Saturday, July 7, 2012

Cliff Hanger Saturday Just Like the Matinees of Old






Cliff Hanger Saturday is a place where you can post your favorite "cliff hangers" of all time or just good writing at the end of the scene. (if not your own work, please give credit to the author and the book.) We all know, a scene should not end with anyone going to sleep. YAWN. But sometimes we see this. If the characters go to sleep, so do we.

So share favorites or write one here.

I have been posting excerpts for advertising and Rogue Phoenix Press. If you are writing an excerpt for something make sure that excerpt ends making the reader turn the page and read on. Do we want the reader up all night? Of course we do!

From Everlasting Love





Cliff Hanger


Driving Kevin’s truck reminded her of learning to drive on her uncle’s farm. The old truck had more rust than paint and rattled as she drove along the rutted dirt farm roads.

Kevin’s pickup ran a lot smoother and looked newer than her family’s truck but like that pickup his didn’t have power steering. She pulled on the wheel and turned the vehicle toward the freeway ramp.

Picking up speed, she merged onto highway 84 driving west. She drove the route for the last year and a half and now she could drive it with her eyes closed. As usual traffic was heavy this time of morning. Following an older model sedan moving slowly, she was forced to press down on the brake pedal. Miranda pressed the pedal halfway down, on the second pump the pedal dropped to the floor with no resistance. When she realized how slow the car in front of her was traveling and how fast the truck was going, she pressed on the brakes again. When the pickup didn’t react, she quickly changed lanes barely missing the back bumper of the car.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Within a flash she tried to remember all the driving tips everyone had ever given her. Slow down the engine. She pushed down on the clutch and down shifted to a lower gear. The pickup lurched forward, causing the seatbelt to pull tight across her chest. Her bagged lunch and purse crashed to the floorboard. The engine revved really loud as the vehicle started to slow down, as did the engine speed.

Again she pushed down the clutch and shifted to a lower gear. This time the lurching was sharper than before. A sharp pain shot through her neck. She wanted to rub the stabbing pain, but knew she couldn’t take her hand off the wheel.

Moving the truck back to the slow lane, Miranda down shifted until the truck slowed to a reasonable speed. She prayed she could stop the truck with minimal damage to herself and Kevin’s vehicle.


Everlasting Love


Prologue

 

In a small town he had to be cautious. Driving too close to his intended victim would be obvious. He’d lagged back allowing more distance between his car and the one in front of him. When several vehicles exited the highway, he hung back even farther. His prey was no longer insight but he knew the Chevy was still there. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and tried to be patient.

As the city gave way to the mountainous forest, he saw his opportunity; pressing on the accelerator he started to close the space between them. Now, in this isolated wildness, he needed to move in for the kill.

No one would find a body or the missing vehicle for some time. This was the perfect set up. No witnesses. No surveillance cameras. For once and all, he could loosen the chain around his neck and live a carefree life again.

He sped up and still no sign of the other tail lights. The driver must have turned off to another road. He’d passed countless side roads since entering the highway. Finding which road the other vehicle used would be impossible.

He wiped his hand across the back of his neck. Pulling over to the side of the road, gravel crunched beneath his tires. He pounded his fist on the steering wheel. He’d quit his search for now. He’d find his victim another time. Then he’d free himself from his burden.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Please Welcome Nadia Scrieva author of the Sacred Breath Series

Welcome to the Angels blog today. We all hope you have a great tour and of course sell lots of books.

Nadia will giving away an eBook copy of Drowning Mermaids to one randomly drawn commenter at every stop.

Don't forget to leave a comment. I'm sure Nadia would love to hear from all of you who stop by.



INTERVIEW


1. What or who inspired you to start writing?

I have always been writing! As long as I have been able to read, I have been trying to emulate the stories I consumed.

2. What elements are necessary components for this genre.

Something that is not commonplace or possible needs to exist in the story. For my Sacred Breath series, that element was the ability to breathe underwater, possessed by a few secret undersea societies.

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

I was writing another story when the idea struck me, through a metaphor of a character imagining a woman as a drowned mermaid.

4. What expertise did you bring to your writing?

I have a degree in English, which helps with the writing parts, but I also have a minor in Anthropology which has helped me to create the anatomical elements of the mermaid creature. I have had a longstanding fascination with biology and I have always enjoyed reading about genetic oddities.

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

I have actively sought out dangerous and unusual life experiences in order to help me better depict my fictional scenes. I heavily employ the techniques of Method Acting in my writing, and I have tried as much as possible to be in similar situations to the ones I write about.

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

To never, ever stop. I gain great fulfillment from interacting with my fans, and I feel like it is worthwhile to touch their emotions and their lives. I dream of seeing my books turned to film.

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

I would love to be Visola. She’s incredibly strong-willed, creative, fun, and loyal to her friends. On one hand she’s a fierce warrior, but she is also a loving mother and a real woman.

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

Sure! Drowning Mermaids and the other novels in the Sacred Breath series are novels about biologically realistic mammalian mermaids. They do not have fish tails, but they have the ability to breathe underwater, along with complex religious beliefs and political systems based on their watery world. In this book we follow the Princess of Adlivun who rules an undersea glacial kingdom off the coast of Alaska. She escapes to the mainland to avoid her enemies—cruel mermaids who are responsible for the wreckage of boats in the Bermuda Triangle. The princess happens to meet the kind and wealthy captain of a crab fishing boat, Trevain Murphy, and a romance begins between them as they battle a common enemy…

9. Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?

I have a close group of reading-friends I have made over the years who read and critique my stories before publishing. It only enhances my work exponentially! They often give me great ideas I would never have otherwise included.

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

I am a heavy outliner and planner, but I have sometimes found that the works which begin naturally writing themselves are more beloved by fans than the ones I tried to carefully construct.

11. How do you maintain your creativity?

I just remind myself of how dismal my past relationships were, and how much I would prefer to be reading and writing than wasting countless hours watching movies and playing video games with a lazy boyfriend.

12. Who is your favorite character in the book. Can you tell us why?

I love Captain Trevain Murphy. Reviewers have said that he’s not a perfect young “stud-muffin,” but he’s a man of substance and character. He’s kind and intelligent, and responsible for a whole crew of men along with his younger brother. Occasionally he has moments where a violent temper shines through, but when it comes to women he is softhearted and honorable, refusing to sleep with Aazuria unless she agrees to marry him. What a guy!

Please answer 10 to 15 of the questions. Oh, and don't forget to use examples from your book to elaborate on the questions.

Thanks the Angels




Fathoms of Forgiveness
by Nadia Scrieva

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BLURB:

There is no divorce in the undersea kingdom of Adlivun. Marriage is a bond that lasts until death—even if death comes in several centuries, and in that time your spouse happens to become your sworn enemy. This is the conflict that General Visola Ramaris faces when she learns that the mighty Vachlan is behind the attacks on her kingdom. She has sworn to protect Adlivun with her life, but long ago, she also swore to love and honor her husband...

Visola must choose whether she will destroy Vachlan once and for all, or attempt the hardest thing conceivable: communication. After two hundred years of desertion, she has no faith in their feeble bond and knows she can never forgive him. When he threatens the person dearest to her, she must take action. Confronting Vachlan on enemy territory would be nothing short of suicide. She knows that if she falls into his custody, the deranged man would relish breaking her down and making her lose her sanity.

Princess Aazuria forbids Visola from taking matters into her own hands; she will do anything it takes to protect her friend from the man who wants to crush her. Alas, Visola is a crazy, uncontrollable warrior woman with the blood of Vikings in her veins. Why would she ever consider doing the safe and predictable thing?

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EXCERPT

Meeting the scrutiny of his steel-grey eyes made her feel sweltering hot and bitterly cold at the same time. It was a thousandfold more difficult to tolerate the intensity of his gaze when it was penetrating her skull from the front instead of the rear. She felt like her eyes did not offer as much protection as the dense bones of her skull had. He was already piercing beyond her eyeballs to knead her memories with his knuckles, and to dissect her thoughts with his fingernails. She tried to get past the pain in her skull to objectively observe her enemy. His jet-black hair was pulled back into its classic ponytail at the nape of his neck. Had he not changed his hairstyle in all this time? Had he not grown hideous with all the horrible deeds he had done?

It did not seem possible, but he looked exactly the same. Except for his eyes; those vicious grey-blue eyes would have terrified any lesser woman to tears. Visola could not help seeing the blatant resemblance to her daughter in his face. Although Alcyone’s coloring was closer to Visola’s own, there was still so much of Vachlan in her. Seeing this; seeing the glimpses of Alcyone in this man who was little more than a stranger, drew her spirit to him involuntarily. Visola realized that she had to face the terrible truth.

She was not strong enough to face the father of her child.


Drowning Mermaids
by Nadia Scrieva

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BLURB:

Deep under Arctic waters lies an ice kingdom carved into a glacier. Those who dwell within it possess magnificent biological secrets. Due to the dangers of impending war, the Princess of Adlivun is forced to flee her undersea utopia and regroup with her sisters in Alaska.

Captain Trevain Murphy is a successful king crab fisherman who has spent his life building his empire above the sea, and knows nothing of the empire beneath it. When he meets a mysterious dancer whose father has recently died, he extends kindness towards her, unaware of her unique genetics and royal lineage.

Trevain's attraction to the enigmatic Aazuria Vellamo will involve him in dangerous designs that will forever change his life, and his perspective on himself and his world. He embarks on perilous journeys in which he will need to release all of his insecurities and inhibitions in order to survive.

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EXCERPT

It was his angel. He knew her, although she looked nothing like before. She was his Aazuria, his mythical heroine. In the dancing glow of the oil blaze, she was simply too dazzling to be real and he knew that he must be dying. As she hovered in suspension before him, her skin and hair were almost luminous in the dark water, almost phosphorescent. Perhaps she never had been real. It did not matter—she was firmly grasping his hands, and it sent a feeling of comfort and tranquility through him. He knew that she loved him.

He could see forgiveness and acceptance in her expression. None of the turmoil between them mattered any longer in this pacific moment. In her benevolent gaze, he could finally forgive himself. He smiled at her, although his vision was fading, and the world was disappearing. He tightly gripped her hands to thank her for coming back for him. He could not bear the thought of letting go; he did not want to be robbed of her touch. He tried to keep his eyes open for as long as possible, to keep looking into her unfamiliar ultramarine orbs. So this was what she really looked like, in her element. He wished he could have known her true form. It was mystical.

Trevain could imagine no better way to die. No better sight to see the last time he closed his eyes. A peaceful smile descended on his face, and the captain’s tired eyes closed for what he knew to be the last time ever. 





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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Nadia Scrieva was born in 1988 in Toronto, Canada. She studied English and Anthropology, graduating with an Honors B.A. from the University of Toronto in 2011. She likes knives. Writing has been the most meaningful part of her life since she was a child. Nadia loves receiving feedback from readers, so do not hesitate to contact her with any of your comments, questions, ideas, or just to say hello. 

Website: www.NadiaScrieva.com  
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/NadiaFans
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/NadiaScrieva
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Nadia will giving away an eBook copy of Drowning Mermaids to one randomly drawn commenter at every stop.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Check In Thursday





Statue of Liberty on rainy September afternoon.

Time to pay the piper! How did you do?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

Had a great week? Keep it up, the momentum is on your side.

I am editing A Marriage of Inconvenience and working on Catching Meara, my shape shifting novel. Hope to reach Chapter 5 by tonight.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

NO EVERYDAY MIRACLE: FREEDOM


Happy Birthday, USA!

I had an interesting time researching freedom. Seems "freedom" has always been chaotic in this country. 

The "Charters of Freedom" <http://www.archives.gov/exhibits/charters/constitution_history.html> describes how the United States government was formed and the Constitution written. And I thought today's legislature was a circus!

Eventually, the constitution was written as well as the Bill of Rights, which guarantees freedom of speech and of the press, as well as other rights. 

Yet I ran across this list of Censored books <http://home.nvg.org/~aga/bulletin43.html>. Notations on this site say this list is an old one compiled in the 1980s, which perhaps makes it more interesting, as many of these books are now considered "classics." This list of books that have been censored at one time or another include a number of books by Stephen King, The Clan of the Cave Bear (by Jean Auel), The Diary of a Young Girl (by Anne Frank), Huckleberry Finn (by Mark Twain) and Where the Sidewalk Ends (by Shel Silverstein).

Artists and their songs have also been banned for various reasons, including "The Thunder Rolls" by Garth Brooks because the video portrayed domestic violence; Madonna for "Justify My Love, " described as "raunchiness [that] makes Lady Gaga look like Mother Theresa," which piqued interest in the video clip; as well as The Beatles for "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" and "A Day in the Life." You can find other banned music at <http://www.billboard.com/features/banned-music-20-artists-censors-tried-to-1004097713.story#/features/banned-music-20-artists-censors-tried-to-1004097713.story>.

Still, we in the United States enjoy a level of freedom not seen in many parts of the world. "Freedom in the World, 2010" is an  an annual comparative assessment of the state of political rights and civil liberties around the world.   Ranking of countries considered Free and Not Free is based on civil liberties and political freedom. They say in 2009, 89 countries were judged to be free, the lowest number since 1995 and the fourth consecutive year of decline, according to Freedom in the World <http://www.infoplease.com/world/statistics/freedom.html>.

So let us enjoy our freedoms this day!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Rogues Angels Featured Title: Everlasting Love by Rosemary Indra


Everlasting Love


Prologue

In a small town he had to be cautious. Driving too close to his intended victim would be obvious. He’d lagged back allowing more distance between his car and the one in front of him. When several vehicles exited the highway, he hung back even farther. His prey was no longer insight but he knew the Chevy was still there. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and tried to be patient.

As the city gave way to the mountainous forest, he saw his opportunity; pressing on the accelerator he started to close the space between them. Now, in this isolated wildness, he needed to move in for the kill.

No one would find a body or the missing vehicle for some time. This was the perfect set up. No witnesses. No surveillance cameras. For once and all, he could loosen the chain around his neck and live a carefree life again.

He sped up and still no sign of the other tail lights. The driver must have turned off to another road. He’d passed countless side roads since entering the highway. Finding which road the other vehicle used would be impossible.

He wiped his hand across the back of his neck. Pulling over to the side of the road, gravel crunched beneath his tires. He pounded his fist on the steering wheel. He’d quit his search for now. He’d find his victim another time. Then he’d free himself from his burden.



Excerpt:


Everlasting Love

Chapter One

Miranda Cummings inhaled the fresh fir scent the moment she opened the door of her Chevy Impala-the fragrance of freedom. The cold, crisp air bit at her warm cheeks yet she felt exhilarated. Gravel and slushy snow crunched under her shoes as she hurried around her car. Opening the passenger door she picked up her overnight bag and placed the strap on her shoulder then she added her computer bag. Not wanting to make another trip out in the cold, she hooked several grocery bags on each hand. With one swift hip movement, she closed the door.

Gingerly she walked up the three snow-covered, wooden steps to the deck. Focusing on her weekend of solitude, she quickened her pace to the cabin on her right.

“Can I help you?” a deep baritone voice startled Miranda causing her to fling her arms out and drop one of her grocery bags.

Intent on carrying her belongings into the cabin, she hadn’t seen or heard the man behind her. Turning around, she froze. Reclined in an old-fashioned, white cast iron bathtub with claw feet, the man appeared relaxed, content and not at all perturbed as he bathed on a deck outside.

Steam rose from his warm water into the cold air. Water dripped from his short brown hair and glistened on his muscular torso. She suppressed the desire to caress the breadth of his wide shoulders. Stubble darkened his face with a day’s growth of beard. His rugged good looks caused her heart to flutter.

“I must have made a wrong turn…“ She couldn’t tear her gaze from his broad chest. As the water droplets traveled down his body her gaze followed suit. Miranda realized the hunk of a man was not only tranquil but also very naked. His muscular arms, which rested on the edges of the tub, could easily wrap around her. She wanted to feel his strength, his support from those strong arms. “…somewhere,” her voice squeaked.

He reached down and picked up a can of beer, which sat on the deck. Tipping the can back he took a swig then set the beer beside the tub. “Where were you going?”

His pecks rippled when he moved. Look at his face not his chest, Miranda scolded herself. “A friend of mine has a cabin up here.”

She glanced at the A-frame structure to her right nestled in a grove of fir trees where she’d intended to spend a couple of nights off the beaten path. Flower boxes below the two paned windows held browned plants from winter’s frost. The plumbing’s primitive her friend had said, which would explain a bathtub on the deck. The cabin in front of her fit her friend’s description.

Monday, July 2, 2012

The Ruby July's Birthstone


Source: google.com via Becky on Pinterest


What is the Birthstone for July?
Giving a piece of jewelry containing a birthstone gem will bring the wearer with good luck and protection. Monthly birthstones symbolize the month of birth according to the Gregorian Calendar. What is the Birth stone for July? The following old poem provides the answer! And this page provides some information about the meaning of the July gem stone, the color, symbolism and significance of this lovely birth stone:

July Birthstone poem - the Ruby"The gleaming Ruby should adorn,
All those who in July are born,
For thus they'll be exempt and free,
From lover's doubts and anxiety."

July Birthstone - Properties of the Ruby
For those who were born in the month of July the Ruby is the traditional birthstone. The July birthstone poem reflects some of the properties with which the Ruby is associated - devotion, integrity, courage and happiness. The Traditional Metaphysical Properties for the July Birthstone Ruby are  vitality, confidence and strength. The healing properties of the July birthstone are reputed to be effective for health problems relating to the blood and infection and increasing positive thought patterns. The Ruby is also used to enhance energy, generosity and to bring prosperity and success.

July Birthstone Zodiac Sign
The twelve Zodiac signs are an astrological version of birthstones in addition to the twelve calendar months. The July birthstone of the Ruby is considered to be the birthstone for Cancer (The sign of the Crab) and relate to those born between June 22-July 22. The Zodiac sign of Cancer also responds to Emerald, Sardonyx, Ruby, Pearl and Moonstone.
July Birthstone - Where are Rubies found?
The popular July Birthstone of the Ruby is found in the following countries:
  • Burma, Thailand, Vietnam, Sri Lanka, Kenya, Tanzania, Cambodia, Afghanistan and India
July Birthstone - the Color of the Ruby
The traditional color associated with the Ruby is the deep red color and was strongly favored as a popular gem in Victorian jewelry. The meaning of colors through the ages represented many aspects of life. Social, religious, biblical and Christian symbolism were all reflected in the color Red! The symbolic meaning of the color red was was of fire and was associated with power and importance.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

A WEEKEND OF CHAMPAGNE MOMENTS


This is a weekend of champagne moments for me! 

1) The third book of my Legacy Series, LIVING THE LEGACY, was released today, July 1. It can be purchased on the Rogue Phoenix Press web site, or at online e-book outlets. 

2) THE BODYGUARD, a previously issued novel, is free one more day (Sunday, July 1) on Amazon.com. It's fun to watch it climb up the ratings charts and wonder when it will top out. 

3) I start a virtual blog tour on Tuesday, July 2, to promote LIVING THE LEGACY. I always have a good time chatting with commentors and giving out prizes on these tours! My July tour schedule is listed on my Legacy blog.

We also had our own mini-fireworks show with my grandson last night. It was fun to watch how excited he was. :)

Yes, I'm busy with all the promotion for LIVING THE LEGACY, and working on the other books of the Legacy Series. However, I'm also developing the habit of enjoying these champagne moments. 

Hope you also have something to celebrate this weekend!