Monday, July 27, 2015

Rogue's Angels Present: Awake by Melanie Surani

Please welcome Melani Surani author of Awake.

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Awake
by Melanie Surani

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INTERVIEW:


1. What or who inspired you to start writing?

I started writing in the First Grade. My parents were always big on reading to my sister and me so books were a big part of my life from the very beginning. I guess I assumed everyone wrote books, so I experimented with writing from a young age. My first real story was called “The Bad Carwash” in which the protagonist closes her car door on her dress and goes through an automated car wash (like at the gas station), and her dress gets wet. My parents encouraged me to read that story aloud for other family members, and I got a great response that I needed more and more of.

2. How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

My inspiration oddly enough came in a dream. I don’t remember the whole, but it involved me getting a job in an out-of-the way area, and finding out the workers (including myself) weren’t allowed to leave the building once we started. 

I wrote the story while I was still living with my parents, so I had to have been 19 or 20. It was going to be part historical fiction, part modern technology (if only I had known what Steampunk was back then, because that’s basically what it was), part fantasy. And they all had Celtic names, because  … because. 

Not to quote the whole story right here, but one of the main characters goes away on work and doesn’t return. Everyone gets worried and sets out to find him (through the magical woods, of course, where they get attacked by vampires with rules different than anything you’ve heard before, attacked by wild cats, and helped by a race of friendly faeries who change sizes and communicate through touch). The characters eventually find their way to the big city, where they stop to rest in a museum full of realistically carved sculptures. One of those sculptures is the friend they’d been looking for, but the questions they ask the curator makes her suspicious and angry, so she imprisons them with her other workers. The characters learn that the sculptures in the exhibits are the bodies of former workers (a’la the movie Anatomie starring Franka Potente), and they hatch a plan to escape. 

I put the story away for a few years. The people who read it gave me mixed reviews (my mom and dad kept fixating on not knowing what year the story was set). But it kept nagging me until I got the manuscript back out. It was good, but it needed something. When I saw the show LOST, inspiration struck. I was starting the book in the wrong place, and the wrong time. So I turned the novel into a kind of “locked room” mystery and a million edits later, it became the AWAKE you know and love today.


3. What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?

I’m very interested in big cats. I’ve done research on how to keep a cheetah as a pet, including permits needed, what and how much they eat (not humans), and how no matter how hard you try, you can never housebreak them (so your house will reek of … cheetah business). Be reassured, though! I’ve been hurt by my tiny housecat because she got too excited doing cat stuff, so I’m sure a tame, lovely large cat would do exactly the same and that’s how I would die. 

In all seriousness, though, I can see myself working with big cat conservation somewhere in Africa or Asia. And while I’m napping with my adopted family of tigers, one of them will probably roll over and suffocate me with love.

4. As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

I plan to write until I get lovingly cuddled to death by the aforementioned tiger.
I always have new story ideas bouncing around. Some of them don’t make it past the outline stage, while others (like AWAKE) I’ll work on far too many years before finally letting it go.

5. If you could be one of the characters from this book, who would it be and why?

I would have to be Blair. Sure, she’s evil, but she’s an artist. She isn’t really setting out to be evil, and I think those are the best villains. She’s doing what she loves, and she tries to fix her mistakes the best way she can before all hell breaks loose.  

6. Can you give us a sneak peak into this book?

Costumed mannequins, wearing everything from Rococo dresses to the “50’s Housewife,” lined the room and clustered in the center. They had coverings over their heads: burlap sacs sewn to fit the face, or draped with gauze over antlers, or covered in feathers.

One of them might move.

To get to the rest of the exhibits now, she either had to go through or turn around and catch it from the opposite direction. As she turned, though, an Employees Only sign caught her eye.
The door opened with a creak. Sophia checked the costumes for any sign of life before ducking inside and slamming the door. She panted for a moment with her eyes shut. When she opened them a crack, the light hadn’t come on. After waving her arms over her head, she threw the door open again with a hammering heart.

Like so much topiary at the Overlook Hotel, she expected the mannequins to have clustered around the door. Of course, nothing had changed since she’d checked the gallery before. She eyed the figures again, before propping the door open and returning to the dim office.

Unused items crammed the floor. A computer and phone sat on the single desk, files stacked on the floor. An empty closet in the back stood open, yawning darkness. Multiple metal signs leaned against a wall, notices pointing toward restrooms, galleries, a café, and the lobby.

“Damn it,” she whispered. Who the hell took all the signs down?

Sophia picked up the phone, pressed the switch-hook, but no dial tone sounded.

“Why…” Why leave the electricity on and cut the phones?


7. What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)

The best advice I’ve ever heard about writing is the quote from Toni Morrison: “If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.” (https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/321-if-there-s-a-book-that-you-want-to-read-but)

The worse advice was from a colleague who said that the young adult genre was popular and that if I wanted to make any money, I should write something geared toward them (and if it included a vampire, so much the better). I’ve never thought writing should have anything to do with money – and the fact that I keep going to my day job kind of enforces that. I believe a person should write about what they’re passionate about. Write about something that makes you happy and keeps you entertained because if your heart is in it, people are going to see that. If you write it for money, people see that too. Or even if they don’t, I can’t see myself working as hard on a project I don’t care about. It becomes a job then, and I can make more money doing something else for way less hassle.

8. Do you outline your books or just start writing?

I used to just start at chapter one and work my way through. The problem with that was that I would forget elements of the story as I went, or I would not fully understand were I was trying to go with the story. Consequently, that lead to me abandoning so many novels. When I’d get stuck, I would simply go back to the beginning and edit through, never getting past that great, empty plotpoint.

When I learned about National Novel Writing Month, I was intrigued, but I thought it was an impossible task. 50,000 words in a month? None of my novels had ever reached that length before. So I looked into the organization. How does anyone complete this thing?

The general rule of NaNoWriMo was that you could only start writing your novel on November 1st, but you could write from an outline that you’d written previously. So that’s what I did. For the entire month of October, I wrote the most detailed outline I could, including beginning, middle and end, and I got to 50,000 words so easily when I started writing the actual novel. That’s the way I do it today and how I’ll probably always write.

9. How do you maintain your creativity?

I read a lot of books, first of all. My favorites recently have been Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel, Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes, and everything by Gillian Flynn. I’m also a big fan of Stephen King, who says if a person doesn’t have time to read, they don’t have the skills to write (I’m paraphrasing), and I agree.

But beyond feeding the muse in the standard fashion, I also get inspired by TV (it’s true). Shows like LOST with a strong plot and strong characters are amazing to watch. I also put myself in situations where I have to think about what I would do if I were being followed. How would I lose my follower? What would I do if I had to live completely alone? What would I do if everyone in the city disappeared? Answering those questions keeps me from getting bored on my daily commute, but some of them turn into novels. For AWAKE, that question was “What if I got locked in this museum overnight?”


10. Are your plotting bunnies angels or demons?

Since my plots usually have to do with something dark, I’d say the plot bunnies are demons! They’re constantly making me examine what I believe and what I would do if things weren’t as good as they are supposed to be. Ideally, the world is supposed to be a perfect place. If we didn’t believe that, we wouldn’t get so upset when things go wrong (not to get too heavy or anything). 

For example, in AWAKE, I follow the character Blair in her perspective for a few chapters, and in doing so, I had to think about why kidnapping someone would be a good thing (it’s on the first page of the novel – the first sentence, actually – so no spoiler intended). Why would I, after finding out where someone was going to be that evening, rush from my home and put my plan into action while still maintaining that I’m a good person? That’s definitely not the work of an angel.

11. Anything else you might want to add?

Thanks the Angels



BLURB:

In author Melanie Surani’s edgy thriller novel, opera singer Joshua Gray wakes in an eerie art museum exhibit. He comes to believe he’s been kidnapped and abandoned. And he isn’t the only one…

As Josh and four others struggle to piece together their new reality, they discover the museum’s main building has been razed and the place is boarded with no obvious exit. Who left them in the museum and why? How can they escape? The only link that binds them together is a mysterious woman named Blair, who they each encountered before blacking out. Josh unexpectedly finds himself drawn to one of the other captives, a long-time fan named Sophia. Their attraction plunges the group into a dark pool of suspicion. When allegiances shift and pieces connect, the strangers are forced to reassess their situation. Is the real danger inside or outside of the museum?

Suspenseful, romantic and filled with drama, Awake will keep you up all night.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Melanie Surani is a blogger, hair stylist, and author with a heart for international travel. When she isn't cutting hair, Melanie is thinking about ways to kill people (for mystery novels). She lives with her husband and cat in New York City, where she is hard at work on her next book with Booktrope Publishing. Melanie is a member of the International Thriller Writers society. Follow her adventures at: http://melsurani.tumblr.com/

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Sunday, July 26, 2015

Rogue's Angels Present: The Wager by Christine Young now on Kindle Unlimited ~ Read For Free



Christine Young
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Amorica Hepburn was sent to London to find a husband. However, finding a man was the last item on her agenda. With her two cousins, Amorica wagers she can dissuade her suitor before the others. Despite her efforts she discovers a chemistry that cannot be denied. Suddenly she is the arrogant man's wife, pledged to a marriage neither desire. But swept off to his ancestral home above the Dover cliffs and into his strong embrace, Amorica is soon possessed by a raging passion for the husband she had vowed to despise…

Damian Andrews couldn't afford to trust the emerald-eyed spitfire who happened upon his secret. Amorica's hatred of all men of his kind only inflames the war that rages between them. Still, he can not control the intense desire his stubborn bride inspires, or make her surrender to his will until he has conquered the headstrong beauty on the battlefield of love…

EXCERPT

Coast of England 1816

"It's a bloody cursed day." Damian Andrews swept the child into his arms and waded through the pounding surf to the beach. He braced himself against the out-going current then sloshed through the crashing waves. Salt spray clung to the wind, stinging his nostrils.

Damian turned. Beneath his ribs, his heart pounded the cadence hard and fast. He swore again as he watched the captain shout orders to his crew. The French brandy that was supposed to have arrived this night would have to wait.

Standing in the longboat, the captain of the ship that brought the brandy as well as the political refugees from the Germanies held a torch aloft--the only light in the vast darkness. "Hurry, laddie. We have human cargo tonight and the tide is changing."

A little girl whimpered.

Damian pulled her into his arms, bent on protecting her at all cost.

"It's all right. You will all be together soon." The smuggling of French brandy was a cover for the cause that meant so much to him. Religious and political refugees--at times it seemed they came in droves. All were seeking a better life. A life of freedom. "Your mother is coming as well as your baby brother. You will all be safe."

Damian looked to the captain. "The father?" he queried.

"He didn't come with his family. He said he had one more thing to do. You must hurry."

The child leaned into Damian, her little face nuzzling his shoulder, her silent sobs gut-wrenching. He pulled her closer, cursing at the elements as well as mankind and wishing he could find a way to shield the tiny child from all harm. He knew the feat to be impossible. The little girl touched a place in his heart and for a moment filled that broken space with light. Yes, the mother would be with her children, but why had the father stayed where his life was in peril? He had learned long ago one could come to regret rash actions. And he'd also learned one could lose all chance at love in one instant.

Lord, but he'd lost his concentration and in losing that, he could well lose his edge.

No secrets-- no lies. The thought haunted him.

His life was a lie, but he would change nothing until his penance was paid. A constant drizzle soaked him to the skin. The wind sent goose bumps rising on his arms. He reached shore and handed the girl over to Aric Lakeland, a trusted friend and accomplice in this night's work, then turned and walked back to the longboat. Her baby brother as well as her mother waited.

He had never meant to get involved. It was the greatest of ironies that he was here now. He'd been a man who loved his family and his home.

He'd been content but that seemed years ago--a life time.

It felt like centuries.

The captain spoke, his voice hushed. "Hurry, now, Master Damian.

It's the watch. They are due to ride by here any time now. The patrols have doubled these last few weeks. I fear it's not as safe as it used to be." The captain handed over the baby wrapped in blankets. Damian stared at the child. The babe couldn't be a year old. The child didn't make a sound, not even a whimper.

This was injustice, a travesty. He looked at the mother. "Can you make it on your own?" He prayed the fragile lady standing before him had more courage than she appeared to have. She nodded and with the captain's help, she stepped into the ocean, struggling for balance. Yet her shoulders were squared and her spine stiff.

As soon as the captain placed the babe in Damian's arms and the three of them were headed for land, he gave orders. Two sailors rowed out to sea, moving toward the black ship that rose and fell on the distant waves.

On a cliff above, the dark silhouette of a third man, Ryder McClaren, could be seen for a brief moment. He waved his arms then disappeared into the shadows once more.

"Hurry," Damian bade the mother, his hand resting on the small of her back, urging her forward.


Saturday, July 25, 2015

Rogue's Angel Present ~ Allura by Christine Young $0.99



Christine Young
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Title: Allura Genre: Historical Author: Christine Young 
Reviewer: Chrissy Dionne Reviewer Email: RJChrissyDionne@yahoo.com 

Christine Young’s ALLURA is a delightful historical novel full of suspense, lovable characters, humor and a budding romance between two characters determined not to fall in love. Allura and Hunter’s stubborn, determined natures allowed for some interesting scenes as they attempted to get one up on each other. As a modern day woman I felt bad for Allura because technically her husband would dictate every aspect of her life and the freedom she loves would be a thing of the past. Hunter is unbending as far as to how he believes a wife should behave but falling in love changes him and his perception of Allura. Hunter and Allura are the main focus of this story but there are secondary characters whom I absolutely adored and would love to revisit in future novels (hint, hint). Especially the youngest sister Aiden and Hunter’s trusted friend Blade. He doesn’t believe in love and she’s determined to do whatever’s necessary to get him to notice her. SNIPPET— Allura has come to treasure her freedom and the adventures she shares with her sisters and her cousins but her father’s decision to find her a husband threatens that freedom. He’s placed an ad in the times in search of a man strong and smart enough to discover where exactly it is that the girls venture when they leave the safety of the castle.

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Allura McClellan is horrified by her father’s decision to take out an ad in the Times awarding her to the man strong enough and smart enough to win her hand and uncover her secrets. She’s an intelligent young woman who takes great delight in the freedom allotted to her by her father. She’s well aware that marriage would effectively curtail the adventures she’s shared with her sisters and cousins.

Hunter Gray is nothing like the other men who’ve arrived to vie for Allura’s hand in marriage and everything that goes along with it. However, he is the first to refuse to concede defeat and pursue her despite her attempts to disguise her true appearance. It’s her temperament that is of more concern to him than her looks. Hunter has worked all his life with the hope of someday owning his own land. Now that it looks like there’s a very real possibility that everything he’s ever wanted is within reach nothing is going to deter him – including Miss Allura’s disagreeable disposition.


Eddington, Scotland 1815

"You can’t plan to wed me to that--that man down there!" Allura McClellan’s heart thundered and lodged in her throat. Balled into fists her hands trembled. "You promised I could marry for love. I thought when the last man failed to discover this imaginary secret you think I have, you would stop this craziness. I thought you would take the ad out of the Times and the other papers."

From the boxing ring below, fist met flesh, the sound echoing throughout. Hunter Gray whirled and ducked. He guarded his face to block the stinging blows his opponent rained down upon him. He spun and ducked again. The man he fought countered the attack, but he did not move fast enough. Hunter’s next jab was so fast and so hard the other man didn’t block the punch. The man staggered backwards, blood running from his eye. Men yelled and cheered for the two combatants. Hunter paused and spoke to the man he practiced with before the match continued once more.

Allura saw her life as she had planned it slip away as if it was grains of sand in an hour glass. She stopped pacing and watched the men below. She turned on her father. "The ad in the Times--giving me away to any man--you have gone too far. A marriage of convenience is barbaric. You promised." For a moment, she closed her eyes. She did not want to acknowledge anything that went on here. It was not her fault she could not find a man she loved. What horrific bit of bad luck had found her?

The laird cleared his throat. "Perhaps I have not gone far enough or soon enough. And the ad did not promise you to just any man. He must be strong enough and smart enough to win your hand."

It was not Allura’s nature to allow others to rule her fate. “These men,” she waved her hand in the air, frustration sweeping recklessly within. "They don’t want me. They come for one reason only. They are greedy and hungry for power. You have taught me everything I need to know. I can run your estate and all of your holdings. I’ve studied endless hours. I know the men who work for you. I swear I’ll defy your wishes. At the altar I will say no."

The McClellan’s grin faded as quickly as it had appeared and without further thought, he said, "Perhaps not, you are beautiful lass--one with rare promise. And," he stroked his chin, "no matter how much book learning a woman has she cannot dictate her own life. It is up to the men in her life to make sure she is happy and provided for."

A strained silence followed. She sagged against the stone wall. As if sensing her vulnerable position, she stiffened. Outraged and furious she looked upon her father. "They are money grubbers and want your land--our land. They have no right to any of your estate."

The McClellan held back for a moment, seemingly aware there was more than just a little truth in what Allura said. "How indeed?" he questioned her. Yet his smile was tight, forced. "I grow old. I only want this land secured and my daughters happy before I die. You are twenty-two. I have given you ample opportunity to fall in love. I thought it time to bring new blood to this land, a new man. I thought perhaps one would take your fancy."

"That man," she began. Her hand shook when she pointed at the man who danced and whirled avoiding each blow as if he dallied in child's play. She trembled so violently she could not speak. “Is an Englishman.”