Saturday, June 8, 2013

Guest Post by Author Michelle Birbeck

I'm so excited to bring to you a guest post by Michelle Birbeck, author of The Keepers' Chronicles: The Last Keeper and the newly released sequel, Last Chance.

I love Michelle's writing, and I'm in total awe in how quickly she can write a novel. So, I asked Michelle what her writing process was like for Last Chance.


The Why and How Behind the What
by
Michelle Birbeck

Everyone has a story behind their book. The why behind the writing. The reasons for putting fingers to keyboard and slogging through hours of editing, marketing, and formatting.

For some it is the thrill of the chase, a challenge to create something new, explore different ways of describing a fictional world. For others it is a love of the characters that brings them back to their worlds again and again.

When I started writing Last Chance, I had one thought in mind: there is more to the story. More than the romance in The Last Keeper, and more that the world I had created had to offer.

After the world building of book one, and with the stage firmly set, it became time to play. Everything is now in place: the races, the weaknesses and strengths, the love story. Everything is there, ready, waiting, and just begging to be played with.

The question is, where to start? With a world filled with five different races that span the breadth of time and where anything is possible, how exactly do you start playing?

My answer, and the start of the book, was simple. How far can someone be pushed before they break? What are the limits of someone who has been there, seen it all, and lived through the death of everyone she loves? After all, everyone has limits.

This is where I have to reign in my excitement. Being able to play with the characters, torture them, push them, and put them through hell, is what I live for. I am absolutely in love with taking things as far as they can go, and then throwing my characters off the proverbial edge and straight into the abyss. With me, the abyss doesn’t so much as stare back if you look too long, as crawls out and visits you in the night.

During my English Literature A Level our tutor told us of a theory states that without the bad in life we can never appreciate the good. If our lives run along the same level of good/bad then we don’t appreciate how bad things can get and how good everything can be. This is something I took to heart and applied to everything I write. In both directions. From being happier than my characters have ever been and tearing it all apart, to them waking up in hell and ending up in love.

And that is the premise behind Last Chance. That is the reason I sat down and said, I’m going to do this, and this is how it is going to go.

But I didn’t start with a plan. There was no list of events that were going to happen of list of chapters that I wanted to write. When I started writing the book I had one image. The records had been stolen. Family trees with all the information of every Keeper alive, missing.

From there I had to think how, why, who, and what was going to be the outcome of this theft. However, most of the intricate details of the book came as I wrote it. Little bits that crop up I had no idea about until I was actually writing them. As is the case with most of what I write. It is rare that I have any kind of chapter plan until at least half way through the book.

My mind churns when I write, going over all the possibilities and outcomes of every decision. There are twists and turns that present themselves that never make it into the book, and those that do. Either way, the writing process for me, and for this book especially, is an exciting one. Almost as though I am a reader reading the book for the first time, gasping at all the shocks, crying at the emotions, and cursing when the reveal finally happens.

One part that comes to mind in Last Chance specifically is a scene later in the book where Serenity is looking through someone’s memories. I sat at my computer, eyes closed (I touch type and one of my party tricks is writing with my eyes closed), writing the scene as Serenity follows someone’s memories through the trees.

Suddenly there was a face. I could see the setting in my mind. Towering trees clustered together. Feet pounding beneath me as I watched the memory along with Serenity. And bam! There is was. A face in the trees.

I jumped.

Sat at my computer, so focused on a fictional world that to me it was no longer fictional, and the shock of seeing that face there had me pausing because it had startled me so much.

Yet I wouldn’t change my methods for the world. It means a lot of editing sometimes to make sure all the stories are straight, but being able to live the world right along with my characters and see what they see as they see it… It’s what makes writing fun.

As for why there was a face in the trees and whether that made it into the final cut, you’ll have a long journey with plenty of ups and downs to get there.

Buy Lash Chance now at Amazon.


Sunday, May 19, 2013

New Release! Tragic by J.A. Huss





TRAGIC: Rook and Ronin, #1 
By J. A. Huss
New Adult Contemporary Romance
Published May 15, 2013
Science Future Press

DESCRIPTION:


Rook Walsh is TRAGIC

Because life so far – just sucks. Some girls get parents. Rook got the foster care system. Some girls get Prince Charming. Rook got an abusive frog. Some girls get lucky…

Rook got a second chance.

And she took it. Because when fate throws you a bone – you grab it with both hands and run.

Antoine Chaput knows the minute he spies Rook in his photography studio that she’s got The Look. The dark and desperate look he must have to land the exclusive TRAGIC media contract.

Rook is paired up with top model, Ronin, and he’s everything her abusive ex-boyfriend wasn’t. Patient, gentle, happy, attentive, and sexy! He knows exactly what to do to make Rook blush for Antoine’s camera.

Rook’s luck changes in an instant and suddenly she’s the darling of the modeling world. It’s a dream job to go with a dream guy and all she has to do is look pretty and follow directions. But there’s always a price to pay – and Rook is about to get the bill.

New Adult Contemporary Romance *Mature Content* Recommended for ages 17+ due to sexual situations and language usage

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label).

She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.

AUTHOR LINKS:
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EXCERPT:
Antoine's camera is on Ronin's left, so Ronin's left hand begins to caress my foot with small circles, a touch so light it actually makes me squirm because my feet are totally ticklish. He takes the hint and slowly sweeps up my calf, which is just about the most sensual feeling I've ever experienced. I moan out a little and his bruising kisses are back, crushing against my mouth.


Just as Antoine takes his attention to our lips Ronin's right hand also begins at my foot, swirling his fingertips around the soft pad of my arch. I laugh into his mouth and he pulls me close, my hair hiding our faces for a moment, and says, "Shhhh, now. Be good, Gidge." And then his right hand sweeps up my leg and under my dress, caressing the same small circles along my inner thigh.


"Oh, shit," I whimper as I bury myself in his neck. Just a few more inches and I'm going to come undone. My neck tilts back as the sensations all crash together and he takes his kisses to my plunging neckline, his left hand, the one still out in the open, slips up to my breast just as the hidden hand drops down a little farther, just a flutter of a touch against my crease.


He reaches over, not with the hidden hand, and picks up a glass of wine and hands it to me.


My fingertips barely understand what to do with the glass because the only thing on my mind is where his other hand is. We each take a sip and then he bites into a cherry, taking half of it in his mouth, and spits out the pit.


Antoine barks something harsh in French and Ronin laughs. "It's a fucking pit, Antoine, it's notlitter." He rolls his eyes at me. "Sit still now, Rook, and keep your mouth closed for a moment."


My mind is still on his fingers as they caress my inner thigh, but I do my best not to squirm.


He brings the cherry to my lips and I keep my mouth closed. This makes him smile and then he traces my lips, dripping juice as he paints them. I'm just about to let my tongue dart out and get the juice when Ronin's mouth reaches up and licks it off, stopping to suck on my bottom lip, and then gives it a little nibble that makes me cry out.


He bites into another cherry and again, to Antoine's disgust, woofs out the pit into the grass. Spitting is a skill only boys really acquire. They are so good at it. It might gross out Antoine, but not me. I think just about everything Ronin is doing with his mouth is astonishing right now. The secret hand under my dress appears again. He lifts my left hand and paints each fingertip pad with cherry juice, then sucks it off, nibbling them one by one, just like he did my lips.


I just stare at him and his eyes never leave mine. "What?" he finally asks.


"You—" I say.


He raises his eyebrows.


"—are bad."


He laughs. "If you were naked right now I'd drip this juice all down your belly and let my tongue—"


"OK, that's enough," Antoine says. "Excellent job, Rook."


Fucking Antoine.


I bite my lip as Ronin licks my fingertips one more time and then grins up at me like an idiot. "Want to come over and watch a movie, Gidget?"


I nod enthusiastically as Elise helps me up, and then Ronin bounces to his feet and puts his arm around me protectively. "You fell asleep pretty quick last time, are you sure you're up for a movie?"


I'm not sure if a movie is the code word for sex or not right now, but either way, I'm definitely up for it.





Friday, May 10, 2013

 
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