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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Beyond the Book: Food From the Fifties

Welcome to another edition of Beyond the Book, Elaine’s way of keeping you in touch with her characters long after the book is finished. My name is Liesel Wolf. I was Elaine’s heroine in Never Trust a Pretty Wolf. I live with my husband and our sweet little girl in a home built in 1955. It looked so retro that I got interested in the 1950’s and decided I’d share a recipe from the fifties with you. What do you think? Will you try it? Meatloaf was a fifties favorite. I’ll be back next week to talk a little more about the fifties, so if you don't like meatloaf, I'll find something else for you.

Meatloaf

2 lbs. ground beef
2 eggs
1 cup bread crumbs

1/2 cup diced green bell pepper

1 pack dry onion soup mix

6 ozs. tomato ketchup

½ cup milk

 Preheat oven to 350. Mix all ingredients well and turn into a baking dish. Cook for an hour. Times vary greatly depending on your oven.


Picture:http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Meatloaf.jpg

Note from Elaine: I tried this, and it was pretty good. Better use ground chuck instead of regular hamburger.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors: So That's Who David's Father Is

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. My excerpt today comes from the same unnamed manuscript I've been sharing with you. To recap, David and Phaedra my hero and heroine are lost in the Amazon rain forest. They were captured by bad guys who took them to a jungle compound. The leader Rafael said that he knew David's father. We pick up where Rafael is calling the hot line set up by David's father whose identity is revealed in today's excerpt. David's father speaks first.


“Hello, Rafael.  You wanted to talk to me?”

“Ah, Richard.  How are you enjoying your stay in Brazil?”

“Very much if you’ve found my son.”

Phaedra liked his voice.  It sounded full of authority, just as an ex-president’s voice ought to.
“As it happens, I did run across your son." 
 
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Saturday, April 13, 2013

Sweet Saturday Sample: What's Taking So Long?

Welcome to Sweet Saturday Sample. Today's sample comes from the same manuscript I've been sharing for the last two weeks. Remember from last week that my hero Wes proposed to my heroine Caroline, and she refused him. This excerpt is from earlier in the book when Wes first met Caroline. From the start she was so different from his dead wife that he really didn't know how to take her.


It took Caroline a long time to get dressed which surprised Wes.  Chris (Wes's dead wife.) had been able to dress and get ready to leave home almost as fast as he could, but Caroline still hadn’t made an appearance even though she’d been in the bedroom forever. 

Just when Wes started to worry that maybe she’d had a heart attack or something, the bedroom door opened.  “Do you like my outfit?” Caroline demanded.  “Do you think it’s okay for a job interview?”

Wes didn’t know.  She wore a pair of stretchy, fawn colored pants and a red floral blouse that darn near screamed at you.  Her belt and shoes were the same shocking red as the blouse while the color of her lipstick would put a fire engine to shame.  She pulled on a jacket that matched her pants and smiled sweetly at Wes.

“You look fine,” he finally answered.  Surely he couldn’t get into trouble with that reply.  Truthfully, he didn’t know how she looked.  Chris hadn’t liked bright colors.  She had worn mostly soft, calm neutral, colors.

“Red’s one of my favorite colors.  Maybe it’ll bring me luck when I interview.”  She beamed at Wes, picked up her purse, checked for her car keys, and skipped out the door.

“I hope you have good luck,” Was muttered as he watched Caroline’s car turn toward Fairfield.  “I want you out of my life as soon as possible.”
 
Photo: Morgue Files

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Ten Yen True


Have you read Ten Yen True? If not, here's a little bit about the book.
 
BLURB:

 

When four ten yen coins are mysteriously received, who knows where the journey will lead and what miracles may occur along the way.

For many years, the monk sat beside the Ajiike pond as he did today in the early morning, breathing in the peaceful settings of the Pure Land gardens........He was angry at the awful atrocities so recently bestowed upon his people....

Caitlin was ambitious to the point of ruthlessness.........

JJ was counting on getting a job at Johns Hopkins......he had to get out of Ashland KY and his fathers house before he blew his stack......

Little Tommy....He glanced again at the coin beside his hospital bed and felt suddenly peaceful.....Like maybe everything would be ok.......

Paul Somerville....Tommys father, former Hollywood actor, wannabe political star.......

Four people....four ten yen coins....

and a miracle.........?
 
 
Excerpt:
Raising a hand to stroke his bald head, a tear slipped down Tommy's soft white cheek, and he turned his face into the pillow to muffle the sobs he knew were coming.
 He felt something cool on the pillow against his cheek, and he raised his head, reaching his hand--the one without a needle in a vein--to feel for the object that had caused it. A shiny round coin seemed to glow in the darkness of the room and he took it in his palm, gazing at it in wonder. Was he still dreaming?
 At that moment, his mummy re-entered the room and smiled to see him awake. "Hi Sweetie." He smiled back, knowing she'd put on her brightest smile for him; she always did. Her gaze dropped to the coin in his hand. "What have you got there?" she asked.
 "Money," Tommy whispered, noticing the coin was no longer glowing but looked as dull and brown as an ordinary copper penny.
 "Show me." His mummy held out her hand. Tommy obediently handed her the coin.
 "Well, I've never seen a coin like this before," she said. "Where on earth did you get it from?"
 Tommy shrugged sleepily. "It was on my pillow."
 His mummy gazed at him questioningly, and patted his hand. "You go back to sleep, darling." She put the coin on his bedside table. "This must be a good luck coin," she finally said as she sat on his bed, "and Lord knows we need all the luck we can get right now."
 
AUTHORS Bio and Links:
 

Christina St. Clair
 Award winning author, former shop-girl, chemist, and pastor, is currently a spiritual director, Reiki Master (don't read too much into the title master!), wife, animal lover, and writer.
 She says, "Boring life? Let's not do duty. Let's do awe! Take a look at your own complexity? You might be amazed. Life leads us into so many interesting and sometimes difficult crossroads where we get to choose what now, what next? As a student of mysticism and spirituality in all its incarnations both religious, secular, and new age, I want to understand what life is about, what is truth? I am still seeking, but I am offering to those who are interested my insights weaved throughout my essays and stories. I hope my writings might add to your already surprising lives."
 www.christinastclair.com   www.christinastclair.com/blog
 
 
 
Amanda Armstrong
 
As author of Rose, this is my second published novel. They say everybody has at least one book in them. I have thousands, just screaming to get out!
 A former banker turned wife and mother, I've been given the privilege to do just that and I am having so much fun.
 Check out my author page on Amazon, read my blogs and book excerpts at www.amandaarmstrong1974.co.uk or tweet me @mandymia
 
Christina and Amanda will be awarding an 8 x 8 inch framed tile of Japanese Gardens in Seattle Washington to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour so follow the tour and comment often for a change to win.  Find the tour dates at http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/02/virtual-blurb-blitz-tour-ten-yen-true.html
 

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Stop Animal Cruelty


Hello and welcome to Beyond the Book, Elaine’s way of keeping you up to date on what her characters are doing after the book ends. My name is Kara Cochrane, and I was Elaine’s heroine in Her Kind of Man. My husband and I own a dairy farm, so we are responsible for large numbers of animals. Naturally, we have more cows than anything, but we also have chickens, pigs, cats, and dogs. We will never, even if we live to be a hundred, understand how people can abuse animals. We’re kind of glad we don’t understand it. If you understood it, you’d be as sick and depraved as the ones who’d do it.

Some people haven’t ever been around abused animals. They have no idea how animals suffer. Just look at these little faces and tell me how someone could starve them to the point they’re just a skeleton or drag them behind a vehicle until their skin is rubbed off and their bare flesh is bouncing off the hard pavement.



Since April is Animal Cruelty Awareness month, I challenge you to look animal cruelty in the face and see what it really means. Go here and see if your heart doesn't bleed. Then, try to find ways you can help educate others and make the lives of suffering animals better. Beware, though. The pictures and videos are graphic and terrible.

Monday, April 8, 2013

p.m. terrell: Dylan's Song

Welcome to p.m. terrel's book tour. p.m., thank you so much for including us in your tour.  When did you know you wanted to be a writer?



I knew I wanted to be a writer in the fourth grade when my school principal encouraged me to write. My writing, like my reading, took me into other worlds that have remained with me throughout my life.

 
How long did you write before you got published?

I began writing suspense in 1973 but my first published book was actually a computer how-to book that was released in 1984. It would take another 18 years for my first suspense to be published. I look back now at my earliest attempts and know I wasn’t ready – and they weren’t ready – for prime time. But having been in this industry for so many years, I now feel like I’ve witnessed a publishing revolution. The future looks very exciting.

 

I totally agree.  We have seen a publishing revolution.  What is your favorite scene from your book?

It would have to be The Pond Scene. Dylan and Vicki are in Ireland on a CIA mission when he awakens her in the middle of the night and carries her outside their rented cottage to a pond where they go skinny-dipping… and a whole lot more.

 

He stepped toward her as a lock of water-soaked hair fell across his forehead. His eyes had turned to vivid green in the light of the moon. With the initial shock wearing off and her body warming under the surface of the water, she pressed herself against his chest. As his arms wrapped around her gently, she tilted her head back and draped her arms around his neck.

His lips were full and soft as they brushed against hers. He looked into her eyes and smiled, causing his laugh lines to crinkle and his irises to sparkle. He had an uncanny ability to live in the moment, she thought as she parted her lips. This gift was infectious, and as his lips found hers once more, she felt her heart grow lighter. She felt weightless as he held her, his strong hands rubbing against her back and through her hair while his chest pressed against hers. She didn’t ever want this moment to end.

His kisses grew more passionate and his arms tightened around her until she had to pull back slightly to catch her breath. Her heartbeat had quickened and now as she remained pressed against Dylan, she could feel his heart beating faster as well. He looked down at her, his long lashes shading his eyes. His lips were slightly parted and he was breathing more heavily, his lips slightly upturned in a sly smile.

They stood in the center of the pond for a long time, simply holding each other and feeling the water lap against them in the gentle breeze.

“Lean back,” he said in a soothing voice. “And I’ll catch you in me arms.”

She couldn’t imagine trusting anyone as much as she trusted him. She turned perpendicular to him and started to lean back. True to his word, he caught her in one muscular arm and helped her float along the water’s surface as her long strands billowed out across the water’s surface, glowing almost golden in the moonlight.

 

That's a lovely scene.  What are you working on now?

 
I am working on After the Tempest, the second book in a new Ryan O’Clery suspense series. Ryan is an Irishman working as a homicide detective in North Carolina. In the first book of the series, The Tempest Murders, he finds out a serial killer he is tracking has set his sights on the woman Ryan is falling in love with. In After the Tempest, the killer is back—and more dangerous than ever.

That book is due on my agent’s desk this spring. Then I’ll turn my attention to the fifth book in the Black Swamp Mysteries series, The Pendulum Files. In this book Dylan and Vicki join forces again to find out who is behind the bombing of foreign products making their way to America—and the surprising reason why. This book is scheduled for release in the spring of 2014.

 

Do you have any advice for new authors?

 Three pieces of advice:

 Disconnect your ego from your writing;

 Hone your skills and always seek to improve;

And learn as much as you can about the publishing industry before signing your first contract.


That's excellent advice.  Now for a blurb and an excerpt!


BLURB:  

 

Dylan Maguire returns to his native Ireland with psychic spy Vicki Boyd. Their mission: to locate and extract a CIA Agent who disappeared in Dublin while on the trail of a known terrorist. But when Dylan receives word that his grandmother is dying, he is plunged into a past he thought he’d left behind forever. His mission and the dark secrets he’d sought to keep hidden begin to merge into an underworld that could cost him his life. He must now confront his past demons and the real reason he left Ireland—while Vicki harbors a secret of her own.

 

Suspense Magazine says, “p.m.terrell’s writing is powerfully written and masterfully suspenseful; you have to hang on for the ride of your life.” Midwest Book Review says the Black Swamp Mysteries series is “page-turning action, unforgettable characters, breathtaking descriptions and unexpected plot twists.” And syndicated reviewer Marcia Freespirit says the series is “riveting, spell-binding, sexy and intense!”

 
Excerpt


Brenda motioned for her to stand to the side. Then she parted the curtains.

 

Dylan had come around the back of the house while three men tumbled out of the pickup. They immediately converged at the truck bed, where they picked up pipes and headed toward the front door.

 

“So, Eoghan,” Dylan called. His voice was loud and heavy as he moved further from the house, drawing the largest man’s attention to him. “What’re wantin’ with me now?”

 

“What have they got in their hands?” Vicki whispered hoarsely.

 

“Lead pipes.” Brenda’s voice was husky and strong.

 

“You know what we be wantin’,” the largest one shouted. “We’re here to finish your sorry arse off; what we should’a done a long time ago.”

 

The men began to separate. They looked like a pack of wolves, Vicki thought, as one moved to Dylan’s left while the other moved to his right. The ringleader, Eoghan, stood his ground directly in front of him.

 

“He doesn’t stand a chance with the three of them,” Vicki gasped. “Not spread out like they are, not even with the gun.”

 

“Killin’ me won’t bring ‘er back,” Dylan called. He continued backing away from the house.

 

“No, but it’ll put you in ’ail that much sooner,” one of the others shouted.

 

“Kill me and you’ll spend your life in a prison cell, Aidan,” Dylan said to him. “I’m not worth your freedom.”

 

“Why should we spend our lives in prison for killin’ a man?” the third shouted. “You didn’t spend a day in the clink for killin’ our sister!”

 

Vicki gasped. “My God!”

 

Brenda grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to look her in the face. She hadn’t realized that her sister had disappeared from the window. But now as she stared at her amber eyes burning hot, she began to take in the pistols in each hand. “Slip on a coat and your shoes,” she hissed. “Fast.”





 
 
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
 
p.m.terrell is the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than 16 books. Vicki's Key, one of the first books in the Black Swamp Mysteries series, was one of five finalists in the 2012 International Book Awards (Mystery/Suspense) and 2012 USA Best Book Awards (Mystery/Suspense.) River Passage, an historical work based on her ancestor's migration to Fort Nashborough in 1779-1780, won the 2010 Best Fiction & Drama Award. The Nashville (TN) Metropolitan Government Archives determined it to be so historically accurate that they entered the original manuscript into their Archives for future researchers and historians.
 
Prior to becoming a full-time author in 2002, terrell founded and operated two computer companies in the Washington, DC area. Her clients included the United States Secret Service, CIA, Department of Defense and federal and local law enforcement. Her specialty is in the areas of computer crime and computer intelligence. Her experience in these areas have greatly influenced her books' plots.
 
She is the co-founder of The Book 'Em Foundation, whose slogan is "Buy a Book and Stop a Crook" and whose mission is to raise awareness of the link between high crime rates and high illiteracy rates. She founded Book 'Em North Carolina Writers Conference and Book Fair, an annual event to raise money to increase literacy and reduce crime.
 
For more information on Book 'Em North Carolina, visit www.bookemnc.org and www.bookemnc.blogspot.com.
 
p.m.terrell's website is www.pmterrell.com and her blog is www.pmterrell.blogspot.com.
 
She can be found on Twitter @pmterrell
 

Don't forget to follow p.m.'s tour.  She's giving away a celtic knot necklace to one lucky commenter. To follow her tour go to this link. http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/12/virtual-book-tour-dylans-song-by-pm.html