also to share what I’ve written.
What is your schedule like when you write? Do you dedicate a certain amount of time to the craft, or do you write when your muse hits?
I maintain daily business hours–8 am to 3 pm. During this time I answer emails, research promotional opportunities, write a blog, and work on a manuscript. How much time is devoted to each task changes daily.
What are you working on now?
Turning is a humourous young adult adventure novel (very) loosely based on my experiences as a volunteer in a government-run national youth group. I have dyslexia and learning to live and work in a group was a delightful challenge.
When can we expect to see another fantastic piece by you available on the market?
Oh, ‘fantastic’–love that word. : )
My projected manuscript completion date is the end of June, 2011. Then of course there’s that whole publishing thingy–which could take a year or more. I’m hoping I’ll have a new piece available by the end of this year or the beginning of 2012–keep your fingers crossed for me.
The Sweater Curse has received some very nice reviews. When did it release? And how does it feel to have others appreciate your work?
The Sweater Curse was released on January 10, 2011.
How does it feel when others appreciate my work? The pieces I write are like my babies. I hope that others will love them as much as I do. I hope…but there’s so much doubt. There’s no guarantee. I try to tell myself that I’m not my story. If my story is rejected, I’m not being rejected. But, you know, I put so much of myself in my stories. They are so close to me. So when they do receive positive reviews I’m on cloud nine. You can say that you are a writer, an author, but it is your readers that make you one.
To read those reviews, please visit: http://sweatercursed.blogspot.com/p/reviews.html
Will you share an excerpt with us?
The earliest impressions my mind retains are a patchwork of senses: the smell of bread baking, the wet tongue of a farm dog, and the crunch of autumn leaves. These memories are seductive. I could get lost in them.
I must focus on cold hard facts.
Place of brith: Blondous, Manitoba
Date of birth: April 14th, 1988
I was born into a world of big hair, padded shoulders, and disco. Freaky.
Two years after my birth, we entered a new decade, the 90′s. At twelve, we were in a new century–the twenty-first.
Dead at the age of twenty five.
To get your copy of The Sweater Curse visit any of these sites:
Monday, January 31st, 2011
Today I’m proud to welcome, Sandra Cox, a fellow Class Act Books author to Highlighted Author. Thank you so much for joining us, Sandra.
First of all, I’d like to thank Charlene for hosting me today. Thanks, Charlene!
Today, I’d like to chat briefly about Crossover YAs. How many of you are familiar with the term? If you’re not, a Crossover YA is a paranormal with the lead character or characters in their late teens. This genre bridges the gap between young adult readers and adult readers and can fit into either readership. Yes, the heroine and/or hero are possibly younger than we are–unless you’re a vampire–but their story takes place outside the classroom and the situations they deal with are on an adult level.
Crossover is a fun genre to work in, especially if you like paranormal, things that go bump in the night and raise the question, what if…
I currently have out three Crossovers: Vampire Island, Grounded and Moon Watchers. Moon Watchers has just recently been released. It’s the story of Jolene Sayer, a werewolf hunter who finds herself in a unique situation.
Here’s the blurb and excerpt.
Braden had been attracted to the luscious Jolene since the first moment he’d set eyes on her. She reminded him of the old song by Dolly Parton, the one about a sensuous siren. Thats Jolene, in a very earthy kick-ass fashion.
He stared at said siren. He could smell her fear, sharp and tangy, and fought back the urge to taste that always lived with him. Like a recovering alcoholic he beat back the craving for hot sweet blood. He’d taken a vow. One he refused to break. If there were a Vampires Anonymous, I’d probably be president, he thought wryly.
And if the blood craving wasn’t bad enough, his nineteen year old body responded with a kick of desire just as acute as his lust for the warm red liquid that flowed through her. It would be so easy to give in and satisfy both.
He could do it in a heartbeat–her heartbeat. He could hear it thump, thump, thumping against her ribs. It stirred him unbelievably. She might fight him at first but it would be temporary. Women could never resist him.
He took a deep breath and thought of all the misery he’d caused in his long and checkered past. His desire cooled. And while her blood still smelled sweet, it no longer tempted him.
To celebrate the release of Moon Watchers, I’ll be running a contest from Jan 15 and Feb 2. The winner will be announced Feb 5. To enter just leave a comment at http://www.downtownya.blogspot.com/ and mention Moon Watchers and Julia Barrett.
What do you win?
An autographed copy of Moon Watchers
A Starbucks gift certificate
And a fun necklace that has a protective cross to safeguard against creatures of the night, a blood drop stone to remind shape-shifters you are protected and a star since our winner will be the star of the contest.
Moon Watchers can be purchased at: http://www.classactbooks.com/ in paperback or e-formats.
Vampire Island, the first in the series can be purchased at http://www.classactbooks.com/Vampire-Island-by-Sandra-Cox_p_156.html also in paperback or e-formats, or at amazon.com or the regular e sites.
Visit Sandra’s website at: http://sandracox.com/