#BookTour #Booktamins @booktamins / #Excerpt : Faith in Him #FaithInHim – Julia Firlotte @juliafirlotte

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Today I’m on the ‘Faith in Him’ blogtour, organised by Booktamins.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Julia FirlotteJulia Firlotte loves writing gripping stories about strong alphas with big hearts and the heroines who fall for them. Angst and passion, trust and intrigue are fundamental to all of the love stories Julia writes, so regardless of how her characters misbehave, you’ll definitely want to keep reading about them.
Julia has been reading romance novels since she was a teenager and started writing her own in 2018. She has lots of stories in her head, but never enough time to write them all. Julia believes strongly in making her character’s worlds as real as possible and there are many character insights on her website if you’d like to learn more about them.
Julia lives in Southern England with her husband, son and daughter and their five cats and would love to meet you on social media.

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Synopsis :

Title: Faith in Him (Falling For You book 2)
Genres: Romance, Suspense
Publication Date: 7th December 2020
Pages: 336

Faith in Him_CoverAdam’s deepest wounds are abandonment and betrayal. He’s spent years searching for that special someone who can fill his desolate world with love and trust. He thought he’d found her once, but instead got dragged into a dangerous criminal underworld that tore his wounds wide open and left him broken.
But like he falls in love, Adam fights back hard and fast against the darkness that surrounds him. Fidelity, bravery, and integrity become his values, and he’s sticking to them. That is until he meets Ella, the tender-hearted soul mate he’s yearned for. Now suddenly there’s more at risk than just himself.
Adam’s an all or nothing kind of guy. How far will he go to keep Ella safe? And will Ella have enough faith in him to love him anyway?

This is the second novel in the Falling For You trilogy and ends in a HFN conclusion.

Trigger warning: abduction, mention of mild sexual assault

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The blood drains from my face. What little love I still felt for this woman seeps from me just
like the last rays of sun are swept from the yard, the twilight glowing like an orange veil over a lamp. Is she still high? Why would she say that? I’ve done nothing but care for her and try to get her clean. I guess she didn’t want my help. Juan looks at me briefly and then back at Rita, all but ignoring her accusation.
“The gringo doesn’t know shit! Antonio still stole it; he knew the price of interfering with Discípulos business!”
Although I don’t understand his reference to Discípulos, I let Juan’s insult of ‘foreigner’ wash over me, writing it off as a result of stress, and instead I focus on what’s more important right now, like the gun aimed at my girlfriend’s head.
“Juan, listen hermano, just put the gun down and we can sort everything out.”
“I am not your hermano, Adam!” he roars at me, but his eyes stay focused in front of him.
He’d always been the one to call me ‘brother’, so the rejection stings.
“Just put the gun…” I don’t get to finish my sentence. Seeing me start to approach Juan, his half-brother Carlos comes up behind me, clamping his arms hard around my chest.
“Stay out of this, Adam,” he demands close to my ear, and holds me still while Rita and Juan continue to argue.
“It was him!” Rita screams, tears on her face as she angles herself protectively in front of Antonio. She’s still pointing a finger at me. “He only told Antonio because he wanted him to get caught! Juan, Adam wants you to kill Antonio! Adam found us fucking and was jealous! This is his payback!”
My mouth drops open and I sag momentarily in Carlos’ grip.
“What the hell are you talking about, Rita? I told Antonio about the avocados my father is importing so he could steal them? That’s bullshit and makes no sense!” I exclaim, my heart rate suddenly thumping. Her lover’s stolen a valuable shipment and she’s trying to make out like I helped him?
Carlos’ arms tighten with surprising strength for a guy shorter than me as he hears the anger building in my voice.
“Easy, Adam,” he urges me.
“You see? He knows nada!” Juan laughs at my expense and flicks his free hand outward from his forehead, indicating I have nothing between my ears. “I’ve been close to him for months and the gringo is a fool!”
What the hell is he talking about?
“This gringo,” I spit the word at Juan, noting how hurt I feel after considering this man a friend, before facing Rita, “is here to try and save your cheating ass, Rita, and your fucking lover’s ass, too! Why would you try to set me up for doing it?”
Christ, I can’t believe her!
Was this what our whole relationship was about? Has she been seeing Antonio behind my back the whole time and looking for a way for him to steal the produce for some big bucks while pinning the blame on me?
“Juan, she’s high. Don’t listen to her.” I try and reason with Juan, hoping he’ll see sense.
“She’s what?” her father Emmanuel snarls then, rapidly reaching my side and swinging my shoulder back so I face him. Carlos sidesteps with me to keep his hold on me. “She’s high on cocaine again?”
I’ve never seen such rage in a man’s eyes. Wrath, fury, and venom emanate from him like a forcefield, his eyes burning amber in the light of the setting sun. Rita’s statement from a few weeks ago suddenly rings more true and dread seeps up from my gut, draining the color out of my face. He spins to face Juan.
“She is no daughter of mine. Matarles!” Juan takes a momentary step back and then glares at me.
Rita starts screaming, “Papa! Papa! No. No!”
I’m struck dumb, not understanding the instruction, although I can guess. Then Juan aims his gun and fires.
I swear my heart stops and I jolt as the round discharges, loosening Carlos’ grip on me just as Rita screams, a heart-wrenching cry that tears at my soul. Antonio lies lifeless on the floor, a small red circle in the center of his forehead and his eyes open, but no longer seeing.
I lunge forward for Juan, breaking free from Carlos, only to be gripped hard by Emmanuel as he clasps his hand around my wrist.
“No, no, stop! Juan, don’t!” I shout, wrenching my arm from his grip. All my struggles cease as Juan fires again mere inches from my reach.
Rita doesn’t scream again.
What was a rusty orange sky now bleeds red as the sun finally sets.
That was the day I stopped believing in God. The day I stopped trusting what women told me. The day I became alone once more.

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#BlogTour #Booktamins @booktamins / #Excerpt : The Third Sun – Victoria J. Price @victoria_jprice

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Today I’m on the ‘The Third Sun’ blogtour, organised by Booktamins.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Victoria lives in leafy Surrey, in the South East of England. She loves fairy tales, myths and legends, and grew up creating stories both in words and pictures. When she’s not writing you’ll find her exploring with her husband and their two dogs, searching for beautiful hidden places and secret picnic spots.

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The sun is dying, the windows to Earth are closing. Time is running out.
After the death of her sister, eighteen-year-old Fia Aldridge knows one thing for certain: she doesn’t belong anywhere. But then she tumbles into the parallel world of Ohinyan—a world where angels and witches walk amongst mankind.
An ancient darkness is taking advantage of the dying sun, and Ohinyan needs Fia’s help. She soon learns that her arrival is not entirely by accident and that Alexander, leader of angels, is not the guardian she thought he was.
Torn between their feelings and their duties, together they must find a way to return Fia to London before the darkness consumes her and she is trapped in Ohinyan forever.

A richly woven tale drawing on ancient myths and legends, bursting with adventure, elemental magic, angels, witches, shapeshifters and slow burn romance. Fans of Brigid Kemmerer, Laini Taylor and Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials will devour The Third Sun: Daughter of the Phoenix Book One.

Trigger warning: Themes of grief, loss and anxiety. Mild fantasy violence. Fade to black Male/Female sex scene.

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Fia was falling.
Mud, sky, mud, sky, mud, sky. Everything blurred into one continuous loop of brown and blue. Am I dead? Is this what dying looks like? But then she saw the angel’s wings, so she had to be. Sharp pains shot through her leg, her arm, her head, so quickly it became hard to define where the pain was coming from. Her breath was knocked out of her with the constant tumbling and the mud, sky, mud, sky, a flash of white feathers, and then a crack.
Fia hit her head, hard. Reaching out, she felt the warm, stickiness of blood. She looked up to see the sky once more but instead saw white feathers and a pair of crystal blue eyes looking down at her anxiously. The angel’s arms wrapped around her and lifted her. And then darkness.
It was warm. There was a sickly smell, mixed with damp moss and earth. It stung her nostrils, and her whole body seared with pain. Muffled sounds grew louder, faster, and then lulled. The white wings of the angel flashed somewhere nearby as she opened and closed her eyes, but the throbbing in her head was unbearable. She heard a piercing scream, her scream, and the voices turned to cries until she could see the blue eyes again. Silence. Fia fell in and out of consciousness, dreaming of the angel until the sickly smell woke her again.
This time the pain was worse. A drum was beating, or was it her heart? Fia opened her eyes to stinging smoke. The beat quickened.
“Altair, she’s awake again,” a deep voice said beside her, gentle and soothing. White feathers flickered at the edges of her vision.
Those eyes… the white feathers. Wings. I must be dead. The drum beat louder, drowning out the voices. An old man with a dark, weathered face leaned over her.
“Stay with her,” the old man said, his voice scratched with age, as she drifted in and out of a daze.
It was hard to tell if she was dreaming or awake, as the beat grew louder, closer.
Voices sang, “Ho-yah-wa-hay-ah!” The beating was so loud Fia could feel it in her chest. Her heart was racing, but she didn’t know why. All she remembered was being in the catacombs, and then she had reached out for the wall and… fallen. The sickly, sweet smell hit her in waves once more, filling her nostrils. But fallen through what? Her head spun.
“Ho-yah-wa-hay-ah!” followed the beating of the drum. It was so fast and so loud. She felt like she was still falling, but she was lying down, covered in blankets, and there was a flurry of movement all around.
“Fia…” another voice called to her, from somewhere far, far away. “Fia…”
She opened her mouth to speak, but fear stole the breath from her mouth. Her heart raced so fast she was certain it would burst through her chest.
“Ho-yah-wa-hay-ah!”
Her eyes began to focus. She was in a tent, with a high ceiling swathed in reams of green and gold fabric. Through the smoke, she could make out more of the old man’s features: tall, tan, and leathery, with eyes as dark as an evergreen.
“Ho-yah-wa-hay-ah!” he sang again, throwing his arms above him, his great fur cloak swinging from enormous shoulders.
The echo of her name rang in her ears and left her hands trembling. On the ground before her were several men and women on their knees, rising and dropping to the old man’s song, pulsing their bodies to the same beat that had been drumming in Fia’s head. She couldn’t move, but all the panic began to melt away, her chest was no longer tight, and her head had ceased spinning. What just happened? Her eyes adjusted to the light as she took in every detail of the strange little tent and the people kneeling, sweat beading on their foreheads.
“Altair,” called the deep, gentle voice, “it’s done.”
The old man nodded and from the shadows beside him stepped… an angel. She wasn’t crazy, after all.

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#BlogTour #Booktamins @booktamins / #PromoPost : London Calling – A.C. Merkel @Blink_Drive

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Today I’m on the ‘London Calling’ blogtour, organised by Booktamins.
To promote this book I have some ‘basic’ information.

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A.C. MerkelAuthor A.C. Merkel is a Mechanic in Birmingham Alabama.
Formerly lead Singer in local and regional bands.
Known to friends as Drew.
Drew uses his former experience as stage crew for concerts to bring a very real edge to the magical musical lead character in the Lady Dreamscapes Series. Fan of authors such as Anne Rice, Ray Bradbury, CS Lewis. And influenced by television creatives Joss Whedon (Buffy The Vampire Slayer/Firefly) and Joseph Mallozzi (Stargate SG-1/Atlantis- Dark Matter) he brings charming/sarcastic wit and found family to his magical musical books. Drew is a founding member of Queer Indie.

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Title: London Calling (Lady Dreamscapes 2)
Genres: Fantasy, LGBT, Romance, Science-Fiction
Publication date: 26th October 2020
Pages: 282

CoverVisions, it seems like everyone is having them.
Anne, Murder, and Levi all share a vision across the Atlantic Ocean and 485 years.
Time and space are crying out, London is Calling.
The future is in peril, Alice Noble…
An impossible structure…
New York is burning…
In the past?
Anne is facing her own execution and the peril of yet another stillborn child.
Only the Boleyn Triumvirate hold the power that could save her and the unborn Alice, But will Mary and George cooperate? Can Mary be trusted?
In the present?
Time traveler “Eustace Black” May very well be the mouthpiece of the Holy Roman Empire.
Tress is charged with figuring out his plan so The Nobles can go to London to meet the tragic and mysterious “watchmaker”. The only magic user who can help them get to the truth.
Murder must face her past once more, up close and in person, as she races the clock to find out what really happened to her mother.
London Calling yes I was there too, and you know what they said? Well, some of it was true.

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We have existed in the shadows of your world for all of history.
The blessed, the cursed, the mages and the witches.
Sometimes you choose to ignore us.
Sometimes we cover it up.
We keep our heads down, lest you lot make them roll.

Additional information/Trigger warning: religious history, domestic violence, miscarriage/stillbirth, mention of historical slavery, suicide and assisted suicide.

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#BlogTour #Booktamins @booktamins / #QandAs : Of Ash & Shadow – Sarah King @SKingAuthor

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Today I’m on the ‘Of Ash & Shadow’ blogtour, organised by Booktamins.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Sarah KingSarah King is the author of the YA Dark Fantasy novel Of Ash & Shadow. Sarah wrote her first book at fourteen and quickly decided it would never again see the light of day. Six (never-to-be-seen-again) books later, she wrote the first incarnation of Of Ash & Shadow during her final residency at Seton Hill University‘s Writing Popular Fiction MFA program.
A Connecticut native, Sarah currently lives in Tampa, Florida with her very understanding, listens-to-her-rave-about-the-stupidity-of-writing-a-golden-sword-into-her-book, boyfriend and two (lovingly spastic) dogs. Dogs who she honestly talks about more than her writing.

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Of Ash & Shadow CoverThe Fae stole everything from Wyn. Her home. Her family. Her soul.
Now they want Her help. A murderer for hire, but this mission – kill the Shadow Queen, the boogeyman of the realm – is a suicide mission. At best! If she doesn’t say yes, they’ll steal more of the small family she’s piecemealed together since dragging her ass out of Faerie three years ago.
Guided by a vaguely familiar dark elf, Wyn must traverse the Shadow Court, a barren wasteland with toxic air populated by nightmarish creatures. Faerie warps everything it touches.
And helping them? Means giving them the last part of herself. Her humanity.
Trigger warning: mention of abuse

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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?
For those who don’t know me, as a child I hated writing and reading. It wasn’t necessarily the act of writing, it was the fact that, as a student, I was forced to write papers that were boring and pointless. On the rare occasions I got to write fiction in lieu of papers, I excelled. I found my way back to reading thanks to my mother, who wanted to foster my love of books. She picked up Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone at one of our book fairs (I believe) when I was about nine, and started reading to me every night. I found out later, she often stayed up after I fell asleep to finish the books herself. Harry Potter led to A Wrinkle In Time, which in turn led to The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. From there, there was no stopping me.
Years later, the night before my first day of Freshman year, I had a dream and awoke with the urge to write the dream down. The story was absolutely terrible, I had no clue what I was doing, and unfortunately, it became the main reason I did not do well in class – choosing to write instead of listening to my teachers. I’m sure my mother would not have been happy to hear that back then, now she’ll probably just chuckle. Though she did give me a thorough kick in the butt my sophomore year as my grades slipped, making it clear, if I didn’t get my grades up I’d never get into college. Depending on the circumstances, I have the silly need to prove people wrong. So, I became an A and B student, went to college and then ended up in graduate school to boot. During that time I wrote six or seven novels before I started Wyn’s story. That was four years ago. Four years of writing, rewriting, and endlessly editing this book, until a fellow author told me it was time to get my butt out of the editors chair and publish the darn thing – so here I am.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
Harry Potter will forever be the series that started it all. There is a special place in my heart for the golden trio and their magical adventures. Similarly, A Wrinkle in Time is a favorite of mine. I always connected with Meg, how she was different from other kids, how she felt like an outcast. Something about her spoke to me, even more so than Harry, Ron, or Hermione. To name a few others from my childhood: The Pendragon Series, The Inheritance Cycle, The Mortal Instruments, The Chronicles of Faerie, even the Twilight Saga. There are honestly too many to count.
As an adult, I still love YA. It’s what I love to write. Today (while writing this) I’m enjoying House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin J. Craig. My TBR list is ever expanding. But, my favorite author as an adult is a Paranormal Romance writer – Nalini Singh. I own every one of her books, and will autobuy anything she writes going forward. Her craft is phenomenal, I wish I wrote like her, and her stories, the tales she twists, enchant me every time I read and reread them.

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
This may not come as a shock after my last answer, but Nalini Singh. For sure. To be able to pick her brain about how she comes up with her ideas, how she fleshes them out, the questions she asks herself when writing each book or building a new aspect within her worlds – would be priceless. I am such a fan of her writing, it’s beautiful and descriptive without ever losing me or being – this is a terrible word but – pointless, if that makes sense. Every description, every sentence drives the story forward. Not just the romance, but the plot, and I would be honored to learn from her. She is an author whose books I don’t just consume for the sheer love of her stories, but to study her mastery of the craft.

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
This is so hard haha.
From my books? Probably Wyn, I think our sense of humor would jive, though we’d not be having tea. I could see instead maybe a knife throwing or self defense lesson. I’d love to meet the Wyn from the end of OAAS, right before book 2, after everything she’s been through, seen, learned. If I were picking a secondary character, maybe Hella or Cré, both I know would have amazing stories, but also they seem like they’d be fun to go out on the town with haha.
From another book…my best friend and I always talk about how, if we had to live in a fantasy world, we’d wanna live in Nalini Singh’s Psy-Changeling world and if we did, the species we would choose to be – changelings. So I think I’d have to say Valentin, the Alpha of the Stonewater bears, because I’d definitely be a bear changeling. They’re loud, always eating, love to have fun and everything revolves around family. Not to mention their senses of humor and penchant for antics is wonderful. They are essentially just like my family. Also, super stubborn and hard headed, which I am as well. So, I think hanging out with Valentin or anyone from the Stonewater pack would be great fun.

Do you have some rituals or habits while writing?
Oh, I have a terrible habit haha, I make faces while I write. When I get super deep into a scene, to the point where the outside world is completely out of my mind, I end up making the faces I assume my character is making at that moment. Which is terrible when I’m writing anywhere I can be seen, because I probably look like a deranged madwoman. Rituals – no, there isn’t any one thing I MUST do to write. I taught myself to read/write from a young age in noisy places so I can pretty much drown out the world no matter where I am when writing. Sometimes I’ll play music if there is a song that particularly inspires me during that chapter. In the End by Black Veil Brides, was pretty much the anthem for Wyn’s story, though I listened to their whole catalogue of music while writing book one. Another habit, which is probably something most writers do, is daydreaming what’s happening in the next scene. If I can’t write at that moment, I’m usually daydreaming about what Wyn is saying, or Keir, or what they’re doing. One habit I try not to do is daydream about chapters in the future cause I’m a linear writer. If I jump around from chapter to chapter, I tend to have timeline issues and inconsistencies.

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
BAHA maybe a little! 😛 There are very few characters who have a passing resemblance to anyone in my life, and the small resemblance is shown in the best light. Places, on the other hand, are different. I use real places often throughout the book. I’ve never actually threatened to kill anyone in my own books, though a friend did threaten to kill me in one of theirs for being too cheerful in the morning before they’d had their coffee. I take that as a compliment though.
Generally, my ideas are the first chapter. Majority of the stories I’ve written are born from daydreaming where the initial chapter springs into my mind, almost fully formed, and then I have to figure out what happens from there. So, for Wyn’s book the opening chapter is almost exactly as I first imagined and wrote it. Thanks to a revise and resubmit, I actually pushed the opening chapter further back by about an hour’s time. Originally it began with Wyn atop the fae she’s hunting, striking the killing blow. The R&R I received suggested giving the opening just a little bit more time to unfold, so I pushed it back to her hunting the fae and why she was hunting it, which I think was for the best because it helps build the world and her character for the reader a bit quicker. I then took a course at the Margie Lawson Academy about honing your first five pages which helped solidify the chapter the reader will see when they open the book. But, when I started writing that chapter – four years ago – I had no idea where the story was going at all.

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
Plotter all the way, and if I didn’t know this years ago, I was taught the harsh lesson over again that I will never be anything other than a plotter, when I started writing Of Ash & Shadow. I started writing OAAS during my final semester of graduate school. At this point, my mentor and I had already discussed the fact that I probably shouldn’t write another post-apocalyptic/dystopian story seeing as they had just fallen out of trend at the time. So, of course, what do I do? I start a post-apocalyptic fae novel. Cause that’s a bright idea. But, I knew I had to write Wyn’s story. She wouldn’t leave my head no matter how hard I tried.
At the same time, I decided I wanted to give pantsing another go. I used to be a pantser whole-heartedly until I got to my thesis novel, which I plotted out like it was my job – which it sort of was. Trying to be a pantser again was a massively dumb idea on my part. I wrote the first five chapters of the book and had no idea where it was going from there. Cue about three months of agonizing over where the book was going, because I knew the end, but the middle eluded me.
I went to my final residency annoyed that I could not figure the middle out. I had handed in my first ten pages – at the time the whole first chapter – for review by my classmates, which was hilarious when I discovered my mentor was running my critique session. We had a nice laugh over my inability to take her advice about trends and what to write next, as well as my stupidity in thinking I could just pants a new novel.
Thankfully, I have some of the best friends, who after graduation, sat down with me and helped me figure out where the story was going. I love them dearly for the brainstorming session. I also learned, I will never pants a story ever again.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
I sometimes still feel like a novice writer, and I’ve been writing for almost sixteen years now.
We’ve all heard this before, but I’ll repeat it real quick – read. Read everything, voraciously read in and outside of your genre.
Look at the voice of other authors and decide what you like and what you don’t, so you can then move on to figure out your own voice. I was taught, by an awesome writer and teacher, Julie Rowe, that voice isn’t just how the character speaks, but also becomes an extension of who the writer is and so the writer’s voice will always filter into their writing. It’s this huge amalgamation of description, conflict, pacing, emotion, etc. I think finding your voice is something that takes the longest. My voice, writing my first, second, third books, is 100% different from the voice I use today in my writing. I can see where it was starting to show up in previous stories, but OAAS really helped me solidify my writer voice.
A great resource for writers to learn more about in-depth topics on writing – such as voice – is the Margie Lawson Academy. Obviously, money may be a little tight right now for many, but a great alternative to taking her classes live is to purchase her lecture packets which are far cheaper. If you have the discipline to teach yourself, which I think all writers should have as we are always learning, then the lecture packets are a wealth of knowledge.
I want to say plot your stories, because I understand that some writers are just true pantsers and plotting doesn’t work for them. I will say, however, that I think all writers, even if they don’t plot the book out ahead of time, need to understand goal, motivation, and conflict. Not just for each main character – we sometimes call this what they want and why they can’t have it – but also for every scene within the novel. GMC helps keep the tension and the pace in every scene. Even if you don’t plot, it’s good to know GMC as you move into the scene you’re writing next, to help keep the story running at full speed toward the climax and then resolution. There is a book called GMC: Goal, Motivation, and Conflict by Debra Dixon which is worth checking out.

What are your future plans as an author?
My current plan is to work on Book 2, which I’m hoping to put out next September, if possible, while also potentially working on a secondary story. The secondary story is still just a notion, not a firm plan. Book 2 of Wyn’s story is currently in early stages. I’ve plotted it out thanks to my wonderful sister-in-law who sat and asked me tons of questions, and I’ve just begun to write. Past that, I am unsure. I usually don’t focus on more than one story at a time, I’m just not very good at it, but we will see what the future holds.

Last, but not least : Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
Of course! Hopefully, this isn’t too long haha.

Keir plunged his fingers into the warm earth, trying to ground himself in the loose ash. Blue lightning streaked across his brain, every synapsis firing at once. Power overload like nothing he’d ever experienced before ate like brush fire through his body. In the functioning parts of his brain, he half wondered if spontaneous combustion were real. If his brain were melting and would soon leak out his ears.
Words gifted to him by Wyn fanned the flames. Pieces of her memories tugged at hidden strings in his mind like a puppet master and his marionette. A groan ripped free of his throat, his back bowing under strings pulled taut. His insides were tearing apart. Expending all his magic to heal the fissures in each muscle, each tendon, each vein in his body was tiresome. Bearing memories submerged under Gods knew what kind of bindings, trying to force them to the surface, near swamped him in unconsciousness.
A benefit of releasing his powers so extensively was its ability to act as radar, picking up the imminent incursion of the Wild Hunt. Hiding what ailed him from Wyn would be difficult, but first they needed to survive this encounter.
Keir swayed, her hand leaving his chest momentarily to sling his arm across her weakened shoulders. Dragging him onto his feet was no use though, his body frozen in its attempt to heal itself.
“Keir, get up! We need to run,” she said. “Find somewhere to hide.”
“There is no hiding from the Hunt,” he said, power vibrating through his vocal chords.
Too much longer and he’d burn out. Wyn would be defenseless against the Hunt or the likes of the Shadow Court. A fact concerning enough to rip his mind from its search for answers hidden within and allow his magic sweet release. Arm still resting over her shoulder, he used his free arm to spin her body against his side before toppling them behind a charred tree trunk. Part of him wanted to fall asleep, the magic leaching from his system zapping his energy. She was so small, so perfectly fitted against his side, it was hard to fend off sleep’s silky grasp.
“We can’t stop.”
Wyn shoved at his chest half-heartedly, her arms pressed in tight to her body by the cage of his own. Above them, the drum of thousands of equine and lupine hooves and paws pounded through the air, creating small booms of sound. With each soldier who landed, the ground beneath them shook like a great earthquake rumbling through the center of the earth, churning up the land. Minutes passed before relative silence settled once more.
“Keir!” A guttural, barking sort of voice shouted at him.
He rested his forehead against Wyn’s, eyes shut, their noses brushing. Under other circumstances he would have relished their current position. Breathed deep a scent so intrinsically her, that were he blinded, he would still know her anywhere. She was the slight tang of metal, the crackling, smokey flames of a raging bonfire mixed with the tart burst of mandarin juice splashing on his tongue. But, there was no time to admire or luxuriate.
Keir puffed out the disheartened breath he held in a short sigh. Hope and luck were not words used when facing the Hunt. Both died quick deaths when his brethren came knocking. Rolling off her, he shoved to his feet and brushed the ash from his knees and hands while he continued to shield her from the men and women at his back.
Eons of loyalty were under fire. Long nights riding the skies of Faerie and Earth. Battles fought together to the bloody end. Missions run for whoever paid the highest and the resulting enjoyment of their spoils. All, he knew, would be tested in these next minutes.
Dread was a flash fire in his veins. Controlled his muscles to bring his hand to the hilt of his sword. Spread the bitter taste of death across his tongue.
“Majesty,” Keir said, turning to face Anam, the Erlking, commander of the Wild Hunt.
Whosoever defeated the Erlking in combat within the realm of Faerie, took control of the Hunt. A title not suited to many fae, Anam’s rule was ancient. And so was the power he funnelled to his soldiers, gifting them abilities far beyond the regular fae’s. Wyn’s slaughtering of Bakor was a feat unmatched by any other human in existence. This mysterious girl of his broken memories possessed a power of her own, one he’d not witnessed through the ages.
Towering height, broad shoulders, barrel chested and thick legged, the Erlking was an imposing figure missing one key feature. Carried beneath his right arm was his maggoty, red-rimmed and swollen-eyed, gnarl-haired head.
Wyn rose to her feet, hands pressed to his back as she peaked around, one word, a rushed whisper, fell from her lips, “Dullahan.”

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#BlogTour #Booktamins @booktamins / #Excerpt : The Counterfeiter’s Daughter – Victoria Marswell @vicmarswell

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Today I’m on the ‘The Counterfeiter’s Daughter’ blogtour, organised by Booktamins.
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About the Author :

Victoria MarswellVictoria Marswell is a romance suspense author. Victoria started writing poetry and short stories in her early teens. She majored in biblical studies at Hope International University and incorporates inspirational Christian themes into her writings. Victoria is a world traveler and sets her stories in the locations she has visited. At 17, she traveled to Germany and Austria where she was inspired to write her debut novel, The Counterfeiter’s Daughter. Victoria continues to travel the world; creating and writing romantic and thrilling adventures. She lived in Orange County, CA. for 38 years and currently resides in Portsmouth, NH.

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The Counterfeiter's Daughter coverAn empathetic psychologist, Madelyn Brighton trusts no one. She maintains a solitary and organized life with a serene view of the beach.
Everything changes when bad news forces her to leave sunny California and travel to Bavaria in south Germany. Amid 19th-century castles and dark family secrets, she must deal with the repercussions of her estranged father’s shocking counterfeiting crimes when she secretly inherits a priceless artifact.
Complications ensue when Madelyn reluctantly partners with the adventurous, blue-eyed archaeologist Jake Nolan. He promises to help her evade Leon Von Füssen, a prominent and wealthy art conservator who keeps them on the run as he tries to get his hands on the valuable museum piece Madelyn hides.
Madelyn finds herself caught in the middle of a rivalry between Jake and Leon. Will she succeed at protecting the innocent victims affected by her father’s mistakes, trust Jake with her safety and open herself to love again? Or will the counterfeiter’s daughter suffer the fallout of her father’s choices?
Join Madelyn on her thrilling journey of romantic suspense—from disillusionment to faith, bitterness to forgiveness, and loneliness to the prospect of love.

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Her heartbeat resounded in her ears and heat prickled her nape. The words blurred into random letters as Madelyn stared at the page. Even if she wanted to go, she had clients depending on her services. She curled her trembling fingers, the paper crunching under her grasp. Pretend she never received the request and forget the whole thing?
Madelyn tossed the crumpled paper in the trash and dropped her head into her hands, massaging her temples. The day had gone from bad to worse. Somehow Sam knew where to find her and yet still never called or reached out. She took a swig of her coffee and choked on the bitter taste mixed with the lukewarm temperature.
Sam was dead… The poor boys, losing their dad so soon, even if Sam wasn’t much of a father to her, she knew the negative effects of an absent parent. Madelyn blew a heavy breath from her mouth, pulled the note from the trash and did a search online for the first available flight to Munich, Germany. She booked an airline ticket and emailed her supervisor with a notification of time off for two weeks’ bereavement period—accounting for travel time, jet lag and unforeseen entanglements with Sam’s family. She sent a quick response to Gretchen.
How weird to think of Sam having a family. For years she attempted to disconnect her heart from any thoughts of Sam. She pressed her fingers against her chest and massaged the burning knot growing inside.
Madelyn slipped on her shoes, grabbed the letter, packed up her laptop and case files to pass on to another crisis counselor. Traveling to a foreign country required extensive planning. She paused, then shook her head. Good thing she kept her passport current. The extent of her international travels was a one-time trip to Canada, despite studying architecture for her dream job as a conservationist of historic buildings, before changing her major to psychology at Cal Poly.
Her heart banged with a heavy thud as she closed her office door. If she dwelled too long on the request, she’d change her mind and stay home. She had to follow her gut reaction and go.

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#BlogTour #Booktamins @booktamins / #Excerpt : Under Your Skin – Rose McClelland @RoseMcClelland1 @darkstrokedark

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Today I’m on the ‘Under Your Skin’ blogtour, organised by Booktamins.
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About the Author :

Author pic“Under your skin” is Rose’s fourth novel. Her previous three novels were romantic fiction published by Crooked Cat. She has made the genre jump from “chick lit” to psychological thriller and is enjoying delving into a darker corner of her mind!
Rose has also written two short plays which were performed in the Black Box theatre in Belfast.
She discusses book reviews on her You Tube channel and writes theatre reviews for her blog.
She loves nothing more than curling up with her cats and a good book. She has two rescue cats – Toots, who is ginger with an inquisitive face and Soots, who is black and hops along on his 3 legs looking ever so cute.

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CoverWhen Kyle’s wife Hannah goes missing, the whole town is out in force to try to find her. One person knows where she is. One person is keeping a secret.
Detective Inspector Simon Peters and Detective Kerry Lawlor have been brought in to investigate the case, but Hannah has left no traces and Kyle has no clues.
Local Belfast resident, Julia Matthews, joins the #FindHannah campaign and becomes friendly with Kyle, sympathising with his tragedy. As Julia becomes more involved in the case than she bargained for, she begins to uncover more secrets than the Police ever could.
Julia was only trying to help but has she become drawn into a web of mystery that she can’t escape?
Trigger warning: domestic violence, some sexual scenes and swear words

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Chapter One
Kyle

“999, what’s your emergency?”
“It’s my wife,” Kyle blurts out. “She’s gone missing.”
“How long has she been missing?” the calm, monotone responder asks.
“It’s been since nine this morning,” he says, impatience lacing his every word.
“So that’s…” Calm voice must be counting on her fingers.
“Twelve hours?”
“Yes,” he bites back. “I guess. Yes, twelve hours. It’s not like her. She’s always home by now.”
Miss Calm asks, “Any history of mental illness, sir?”
He blanches. “Who? Me?”
“No sir. Your wife?”
He bites his lip. “No,” he begins. “No, I guess not.” Although there was that time the doctor suggestedantidepressants. But no matter. Miss Calm is now on to the next question.
“So tell me what happened. When was the last time you saw her? What mood was she in? Had there been any arguments?”
Arguments? Well yes, there had been, but that was hardly relevant.
“I saw her this morning before she headed to work. She was fine. I came home at eight tonight and she’s not here. She’s not answering her mobile. It’s not like her. I’m convinced something has happened. What if some rapist has captured her? The sooner the police look for her, the better!”
He realises that his voice is rising in octave with each sentence, but he can’t help it. What’s the point in talking so slowly on the phone when she could be sending a cop out straight away to look for her!
He feels his breathing quicken and walks over to the counter to pick up his packet of cigarettes. He pulls one out of the packet and tinges the end with his lighter.
“Can I take your name sir?” the responder asks, her voice too slow for Kyle’s liking.
“Kyle Greer,” he rattles off impatiently.
“And your wife’s name?”
“Hannah. Hannah Greer. Please hurry.”
But the responder maintains her calm, professional, monotone voice. “And your address?”
“One one seven Raven Reach, Belfast,” Kyle spits out each word as though his quick-fire responses might hasten the arrival of a policeman.
“Okay Mister Greer,” the calm responder answers with a heavy sigh. “We’ve put that on record. But I’d suggest you phone us back tomorrow if there’s still no sign of her. She may well return this evening.”
Kyle’s eyes widen. “So nothing’s going to be done?”
“We usually wait at least twenty-four hours sir, in the case of an able-bodied adult. Of course, if it was a child or a vulnerable elderly then…”
“Fine,” Kyle cuts in. “I’ll phone back tomorrow. Thanks for your help,” he spits, with a large dose of sarcasm. He clicks the off button and heads towards the kitchen. With his cigarette dangling in the side of his mouth, he pours himself a large glass of Vodka and Coke. Noticing that his hands are shaking, probably with anger at how unhelpful the responder had been, he gulps back the drink greedily. He re-fills his glass for good measure, walks towards the back door and sits on the back doorstep, smoking the rest of his cigarette and knocking back the drink. The night air is quiet; too quiet. He sits and waits. And while he’s waiting, he can feel the warmth of the drink start to trickle down to his toes.

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#BlogTour #Booktamins @booktamins / #Excerpt : Power Divided (The Evolutionaries Book 1) – S. Behr @sbehr_author

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Today I’m on the ‘Power Divided’ blogtour, organised by Booktamins.
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cI love a good story, in all artforms. I have been a professional photographer for nearly 20 years and I had to learn to tell a story with a click of a button and capture the layers of emotion in a single image. Little did I know it was boot camp for writing.
Being an author was a childhood dream and as I got older it seemed to be a dream that grew further out of reach with each passing year. But with encouragement from a lot of friends, new and old, my husband being my biggest cheerleader, The Evolutionaries series has begun with Power Divided.
To keep me company during my writing bubbles are my husband and our fur babies. They love whatever I write, even if they can’t read it but they don’t always love the music I write to. We all have to make sacrifices! And I am still pinching myself ever since I found out, that, recently I became a Featured Author. Power Divided will be in the Feb 15th Issue of Kirkus Magazine.

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Title: Power Divided
Genres: Fantasy, Science Fiction, Young Adult
Publication date: 21st January 2020
Pages: 433

Power Divided coverA runaway princess with elemental powers stumbles upon a thousands-year-old archive of ancient tech that will forever change her utopian kingdom.
The citizens of Amera are blessed with a range of extraordinary powers ¬– from telepathy and healing to growing plants and breathing under water. As descendants of genetically modified humans desperate to survive an ice age, Amerans have built a peaceful, prosperous kingdom uniting nine realms, each with their own king and queen.
Violet is a princess of Neyr, the third of the nine realms of Amera, living in the transformed ruins of ancient New York City, high up in the reborn Chrysler building. Born into Neyr’s talented ruling family, she struggles to show evidence of any special power herself. Raised by one of the most powerful healers in Ameran history, Violet wants more than anything to pass her Criterion, a test all citizens must take to prove they are worthy and to find their place in society. But when her powers explode to catastrophic effect in front of her entire court, she runs from the unthinkable damage and misery she has caused.
In her desperate escape, Violet stumbles upon an incredible archive of ancient knowledge and awakens Hailey, an artificial intelligence relic who reveals hidden truths that could be the key to her return home.
But when the sanctuary of the Amera is threatened by humans, old enemies of Amera who live in violent colonies beyond Amera’s borders, Violet must master her burgeoning powers and find a way to protect her idyllic kingdom from the outside world.
A thrilling, action-packed blend of Young Adult fantasy and post-apocalyptic science fiction. Perfect for fans of the Lunar Chronicles and Shatter Me series.

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What had I done?
One single, horrifying moment, and that was it. Not in the dark of night or some far away meadow thick with fog from a storm, but here in the King’s Palace—the only place I’d ever called home.
Today was my Criterion, the test that all citizens of the Realms of Amera have to take to prove their worth, the first step to finding your place in our society. I thought I had been prepared; I was wrong. Everything was, even the way the sunlight filtered through the air and cast the illusion of a perfect day full of hope and celebration. A façade twisted into a cruel, frozen moment.
I imagined these tests a thousand ways. But not once did I ever dream, there would be a pool of blood creeping toward me. I didn’t think I was capable of something like this, but I was, and there was nothing I could do to take it back.
Amera is a land of people who do extraordinary things from living on the ocean floor to moving boulders with a single thought. But no one can turn back time.
In the space between confusion and chaos, a shudder flickered through the leaves surrounding us as if the trees themselves were disgusted by what they just witnessed.
“Henry!” my mother cried.
Blood dripped in a slow trickle from my father’s chest, pooling around him like a scarlet shadow. A spray of a dozen new branches had erupted from the ancient oak tree engulfing an even older Chrysler Tower. They impaled my father’s body pinning him helplessly to the floor from his right knee to his chest.
I didn’t know what shocked everyone more, the fact that their king lay dying or that his daughter was the cause.
My father, my hero, was soaked in blood, cradled in the arms of the most gifted healer of not only our realm but all nine realms of Amera. The woman he loved, the queen who is his other half.
My mother concentrated; her eyes shut tight as she pushed the boundaries of her abilities to slow the blood draining out of his body. It was slipping away faster than her energy could stitch the frayed tears in his muscle, bones, and flesh. His hunter green vest turned a sickly brown, and his skin ashy, but his violet eyes were still shockingly bright and staring at me, mirroring my horror.
“Please, Papa, don’t leave us,” I begged the wind, the trees, mother nature herself. At that moment, I would have given anything to trade places with him.
Guilt seized my body with a grip so tight my chest burned, as if my heart tried to beat for us both. An inhuman cry pierced the silence. When I gasped for air, I saw the look on my grandmother’s face and realized the sound had come from me. Until this moment, The cast of people who had been there from when my testing began: the council, my professors, my family, and the press corps who had been chosen to document the day were now joined by what seemed like the entire palace staff. They stood frozen in a collective gasp of shock, but those gasps now descended quickly into a dizzying melody of shrieks and sobs.
The balcony where we stood is shaped like a wing. It’s sixty feet wide and stretches twenty feet from the doors of the great hall outward into the sky hundreds of feet above the lower forest. But despite the open air, it felt choked and congested when everyone started to move.
It took a long moment for me to realize my grandfather had begun barking orders. “Ameli, inform Healer River to ready the healing room. Have them send a hover bed now! General Kocur, clear the room and sequester the others. Captain Rall, contact the High Council.”
My grandmother was on her knees, holding her son’s hand, while everyone else scrambled into action, moving across my field of vision with purpose. Everyone except for me. I just stood there. My grandfather had given everyone a task, but he didn’t spare me a single glance. His lack of acknowledgment confirmed my crime.
Fear, confusion, and despair each took their turn in my heart. Nothing made sense. How could I be capable of this?
Neyr Realm was created by people who shared a common ability to manipulate elements in the environment, specializing in plants. We call it Conjuring, and it feeds all of Amera. A gift that is life-giving and considered harmless. But this haphazard shoot of branches came out of a nightmare looking like dirty frozen lightning.
How could it have been created by me? I had never had this kind of power. But I saw it appear with my own eyes and felt it explode out my own skin. The energy that escaped me caused this; I knew that, although I didn’t understand how.
Looking at all the people around me, I saw pain, and even fury on their faces. How could someone so wonderful as their king be struck down for no reason at all? And I was the cause of all this desperation and grief. But how and why?
Every single one of my seventeen years of life my parents had loved me, sheltered me, worked to save me from myself, to keep the knowledge of my stunted gifts from shaming my family’s name. This shouldn’t be possible.
Ten generations in a row of my father’s family had produced a succession of kings and queens, and my mother came from one of the original founding families. Together they produced me, a Legacy Princess. Although they were rare, there had been other legacies throughout our history, and even now I was one of only three in the Amera. Like them, my birth had been celebrated not just in my realm, but in all of Amera. To some, I was supposed to grow up to be the greatest anyone had ever seen. But my parents had always shielded me from those pressures. Rumors about me became common, and they had always run the gamut. I had heard everything from special secret abilities to being as powerless as a first-generation human. My parents’ position had always been to say nothing. That Neyr Realm, then Amera would know when I was ready.
But I wasn’t, and now everyone would know.
There would be no hiding this—the first murder in centuries. The death of a king by his own daughter. I nearly choked on the bile in my throat as the weight of all of this hit me. Suddenly every fear and thought of self-doubt I ever had, paralyzed me.
Is there a word for what I have done?
What would happen to me? There were no prisons, no place for criminals in the here and now. Those existed only in ancient stories from the civilization that had covered the earth before the long dark of the last ice age. After the Warming and the Divide, they became nursery rhymes to keep young children from misbehaving. Where would they keep me? Would they exile me, or would the punishment be death?
If my mother could not save him, it would be my fault; I would be the reason that the world would be deprived of his greatness, not only because of his abilities but because of his genuine love of his people, his realm, and his family.
He can’t be dying. My fingers trembled, my mind rejecting the thought even as my father’s blood continued to inch toward me, and suddenly, I knew, there wasn’t a word foul enough for what I was.
“Please, Henry, stay with me,” my mother whispered, clutching my father’s wounds as his blood oozed through her fingers and stained her dress. My sorrow, which I thought could go no deeper, cut me nearly in half when I realized my father would never see his twins born. My siblings still waited inside my mother; I had stolen the future not only from my own father but theirs as well. This family would never be whole without him.
My legs became jelly underneath me, and only the determination in my mother’s eyes kept me standing.
Tears streaked my mother’s face, yet somehow, she still radiated hope. In a land full of remarkable abilities, hers were to heal. But there was more, unlike the gifts like telekinesis, or growing gardens with a thought, her greatest gift was a power you couldn’t see and required no special gene. Her grace and optimism was like the sun itself. The people loved her not for what she could do for them, but how she could inspire a realm.
How many times had I heard her say? “Any problem can be solved with hard work, collaboration, and time.” It was practically her motto. It had been my mantra.
My entire life, I had only wanted to make my parents proud, to be a triumph rather than a burden. But I knew that would never happen now because even with all these people working with everything they had to save him, we were running out of time.
“Violet,” I heard someone say not with my ears, but from inside my head. I recognized it instantly, but I couldn’t stomach the sound of my own name.
“No, please,” I thought back to the voice that no one knew about but me. After hearing it my entire life, it was as close a friend as anyone could have. The only problem was, it wasn’t real. At least that’s what every test I endured when I was three years old confirmed. Just as every pause in my parents’ looks ever since has made me wonder if they believed me when I said the voice was gone.
“A figment of my imagination, just a child’s imaginary friend,” was my perfected reply if it ever came up. When my parents stopped asking, so did I, and I just accepted it for what it was, another part of my flawed, imperfect, self. Just another lie in the mask of who I appeared to be. The only difference was no one knew he still spoke to me. Not my parents, not Ameli, not even my best friend, Lily.
“What–what’s wrong?” his voice stuttered as if my brain had just woken up to what I had done.
“Everything,” I thought miserably. I hadn’t felt myself move, but my back was against the wall as I slid into the shadows of the hall, away from the cries on the balcony. I could no longer see my parents through the circle of council members and healers who remained by my father’s side. They watched and waited as my mother worked on him. Some seemed stunned into statues while others were chopping at the branches still trying to make sense of what happened.
The madness in the great hall was disorienting. Doors were slamming, echoing off the carved wooden surfaces thirty feet in every direction. Everyone seemed to be talking, crying, and scrambling all at the same time. It felt like even the walls around me were crying for the fallen king.
Despair washed over me, followed by panic. What if it happens again?
“I can’t breathe,” I thought.
“Yes, you can,” the voice answered.
“This can’t be happening.”
Before I even knew what I was doing, my true colors revealed their ugly shades. I was no great future leader. I was not even a worthy daughter. I was a coward, and I did what cowards do best. I ran.

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#BlogTour #Booktamins @booktamins / #GuestPost : Behind Blue Eyes – Anna Mocikat @anna_mocikat

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Today I’m on the ‘Behind Blue Eyes’ blogtour, organised by Booktamins.
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Anna MocikatAnna Mocikat was born in Warsaw, Poland, but spent most of her life in Germany where she attended film school, worked as a screenwriter and a game writer for several years. Her “MUC” novels have been nominated for the most prestigious awards for Fantasy and Science-Fiction in Germany. In 2016 Anna moved to the USA where she continued her writing career. “Shadow City” was her debut in English in 2019. She lives in Greenville, South Carolina, and is a proud dog-mom of three rescues who assist her when she’s writing.

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Title: Behind Blue Eyes
Publication day: 20th May 2020
Genres: Science Fiction

front coverThey are the perfect hybrid between human and machine. They are the next step in the evolution of mankind. And when they come after you, nothing in the world will save you… Welcome to the year 2095. Society has overcome everything that made human life miserable. It has become a utopia — so perfect that it needs killer cyborgs to hunt down anyone who disagrees with it. Nephilim isn’t just any elite death squad member, she is the best. Genetically and cybernetically enhanced, she and others like her strike terror wherever they go. Knowing nothing besides this lifestyle, Nephilim believes that she’s part of a righteous cause. But everything changes for her after a hostile EMP attack. She suffers a severe system glitch. Disconnected from the grid, for the first time in her life, she begins doubting the system. Shortly after the attack, she meets Jake. He is a 100% biological human, and she falls in love with him. Jake helps her discover that everything she had believed in was a lie. But there is no walking away from the system. And soon, Nephilim finds herself hunted by members of her own death squad. In an era of deception, who can she trust? And in this brave new world, is there a place for love between a human and a cyborg? Behind Blue Eyes is a fast-paced, cinematic action story in a dystopian setting. It’s a modern-day version of 1984 – on steroids.

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My new book Behind Blue Eyes is a Cyberpunk Noir Thriller in the tradition of Phillip K. Dick and his classic, Blade Runner.
However, it’s also a completely different story with a new approach.
The main character is female, but no damsel in distress; her motives are ambiguous. Nephilim is a killer-cyborg, a cold-blooded enforcer for a totalitarian, dystopian system.
It was my intention to create a heroine, who is also a villain – at least at the beginning of the story.
Behind Blue Eyes is set in a future in which three mega-corporations have taken over the world. They are in constant war with each other, and their proxies in this never-ending battle are genetically and cybernetically enhanced super-soldiers – cyborgs.
The location for the story is a futuristic Atlanta, now called Olympias City I. I picked Atlanta purposely because it’s an uncommon location for a Sci-Fi/Cyberpunk story and because I know the city quite well. Living in South Carolina, I visit Atlanta frequently.
Olympias City I, a gigantic mega-city, has been built over former Atlanta, leaving only parts of the former metropolis standing, such as, for example, Downtown, which is now called Oldtown, because it’s so old-fashioned in the year 2095.
Locals will recognize many locations that I used and modified into a futuristic world, such as the subway system MARTA, the Underground Mall, and the famous Atlanta Aquarium.
Everybody else will hopefully have fun exploring a futuristic mega-city like none they have ever seen before!

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