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Showing posts with label magical realism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magical realism. Show all posts

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Cooking For Ghosts



Cooking For Ghosts
by Patricia V. Davis

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GENRE:  women's fiction, Magical Realism

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BLURB:

A Vegas cocktail waitress. An Indian herbalist. A British chemistry professor. An Italian-American widow. Four unique women with one thing in common: each is haunted by a tragedy from her past. The women are surrounded by ghosts long before they step aboard, but once they do...

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EXCERPT:
Somewhere in the Atlantic, 1949

In an ocean as dark and still as death, the Queen floated. The scythe-shaped moon engulfed in mist gave off only a dank tinge of light. Waves skimmed lazily along the Queen’s sides, like the careless caress of an indifferent lover. She was only fifteen years old, but she’d already witnessed so much misery: war, love lost to tragedy, and once, a vile murder that had left a stain on her no sea she traveled had ever washed away.
           
Now she was about to witness another. The killer’s rage was silent and patient. And yet, she could feel it. In desperation, the Queen willed her fog horn to blow…

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Under the cover of the dimly lit stairwell on the deserted sports deck, the sailor waited. He’d timed it well. The watch wouldn’t make his rounds up here until after it was over.
           
Long before he could see his prey, he heard the click of her heels on the planked wood, echoing off the water as she approached. He pressed himself back further into the darkness as she came into view, her eyes focused on what he’d stolen to lure her, carefully placed so that it would be visible to her while he remained hidden. As she bent to pick it up, he stepped swiftly behind her and clamped his forearm around her throat, cutting off her scream and her breath as he pulled her into the shadows.
           
She felt her windpipe close up and the blood rush to her head.  She couldn’t twist around to face him, but ─ oh, God ─ she knew who he was. How ironic. In a life as mousy as the color of her hair, the one impetuous thing she’d dared do, would end her. As dreary as her life had been, she didn’t want it to be over.
           
So she struggled. She dug her nails into Death’s rigid forearm and clawed at the skin on his elbow. But he only swore at the blood she’d managed to draw and kept that arm hooked resolutely under her chin, dangling her legs up off the deck, pressing even tighter against her throat as she kicked. He shook her and she felt the cool night air hit the sole of her foot as one of her shoes fell off. The thump it made against the deck startled him. He lost his vice hold on her for an instant and she tried again to scream. He slammed his other hand across her nose and mouth. With a rush of stinging pain, the salty iron taste of blood filled her mouth, mingled with the smell of his familiar aftershave. Who’d have thought Death would come wearing Old Spice?  He’d groomed himself as carefully for her murder as he once had for her seduction. She went queasy with the realization that his arms were not the only part of his body that felt rigid against her.
           
But mere seconds later, she was too lightheaded to feel disgust or even fear. She now lay in his arms, compliant, his hand still pressed against her bloodied mouth and nose. Her head was tipped back as he continued to suffocate her and she could see the night sky, a depthless backdrop for the stars that flickered through the gauzy veil of ocean fog. And the moon looked like a grin. Lovers walking the decks below must think it all so romantic.  Dimly, she could hear the band playing in the ballroom. She was amazed she could even recognize the tune ─ a new one, just come out that year:
           
“Some enchanted evening, you may meet a stranger…” 
           
Her final act was to pray that he wouldn’t dump her before she was truly dead. As cruel as his arms were, at least they were warm. She didn’t want the ice cold water to be the last thing she felt.



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Patricia V. Davis is the author of the bestselling Harlot's Sauce: A Memoir of Food, Family, Love, Loss and Greece, and The Diva Doctrine: 16 Universal Principles Every Woman Needs to Know. Her latest work, "Cooking for Ghosts: Book I in The Secret Spice Cafe Trilogy" first of three novels set aboard the RMS Queen Mary, is due to be released in October 2016.  Despite the diversity of Patricia's writing projects, they share the universal theme of "female dynamism," a term she's coined which signifies women taking positive action to support each other and better the world around them. To that end, Patricia also founded The Women’s PowerStrategy™ Conference:  http://womenspowerstrategyconference.com/

Website URL: http://www.TheSecretSpice.com
Facebook Contest and Updates Page: http://www.facebook.com/thesecretspice/
Amazon Page:  https://www.amazon.com/Cooking-Ghosts-22The-Secret-Trilogy-22/dp/0989905640
COOKING FOR GHOSTS is also available at retail book outlets.
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2091952.Patricia_V_Davis?from_search=true
http://www.patriciavdavis.com/
http://twitter.com/patriciaVdavis
https://www.facebook.com/patriciaVdavis

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

Patricia V. Davis will award a randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter a $30 Amazon/BN GC. Use the link below to enter.


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Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Let's Stalk Rex Jupiter!


Let's Stalk Rex Jupiter!
by Allison A. Spector

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GENRE: Humor, literary fiction, with elements of magical realism

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BLURB:


Trouble’s brewing in the Evergreen Jungle. When controversial author Rex Jupiter plans a visit to a Bellingham bookstore, news of his arrival attracts the attention of the mysterious Paladin, who plans on leading a mob of rioting housewives against him. But the Paladin has competition. Sleuth-extraordinaire Marian Krause has her own bone to pick with Jupiter as she scrambles to solve the death of a woman who has stolen her identity. Rex may think he has the situation under control, but when the wrath of the local Druids is incurred, pitchforks and torches may be the least of his concerns.

EXCERPT:

Marian’s lungs shuddered against the fumes of the organic, locally sourced, native-friendly tobacco as it passed from the long-stemmed cigarette holder through her lips and into her body. It was a dirty, messy habit. And it was hers. The smoke floated in the air, letting forth a wave of guilty pleasure. She carefully measured out her puffs, since theauthorityoneverything.com told her that for every cigarette she smoked she would lose 5.5 minutes of her life.

Thus, she made sure that she only sacrificed 1.375 minutes at a time. She found the pleasure-to-life-lost ratio to be acceptable as everyone knew that all detectives smoked. And they did so in darkened rooms, with shades drawn, and only the light of a low-watt desk-lamp to illuminate the wisp of airborne tobacco trailing off like a faded dream.

Also, it made her feel badass. So, there.

Of course, there were disadvantages to sitting in a darkened room, the greatest of which was that it made her extremely susceptible to her husband’s Tokens of Affection, which usually fell into three categories:

(A) Crimes Scenes: composed of stolen police tape, ketchup, and teddy bears

(B) Fan Fiction: of a most Adult variety, written about Marian, and cleverly slipped in between her meticulously organized case files and resumes

(C) Brazen Thievery: which meant that her Second-Most Favorite Fedora would be missing, and she could only retrieve it following an Elaborate Series of Clues

The very thought of his categorical attentions made her want to climb down from her attic office and pay him a Conjugal Visit that instant. She would bring the Special Trench Coat and the magnifying glass and…

She slapped herself on the cheek. Love would have to wait.


A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR:

1.What's the best and worst part of being an author?

The best part of being an author is authoring. Creating, writing, sharing, making—these are my passions.  They soothe my spirit and keep me excited for each new day.  The worst part about being an author is that you still need a day-job in most cases in order to keep the lights on and the bills paid.  Fortunately, I’m pretty happy with my current work/life balance and I still get to write quite a bit for my non-authoring career—so it all works out nicely.


2.Which book of yours is your favorite? Why

I think my ongoing JukePop.com serial The Fringers is my favorite.  It’s a dystopian tale with a heaping helping of snark and side-eye.  It takes place at the Jersey shore during a time where reality stars are indentured servants and privacy no longer exists.  You can check it out on the JukePop website where I’m posting it one chapter at a time.


3.What are your favorite authors in the genre that you write?

In humor/magical realism:  Kurt Vonnegut
In dystopian/cyberpunk: William Gibson


4.Which of your characters is most like you?

There are elements of myself throughout the book, but none hold the monopoly on “Allison-like traits.”  So here’s a super-special inventory just for your blog!

The Cast of Let’s Stalk Rex Jupiter and their Shared Traits with the Author

The Paladin:  Irreverence, vague liberal guilt, desire to right wrongs
Marian Krause:  Quirkiness, unconventionality, not caring what others think
Dave Krause: Loyalty, sardonic wit, love of the peculiar
Penelope Perkins: NOTHING
Bearded Virgin:  Geekiness and weird hobbies
Abbie Garcia: Um…affinity for Live-Action Role Playing & lady facial hair issues
Gertrude Phillips:  The way she handles jerks and danger.
Frank Perkins: NOTHING
Jim the Druid:  NOTHING
Rex Jupiter:  Desire to make a mark on the world and to speak one’s mind (although I’m pretty sure I haven’t inspired any angry mobs yet…)

Thanks so much for the interview!  I greatly appreciate your time and support!

You're welcome, Allison. I enjoyed your interview, 
especially #4.



AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Allison Spector was born and raised in the hedonistic playground of the Jersey Shore, but finds herself oddly allergic to spray tan.  She is a proud graduate of Goucher College, and started her environmentally-focused career in Washington DC in 2005.  She moved to the Pacific Northwest in 2008, and fell in love with its beauty and people.  Allison is currently on a Midwestern Adventure and is determined to live as much life as possible—to accomplish her dreams one at a time—and to nurture her loving family, and blaze a trail of wit, whimsy, and eccentricity wherever she goes.


Allison Spector will be awarding a signed copy of book with original plot outline notes (loose sheets of paper) inside and additional notes at end or in margins of story (US/Canada only) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Use the link below to enter.


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