Saturday, July 23, 2016

Sylvia Hubbard: Rust City Featured Author

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Welcome to your introduction to some of the fantastic authors who'll be joining us for the conference. Today I'm showcasing:
 
SYLVIA HUBBARD

Hi Sylvia, can you tell us a little about yourself and your work?

Sure Nicola! I'm a Detroit-loving, happily-divorced mother of three, and author of Suspense Romance. My love for the city and being a mother have strengthened my writing skills over the years and I've loved to tell stories since I was six years old, according to my mother. Intertwining Romance and Suspense has always been my forte. I think a good love story should always have people who fall in love, have a lot of drama and then throw in a lot of people who die by the end. Hah! I'm a huge romance fan, as you might tell from the stuff all over this blog, but dying characters? I guess I can take or leave that. :p

What are you working on now? I just released Tanner's Devil that involves a duke, an ex-prostitute,  and her pimp in 21st Century Detroit, and a short-short, Forbidden Fruit: If I Was Your Woman. Also, I'm involved in writing live stories on my website. You can find out more about how that works here. I do invite lovers of suspense and romance to join me.

Ok, Sylvia, let's talk about RustCity!

1. Fill in the blank: "I used to be really good at bike riding , but these days I'm pretty rusty."  OK, but wait, isn't riding a bike the definitive thing that you don't get rusty at? *scratches head*

2. Eminem or Aretha? Explain.

Aretha. Why? Because of the way she sang You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman. It's just such a beautiful song. It really is. I love everything about that song, especially now that I have daughters.

3. Choose One:
Vernors
Faygo
I'm confused. And not from around here.

4. What are you looking forward to most at the RustCity conference? Meeting new readers and hoping to meet new writers. Share talents, network and just have literary fun. In fact, I started Motown Writers Network to help writers get to their literary goal and to connect readers to Michigan Authors.   Wow, this sort of conference seems right up your alley, then. Very happy to have you on board!

5. Your latest work of fiction features a wealthy industrialist and an R&B singer. What's the first sentence? The moment he heard her sing, he knew he had to have her heart.

Optional: What's it about? A soulful R&B singer --hurt, used, and desperately trying to get away from her controlling fatherly manager-- is pursued by a wealthy industrialist who currently is fighting his family for his right to run his company. Love it. The element of the controlling manager feels very "ripped from the headlines".

Thanks Sylvia! It's been a pleasure having you hear on Alpha Heroes, and I'm really looking forward to seeing you at the conference!  Where else can we find your work on the web?

You're very welcome Nicola!  Here are some places you can find me:
Website  |  Facebook  |  Twitter  |  Instagram  |  Youtube  |  Motown Writers  |  Tumblr  | Amazon Author Page



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Friday, July 22, 2016

C. K. Brooke: Rust City Featured Author

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Welcome to your introduction to some of the fantastic authors who are headed for the conference in just a few short weeks! Today I'm showcasing
C.K. Brooke

Welcome, Caity, can you tell us a little about your work?

Hey there! I'm C.K. Brooke. I write fantasy and romance novels for 48fourteen and Limitless Publishing. Eight of my novels are currently published, with number nine completed and in the publishing pipeline, and the tenth in progress.  That's an amazing schedule, CK! What genre do you write?

I write about everything from lost duchesses and charming rogues to Indiana Jones-style adventures and swashbuckling treasure hunts and rescues.

Well, Caity, let's talk about RustCity!

1. Fill in the blank: "I used to be really good at writing non-fiction , but these days I'm pretty rusty." You know what's funny? I can hardly stand to read non-fiction, but I'm not too bad at writing it. And I can't write fiction to save my life...

2. Eminem or Aretha? Explain.

Hmm. I grew up listening to Eminem, and I actually live right near him. But I'd have to pick Aretha because her songs truly represented people and gave an iconic voice to the era.  "Iconic" is the perfect word. I think they both are, in their own way.

3. Choose One:
Vernors
Faygo
I'm confused. And not from around here.

4. What are you looking forward to most at the RustCity conference? I'm most looking forward to meeting people. As a stay-at-home mom, I don't have a lot of social outlets, so this will be a welcome retreat! And for once, I don't have to feel awkward, because we're all there on account of the same passion: our books!   We can always be awkward together, right?

5. What is an off-the-cuff association you have with Michigan, Detroit, or Troy?
Michigan: It's my husband's home state, and where I moved in 2014.
Detroit: Motown!
Troy: Where my son goes to speech therapy.

It's always good to have a local perspective!

6. Your latest work of fiction features a wealthy industrialist and an R&B singer. What's the first sentence? "This book was not actually written by C.K. Brooke because C.K. Brooke does NOT write contemporary." LOL   Awww, I tried to make the parameters loose! maybe an opera singer and a duke then.

Thanks so much for coming, CK. Any final words?

I can't wait to connect with you at RustCity! In the meantime, here are some other ways you can get in contact with me or learn more about my books. Official Website - And if you subscribe to my newsletter there, you'll get a FREE eBook!

Social MediaAmazon | Goodreads | Facebook | Twitter

Thanks so much for taking the time to be here! See you in just a few weeks!

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Thursday, July 21, 2016

Elizabeth Harmon: Rust City Featured Author

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Welcome to your early-bird peek at some of the fantastic authors who are already signed up for the conference. Today I'm showcasing
 
ELIZABETH HARMON!

Hi Elizabeth, can you tell us a little about yourself and your work?

Hi Nicola! I am a contemporary romance author who loves to write and read romances that are just a bit different. My latest release "Getting It Back," came out in April. It's the third book in my Red Hot Russians sports romance series which features sexy and swoon-worthy Russian figure skater heroes. My debut novel Pairing Off is a 2016 Romance Writers of America RITA Finalist for Best First Book.   Congratulations on the RITA! And wow, who doesn't love figure skaters? Hmmmph, those *thighs*...

Ok, Elizabeth, let's talk about RustCity!

1. Fill in the blank: "I used to be really good at doing the splits , but these days I'm pretty rusty." Pretty sure I can't remember a time when I could do the splits...

2. Eminem or Aretha? Explain.
Aretha, please. She's the queen of soul, and has so many great songs.  Can't really argue with that!

3. Choose One:
Vernors
Faygo
I'm confused. And not from around here.

4. What are you looking forward to most at the RustCity conference? Meeting readers and other authors. Well, that's perfect, since that's the main plan!

5. What is an off-the-cuff association you have with Michigan, Detroit, or Troy?
Love, love, love the Petoskey area! My husband and I have stayed at the Perry Hotel a couple of times, and I even found a Petoskey stone, which I still have. Someday, when I become fabulously wealthy romance novelist, I plan to buy a quaint 27-room Victorian summer cottage in Bayview. :) Well that was a pretty cool little sidetrip down Google Alley for me. For anyone else in the dark: Petoskey Stones. When you buy that cottage, I'll come visit!

6. Your latest work of fiction features a wealthy industrialist and an R&B singer. What's the first sentence?
Sylvester Elliot's sweet voice soared above the down 'n dirty throb of bass and drums. The rhythm was tight, but not as tight as his half-naked body as he moved across the stage. Cassandra licked her lips. The man sang like an angel, but the way he moved would make the devil blush.

What's it about?
Overachiever Cassandra Heath's dying father chose her to lead his billion-dollar corporation. It's the career she's been groomed for all her life... but is she about to throw it all away for the love of the wrong man?
Ooo, I like it! I kind of want her to be an arrogant alpha who gets brought to her knees for the first time by the love of a good man.

7. And finally, would you like to participate in the Alpha Heroes Five Words Fiction Game?  Absolutely!

Fantastic! You chose to work on our Contemporary story, Hook and Curve (or possibly Curve and Hook?), which is shaping up to be a reunion romance between Maddie, a formerly-curvy romance writer, and Hunter, a booking agent for MMA fighters. They have a past... but do they have a future?

The world-building rules are: set in contemporary times, with no magic or paranormal elements. It's not required to be a romance. Have fun! Your challenge words are:  balloon, slipper, hot dog, scotch, nap


Part One, by Shelly Bell
Part Two, by Josie Kerr
Part Three, by MK Schiller
Part Four, by Rue Allyn
Part Five, by Vanessa Knight

Part 6:
Jenna took forever to answer her phone, and Maddie kicked off her painful stilettos. Why couldn’t her SpongeBob slippers be considered fashionably acceptable footwear? And where the heck was Jenna? It was ten in the morning, and her friend owned a souvenir shop in downtown Detroit. Was there a crazed demand on “Mad 4 Motown” balloons this early?

Maddie hoped she wouldn’t have to leave a message, as she wanted the element of surprise on her side. When Jenna answered, breathless, Maddie pounced. “How did you know Hunter Allen would be at McGreevey’s last night?”

“Uhh…good morning to you too, Maddie. Having a rough day already?”

She sighed. “I’m stuck at the airport. Everything is grounded because of weather problems.”

“But it’s---“

“Elsewhere,” Maddie snapped. She didn’t want to talk about thunderstorms, she wanted answers. “But sitting here gave me time to think, and it hit me, that running into Hunter last night was too much of a coincidence. You insisted on going to that particular bar. You told me to take an afternoon nap to rest up for a big night, coached me on being sexy, and when we got there, bought me Scotch for courage. You also made yourself scarce when Hunter showed up. You must have known!”

“Hey, it was luck. You know, the Universe was on your side!”

“No,” Maddie said. “There’s more to it. What’s going on, Jenna?”

In the pause the followed, Maddie stroked the tattoo on her wrist. LOV and a date. So far, it was the only anniversary she and Hunter shared, though she doubted he even remembered. Jenna’s subdued voice brought her back to the moment. “Yes, I knew he would be there.”

Maddie’s chest hitched and her stomach rolled, the smell of roasting hot dogs from the nearby food court, made her vaguely nauseous. How could Jenna have known? She wasn’t part of Maddie’s high school years. They’d been neighbors in New York, before Jenna moved back here to run her family’s business. And while Maddie had told her a little about Hunter—at least the significance of the tattoo—she’d not shared much else, including Hunter’s name. Heart pounding, and breath shallow, she asked, “How?”

Jenna’s answer was barely more than a whisper. “Because we’ve been dating for the last three months.”
I never did trust Jenna! What the actual heck?

Hah, right? you never know about those secondary characters.  See you in August at #RustCity16!

Can't wait! and thanks so much for playing!  Meanwhile, here are a few places around the web you can find more from Elizabeth:  Website | Facebook | Twitter | Google + | Goodreads Author Page | Goodreads Book Page | BookBub | BookLikes | Blog | Amazon Author Page

Book Links for Getting It Back: Amazon US | Barnes & Noble | Google Play | Kobo



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Monday, July 18, 2016

Vanessa Knight: Rust City Featured Author

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Welcome to your early-bird peek at some of the fantastic authors who are already signed up for the conference. Today I'm showcasing
Vanessa Knight!

Hi Vanessa! Can you tell us a little about your work?
 
Hi Nicola! I have always enjoyed writing and once I found romance, that was it. I was addicted. It's only fitting that I when I started writing, I'd gravitate toward stories with a strong romantic element. I write contemporary romance with a dash of humor and splash of snark.
Personally, I think almost everything is better with a *liberal* splash of snark.

Ok, Vanessa, let's talk about RustCity!

1. Fill in the blank: "I used to be really good at singing , but these days I'm pretty rusty." You do know, there's a rumor about karaoke at RustCity--or possibly I'm just starting one...

2. Eminem or Aretha? Explain.

Aretha. Eminem is great but you can't help but love Aretha. The songs stay with you. Her voice just resonates within you.

3. Choose One:
Vernors
Faygo
I'm confused. And not from around here.

4. What are you looking forward to most at the RustCity conference?
There's so much I'm looking forward to when I visit. I hear that I have to visit the Summerset Collection Mall. I'm all for a trip to the mall. I've also been told that I haven't experienced BBQ until I've had Slows BBQ. I'm a Chicagoan. We love BBQ and I can't wait to ""officially"" experience it.

I'm looking forward to meeting all the fans and learning new things in the workshops.

BBQ, the mall, and learning stuff! doesn't get much better than that.

5. What is an off-the-cuff association you have with Michigan, Detroit, or Troy? Detroit Rock City, the Pistons

6. Your latest work of fiction features a wealthy industrialist and an R&B singer. What's the first sentence?
David Troughby couldn't dance to the hum of the cash counting machine, but the hiss and clatter of money streaming through the prongs was a rhythm he'd learned to love.

Very nice -- makes me think of the opening to Pink Floyd's Money.

7. And finally, would you like to participate in the Alpha Heroes Five Words Fiction Game?  Yes please!
 
Hurray! You chose to work on our Contemporary story, Hook and Curve (or possibly Curve and Hook?), which is shaping up to be a reunion romance between Maddie, a formerly-curvy romance writer, and Hunter, a booking agent for MMA fighters. They have a past... but do they have a future?

The world-building rules are: set in contemporary times, with no magic or paranormal elements. It's not required to be a romance. Have fun! Your challenge words are:

Administrative assistant (one word), Maui, shark, sun-streaked, lazy
 

Part One, by Shelly Bell
Part Two, by Josie Kerr
Part Three, by MK Schiller
Part Four, by Rue Allyn
Part Five:
Delayed. The word flashed red and bold the next morning, taunting Maddie as she tried to Jedi-mind-trick the board to change the status to on-time. Alas, Obi-Wan she was not, she wasn't even fit to be his Administrative Assistant. Her mind tricks were severely lacking. She kept watching as more flights changed from the on-time designation to delayed. At least they hadn't switched to cancelled. Yet.

Maddie looked out the floor to ceiling windows. Sunlight shimmied along the ripples in the glass, sun-streaked mini rainbows reflected on the red patterned floor. Her heels clicked as she walked away from the monitor and stood in front of the terminal counter.

“Good morning.” A woman in navy blue airline garb attempted a smile, her hair falling from the clip at the back of her head. “I'm sorry about the delay.”

“Morning. Any idea when they might let us fly out?”

“The weather is keeping all flights grounded.” They both looked out the window at the fluffy white clouds hovering against a bright blue sky. The question about the weather must have hung in Maddie’s eyes, because the attendant kept talking.

“There's a storm covering the Midwest and moving toward the eastern seaboard.” She cringed with a bit of pity pinching her eyes. “I'm not sure when or if they'll let anyone fly out today—maybe not even tomorrow. Do you want me to help you find a hotel room? I think they might be full, but we might be able to get lucky.”

Luck. That wasn’t a force Maddie was channeling these days. If she were lucky, she'd be on a plane far, far away from Hunter and all the drama of last night. Instead she was looking at a night or two on metal airline chairs. “No thanks. I'm sure the hotel rooms are booked.”

And she was sure she'd have a heck of a time finding a hotel room, which meant she’d have to call Jenna—which meant she might see him again.

Maddie made her way across the room and sat in the hard chair. Uncomfortable. Awful. But not nearly as bad as the alternative. She didn't want to think about Hunter, but after seeing him that's all that seemed to float in her brain. His hands. His lips. Everything about him was different, he wasn't that boy from long ago. He was a man now. A man that made all her lady parts clench.

Ugh! She slid down the chair and groaned as the arm rest dug into her side. There was no way she'd make it all night here. She wanted to be anywhere but here. Maybe Maui, drinking Mai Tais and spending a lazy day in the ocean. Of course, with her luck she'd end up as shark food.

Not that any of that mattered. Right now she was here and there was only one way to leave. Maddie pulled out her cell phone and clicked Jenna’s picture.

It was time to confront her past.
That was great! I love the details, like "pity pinching her eyes" and "jedi-mind-trick" as a verb. Thanks so much for playing, Vanessa! If you'd like to see more from Vanessa Knight, here are some places where you can find her -- other than Troy, Michigan in August, of course!
 
Twitter | Facebook | Amazon Author page   |  Website


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Thursday, July 14, 2016

Gina Conkle: Rust City Book Con Featured Author

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Welcome to your early-bird peek at some of the fantastic authors who are already signed up for the conference. Today I'm showcasing GINA CONKLE !!


I write Viking and Georgian romance (talk about polar opposites!). My next release 'To Find a Viking Treasure' is a fast-paced enemies-to-lovers romance where the hero and heroine try to steal back a Viking hoard. That one releases in September (pre-order available!). The follow-up, To Heal a Viking Heart, comes out in November. It's about a bad-boy Viking outlaw who finds unusual redemption with a healer.
Oooo, I've been a sucker for Viking romance ever since I read the Wolf and the Dove by Woodiwiss back in the day. *one-clicks*

Ok, Gina, let's talk about RustCity!

1. Fill in the blank: "I used to be really good at time management , but these days I'm pretty rusty." What would you pay for Hermione's time-turner? Ooof, so many books, so little time.

2. Eminem or Aretha? Explain.
Aretha. My favorite musical era is late 1960s through 1979.
That's a hard stop! I love 80s music too, but in a totally different way. Like 70s music and 80s music are brother and sister and I love them both, but not the same.

3. Choose One:
Vernors
Faygo
I'm confused.  Diet Coke?

4. What are you looking forward to most at the RustCity conference? Meeting local readers.

5. What is an off-the-cuff association you have with Michigan, Detroit, or Troy?
Everything's so green. Bad roads. Funny what we notice, isn't it?

6. Your latest work of fiction features a wealthy industrialist and an R&B singer. What's the first sentence? Her mouth touched the microphone.
Provocative!

Optional: What's it about? Girl from the wrong side of the tracks conquers uptight industrialist.
Classic. I love it.

7. And finally, would you like to participate in the Alpha Heroes Five Words Fiction Game?

Yes!

Yay!!  You chose to work on Alchemy Rusts, our paranormal, anything-goes story.  Your challenge words are:
 
lunar, sacred, rite, finicky, and vain

Part 1, by Laura Bickle
Part 2, by Calandra Usher
Part 3, by AJ Norris
Part 4, by Roselynn Cannes

Part 5:
The testy dragon blew three smoke rings on Izyk's chest. Tiny ice crystals formed on pasty white skin, the sign of changeling suspension. Mara dropped to her knees beside his lifeless body. Her dry mouth worked, but no words came. She needed to touch him, tried to, but Spike hissed at her outstretched hand.

"Dragons prefer to do CPR alone." A cool voice spoke from the shadows.

"CPR? Spike's saving his life?" Mara's voice notched higher. She checked the dark room. Soiled cloths shrouded laboratory instruments. Aquariums sat empty, green bits of algae stuck to tainted glass. The algae glimmered as though small diamonds clung to the slime.

Water slapped the floor, the sound echoing off high ceilings. "Behind you, dear."

Mara scooted around. A woman hovered on the surface of a giant tank, her slender fingers gripping the glass rim with authority. Long blonde hair draped one shoulder, floating like white silk in cerulean blue water. Hard light shined in her eyes, eyes the same shade as the water, the same blue as Izyk's. Mara swallowed hard.

The woman's lips split in what could be called a smile. "No need to be afraid. I'm Ayla, a distant...relative of Izyk's."

A chill walked slowly up Mara's spine. Ayla didn't say relative, rather it slithered off her tongue.

"Funny," Mara said, pushing to her feet, hiding the astrolabe in the folds of her cloak. "He's never mentioned you."

Ayla stroked her hair, preening the way a vain woman would. "Impertinent little piece."

Metal warmed Mara's hand. The plate-sized orb buzzed to life, its cogs and gears ticking behind three small, glass windows. The machine was coming to life. But who started it?

"Give me that." Ayla's arm stuck over the rim.

Mara hefted the instrument. "This?"

"Yes. It belongs to me."

The water woman's fingernails scraped the bronze casing. Alarm bells rang in Mara's head, and she stepped back. "Let's wait for Spike to revive Izyk first."

"No!" A violent wave crashed over the tank's edge. It splattered on the floor, but the water didn't go down the drain. This water slid across concrete, slipping past Mara's shoes as if on a mission. To reach Izyk's body.

She swung around fast. Water surrounded Izyk, lifted him an inch off the floor. Spike carried on his dragon's remedy, blowing smoke over Izyk's body. Hazy concentric circles floated over well-muscled legs formed from long runs. Sluggish wisps of indigo and purple swirled over Izyk's nicely cut lips before funneling sylph-like into his mouth. Much of his color came back, but he lay perfectly still covered in ice crystals. Not dead. Nor alive.

Mara sank to floor beside Izyk, yet her legs, her shoes were dry. Spike flew to a stainless steel table. Onyx eyes glittering, he squawked twice at Ayla and folded his wings.

A long-suffering sigh came from the water woman. "Everyone's conspiring against me today."

"Why isn't he awake?" Mara brushed a soft brown curl off his forehead.

"Our little dragon friend won't share the final, healing breath until I..." Water sloshed. "Never mind. Spike and Izyk are up to something."

The dragon and Izyk?

"But--" Mara turned, gasping.

Ayla's pearlescent torso pressed the glass, a long, graceful fishtail twisting sideways, flicking water impatiently. A thousand diamonds sparkled on her tail. Mara blinked twice at diamond tipped nipples squished against the aquarium. The Mermaid Queen of the North Seas wore diamonds. She was the only person in the half-world who could make them.

The elegant tail snapped to and fro. "Don't gape. It's bad manners."

Mara's chin dropped to her chest. It was no business of hers how the Mermaid Queen dressed. Izyk was her business as were his cheeks warming under her hand. "What's happening?"

"He's still in suspension."

A faint hue colored his skin. "No. Tonight. My being here."

"Izyk used you."

"Used me?" Mara's feet shifted on the strange water that didn't wet her feet.

"Your silly book of spells, the flame of anthor--" The queen's nose wrinkled at Spike like a finicky cat sniffing at a bad morsel. "--even my friend the dragon. All meant to bring the astrolabe to me with the bladeless sword hilt," she paused. "Which you obviously forgot."

The bladeless sword grip. Mara flashed on the rusted hilt with its dirt-smeared stone on the pommel. She rubbed her hip covered by her cloak about to say something, but a hint of breath pushed from Izyk's lungs.

"He's breathing." Mara bent over him all the better to watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"We needed a full-blooded human to get the relics," the Queen went on. "If The Others smelled a changeling..." she shivered visibly. "Well, even a queen in her element is no match for their magic."

The elements --the natural order of humans in their world and changelings in theirs. Every being served a purpose. The Mermaid Queen of the North Sea and her people made diamonds from ice. The Hind Deer people of the forest, Izyk's kind, wove forests and greenery. Landsmen of the South manufactured metal from stone. Each faction guarded their process jealously. Humans lived with this delicate balance, taking but never giving. It was why they were the lowest order.

"Wait." Mara squinted at the Queen. "Is someone trying to change the half-world?"

Wind whistled outside the laboratory. Spike cawed at the building's lone window, his talons clanking steel as he tried to sink them into the table.

The Mermaid Queen swished back and forth in the aquarium. "We need the bladeless sword. We've only this lunar cycle to perform the sacred rite."

Ayla's gaze flit to the window as sheets of water spilled over the glass rim. The strange liquid lifted Izyk and Mara higher. Mara had heard a distant tale, a prophecy of breaking the half-world's unseen chains. Is that why her wise-cracking mentor tricked her into this daring quest? But, why risk death and kiss her?

"They're coming." The Mermaid Queen hoisted herself up and balanced her body on the rim where skin met scales. "There's no time. Give me the astrolabe," she ordered. A thin line of blood oozed where glass edged her scales.

Leaves flew against the laboratory window. The pane rattled from gale force winds.

Mara handed over the astrolabe to the queen. "What about Izyk?"

"He'll live! Grab his hand."

Mara squeezed Izyk's lukewarm hand. If he survived this, she'd kill him for not telling her the truth.

Ayla's frenzied fingers twisted black and bronze knobs. The machine hummed until the bronze shell radiated brilliant light. Fierce winds rattled the lone window. Pitch black shapes loomed outside, their eyes bottomless holes. Glass cracked, the rending sound a sharp chill on Mara's skin. Against her hip inside her cloak another piece of metal pressed hard. The bladeless sword.

The laboratory shook. Empty aquariums snapped in two, raining glass on the floor.

"Hold on," Ayla yelled above the storm.

"The bladeless sword," Mara yelled back, hair blowing across her face. "What does it do?"

The laboratory's shattering window swallowed her words. Shards flew at them like daggers sent to destroy, the power of The Others on full display. A jagged glass knife flew at Mara's eye. She screamed. Her back hit the Queen's aquarium, and all went black.

Fantastic! I love that you brought the mermaid back, and wow, you made the Aquarium so creepy and atmospheric!

Thanks so much! I had way too much fun with this; could hardly stop writing!  I look forward to connecting with readers and writers at Rust City. Until then, please find me in these places:



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Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Roselynn Cannes: Rust City Featured Author

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Welcome to your early-bird peek at some of the fantastic authors who are already signed up for the conference. Today I'm showcasing Five Words Repeat Offender... uh, I mean, returning champion:
ROSELYNN CANNES! 


Hi! I'm Roselynn Cannes. *waves* I'm newly addicted to Tumblr, I love gin and pantsless dancing, I have the time management skills of a carrot - oh! - and sometimes I write.

Currently I have one book out, FALLEN, it's a literary fiction, historical fiction-fantasy hybrid.  Personally, I don't think it falls into lit-fic. (I read it and loved it) I'm pretty sure it would be considered fantasy, even though there's no magic.

*side eye* I don't think you're supposed to contradict the author about these things, Nicola... The second book in the Fallen Series, DESTROYED, will be out October of this year. *pantsless happy dance* Set in an ancient Greco-Roman inspired world, the Fallen Series is about deciding what to sacrifice and what to fight for - and living with the fallout - when faced with a no-win scenario. < james kirk > I don't believe in no-win scenarios! </james kirk > Err, sorry, I just re-watched the movie.

Uh, yeah Nicola, that's... great. As for my writing, stay tuned for updates on a future project: Games of Thorns, a series of Novellas in which fairy tale princesses are their own villains in the storyOh hey, that wouldn't have anything to do with a certain interview on Alpha Heroes, would it?? Sorry, sorry, carry on!

ANYWAY... the first novella, THE BEAUTY OF THE BEAST was supposed to be out this year, but I did mention my time management skills, didn't I?

Ok, Roselynn, let's talk about RustCity!

1. Fill in the blank: "I used to be really good at not cursing like a sailor , but these days I'm pretty rusty."  I know what you f*cking mean, lady.

2. Eminem or Aretha? Explain.

Eminem. His music is so angry and angsty; much better fodder for my writing playlists. I still love you, Aretha. *loudly whispers, "Forgive me!"*

3. Choose One:
Vernors
Faygo
I'm confused. And not from around here. I have no idea what this means, but I really enjoy the word Faygo  Guess you'll find out in Michigan!

4. What are you looking forward to most at the RustCity conference? Gin and pantsless dancing
Eureka! Gin and Faygo, we just invented a new drink. We can call it The RustCity Roz.

5.What is an off-the-cuff association you have with Troy, Detroit, or Michigan?
Rust City Book Con Well that certainly makes sense!

6. Your latest work of fiction features a wealthy industrialist and an R&B singer. What's the first sentence? "Maybe if you would lay off the hookers and blow, we could actually get some fucking work done around here." *chinhands* Tell me more.

7. And finally, would you like to participate in the Alpha Heroes Five Words Fiction Game? *rips pants off in response*  OK, well, that was  hardly necessary, but we love your enthusiasm!

You'll be building on our paranormal story featuring a conjured magical dragon, titled Alchemy Rusts (I love that title, thanks Laura!)  The worldbuilding rules for this story are: there are no rules! Paranormal, magical, time travel... anything goes here. And finally, your challenge words are:

fealty, expectorate, bedraggled, alcohol, lovely   

Part 1, by Laura Bickle
Part 2, by Calandra Usher
Part 3, by AJ Norris
Part 4:

Mara was scrambling to get to the aquarium. It was well past dark and there was an excellent chance that Izyk had gotten tired— or bored, or irritated— and left. If she were truly being honest with herself, it was equally likely he’d found himself distracted and hadn’t hung around to begin with. Fickle, fickle man.

God, she needed a drink. Alcohol would make seeing him easier. Wouldn’t it?

A sharp pain lanced through her palm and Mara looked down to see Spike had clamped his teeth around the meaty part of her hand. Mara immediately unlocked the fist she’d unintentionally clamped over the poor thing, but it was already too late. It felt like he’d injected a shot of flames directly into her blood stream. Even as she watched burning heat, bloomed and spread from the points where his needle-like teeth had penetrated flesh.

“Spike!” The word left her lips on a gasp. Rushing to escape as tears stung her eyes and she tried her best not to scream into the night.

“What did you do?” Izyk’s chastising drawl sent her blood boiling for wholly different reasons. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to punch or kiss him.

“Izyk, please.” Mara barely managed to squeeze the words out of her throat.

“The dragon bit you.” The observation did nothing to rectify the matter, nor stop the spread of the poison up her arm. She could lick him—kick him! She could kick him. After he helped her, she reminded herself. “Izyk, please,” she repeated, pushing the words between her firmly clenched teeth. “Can you help?”

“Certainly,” he agreed. “But it’ll cost you.”

“Really, Izyk? Really?! Soliciting favors? Now? You’re despicable.”

“Not favors. Fealty.”

“What?”

“Fealty.” Izyk walked two fingers up her shoulder. “Not much time. The poison is nearing your heart.”

Mara didn’t need the reminder. She could feel it searing its way through her chest.

“Fine! I swear.”

“Say, ‘I, Mara, swear my unwavering fealty to you, Izyk.’ Basic, but we’re in a bit of a rush so it’ll have to do.”

The scathing remark she might have thrown his way disintegrated on her tongue as her chest seized and her breath hitched. “I Mara swear my unwavering fealty to you, Izyk.” She hoped this worked. Ruefully, she acknowledged that it might not. The sounds she’d managed to expectorate hardly sounded like words.

Izyk grabbed her face in both his hands as her feet turned to Jell-O beneath her.

“If I die, I’m going to haunt the shit out of you.”

The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers. Figured. She should have known better than to trust him. He’d always been a phenomenal kisser and all he was doing presently was blowing air hard into her mouth. Mara felt a fleeting moment of disappointment. There wasn’t time to dwell on it. In an instant it was as though every atom in her body collapsed in on itself and then exploded outward. Only the feel of Izyk’s hands on her face and his mouth on her own confirmed that she hadn’t been blasted to the four corners of the globe.

When he pulled away from her, she stumbled, catching her footing and standing dazed. His usually stunning blue eyes were matte and pale.

“You look lovely,” he said softly, his pallor going whiter than when he was in his deer form.

Clearly he was delirious if he believed her bedraggled appearance was even remotely attractive. What had gotten into him?

“Izyk—”

“Did you bring the astrolabe?”

Confused, Mara nodded.

“Time to make good on your vow.” With no warning, he collapsed into a heap on the ground.

“Izyk!” She rushed to his side and couldn’t find any trace of breathing or a pulse.

What the hell was she supposed to do?!

Mara pulled the antiquated tool out of the inside pocket of her jacket. Spike—who was mercifully free of her shredded palm, though she had no idea how— settled himself directly over Izyk’s heart. “I hope you’ve got a clue, because otherwise we’re screwed,” she told the pocket sized dragon blowing smoke rings on the chest of the only man she’d ever loved.

Man, I love this game. 

Any last words for our readers, lovely Roselynn?

Don't ever let anyone tell you that you have to wear pants.

Words to live by!  For more words from Roselynn, find her at her online home, My Twisted Fairy Tales. You can find her latest in social media on her Stalk Me page (hah, that's classic Roselynn!).

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Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Tuesday Terrine - Worst post title ever?

Photo Credit John Herschell, lic ref
In the Soup Terrine This Week
Mixing it up a little!

In the... Layers? 
❃ OK, so I like alliteration, so sue me. I can't believe it's been so long since I did a regular Soup post!  June has been just non-stop and unfortunately the blog has come in last, and a lot of reading time has gone by the wayside too, so I didn't have that much to report on. In other news, there are some really revolting photos online if you search for "terrine". That one up there is made of JelloTM. Isn't it pretty? I am using the photo under Flickr's Creative Commons license, links in the caption.  Coming up, I have a pretty busy schedule of posts for the upcoming Rust City Book Conference, so I wanted to get something in early this week.

❃ Rust City! it's getting epic in here.  I got a larget wave of later-joining participants than I expected for the Five Words Games, so I'm going to start running several posts per week. I'm chucking #ConThu out the window until August. Look for up to four Rust City posts per week, Wednesday through Saturday, and then once we hit August it will likely be daily.  I want to reserve Sunday for my Soup posts and possibly some Tuesday review posts... we shall see.

❃ I generally do not get political on this blog, but I have a distinct point of view. I believe in basic human rights for all humans, including people of color, all religions, and all sexual and gender identities. I believe that basic human rights include access to affordable health care, and governance of one's own body, including reproductive choices. I believe in the separation of church and state. I believe that the time has long past for some sensible gun control measures. I believe that science is better than myth, and knowledge is better than ignorance, and that anti-intellectualism hurts everything about our country. And I believe that a vote for Donald Trump is a vote for fascism, racism, and pretty much every ugly human urge. Jeffe Kennedy wrote some good words about speaking up, here.  So this is me, speaking up.

Badass Librarians - fantastic must-read article about heroes who saved thousands of ancient manuscripts in Timbuktu. Hat Tip to the Seattle Public Library @SPLBuzz Twitter feed.

❃ Obligatory BookRiot link -- dang, I love this site. 2016 Best Books So Far.

Best Tweet:

❃ Vox has a great article on Chuck Tingle vs. the Sad (and/or Sick) Puppies. If you haven't been following the last couple of Hugo Award controversies, this will bring you up to speed as well as explain how hilarious satirical gay erotica writer Chuck Tingle fits into the whole picture. If you haven't heard of Chuck Tingle before, you're missing out. The piece he produced in honor of being nominated is evocatively titled Pounded In the Butt by Chuck Tingle's Hugo - and for 99 cents, I bought a copy just because I love what this man is doing so much.

What I've Been Reading
I've got a pretty good list, but I'm going to catch you up next Sunday.  Hope you enjoy the links!

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