Writing Paranormal by JoAnne Myers

wicked intentions new versionWhen it comes to fiction writing, almost anything goes. That is why I love writing paranormal and fantasy stories. The author can go completely over the edge and make something unbelievable seem believable. When it comes to ghost stories, I get a lot of my inspiration from real life experiences. Not necessarily my own either. I watch television programs that partake of the supernatural and paranormal flare. Programs from ordinary people who claim they experienced either an afterlife experience, or a haunting.

For my ghost stories, I get a lot of my inspiration from real life experiences. Not necessarily my own, either. I watch television programs with the supernatural and paranormal flare; documentaries from ordinary people who claim they experienced either an afterlife experience, or a haunting.

Some of the stories from my anthology, Wicked Intentions, are based on actual hauntings. In The Legend of Lake Manor, I placed my young psychic, Cassandra Lopez, in a haunted mansion I fashioned on my knowledge of a three-story mansion in my hometown and information from television about a restaurant/bar in Ohio, supposedly ruled by demons so violent that the local police are constantly closing it down.

A television documentary about a young mother plagued by ghost sightings since childhood, inspired The Haunting of Barb Marie and her gift/curse.

And The Apartment, in which my newlyweds, Bill and Gayle, are plagued by sightings of evil ghosts that threaten their marriage and theirs lives, originated from a real apartment haunted by the ghosts of two homosexual lovers who died violently. The legend says no tenant is able to stay there until the spirits are chased off by a paranormal investigation team.

On the Discovery Channel, is where I got the idea for Summer Wind. I learned of the colonial explorer Jonathon Carver who lived during the 1700s and whose ghost is believed to be haunting the Summerwind estate, built in the early 20th century. Carver’s ghost is, supposedly, searching the house’s foundations for deeds to a vast tract of land (10,000 square miles) given to him by Sioux Indian chiefs as a reward for the peace treaty he created between two warring tribes. In my Summer Wind, 29 year-old Ginger is mysteriously drawn to the old mansion, and like the many owners of the real mansion, the haunting had a negative and profound effect on Ginger and her family.

Another investigative program concerned one sister’s psychic premonitions about her twin’s murder. This led to my story, Blood Ties, and my heroine, Audra Roper’s dark, disturbing visions of her sister’s disappearance and the roller coaster of risks, heartbreak, and intrigue that followed.

Dark Visions came from reading a newspaper story while sitting in a diner. A young woman began having visions of her father’s disappearance that was actually his murder from years earlier. So, my Carrie Reynolds starts having nightmares on her twenty-sixth birthday and believes these ‘dark visions’ can solve the twenty year disappearance of her father.

I set my murder mystery, The Truth Behind the Lies, on Norfolk Island after following a three year long murder investigation on that island from 2003. In my story, Federal Police Inspector Ian Christian faces attacks, more murders and ghostly occurrences, and the killer is closer than anyone realizes.

So, the next time you get Writer’s Block, or need a new idea, try switching on the television, open a newspaper, delve into history or simply look and listen. You will find something to stimulate your muse.

Story Teasers


After the mysterious disappearance of twenty-six year old wife and mother Lisa Smalley, her twin, Audra Roper, begins having dark and disturbing visions of Lisa’s disappearance. Trying to survive while looking for Lisa, Audra’s life becomes a roller coaster of risks, heartbreak, and intrigue.


Even as a child, Barb Marie saw dead people. This took an unhealthy toil on her throughout her childhood and young adulthood.


When twenty-nine year old Ginger discovers the old mansion Summer Wind, she is mysteriously drawn to it. Immediately, the haunting’s have a negative and profound effect on the family.

THE TRUTH BEHIND THE LIES-laying the Norfolk ghost to rest

Solving the brutal murder of American born Ruthie Geil becomes a gauntlet of attacks and more murders for Federal Police Inspector Ian Christian. Between the victims family, ex-lovers, and ghostly occurrences on Norfolk Island, the killer is closer than anyone realizes.


For the young psychic Cassandra Lopez, coming to the infamous and haunted mansion Lake Manor, was more like a mission.


When young newlyweds Bill and Gayle move into their new apartment, their lives are plagued with sightings of evil ghosts that threaten their marriage and lives.


When Carrie Reynold’s starts having nightmares on her twenty-sixth birthday, she believes her “dark visions” can solve the twenty year disappearance of her father.

Excerpt from “Dark Visions”

Carrie examined the meds. “Mom, these are really strong. Should you be mixing them with your heart medication?” Carrie pushed them back toward her mother, reluctant to consume any un-prescribed medication. But her mother refused to take them back.

“I’ll be fine, dear. I gotta go. Don’t be late for church.”

“I won’t.” Carrie waved and walked on toward her home. After settling Mitzi down for the night, she enjoyed a hot aromatic bath, then sank into her queen-sized bed hoping for peaceful and undisturbed slumber. The pills her mother had given her sat on her bedroom night stand. As she lay in bed, she contemplated taking them. Perhaps her nightmare was a fluke and would never happen again. She decided against the sleeping aids and turned off the light.

Three hours later, she bolted upright, covered in sweat. The same frightening and unclear nightmare had returned…in spades. She immediately called Mark, “I’m sorry to wake you, but…”

“You had the same bad dream?”

“Yes! What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know, but I’m coming over.”

“I’ll meet ya downstairs.”

A few minutes later she met him at the door. “Thanks for coming over at this hour.”

“Let’s sit.”

They moved to the couch. Over a glass of wine, Mark probed into Carrie’s subconscious. He ended up saying, “There’s got to be more to these nightmares than insomnia or eating something that disagreed with you.”

“What makes no sense to me is that I’ve never had a bad dream until I turned twenty-six.”

Mark thought about her statement. “Maybe there’s a connection—your age.”

“My age? What does that mean?”

“At your party, one of your relatives told me your father disappeared when he was twenty-six years old.”

Carrie remained momentarily silent. “That’s right! My father deserted me and Mother on his twenty-sixth birthday. It’s been so long I’d forgotten much of what she told me.” She buried her face in her hands. “This is too creepy. What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know, but I know someone who may be able to answer our questions. Have you ever been hypnotized?”

She was shocked. “Are you serious?”

“There’ve been many major breakthroughs in hypnotic sessions designed to restore one’s memory.”

“I’m religious. My mother is religious. Our church does not approve of anything artificial or connected to psychics or voodoo or…”

“Hypnotism is not black magic. It’s very much the opposite. It’s approved by the medics.”

Carrie was confused. “But what will people think if they find out I went to a shrink?” She paced the floor on the verge of tears.

He took her trembling hands in his. “No one need ever find out. These sessions are completely confidential. The doctor will even come here if you like.”

“He will?”

“Yes. I really believe this procedure will help bring your dark visions into the light.”

Mark’s gentle touch and comforting words convinced Carrie she would be right in talking to a counselor. She agreed to seek professional help.

“You won’t regret your decision,” he said, and kissed her with his full-blown passion, showing the depth and breadth of his caring. “I know exactly what you need right now.”

Carrying her into the bedroom they tore at each
other’s clothes until they melted as one onto her mattress and became true lovers.

5*****Review for Wicked Intentions- A paranormal anthology

Reviewed May 2014 by Linda Tonis Member of the Paranormal Romance Review Team

“This was a very interesting collection of short stories and all had a touch of the paranormal. Overall, this is a book well worth reading.”

About the Author  me and jasmine (2)
JoAnne has been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of her life. Besides having several novels under her belt, JoAnne canvas paints. When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, JoAnne spends time with relatives, and volunteers her time within the community. JoAnne is a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill’s Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. JoAnne believes in family values and following your dreams. JoAnne’s original canvas paintings, can be found at: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com

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Can We Be Frank?

Frank Face

Agent Frank, 4 months old.

Today is Friday (YAY!) and to kick off my new Friday Feature, “Can We Be Frank?” I’d like to introduce our new baby pug, Agent Frank. Remember Men in Black II? Yes, THAT Agent Frank.

Frank came to us from the wonderful Lynda Hoffman of Lotus Blossom Pugs. We are very grateful to her for allowing this little man to come into our lives.


Frank has new friends.

Harry Spotter and Frank

Harry Spotter and Frank

Frank and Harbor

Harbor and Frank









He gets tired from playing so hard.

Sleeping Frank

Sleeping Frank

And sometimes, he gets into awkward situations…but haven’t we all been there?



Happy Friday! My job now is to work Agent Frank into my next story. Should he sing? Or play the strong silent pug? Stay tuned…

Jennifer Loizeaux Asks, “Why Does This Always Happen When I’m in the Shower?”

Some of my best writing comes when I’m either driving my car or in the bathroom. Basically at any point where writing would be socially awkward, if not dangerous, and I have zero chance of being able to get more than a few lines memorized as I frantically search for my notepad.

The writer’s life… never a dull moment.

My characters usually bug me in the shower, maybe because my brain hasn’t switched on yet and my subconscious can finally flood me with coherent thoughts. And I could just ignore it all, but the sad fact is a LOT of cool plot twists and interesting character developments happen during this time.

One day, I’ll have the time in the morning to actually write before I have to shower.

ShowerThat used to be where the safety bar was. See what happens when you bother a writer who just wants to bathe? :-)

Jennifer LJennifer Loizeaux (pronouced “Low-WAH-zoh”) is a longtime Virginia resident who grew up outside of Charlottesville, Tokyo, and Frankfurt, Germany. She began writing short stories and novellas at the age of thirteen to escape bullying and fell in love with crafting stories.

She continued writing novellas and poetry through high school, college, and a 7-year teaching career in northern Virginia and southern Maryland. She’s a member of Mystery Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, Sisters in Crime, and Romance Writers of America.

When Jennifer’s not busy helping to facilitate her local writing critique group, she’s seeking out the scariest thrill rides at local theme parks in the greater D.C. Metro area. She’s now actively at work on Deadly Flight and other light mysteries.

She loves interacting with readers at her website. You can also find her on Pinterest and Facebook, and follow her on Twitter.

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Chasing Shadows, A Brita Madison Paranormal Mystery by Dannye Williamsen and Sandy Wolters

Chasing Shadows_FINAL Kindle-Cover_CS“Only the living are so persistent. The dead seem to understand that time is no longer an issue for them.”

Brita is at best a reluctant psychic, and Chief of Police James Weston is the “poster boy for conservative.” Can he accept the unimaginable?

Brita Madison has found a sanctuary in Williams, Arizona, a refuge from the multitude of visions and voices that have chased her all her life. Then one vision touches her soul, and she finds herself embroiled in the middle of a missing person’s case with a woman’s life at stake. Little does she know that this is only the beginning.

Brita’s visions uncover a trail of murders centered around the historic Route 66. As Brita steps deeper into the world she has been trying to escape, she and Weston are in a race against time to identify the serial killer. This journey threatens to tear apart their lives as well as those closest to them.

“Chasing after the shadows left behind by sick minds is damaging to one’s soul when you are just following the clues. Vicariously experiencing the trauma through visions like Brita’s would have to tear at the very fabric of your being.” – Chief of Police James Weston

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Brita stepped to one side as a disheveled man exited the police station. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with sorrow. She literally felt the pain flowing from him. She shuddered as she watched him walk away.

Stepping inside, Brita looked around. Surprisingly, there didn’t appear to be much going on, at least not here at the station. She fully expected to see police officers bustling around, scrambling to do everything in their power to find the missing woman. I guess real life isn’t anything like the movies, she thought as she tried to regain her resolve to add her two cents to this mess.

“May I help you?” asked the woman behind the counter. Brita hesitated. She still wasn’t sure she should be here. If the past was any indication, they would just dismiss her as some kind of nut. Then she thought of Crista’s last coherent words—Help me.


Brita pulled herself out of her internal argument and stepped up to the counter. “I would like to see the Chief of Police. I have some information that may help find Crista Long.”
Startled, Brenda glanced toward the door, glad that Brad was no longer here. She didn’t want him getting his hopes up if this was just a hoax. “Your name, please?” Brenda asked, pen in hand.

“Brita. Brita Madison.”

“And how did you come by this information, Miss Madison?”

Brita cleared her throat. “I would rather discuss it with the Chief, if you don’t mind,” she stated as clearly and forcefully as she could, trying to build her own confidence and not sound too nervous. Glancing toward the door inscribed with his name and title, she took a step in that direction.

“I’m sorry, Miss Madison, but my job is to be the gatekeeper. If you have information that’s pertinent to this case, you’ll need to share it with me first.” Brenda believed she knew everyone in town, but this woman was a stranger, making her even more reluctant to let her speak with the Chief.

“But …” This wasn’t working out the way she had envisioned it. Brita did not want to share her visions with just anyone. It was bad enough that she felt she had to share them with the Chief, but she did not want to be the butt of gossip as she had been in her hometown. She would never allow that to happen again. She turned to leave.
At that moment, Chief Weston came out of his office and headed toward the front counter. Glancing back at the dispatcher, Brita quickly asked, “Are you the Chief of Police?”

Trying to intervene, Brenda blurted out, “Chief, I—” However, her boss was already answering the woman standing in front of him.

“Yes, I am, and you are?” he asked as he grinned and thrust out his hand, easily shifting into the public relations persona of Chief of Police.

“I’m Brita Madison, and I would like to talk to you in private about the Crista Long disappearance.” God, she thought, he is definitely not what I was expecting. That gray in his hair is gorgeous, and those eyes … She was just starting to take in the black, classic-fit Dockers, the plain white shirt, and the casual, but sexy-looking sport coat when the Chief dropped his hold on her hand and turned to Brenda with a questioning look.

“Sorry, Chief. I was trying to get her to tell me what her information was, and she wouldn’t.”

Turning back to Brita, Chief Weston stepped to one side and swung his arm in the direction of his office, wondering if this was the break for which he had been hoping. Brita swallowed hard and walked in that direction.

The Chief was convinced Brad Long was the cause behind his wife’s disappearance, but he needed a reason to move forward. Perhaps this pretty little thing will provide the motive I’m looking for, he thought. Watching her as she walked past, he didn’t doubt that she could have tempted Brad to do just about anything.

Once both were seated, Chief Weston asked, “Well, what is it you know?” Staring at her as she twisted uncomfortably in her seat, he added, “Are you involved in her disappearance?”

“Oh, my god, no!” cried Brita. Pulling her lips tight around her teeth and clasping and unclasping her hands, Brita took a deep breath. With as much resolve as she could muster, she declared, “No, I am not involved. What I do know is that I don’t believe she is the victim of foul play like they reported on the news. I’m sure she was in an accident.”

We also have a link to the first chapter on the Media Room page on our website: http://www.woltersandwilliamsen.com/media-room.html

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Paranormal abilities related to the mind intrigue me because they draw attention to the possibilities that lie outside the acceptable range of thinking for most people. Stories that embrace the paranormal make the reader want to dig deeper and reach higher to partake of such miraculous experiences, to step outside the humdrum of one’s normal life. Whether the stories are mysteries, suspense, or romance, the paranormal element allows a writer to present a unique perspective.

As an empathic writer, I experience an altered state when I sit down to the keyboard. I am not able to daydream about my story or work it all out in my head when I am away from the keyboard. Once my fingers are on the keys, I step into the characters emotionally. In writing the story, I experience intensely personal relationships with them, despite their being fictional. I feel their pain, their joy, and allow them to lead the way in unfolding the story. In writing all my books, including the nonfiction, it has been a dedicated investment of energy, and I am truly grateful for the experiences.

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Sandy Wolters

I started writing paranormal romance relatively late in life. I was fifty-years old when I published my first book. Many would ask why it took so long to start a writing career that I was so compelled to do, and I really only have one answer. Life experiences finally brought me to the place where I felt I had something to offer.

The romantic influence of my writing career came easy because I married my high school sweetheart, and we’ve been together ever since. I thank the stars above for him every day of my life. I’m living the romantic dream, people, with the man I was destined to be with, and it feels wonderful! Every romance I write, he is right there in the forefront of my mind.

The paranormal influence of my writing also came at a young age but was much more subtle. My books have always contained hints of the supernatural, anything from ghosts of loved ones to psychic abilities. My personal experience with the paranormal started at a young age and blossomed over the years.

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Character Interview with Nick Knight from SLEEPING WITH SANTA, by Debra Druzy

perf5.000x8.000.inddThank you for having us on your blog today, Sharon. I’m Debra Druzy, the author of SLEEPING WITH SANTA, and Nick Knight is the hero from the story. He’s been looking forward to jumping off the pages, so this interview comes at the perfect time—isn’t that right, Nick?

Ya better believe it, sugar. Don’t get me wrong, I love being in SLEEPING WITH SANTA, but a man’s gotta stretch his legs every now and then. Hit me with your best shot, Sharon.

Where are you from? Did you have a happy childhood?
Happy childhood? That’s kinda deep right outta the gate. I was hoping for an easy question, like what’s my favorite food? ’Cause that’s simple, anything sweet—cookies, candy, you name it. As far as my childhood, I wouldn’t call it sweet. But it wasn’t all sour either. I was born and raised in Star Harbor, upstate in New York, which is just a ferry ride away from my new home in Scenic View, on Long Island. My Grandma Dorothy raised me since I was eight years old, after my mom ran off with her new husband. If I didn’t move in with Grandma I doubt I woulda met my best friend, Tristan—we’re closer than brothers, still, after all these years. So, yeah, I’d say my childhood was happy—I can’t really complain.

Where do you live now and what do you do for a living? Is there something you’d rather be doing?
I’ve only been living in Scenic View since September, filling a temporary slot in their fire department. Before they closed my substation in Star Harbor, I was a Fire Captain there. It just so happened the Scenic View Fire Department was shorthanded, plus I had some legal issues in town with some long-lost relative. It was supposed to be a temporary relocation, but I’m still here. I’m also an independent snow removal contractor. I guess if I never became a firefighter I would’ve gone into construction; I’m good with my hands and a hammer.

What’s going on in your life right now?
The legal issues I mentioned involved a bunch of landholdings on Long Island, plus a couple million bucks. My great-uncle apparently left all he had to me. I haven’t quite wrapped my mind around it yet.

Is there someone special in your life?
I’d like to say so, but she’s real good at playing hard to get. Her name is Lily, and if she heard me talking about her right now she’d probably elbow me in the gut. She’s a spunky little firecracker with red hair and stubborn streak as wide as the Long Island Sound.

How did you meet? What’s her family like?
We met in the liquor store. Like me, she’s on her own in the world. Her folks are deceased. But she has a surrogate family who keeps tabs on her; they’re real protective. I get the feeling they don’t like me too much because I’m older and was married once before.

What’s keeping you two apart?
She has this hang-up about not dating a firefighter. Or maybe she just won’t date me. I haven’t figured it out yet.

What one thing could you do that would make you feel like the relationship will work out?
If I just could get her to go on a date with me, I’d prove I’m the man for her. I want to help her get over her fears. Share her emotional baggage with me. But I can’t force it to happen. If she’d just take a chance and trust me, trust herself, I know we’d have a great shot at a happily-ever-after. I can make her happy.

Any last comments?
As much as I’d like to chat a little longer, I need to hit the road now—the snow’s coming down sideways and accumulation only makes it harder to plow. Read SLEEPING WITH SANTA for the rest of my story. You’ll also meet my best buddy Tristan (Deb’s working on writing his hot little romance right now). Thanks for having me here, Sharon. I hope you and your followers have a cozy winter.

Book blurb:
When Nick reluctantly accepts the temporary transfer to the Scenic View Fire Department he doesn’t plan on playing Santa Claus for the kiddie Christmas party. Sticking around town for the special assignment will give him a chance to get to know lonely, local sweetheart Lily and find out why she wants nothing to do with him.
Lily is a lifelong fixture in Scenic View, sick of living hand-to-mouth in a place where everyone’s nose is in her personal business. Just when she’s ready to move out of town, she meets the gorgeous newcomer, and it’s lust at first sight. The only thing is she doesn’t date firemen, which is too bad, because charming Nick seems like a real keeper.

With a little Christmas magic and help from the Santa suit, will Nick find a way into Lily’s heart and change her mind?


“Going in or coming out?”

“Sorry.” As Lily jumped aside to free up the doorway, she recognized Nick’s superlative smile beaming like the sun, warming every cell in her body. His nose was rosy, and his quizzical eyes shimmered with moisture as if he’d been in the frigid wind for too long. She bit her tongue to prevent any wild thoughts from rushing past her shivering lips.

“Hey, are you following me?” He winked.

“I, um…” His distinctive musk and cinnamon scent derailed her train of thought. She hid her smile while brushing away an escaped curl tickling her chin. Did her best to contain the butterflies fluttering in her belly.

“Well?” Nick cocked his head. “I’m cold and hungry. How about you?” He grimaced, underdressed for the blustery weather in a black leather jacket with a red scarf tucked into the collar. “Care to join me?”

Of course, she wanted to join him but the rapid fire of her treacherous heart made it difficult to breathe, let alone talk, and her feet were too stunned to move.

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna. But why eat alone when we could eat together? Unless, of course, you’re not here alone.”


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Debra Druzy by KMPNY-9Debra Druzy is a lifelong Long Islander, writing contemporary romance while caring for the hubby, two daughters, and a furbaby. She loves Christmastime any time and is a sucker for a sweet and sexy happily-ever-after. Her debut novel, SLEEPING WITH SANTA, a spicy romance, published by The Wild Rose Press, is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other notable booksellers. She’s working on her next romance situated in the fictitious town of Scenic View.

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E.J. Stevens’ Birthright Cover Reveal

I am very excited to show off the cover to BIRTHRIGHT, the fourth full-length novel in the Ivy Granger urban fantasy series by E.J. Stevens!

This cover does a fantastic job of displaying Ivy Granger’s growing proficiency with knives. It also gives us a sneak peek at the horrors that Ivy must face in Tech Duinn, on her way to Faerie.

What do you think of the cover?

 Cover Reveal Birthright by E.J. Stevens an Ivy Granger Urban Fantasy NovelBirthright (Ivy Granger #4) by E.J. Stevens

Being a faerie princess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…

Ivy must go to Faerie, but the gateway to the Wisp Court is through Tech Duinn, the house of Donn—Celtic god of the dead. Just her luck.

Unable to share her secret with Jinx, and with Jenna called away on Hunters’ Guild business, Ivy must rely on Ceff and Torn to lead her to Death’s door, literally, and back again. As if that wasn’t dangerous enough, there’s no saying what horrors lay in store within the Faerie realm. Too bad the Wisp Court is the one lead Ivy has in the search for
her father—and possible salvation.

Maybe hiding away and dodging sidhe assassins isn’t so bad after all…

Release Date: July 14, 2015

Genre: Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

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About the Ivy Granger Series

The Ivy Granger series is an urban fantasy series written by E.J. Stevens. The series is told in the first-person point of view of Ivy Granger, a psychic detective with ties to the
paranormal underworld of Harborsmouth–ties that ensnare Ivy and her friend, Jinx, in the Machiavellian schemes of the city’s teeming population of bloodsucking vampires and psychotic faeries.

Books in this series: Shadow Sight (Ivy Granger #1), Blood and Mistletoe
(Ivy Granger #1.5), Ghost Light (Ivy Granger #2), Club Nexus (Ivy
Granger #2.5), Burning Bright (Ivy Granger #3).

About the Author

E.J. Stevens is the author of the Spirit Guide young adult series and the bestselling Ivy Granger urban fantasy series. When E.J. isn’t at her writing desk she enjoys dancing along seaside cliffs, singing in graveyards, and sleeping in faerie circles. E.J. currently
resides in a magical forest on the coast of Maine where she finds daily inspiration for her writing.

Connect with E.J. on Twitter, Goodreads, Amazon, Facebook, and on her Blog.

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Character Interview with Marcus from Blood Prophecy by Barb Jones

cover_Blood Prophecy_JonesWhere are you from? Did you have a happy childhood?

I’m from many places in Europe. I spent time in Spain, England, Bruges, Italy, everywhere. Childhood? What’s that? (laughing) I grew up and was a clockmaker’s apprentice. But, before I could carry on his work, he died of the palsy and I met Eliza. That was when I was born – a vampire. I’ve had two childhoods. One as a human and the other as a newborn more than 200 years ago.

Where do you live now and what do you do for a living? Is there something you’d rather be doing?

I live in Seattle with my father, Michael and two beautiful women. Michael is not my maker but he took me in when I was a newborn. I help Michael with his estate affairs, his finances, and of course, there is the prophecy! What would I rather be doing? Hmm, honestly, I would rather be roaming the world with Chloe than waiting for the next attack to come.

What’s going on in your life right now?

Chloe and I are getting closer. We didn’t exactly hit it off right away but things changed and well, with Amber as the Queen, we all have a part to play. I’m looking forward to Chloe and I becoming closer. A lot of our time is really spent on solving this prophecy and to make life better for all.

Is there someone special in your life?

Chloe is my “witchy” girlfriend. She is the most powerful witch and beautiful. Did I mention sexy? She is my everything.

How did you meet? What’s his/her family like?

We met – kinda on a blind date. Michael wanted to meet Amber but it ended up being all four of us. I met her family briefly but they are strange. They’re growing on me but she comes from a long line of witches.

What’s keeping you two apart?

Nothing really. We are inseparable unless we are dealing with the Prophecy or hunting.

What one thing could you do that would make you feel like the relationship will work out?

I would love for her to become a vampire but that’s not her thing. She doesn’t like the sight of blood. I came in one night from feeding and there was a drop of blood on my cheek. She got sick right there. Not one of her shining moments but I adore her no matter what.

Any last comments?

Thank you for having me here. And it’s kind of you to offer me a cup of blood while we do this interview.

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Interview with Rachel Rawlings, Author of Ill Fated

RawlingsWhat made you decide to be an author?
I’ve always had a passion for writing. I filled notebooks with poetry and half written stories when I was in school but it wasn’t until I was in my thirties that I decided to pursue this crazy dream of becoming an author. A friend of mine and I were in a book club. It had two members, us. We’d talk for hours about the stories, plot lines, character and world development. I often found myself thinking, if this were my book I would have done it this way. Not because I thought I was better than the author but because I could see and hear a different story. Finally I sat down and wrote a few paragraphs. And then a few paragraphs more. Each night after the kids were tucked in bed I sat in front of my computer with a glass of wine and hacked away at the keyboard. Before I knew it I finished a book. I didn’t plan on publishing it at first but decided that even if it only sold a few copies, just family and friends purchased it, my children would still see that I completed it- that anything is possible.

What do you like best about being a writer? What do you like the least?
I love the feeling of a story or its characters taking over. Just when you think you have the plot worked out they throw a fork in the road and yank the steering wheel to the left, driving you down a different path altogether. My least favorite thing is the insecurity that comes with finishing a novel. Will they like it? Am I any good? What will they think? I worry when I throw a party for my kids, will people show up, will everyone have a good time. Releasing a book is an entirely new level of neurosis for me!

How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing?

I’m still experiencing life. It’s still molding me into the person I want to be when I grow up. I’ve had and interesting and challenging life so far. Worse than some and better than others. Each of the challenges and accomplishments have taught me it’s never too late to become the person you want to be or to do the thing you love to do.

Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book–as if the words came of their own accord? If yes, which book did that happen with?

Yes! Witch Hunt was very much that way. Two of my secondary characters stole the show. Aidan especially. He was simply meant to be a vampire brought in to help Maurin, my lead and the next thing you know he’s got the keys to the car and he’s driving. Cash, my alpha wolf, demanded a little lead time of his own so I wrote a novella in the series for him.

You’ve written five novels and are working on a sixth novel. What’s your favorite time management tip?
Avoid the distractions. I don’t look at my phone in the morning until after I’ve written something.

Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?

Oh, I am definitely a pantser. I talked about this on a panel last year at HallowRead. I have a general idea of the beginning and the ending but everything in the middle happens organically. This leads to a few negative word count days, where you back out more than you keep but I like to watch the story unfold. J.R. Ward has a great quote about being the first reader for her novels while she’s writing. It’s very much like that for me.

If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be?

Carve out time, even fifteen minutes, to write. Write something every day, even a paragraph. Before you know it you’ll have a book. I’ve started writing in the morning before everyone is geared up and going for the day. I replaced my daily dose of news with my tablet and hot coffee! Best way to start my day.

Did music help you find your muse with this book? If yes, which song did you find yourself going back to over and over again as you wrote?

I had my Pandora set to play music by the Deftones and bands similar to them. I was really into them while writing Ill Fated. I’m starting on a stand alone novel now called Payable On Death, inspiration struck for the main character and plot while listening to a saong by The Pretty Reckless. Music is a big influence for me.

Tell me more about Ill Fated. Rawlings_Ill Fated
Some things are destined to end in death. After the first attempt on her life Maurin wasn’t scared. Hell, she was almost flattered. But someone put a price on her head and things are getting complicated. Trouble is brewing in the fae courts and it’s spilling over into Salem. The UnSeelie Dark Guard have answered the call for her head on a platter and people closest to her are disappearing.

Can Maurin master court politics and find her missing men before someone claims the bounty on her head?

How about an excerpt from Ill Fated?

Mason was so engrossed in the file on his desk he didn’t hear me come in. He looked as tired as I felt – too many double shifts. Despite an uptick in activity, SPTF was short staffed due to budget cuts. Without enough man power to staff the shifts properly overtime was mandatory.

“Is that for me?” I pointed at the to-go cup and white paper bag on his desk.

He finally looked up and gave me a smile which lit up his whole face. “As promised.”

I stole a quick kiss, grabbed the coffee and croissant, and settled in the chair across from him. I took a long sip of my latte, savoring the delicious mix of tea and espresso.

“Man, I needed this. Is that the case you’re working on?”

“Yeah, we’ve got a real problem on our hands.”

“Don’t we always.” I tried to peak at the file.

Mason closed the manila folder. “I’d rather wait until everyone is here.”

“Who else is coming besides Amalie?” My curiosity was definitely peaked now. I reached across his desk, hoping to grab the file.

“You look exhausted. Tell me about your dream while we wait.”

I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. “I see this for the obvious distraction it is but you’re right.” Sighing, I rubbed my temple.“However, I’m exhausted, too exhausted to argue. So I’ll tell you. Prepare to be confounded.”

He listened intently as I filled him in on the nightly visits from the weathered old woman who washed my clothes and hauntingly called my name. I expected him to laugh and tell me it was just a dream, that I had nothing to worry about.

I didn’t expect him to look so stricken.

“Bean Nighe.” He all but whispered the name.

“You’ve heard of her?”

“Of course I’ve heard of her. How long has she been coming to you?”

I stared at him curiously. “A few weeks. Why?”

“A few weeks and this is the first I’m hearing of it?” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, obviously struggling to control his temper.“We talked about this. No holding things back, remember?”

“I thought it was just a dream.” I shrugged.“Honestly, I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“It was a big enough deal for you to research it.” Agitation rolled off him in waves.

Where can readers find more about your stories, books and you on the Internet?

Website: www.rachelrawlings.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/themaurinkincaideseries
Twitter: @rachelsbooks

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Rachel, thank you so much for being with us here today. I know my readers will enjoy your work and your interview.

Interview with Barb Jones, Author of Blood Prophecy: Queen’s Destiny, Book One

barb_Jones_author picWhat made you decide to be an author?

I don’t think anything MADE me decide to be an author, it just happened. I was so tired of the same take on vampires and werewolves, that I wrote a book based on what I wanted to read. The story also came from dreams I had. I guess I really needed a different kind of book to read. Well, long story short, I wrote Queen’s Destiny and after a few friends read it, they urged me to publish it!

What do you like best about being a writer? What do you like the least?
I think I love the fact that my imagination can go anywhere with my writing. I mean, there are no limitations to where the possibilities lay! The least part, hmm, that’s a tough one. I guess I would have to say in choosing the ending of the book. I’m a pantster so I don’t know how any of my books are going to end!

How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing?
My life experiences provide me the determination and strength to accept reviews, well, I call them feedback, with courage and resolve. I know not everyone is going to love the paranormal but my book is more than a paranormal story. It is a mystery, romance, some strong erotic content and more.

Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book–as if the words came of their own accord? If yes, which book did that happen with?

I think that happens for all my books. They eventually unfold and write themselves.

You’ve written three novels and are working on a several more at the same time. What’s your favorite time management tip?

Time management – I would have to say due diligence and discipline. I’m that way at work too. I manage my time very well.

Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?

I’m a pantster. I write by the seat of my pants, I’d like to say.

If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be?

Never give up no matter what. Keep writing, keep dreaming and everything will fall into place!

Did music help you find your muse with this book? If yes, which song did you find yourself going back to over and over again as you wrote?
Actually, sleeping is my muse because I don’t need to think about anything and my imagination will just take off. It’s got a mind of its own at times.

Tell me more about Queen’s Destiny. cover_Blood Prophecy_Jones

Amber Stone, once a child prodigy, has just become curator of a special collection of Macedonian artifacts for the Seattle Museum of Natural History. Chloe, a prodigy of a different sort, holds a position at the museum focusing on tribal art. The two become fast friends, united by Amber’s unsettling dreams and Chloe’s unorthodox ways of dealing with them. Two strangers arrive in town, bringing with them a prophecy recorded more than three-thousand years ago, a prophecy that places Amber directly in the midst of a battle that has spanned a millennia.

How about an excerpt from Queen’s Destiny?
Let’s meet Chloe. She’s the witch in the series! This seems to be a favorite part amongst my readers:

Chloe, Yakima, 1993


Chloe held tightly to her mother’s hand and they walked through the pines. She stepped around the occasional drifts of snow that stubbornly refused to melt even now at the end of March. Six others walked with them, heading deeper into the woods. Chloe looked at their feet, trying to match the sound of the needles and brush crackling under their boots to each particular step. She concentrated on the sounds. When she was satisfied she could identify each of the walkers by the noise of their footsteps, she turned her attention to their breathing. Her mother was easy, and she recognized the pattern without having to think much about it.

The others took a little work. The man ahead and to the right breathed shallowly and regularly, while the one behind them wheezed a little. The woman next to her mother breathed purposefully, as though every exhalation resulted from conscious intention. The others—

“Mommy, stop.” Her mother looked down at her and Chloe began to tug at her arm, pulling her south. “Come on.” Her mother looked at the wheezing man and he nodded, so she allowed Chloe to guide her and the others followed. In a few minutes, the bubbling of the Yakima River reached Chloe’s ears. In four or five more, the others heard it as well. She pulled her mother through a last copse of trees and stood at the bank, staring at the water.

“What is it, honey?” Chloe’s mother knelt beside her and studied her face.

“The whitefish is about to die.” Chloe pointed at the water.

“What whitefish, sweetie?”

“The one right there.” She was still pointing at the water. Her mother followed her finger to the water and squinted, but couldn’t make out anything below the ripples of the river.
“How is the whitefish going to die, Chloe?” It was the wheezer. He’d walked up to where the girl and her mother stood on the bank. He pointed at the water. “Will another fish come and get it?”

Chloe reached out and took the man’s hand, still pointing, and lifted it up, pushing it as far as her reach allowed. “The sky will kill it.”

The man looked up and studied the sky for a while, then turned his attention on Chloe’s mother. “Marlene, I’m just not sure. She feels intently, I know that. Still, it’s not just…what? What is it?”

Marlene’s eyes had grown wide and she stared at the sky. “Look, Tom.”

He looked up. It was an eagle, and it circled above the river. Suddenly, it dove, and Tom gasped at the speed of the thing. In only a second or so, it was flying back upward, a whitefish in its talons.

He looked at Chloe. “You were right, she has the Sight.”

Where can readers find more about your stories, books and you on the Internet?

Website Links:
Website: www.thebloodprophecy.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/bloodprophecybooks
Twitter: @bloodprophecy_1

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Queens-Destiny-Blood-Prophecy-One-ebook/dp/B00NCN1CJU

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/queens-destiny-barb-jones/1120422798?ean=2940150745094

Barb, thank you so much for being with us here today. I know my readers will enjoy your work and your interview.

Thank you so much for having me. I had a wonderful time.

Interview with Puja Guha, Author of Ahriman: The Spirit of Destruction

PUJA GUHAPuja Guha began writing in 2010 by participating in the National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo). The idea for THE AHRIMAN LEGACY struck her during a family vacation shortly before that. She has lived in Kuwait, Toronto, Paris, London, and several American cities including New York, Washington DC, and San Francisco. She is a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania with work experience in finance and health care consulting. After completing a master’s degree in public policy from London School of Economics and Sciences Po, she is now working as an independent consultant on international development programs, primarily in Africa and South Asia. AHRIMAN: THE SPIRIT OF DESTRUCTION is her first novel.

What made you decide to be an author?
The idea for my first book is what made me start writing. I had plans to write it immediately but instead I played around with short stories for a while. A couple of years later, I finally wrote the first draft of the story and went on from there.

What do you like best about being a writer?
When I’m writing, I can see scenes in front of me as if they’re real. I love that feeling as the story moves forward. It takes me to places that I couldn’t imagine otherwise.

How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing thrillers?

Growing up I was lucky enough to live and travel all over the place. That experience has created a lot of different settings and pictures in my mind that I draw upon in my writing.

Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book–as if the words came of their own accord? If yes, which book did that happen with?
This happens every time I write. I can’t predict a lot of what happens in my books when I start and the words just seem to appear.

You’ve written one novel and are working on two more (coming out in 2015). What’s your favorite time management tip?

My favorite time management tactic is to set a minimum goal for myself that I have to meet. Each day when I’m writing I set a minimum target of 2000 words. When the target is set, I always meet it. I’ve found that the concrete goal helps me get around all the distractions of the internet, phone, and life in general.

Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?
I’m a pantser for sure. When I start I have a vague idea of what’s going to happen in my story and that’s how I start. At the end I’m often in a completely different spot, with some characters more important than I expected and vice versa. I usually outline when I’m doing my first edit so that I can make sure that the story ties together well.

If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be?
Remember that writer’s block is a construct. Everyone procrastinates. It’s part of human nature. I believe that writer’s block is a form of procrastination. What’s much worse about it is that we as authors have empowered it by calling it writer’s block. We’ve made it excusable. I believe the only way to get past it is to sit down at your computer (or other writing vehicle) and put in the time.

Do you listen to music when you write? Do you have a theme song for this book? What music did you go back to over and over as you wrote it, or as you write, in general?
It varies. Sometimes I listen to a couple of songs I’ve heard a thousand times over on loop (e.g., Matchbox Twenty ‘How Far We’ve Come’). After the first couple of times, the music becomes ambient noise and I can focus.

Tell me more aboutPuha GUHA Cover Ahriman: The Spirit of Destruction.
Ahriman is an espionage thriller about an assassination plot in the Middle East. The story follows two main characters: Petra Shirazi, a retired spy who gets pulled back into the field, and the assassin himself. The word Ahriman comes from Zoroastrian (Persian) mythology, and means the spirit of destruction. I named the assassin’s character this because he destroys others’ lives and his own.

How about an excerpt from Ahriman: The Spirit of Destruction.

Tehran, Iran – May 28, 2018

“Is this Kasem Ismaili?”

“Yes,” he said as he groggily rubbed his eyes. “Who is this?”

“It’s Nurah Bahar. Do you remember me?”

Kasem sat up abruptly and frowned. “Yes, of course. You’re that friend of Lila’s. Is everything all right?”

“I have a message from her.”

Kasem’s heart started to race. “What is it?”

“We can’t talk about this over the phone. Can you meet me in an hour?”

He reached over to his bedside table to grab his digital alarm clock. He blinked twice in astonishment at the bright red numerals that read 2:04. “In an hour? You mean meet you at three in the morning? Are you crazy?”

“You’re both in danger. Do you want to hear the message or not?”

“Yes, of course! But I have to get to work in a few hours.”

“I’m already breaking the rules by trying to get this message to you. It will all be irrelevant in twenty-four hours.”

“Oh, come on! You have to give me more than that to go on. How do I even know that you’ve spoken to Lila?”

“I have the locket that Lila wore. Will it be proof enough?”

“The locket?” he said and took a deep breath. Lila said that would be the signal. His thoughts began to run toward dark places. “I guess another sleepless night won’t do me any harm,” he finally conceded. “Where should I meet you?”

“The place where we first met. I’ll see you in an hour. Don’t be late.”

The line went dead. Where we first met? It’ll take almost an entire hour to drive there. Kasem groaned as he fumbled around the room to get dressed.

He was en route to his car when he remembered that his friend Jamal was huddled on the couch after locking himself out of his apartment down the hall. He just had to forget his keys tonight. He pulled out his cell phone and typed a hurried text message while stopped at a traffic light.

“Running urgent errand for L on other side of town. See you in few hours.”

Forty minutes later, Kasem pulled up in front of the empty lot where he and Lila had parked the last time they visited this flat on the other side of the city. Choosing the safety of the garage next door instead, he parked his car and walked over to the building.

It was eerily quiet at close to three in the morning. Cars passing by on the nearby highway were few and far between. Kasem shuddered. This had better be an emergency. His thoughts drifted back to Lila and he could feel his stomach tying in knots. He tried to push his mind away from the worst-case scenario to no avail and shuddered once again.

Kasem entered the lobby quietly and walked toward the elevator, which still had a large worn-out sign on it written in Farsi that read, “Elevator out of order.” He pushed open the door to the stairwell and rushed up to the third floor.

He knocked softly when he reached the apartment door. A few moments later, Nurah opened the door a crack.

“Did you come alone?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Who would I bring with me? It’s three in the morning!”

“I had to be sure. Come in,” she said while opening the door to let him inside the dimly lit apartment.

He stepped past her into the living room and felt something sharp jab him in the neck. “What the h—?” he cried out.

Kasem’s eyes widened as he fought to maintain his vision. In his peripheral vision, he could see two burly men appear from the shadows of the dark room and grab his arms. He tried to lash out, but his muscles refused to respond. His legs started to sway and the room grew even hazier. “Nurah, what are you doing? Who are these men?” He tried to shout, but he could barely hear the whisper that escaped from his throat.

His legs buckled and he fell, first to his knees and then over onto his right side, landing hard on the side of the small couch near the entryway. Without realizing it, his phone slipped out of his pocket.

“I’m so sorry, Kasem. They already knew everything. I have to protect my family.”

In the back of his mind, he could hear the echo of Nurah’s voice.

The room faded as they thrust a dark sack over his head. “Where are you taking me? What do you want with me?” he tried once again to shout.

Then everything went black.

Where can readers find more about your stories, books and you on the Internet?
Website: www.pujaguha.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorpujaguha
Twitter: @GuhaPuja
Blog: pujaguha.wordpress.com

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Thank you so much for being with us here today. I know my readers will enjoy your work and your interview.