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Today I’m on the ‘Veiled by Desire’ blogtour, organised by R&R Book Tours.
To promote this book I have some ‘basic’ information and an excerpt.

About the Author :

image1Candace Robinson spends her days consumed by words and hoping to one day find her own DeLorean time machine. Her life consists of avoiding migraines, admiring Bonsai trees, watching classic movies, and living with her husband and daughter in Texas—where it can be forty degrees one day and eighty the next.

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veiled-by-desire-coverTitle: Veiled by Desire (Laith #2)
Publication Date: November 19, 2019
Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: The Parliament House Press

In Laith, when the moons are high, Tavarra is allowed to walk the land as a human for one day, losing her seahorse-like tail. But should she remain out of the water, a curse will overtake her, turning her into a beast with sharp fangs and long claws. A beast that, on some nights, takes the shape of a rampaging, uncontrollable monster.
Rhona, along with her village, are under a sinister leader’s control. Their leader has taken Rhona from the boy she loves, stripped away her abilities and, under the threat of killing everyone she loves, forces her on a dangerous task to retrieve a dark prism that will increase his already massive powers.
When Tavarra and Rhona cross paths, they discover they need each other. Rhona knows how to help the cursed sea creature, while Tavarra knows where to find the dark prism. They embark on a mission that could help them break Tavarra’s spell and save Rhona’s family and village. But with an untamable beast inside Tavarra, nothing is certain… .

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Clink, clink, clink. The sound of Rhona’s sword striking Perin’s grew louder as she tried harder to take his ass down. Eight times … eight times he had caught her off guard and she’d fallen at his feet, practically prepared to kiss his boot.
She could beat everyone else, but never Perin. This was the one skill she wanted to best him in. Her mother, Thea, sat on one of the benches, watching, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. Noticing her daughter’s concerned gaze, Thea shrugged in a delicate manner—as if to imply Rhona shouldn’t worry if she lost again.
“You can do it, Rhona. But I’m not going to make it easy for you,” Perin said in a serious tone.
“You’re a real bastard sometimes.” Laughing, she lunged at him. He was quick, boots angling to the side as he brought up his sword to block hers.
Belen held up a hand. “Continue. I’ll meet with you two later. I have a meeting with Thea.” Rhona’s gaze drifted to her mother, who set down a cup of tea at her side next to Jasmine. The doe-eyed girl stared lustfully at Perin’s muscles.
Rhona narrowed her eyes at Belen’s back as he walked toward Thea. Perin caught her devilish stare and shook his head for her to stop. She didn’t.
“I’ll see you in a little while,” her mother called before leaving with Belen’s hand loosely holding onto her elbow.
It was now only the two of them left outside—everyone else had gone off to do other things—except for Jasmine who hadn’t taken her eyes off Perin. His sleeves were rolled up, shirt drenched, and his forearms slicked with sweat—the whole scene had Rhona rolling her eyes. She lifted her sword. “Just go with Jasmine at the next fire.”
When the moons were at their fullest, the villagers would celebrate with a bonfire where they would toss something into the flames in hopes of a wish. The wishes weren’t real, but the idea of dreaming about something had its appeal, especially after she lost everything. But for the past two years, Rhona hadn’t gone because there was nothing to wish for. Even though there is, a voice spoke in her head.
“There is,” she whispered.
“What is?” Perin arched a brow.
She shook her head. “Nothing, just go.”
“And no, I don’t want to go with Jasmine.” He swung his sword, striking hers and making her hand vibrate. “I’d rather be alone.”
“But you talk to me.”
“That’s because you need me.”
“Nah, I think you need me maybe a little more.” She thrust her sword and tried to kick his feet out from underneath him, but it didn’t work. It was as if he knew every move she’d make before she did it.
Rhona looked over her shoulder to tell Jasmine she needed to try harder with Perin, but the girl had already left. She turned her head back to Perin, who had an apologetic expression on his face as he shot forward. With a stumble, she tripped over her own feet, falling on her ass. “You could have waited.”
“You could have tried to not set me up with Jasmine, too.”
Even though he was now twenty, she’d never seen Perin with a man or a woman. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but something, or someone, needed to take his frown away—the same that was on his face right now.
“You do know I used to have an ability that could dehydrate you, in turn making me win.” One she desperately wanted back.
“Then that would have been cheating, now wouldn’t it?” Perin reached a hand toward her to help her up. Giving him a hard stare, she placed her hand into his. Even after all these years of growing up together, he was still a true friend.
As she brushed the dirt from her pants, Perin glanced over his shoulder. “I need to show you something.”
Rhona peered in the direction of his gaze but didn’t see anything that held her interest. There were only rows of weeping willow trees and the cone-shaped tents. “Does my friend have a dirty little secret he’d like to share?”
“Just come on.” Pivoting on his heels, he waved her forward. “We need to be fast.”
Fast? Rhona’s frown mirrored Perin’s. “All right.” Something seemed different about him, his jaw clenched tighter than usual and his shoulders tense.

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#BlogTour #RandomThingsTours @annecater / #Excerpt : The Last Village #TheLastVillage – Audla English @AudlaE

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Today I’m on the ‘The Last Village’ blogtour, organised by Random Things Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Audla English Author picAudla English grew up in the North East of England.
Born in Sunderland, a graduate of Newcastle University and living in South Tyneside, she is passionate about this wonderful region which acts as an inspiration to her writing.
Her award-winning debut novel ‘The Last Village’ is a dual time-line historical fiction and is written as a dedication to the now sadly demolished Old Marsden Village which was built by the Whitburn Coal Company in the 1870’s. The Marsden Rock coastal setting is also used to weave a family saga style narrative around a beautiful part of north east England.
The novel is a moving love story about the life of Lily, a young woman growing up with her friends in 1945 whereas the other side of the story, in 2017, is about Anna and her own discovery of her grandmother’s past life- it is a novel which spans and binds the generations through family and friendship.

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• Paperback: 214 pages
• Publisher: Independently published (12 Oct. 2018)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1723846171
• ISBN-13: 978-1723846175

The Last Village Cover ImageThe majestic Souter Lighthouse stands proudly at the edge of the cliff top surrounded by open grassy empty fields and overlooking a vast blue wilderness. Anna Charles knows nothing of the life that her grandmother once had here. It wasn’t until an unexpected engagement, that Anna discovered the past of her Gran and the truth behind an enduring love.
Seventy years earlier, Lillian Smith, had been part of the close-knit community that once thrived in the village that existed next to the lighthouse. A chance meeting with a sailor one day, would change the course of her life forever.
A moving novel set in the North East of England. The Last Village is an enduring love story which spans the 1940’s and modern day, binding the generations.

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LILY
December 1946

The bell rang joyfully at the lighthouse cottage door; we knew it would be Harry. His dad had so kindly told the village that if we all got ready for half past six, he would get the Rattler out and take us all along to The Beach Grotto. It was not a long walk, about fifteen minutes in total, but in the cold winter weather and with everybody wanting to really celebrate the New Year, it was Mr Gunn’s gift to us all. Nell ran upstairs to get our big winter coats and I opened the door.
“Oh Harry, you look so smart”, I exclaimed as Harry leaned to kiss my cheek. Harry was wearing a suit with his dark wavy hair gelled over to one side, he must have really wanted to impress tonight as suits were hard to come by following the war.
“Lily, you look absolutely wonderful. It’s going to be a night to remember. Where is Nell?” asked Harry.
Before I could answer, Nell swept down the staircase, coats in hand, in a cloud of perfume whilst Harry stared spellbound at her. I nudged Harry in the side and muttered to him, “Close your mouth Harry, it’s rude to stare,” whilst laughing heartily. Nell came up to us both with the coats and reached up to kiss Harry on the cheek. Harry took the coats and, ever the gentleman, helped me put my coat on and then went to help Nell. When Nell turned her back to him he mouthed at me ‘I love her’ and I mouthed back ‘I know’. I had known for years, you would have had to be a fool not to notice.
We left the diminishing shine of the lighthouse behind us and linked arms with Harry, laughing together as we made our way to the Rattler whilst taking in deep breaths of the crisp winter air. Other members of the village joining us as we passed through from the lighthouse. We all got on the Rattler and made the short journey to The Beach Grotto, everybody singing and in high spirits. It was just what the village needed.
We decided to take the stairs down to the beach and let some of the elder people from the Rattler take it in turns to use the lift. We got to the beach after our descent and made our way with sunken footprints across the heavy sand to the pub which was welcomingly lit up and bustling with people. Now that we were eighteen we were officially able to have a few drinks in the pub and we were all really excited. We made our way into the entrance of the busy pub which had several members of the miners’ band playing music spontaneously alongside the pub’s record player. Suddenly on one side of the bar, we saw a wall of people, a vision of white; there were about thirty sailors in white uniforms. Where had they all come from? They all turned to look at us and we had all of these pairs of eyes staring at us.
I mumbled through gritted teeth to Nell, “They are all staring at you.”
Nell replied, “Not just at me Lily, look at you.”
We went to find a seat amongst some of our other friends from the village. We sat down, took our coats off and Harry very kindly got us all a perry. As I became accustomed to the busy surroundings of the pub, my eyes gazed across the bar and I became consumed with all of the happy faces of the pub goers. My eyes then drifted further until they were slowly lured into the sea of white. I thought to myself how handsome the sailors looked in their crisp white uniforms but also how very smart they were. As my eyes studied the faces that made up the group of sailors, it was then that I saw him.
A tall slim but muscular build which filled out his uniform, he was laughing heartily with the other sailors. I fixatedly couldn’t remove my eyes off him. His hair, golden russet in colour, was gelled over to one side and his bright blue eyes glowed under the dim pub lights. He turned to look at me and smiled, the best smile I had ever seen. Time appeared to stand still, my heart raced and my tummy had butterflies. I boldly found myself smiling back and he started to walk over towards me.
He reached for my hand in a gentlemanly way. I daringly let him take it and he politely kissed it.
“Hello,” he said in a deep crisp voice. “May I have the pleasure of buying you another drink?”
I didn’t know what to say. I had never let a man buy me a drink before but before I could think, Nell had kicked me under the table and replied to the man, “Yes she would love another perry, wouldn’t you, Lily?”
The man smiled at me again and said, “Lily. What a beautiful name. I will get you a perry and then come back if that’s okay with you?” I nodded.
The man went back to the bar and Nell nudged me again and giggled. Harry looked more cautious and moved round closer to Nell and made some space next to me for when the man returned.
The man sat beside me and I thanked him for the drink and carefully took a sip of my offering.
“Nice to meet you, Lily. I am Thom but everyone calls me Red.”

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#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #GuestPost : The Devil’s Apprentice – Kenneth B. Andersen @K_B_Andersen

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Today I’m on the ‘The Devil’s Apprentice’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Group Tour.
To promote this book I have a guest post written by its author, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Author PicI WAS BORN IN DENMARK ON A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT IN NOVEMBER 1976 …
… and I began writing when I was a teenager. My first book was a really awful horror novel titled Nidhug’s Slaves. It didn’t get published. Luckily.
During the next 7 years, I wrote nearly 20 novels–all of which were rejected–while working as a school teacher. The rest of the time I spent writing.
In 2000 I published my debut fantasy book, The Battle of Caïssa, and that’s when things really took off. Since then I’ve published more than thirty-five books for children and young adults in genres ranging from fantasy to horror and science fiction.
My books have been translated into more than 15 languages and my series about the superhero Antboy has been adapted for film, which is available on Netflix. An animated tv series is currently in development.
A musical of The Devil’s Apprentice opened in the fall 2018 and the movie rights for the series have also been optioned.
I live in Copenhagen with my wife, two boys, a dog named Milo and spiders in the basement.
About THE GREAT DEVIL WAR: The Great Devil War was published in Denmark from 2005-2016, beginning with The Devil’s Apprentice.
Even though the story (mostly) takes place in Hell and deals with themes like evil, death and free will, it is also a humoristic tale about good and evil seen from a different perspective. A tale that hopefully will make the reader – young or old, boy or girl – laugh and think.
Welcome to the other side!

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Synopsis :

Book CoverPhilip is a good boy, a really good boy, who accidentally gets sent to Hell to become the Devil’s heir. The Devil, Lucifer, is dying and desperately in need of a successor, but there’s been a mistake and Philip is the wrong boy. Philip is terrible at being bad, but Lucifer has no other choice than to begin the difficult task of training him in the ways of evil. Philip gets both friends and enemies in this odd, gloomy underworld—but who can he trust, when he discovers an evil-minded plot against the dark throne?

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Guest Post :

“Isn’t it boring to be a writer?”

I do a lot of talks in schools, talking to students about my books and about being a writer. It’s a nice way for me to get away from the computer and – being a former school teacher – I really enjoy talking to the students. And – being a writer – I really enjoy being reminded that there are readers out there. They always have a lot of questions and almost every time the above question comes up – usually asked by a boy in the 8th grade. And the question is legit and totally understandable, because what does a writer actually do? You sit and look at a computer screen, containing nothing but letters, all day long. For a kid in the 8th grade it’s very hard to imagine anything more boring than that.
My answer to his question is, that he’s absolutely right. I think it sounds boring, too – the keyword being sounds. Because being a writer is without a doubt the job where you get to travel the most and where you get to see the most amazing places! Just a few examples from my life as a writer: I’ve been to Hell, I’ve seen the future, I’ve had tea with Death and I’ve visited Santa’s workshop.
Because when you’re sitting there writing, you’re not just sitting there writing. You’re with your characters in whatever world you’ve created and that’s as exciting as … well, Hell. Just like reading isn’t about staring at letters, but being sucked into another world and another mind, being presented with ideas you never would have come up with yourself. Ideas that might inspire you and sometimes even change your way of thinking.
I started writing because it’s an easy way of telling stories. Grab a pen and paper or turn on the computer and you’re good to go, ready to travel to other worlds. It really is that easy. The not easy part is writing a good story. That takes time, effort and practice. But as scary as the blank page can be, it can also be very inspiring: Worlds are waiting to be born, and you are the one who can create them. So is being a writer boring? No, it’s like being God. Literally.  The only difference between me and God is that I get paid for my job (okay, that might not be the only difference, but you get the picture 😊)

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #QandAs : The White and Gold People – Segun Starchild @Akashic84

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Today I’m on the ‘The White and Gold People’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

TQKJe0NwSegun Starchild is a writer whose previous works include ‘Black Egyptians’, ‘The Capability Test’ & ‘Kamun vs. Leviathan’. He is a self confessed seeker of ‘The Truth’ and has a great hunger to know the mysteries of life. He has studied the esoteric mysteries of great sages to gain a reputable amount of wisdom and has the blessing of taking a journey through life with confidence and true knowledge of self and kind. He hails from the Yoruba tribe in Nigeria and is for the unification of the African continent. Segun currently lives in London, working in IT Development and Support and the director of Akasha Publishing Ltd.

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qJ0Lah9AA dress causes a huge debate across the world as some see it as black and blue and others see it as white and gold. The white and gold people suddenly start to get even stranger visions and develop super human abilities making the black and blue people seem old and inadequate. The government try to quarantine and control their power but the white and gold people react setting the stage for a war between the rival groups.

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Q&A :

Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
I like to think of myself as an Indigo Child and lightworker, that is, someone with incredible ‘gifts’ that can change the world for better. I became an author from reading a lot and being exposed to what I think is a wide range of spiritual and higher knowledge concepts and wanted to share it with others.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
I read a lot of Roald Dahl, Goosebumps was popular, and I remember reading the boy in the bubble.

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
George R.R Martin, the author of Game of Thrones. He is a writing God, how to write such depth and volume and repeat it over a series of books is an incredible feat, and I could certainly learn from him.

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
Lara Croft, because she has been on such amazing adventures, is fearless and good looking!

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
I like to treat myself to whatever I need to keep me going. Coffee, protein shakes, snacks, e.t.c Sometimes the hours can be long and the writing process daunting, so I need whatever pleasure I can get, lol!

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
I have a very vivid imagination and I watch a lot of sci-fic, anime and TV/Movies. Everything is related in some way so is a twist on something else. And yes I use some elements of peoples characters in my books even myself. As a writer you are the first point of centre of your book so it must come through you and your experiences right.

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
I definitely go with the flow when writng fiction, but non-fiction is a lot more organised. The joy of writing comes with going with the flow as it’s a journey of self-discovery. Saying that. the most I would plan is a few headlines and ideas but from there its pretty much write as you go!

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
You have to stay focused. The more you write the more you enjoy it and your story becomes part of you. Become obsessed, watch movies, travel and read for inspiration and don’t be scared to write what you want!

What are your future plans as an author?
I have a long list of books I would like to write so it’s a question of slow and steady and one step at a time. I’ll be starting the sequel to The White & Gold People towards the end of the year and I’m looking forward to that, as I don’t even know what’s going to happen yet, lol. I would definitely like to get worldwide translations, movie deals and huge sales. It’s why we write, I’m sure other authors would agree.

Last, but not least: Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
The Goldies are more awakened so they feel more, they want more and this carries over into their sexual life. Most of the Goldies engage in naked yoga and have wild sexual escapades.
Here is an excerpt between two of the leading characters getting it on:

He walked up to her and kissed her on the lips, grabbing her gently by the side of her face and her thin blonde hair. The chemistry was electrifying, and she kissed him back pushing her body close to his. LaShawn took off his shirt, and began kissing her neck, working his way down to her upper chest. Taking his hands behind her, he unloosened her bra and took off her top, feeling her soft warm breasts pressed against his pecs. She began to feel his groin, and clumsily took off his belt and pulled down his trousers to feel his erect penis. She looked in his face intently and started kissing him again. “Your eyes,” she said. “They’re yellow.” He smiled. “So are yours.”

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Segun Starchild.

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#CoverReveal #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources : Wild Sky – Lexi Rees @lexi_rees

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Today I’m super pleased to be on the blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources, to reveal the cover of

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But first some information

About the Author :

Lorraine-16Lexi Rees writes action packed adventures for children. The first book in The Relic Hunters Series, Eternal Seas, was awarded a “loved by” badge from LoveReading4Kids and is currently longlisted for a Chanticleer award.
She’s passionate about developing a love of reading and writing in children, and as well as an active programme of school visits and other events, she has published a Creative Writing Skills workbook, is a Book PenPal for three primary schools, and runs a free online #kidsclub and newsletter which includes book recommendations and creative writing activities.
In her spare time, she’s a keen crafter and spends a considerable amount of time trying not to fall off horses or boats.

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After delivering the pearl, Finn and Aria thought life would return to normal.
But with the survival of the clans still in peril, they must continue their quest.
Can they find the next relic before the forces of evil?
Not everyone is who they appear to be
And time is running out …

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Did this all pique your interest in reading the book? It will be released November 28, 2019, but is already available for pre-order on Amazon.

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #QandAs : Restoration – More tales from the House that Sat Down (The House That Sat Down Trilogy #2) – Alice May @AliceMay_Author

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Today I’m on the ‘The House That Sat Down Trilogy’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote book 2 “Restoration – More tales from the House that Sat Down” I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

The House - Alice MayI am a multi-tasking parent to four not-so-small children, and I am fortunate enough to be married to (probably) the most patient man on the planet. We live in, what used to be, a ramshackle old cottage in the country. Our house began to fall down out of the blue one day, which resulted in the whole family living in a tent in the back garden for quite some time, while we worked out how to rebuild our home.
A few years afterwards, I decided to write a book and, once I started, I found I couldn’t stop.
Inspired by true-life events ‘Accidental Damage – tales from the house that sat down’ wouldn’t leave me alone until it was written.
Within six months of self-publishing my novel, I was delighted to learn that it had won two ‘Chill with a Book Awards’. This was a massive honour and motivated me to continue writing. Accidental Damage became the first book in a trilogy.
The Omnibus edition of all three books in the House That Sat Down Trilogy is now available via Amazon in both paperback and kindle format.

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Synopsis Book 2 in The House That Sat Down Trilogy :

96XAis-wLet us return to the crumbling cob cottage in the country, and our intrepid heroine and her hilarious family.
They are about to start rebuilding their home and their lives. Of course, nothing is going to go smoothly for them, is it?
In this sequel to ‘Accidental Damage – tales from the house that sat down’ we accompany our heroine on her journey as she bravely battles to restore everything that she loves; often against the odds and with a liberal sprinkling of humour, art and home-made cookies along the way.
One this is for sure, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!

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The House That Sat Down Omnibus CoverInspired by a true story, The House That Sat Down Trilogy is a tale of triumph over tragedy. It is an astonishing account of sudden, first-world homelessness in the heart of the New Forest, and the unexpected consequences. Written entirely from a mother’s point of view, following the collapse of her family’s home, it is an uplifting and positive read in spite of the subject matter, with a thread of wry humour throughout. Follow this ordinary woman on an extraordinary journey of survival and self discovery as she reels from disaster, before picking herself up and coming back stronger and wiser than before.
Packed with humorous observations about what it is like to live in a tent in your garden with your husband and four children after a significant part of your house falls down out of the blue one day, this story takes you from the depths of despair right through to the satisfying heights of success against the odds, with lots of tea and cakes on the way.
Follow this crazy family as they cope with disaster in their own truly unique and rather mad way, and celebrate each small triumph along the way with them.

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Q&A :

Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
Hello, I’m Alice May and I have been writing for about four years now. I have recently given up my career as a GP practice manager and am focussing on all things book and writing related. Having spent my childhood as an avid reader, I never thought that I would ever write a book, so it has come as quite a surprise to me to find myself the author of three novels as part of The House That Sat Down Trilogy.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
There are so many books and so little time. I loved to read as a child, but I have to confess that I genuinely think children’s literature these days is so much more exciting compared to what was available when I was growing up. I’d love to have had the opportunity to read books by John Flanagan, Ali Sparkes, Ali Condie, Michael Grant and Veronica Roth when I was a teenager. Other favourites have to be Robert Galbraith, Claire McGowan, Lisa Gardner, but the list is simply too long. We are so lucky to have to many talented authors out there producing such exciting pieces of work.

Is there any writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
For me, the answer to that has to be J. K. Rowling, because she is so very talented. She faced adversity in early stages of her journey as a writer and battled against the odds to get where she is today. I think she would be a fascinating person to have a chat with.

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
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Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
Not really, I have such a hectic schedule that I find myself simply being very grateful when any time presents itself when I might actually do some writing. I have learned to grab these opportunities as quickly as possible, boot up my laptop and get typing. No time to waste on rituals. I do have a coffee habit though.

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
So far, the ideas just arrive and I am very grateful. No doubt there will come a time when I have to actually sit and try to make them up but, so far, this hasn’t been a problem. As for the people in my life, I am an avid people watcher, but I am always extremely careful to create original characters based on a mixture of bits and pieces that I’ve observed from a multitude of sources around me.

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
A little bit of both, to be honest; for the most part, I usually have a general plot in mind, but in many cases I simply put my characters into a room and see what happens. It can be very entertaining. However, whether the resultant chapter ends up in the book depends very much on how successful the outcome is.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
The best advice I can give is to keep going. There will be highs and lows in your journey as a writer, but, if you are serious about it, then you have to put in the time, keep picking yourself up if you get knocked back, and don’t take it all too seriously. Some people will like your work and others won’t. You can’t please everyone so make sure that you are happy with your work. Keep your goal in sight and don’t get diverted. One step at a time, you will get there.

What are your future plans, as an author?
My future plans as an author involve finishing my next novel, the first in a brand-new trilogy. I’ve been through the whole manuscript assessment stage and am now working on the second draft based on those initial reactions and comments.

Last, but not least: Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
Well the most frequently asked question I get, when attending book launches and speaking events, is ‘why did the house sit down?’ It’s a reasonable enough question, after all people’s houses don’t usually ‘sit’ down do they? However we are talking about a 350-year-old property with an extensive and complicated history so there are a number of possible causes. It is such an intrinsic part of the plot, though, that I never give away any clues. I usually answer by saying that they have to read the book to find out. However, as a teaser for your readers I will say this, it isn’t any of the usual or obvious reasons that you might think would cause a house to ‘sit’ down. I really hope you enjoy finding out what the real culprit is. 🙂

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Alice May.
Thank you so much for hosting The House That Sat Down Trilogy on your blog.
Love
Alice

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White Zion – Gila Green @green_gila @cervenabarva , A #GuestPost With An #Excerpt

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Today I’m not on a blogtour, but I’m sharing a guest post written by Gila Green, author of ‘White Zion’, to promote this book.
Before I let you read it, I’ll first post some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Gila_GreenCanadian Gila Green is an Israel-based author. Her novels include: No Entry, White Zion, Passport Control, and King of the Class and she’s published dozens of short stories. She writes about racism, war, alienation, immigration, and survival. She has a fascination with the 1930s and 40s in the Middle East, and most recently has turned her attention to African elephant poaching. She does most of her work in a converted bomb shelter overlooking the Judean Hills. She loves to hear from readers. Please visit her

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The cover photo is an authentic family photo from Ottoman Palestine around 1920

Gritty Yet Shimmering Stories! I’m not exaggerating here one bit.
It’s titled ‘White Zion’ but Gila Green paints from all the colors/hues of the Jewish palette. These gritty yet shimmering stories get into you. I read them all in two swoops, then stayed up for an hour or two, maybe four, waiting for my heart to return to normal.
– Ruchama King Feuerman, author of In the Courtyard of the Kabbalist and Seven Blessings

In a journey of generations from Aden to Palestine to Ottawa, one Yemenite family encounters new and difficult realities: racism and war, rejection and divorce, resourceful survival and tragic death. With smells of delicious breads wafting up from the page, embroidering detail upon detail in fine literary stitch, Gila Green draws us fully into her narrative, as she generously shares with us the hidden core of family life and the stories she is not afraid to tell.
– Yael Unterman, author of The Hidden of Things: Twelve Stories of Love & Longing

Imagine a group of friends and relatives coming together throughout the afternoon over food and drink, staying late into the evening to share stories that engender laughter, tears, empathy and admiration. The profoundly satisfying stories in White Zion are rich in intimate detail, peopled with a cast of heart wrenching characters at once familiar and unique, a gathering of personalities that leaves me reluctant to leave their company and eager to revisit them.
– Pearl Luke, author of Madame Zee and Burning Ground

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Guest Post :

Betrayal in White Zion, my historical novel-in-stories

Betrayal between family members often feels like a blow to the stomach with a hockey stick. In this excerpt, a daughter-in-law—who I never name, so for this article let’s call her Sadie—is desperate to keep her mother-in-law from giving her son, Allen, a burial. Sadie is so frantic to achieve her goal that she cremates her husband less than one day after his death from cancer.
There’s no opportunity for Allen’s parents, who live in Canada, to arrive in the USA on time to suspend Sadie’s dubious plans. With no prior knowledge of what is to come the parents are helpless; the betrayal is successful. Sadie single-mindedly fulfills her dead husband’s wishes, or that is what she tells the reader. Allen is dead before the story begins. We have no way of knowing if Sadie’s completing his final desire or peppering betrayal with a generous dose of revenge. Though nothing is explicitly written, it’s obvious there’s no love lost between Sadie and her in-laws. Still, Sadie puts on a pretense of innocently trying to do the right thing.
This is the type of deceit many of us will find familiar. We all do it and when we do, it’s the kind of betrayal we try to justify and in White Zion, this recognizable type of betrayal is served up in larger-than-life doses.
But before White Zion even begins one of its heroes, a young boy named Assaf, would be able to tell you about another kind of betrayal. He’d say it feels more like a descent into a personal hell. Assaf is born in British Mandatory Palestine. He is only twelve in the 1948 War of Independence when his city of birth is attacked from all sides, including the air. The Jewish population of Jerusalem is cut off from supplies when the road from Tel Aviv is blockaded. Young Assaf must boil grass to eat and stand in long lines for a ration of water from a well. He is not yet a teenager but he feels betrayed by humanity itself. He must dodge bombs and bullets on the way to primary school. He must grapple with the violation of an assumed contract that many of us have; we have the right to visit public places without experiencing violence, let alone murder.
And so, my theme of this other, more fatal type of betrayal is off to a running start before the first page of White Zion is written. In other words, that’s the backstory.
A third type of betrayal in White Zion happens on a generational level; to be more precise transgenerational. The central conflict is with the heroine Miriam, often called Miri, and her own DNA. Miri is grown-up Assaf’s Canadian-born daughter.
Today, we are told that epigenetic changes pass from father to daughter, mother to son, preprogramming us for diseases. The research is still ongoing, but either way humans must step up to the plate and realize that long after a war is over, it’s darkest most horrific shadows and bloodiest wounds live on for decades. No one needs to tell this to Miri. She has no need of the latest scientific studies.
The betrayal connections in White Zion are not coincidental. I set out to thread the devastation felt by one Canadian mother, from one of the planet’s coldest capitals, with the grief felt by a boy born on the other side of the world in one of the planet’s most ravaged capitals. I set out to weave betrayal on a macro and a micro level to show its innumerable faces and its inevitable consequences as a warning to all of us. My goal is to make you uneasy, or at least edgy enough, so that readers don’t finish White Zion without taking a backward glance at their own homegrown betrayals.

Excerpt :

“We’re here,” Bubby announced in a trembling voice. “How are you? Can you take us to him or should we go ourselves?”
“No, I can’t do that,” my cousin’s wife slurred, she was clutching an empty bottle in one hand.
“Can you just tell us where?”
“I mean, you’re too late.”
My aunt and uncle looked at one another and then back at their daughter-in-law’s long face, her doll-like lips and reddened eyes.
“I had him cremated immediately. That’s what he would have wanted. His ashes are—”
“Ah!” Bubby shrieked, her hands flying up to protect her ears. “His ashes? Cremated? Our son. Our boy. We’ve come to say goodbye. How could you not let us say goodbye? We came as quickly as we could. We want to say goodbye to Allen. Allen! Why didn’t you wait?”
But my Zaide was already putting his white windbreaker on and tightening his black shoelaces. Then he puts his shaking hand on the doorknob.
“Izzy? Izzy do something. I want to see Allen at least. I’m his mother.”
“Let’s go, Bets, let’s go,” my Zaide said. His voice was just above a whisper. He had already opened the door wide.
“How dare she? How dare she? No asking, no telling, so fast, my God,” my Bubby demanded.
“That’s what he would have wanted,” cousin Allen’s wife repeated firmly, she steadied herself on the sideboard.
“What’s wrong with you?” my Bubby asked. “We’re his parents.”

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