Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Interview with Lisa Kessler

So, tell us a little bit about you. What makes you tick? 

Let’s see…  I’m a married Mom of two.  When I’m not writing, I’m often singing around San Diego.  Music definitely motivates me, so every book has a playlist to help me keep moving forward.

Lisa is giving away a copy of her book to one lucky winner. For a chance to win, please leave a comment with your email address in the following format" parayournormal(at)gmail(dot)com. We will announce the winner on Sunday.
How long have you been writing and who or what inspired you to write?
I started writing for fun in the 90’s and in 2000 I took the family to New Orleans.  During the trip, I visited a palm reader.  At the end of the reading as she was walking me out of the shop she stopped me at the door and said, “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.”  She asked, “Are you a writer?” I shook my head with a shrug. “Not really.  I do write every night, but it’s just for fun.”  She smiled and I swear her eyes twinkled.  “You’re going to be a famous writer someday.”
I left the shop in a daze, and 6 months later I had the first draft of Night Walker done and my first short stories published. It took a few rewrites to get the book anywhere near publishable, but she definitely planted the seed to seek publication. J
Now on to the important bit, your book. Can you tell us about it?
When I decided to write a novel, I wanted to write a vampire book, but I wanted them originated in the Americas instead of Europe.  I also wanted to tie in local San Diego history.  Finding an unsolved mystery about the attack on the Mission De Alcala in the 1700’s, Calisto’s story came alive.  The tagline on the book really nailed the heart of the story.  “He gave up his soul for a second chance to love her…”
What piece of advice would you give to a new writer?
Keep practicing your craft.  I find short fiction to be a great place to try new things and expand without the fear of “ruining” your novel.  The more you write the better you get… J
Are there any new authors you are interested in for us to watch out for and why should we watch out for them?
She’s not “new” but she hasn’t hit any lists just yet…  If you haven’t read Jeri Smith-Ready yet, you’re really missing out!  She has a fabulous WVMP Vampire series and a new YA Shade trilogy out that are both incredible.  She manages to keep the story dark, but her characters still have a clever wit.
Is this your first book?
Yes.
Do you have plans for more? 
Yes, I’m currently editing Night Demon which is the second book in the Night Series.  There will be three books and a novella.
Which comes first the character or the plot?
For me it’s the character.  The plots usually come as I’m writing.  For the Night Series, the plot for book 2 came alive when I met the character in Night Walker.
Describe your main characters in a single word.
Oh that’s hard! LOL  Calisto – Sensual and Kate – Haunted.
Okay, now you can tell us more about them?  
Calisto has waited over 200 years to find his lost love.  By the opening of the book he’s lost hope and bitterness has taken root.  Kate has come back home to San Diego after a painful break up with her fiancĂ©. Ever since childhood she’s been tormented by the same nightmare of a woman being chased by a man on horseback.  When she meets Calisto she can’t explain the connection she feels to him, and for the first time, her dreams start to change.
What do you think about book trailers? I like book trailers! 
I think it’s important to keep them from being too long though.  We live in an ADD society.  I don’t think most people will give a book trailer more than 2 minutes.
What is your favourite scene?
One of my favorite scenes is the moment Calisto and Kate cross paths for the first time.  He remembers her instantly even though he hasn’t seen her face in over 200 years, but she has no memory of him so he’s forced to keep his distance… J
Can we read it?
Kate watched them wander off before kneeling closer to the cross. Unable to stop herself, she traced her finger along the T in the center.
Behind her, someone cleared his throat. Kate jerked her hand away and shot to her feet. When she turned around she found a tall, dark-haired man staring at her.
Her cheeks flushed with heat. She hoped he hadn’t witnessed her touching the relic. She waited for some kind of admonishment, but he didn’t say anything.
Not with words.
Something in his dark eyes captured her. His gaze wandered over her face like a tender caress, and strangely, instead of screaming for Lori and Edie, she caught herself imagining his touch on her skin.
“I hope I did not frighten you,” he said.
His deep voice resonated through the empty courtyard, and the intimate tone weakened her knees. The hint of a Spanish accent didn’t hurt, either. Nervous laughter escaped her before she could contain it.
Her face warmed all over again. “Just a little startled. I didn’t see anyone else out here.”
He stepped closer without encroaching on her personal space, his eyes locked with hers from beneath thick lashes. “Forgive me.”
She swallowed hard and prayed she wasn’t blushing. “No problem.” She looked away before she embarrassed herself even further, focusing on the cross. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
Si.” He nodded slowly. “Yes, it is.” His barely there smile made her think he wasn’t referring to the flowers or the cross. “I am Calisto. Calisto Terana.”
Expectation hung as heavy as the scent of eucalyptus, as if he waited to hear something more than just her name.
“I’m Kate.” Instead of offering to shake his hand, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“The honor is mine, Kate... ” His accent colored the vowel in her name. It had never sounded more beautiful. She reminded herself to breathe.
When he hesitated for a moment waiting for her to speak, she realized she hadn’t shared her last name as he had. She flipped through a rapid pro and con mental checklist, and decided it couldn’t hurt. Maybe they would meet again.
 “Bradley,” she said.
 A sexy smile curved at the corners of his lips. “I hope this will not be our last meeting.”
She glanced around the shadowed courtyard, feeling vulnerable, and almost gave in to her first instinct—to run. But she remembered her promise to herself. Be strong. Take action. She lifted her chin and said, “I guess you never know.”
With a smile that said he had every intention of seeing her again, he tipped his head. “Buenos noches, Kate Bradley.”
Her heart raced and her palms sweated when she realized he meant to leave. No man made her palms sweat. Ever.
His gaze held hers for a moment, full of unspoken promises she didn’t understand. Without another word, he walked away. 
Where can readers connect with you?
          http://Lisa-Kessler.com
            http://facebook.com/NightSeries
           http://goodreads.com/LisaKessler

Where can readers purchase your book?

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Winner Announcement

And the winner for a copy of Blood & Spirits by Dennis Sharp is.....

Amanda!

Congratulations! Check back tomorrow for our interview with Denise Grover Swank.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

A Guest Post by William J. Barry

This week's guest post is an excerpt from author William J. Barry's novel, Sabastian and the Afterlife.

Somewhere in a spirit world that existed between mortal life and the afterlife, a curious young student had lost her way. She took a deep shaking breath. Tori stood in a dark forest at the foot of the ominous mountain chain that resided at the far eastern edge of the spirit realm. Her teachers and peers had warned her numerous times that the area was infested with soul pirates, the evil harvesters of the innocents’ spirit energy.
                She did not know how she had gotten there; perhaps there was something wrong with the compass she was using. All she knew was that she had to get back to her school as soon as possible.
She held the compass out in her hand. A quiet noise like that of a snapping twig pierced the silence. Tori glanced around but saw nothing.
                That instant the compass was whipped from her fingers and flew into some nearby bushes. Tori jumped back, startled. The frantic student looked around while shaking her stinging hand.
                Sally, an all too infamous pirate spirit, made a casual entrance out of the shadows. She wielded a glowing energy whip flowing from her hand.
                “My, my, little girl, it looks as if you’re lost,” Sally spoke in devious tone.
                Another pirate spirit emerged, floating out from behind a nearby crooked tree. Then, on the other side of Sally, another pirate appeared.
                Tori darted up, flying into the air in the opposite direction to make her escape. But Sally swung her whip, and it wrapped around Tori’s right ankle. Sally gave a violent jerk to the whip, yanked Tori out of the sky, and slammed her down onto the ground. She lay there, stunned and shook her head.
                “Where do you think you’re going?” Sally questioned the terrified student. “You’re coming with us, sweetie.” She laughed.
                The weakened Tori stood up. One of Sally’s accompanying cohorts smiled as he produced a set of spirit shackles. He walked toward Tori, and the young student regretted this venture out on her own.
                Out of nowhere, a large barn owl swooped in, flying between Tori and the approaching pirates. There was a flash and blur, and the owl took the form of Alexander, a good and loyal agent of the Grim Reaper.
                Alexander threw forth his hand, and a glowing charge of spirit energy shot out across the air and hit the shackle-wielding pirate in the face. He was thrown head-over-heels, spinning backward through the air until he crashed into a nearby tree. He dropped to the ground, unconscious.
                The other accompanying pirate rushed Alexander. The agent pulled back his arm as he drifted up off the ground. He struck the charging pirate in the middle of his chest with a forceful open-palm hit. The attacker flew back, the heels of his boots dragged across the ground as he flew into some nearby brush, toppling into it.
                He turned to Tori.
                “Get back to the school!” he ordered.


William j. Barry was born in Newton, New Jersey.  He moved to Florida and then to Georgia at a young age.  Ever since grade school, William has enjoyed penning his original short stories.  William grew up in the Augusta Georgia area, and then moved to Athens, Georgia.  He obtained a bachelor’s degree in Psychology from The University of Georgia.  After college, William returned his focus to writing (both screenwriting and to his first novel).  His hobbies include acting and writing/recording original music.  'Sebastian and the Afterlife' is his first novel, and what he plans to be the first in a series of books.  William is married and currently lives on the outskirts of Athens Georgia.

Here are links where you can find William and his books:

The Official Website, Facebook Page, Twitter Page, Goodreads Page, Publishing House Page, Amazon Author Page, Barnes & Noble Page

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Interview with Dennis Sharpe

So, tell us a little bit about you. What makes you tick?



Kinda broad, as questions go...  I'll give it a shot.



Let's See...  I'm a dog person, and allergic to cats.  I am also allergic to asprin and Cucumbers. How wierd is that, right?



I value honesty more than I believe most do these days. I am highly creative and I believe I have finally found a way to properly put my vivid imagination to use.



I am a full time father (my kids are my world) and a full time student. I like to keep busy. Idle hands being what they are, and all.



I have an addiction to coffee. I love to travel, and have been all over the U.S., who knows maybe I'll get to try new countries soon.



I am a movie and music buff. My amount of raw trivial knowledge of both are near epic. I worked managing a music and movie retail store for about 3 years, about a decade ago, and that only added fuel to the fire.



I read a lot. Like...a LOT! It's entertainment, hobby, pastime, and so much more.



I love to play cards, and games with my family and friends.



I tend to be kinda the counselor of my friends. I get the emotional calls at odd hours, because I will listen.



Did I mention that I can be long winded? ;)



How long have you been writing and who or what inspired you to write?



My mother has little stapled together "books" I wrote and illustrated before I started formal schooling. So at least since I was old enough to talk.



I don't know where the original inspiration came from, I've always just been a storyteller.



I've been inspired by many others since then. Teachers, Authors, Musicians, painters, film makers...

  

Now on to the important bit, your book. Can you tell us about it?



The book is "Blood & Spirits". It's a dark urban tale of vampires, ghosts, and zombies in the midwestern United States.



The story centers around Veronica, a Vampire madam, and how her well ordered life gets turned upside down when she "adopts" Rachel, an eight year old ghost.

  

From the back cover of the book:



"Small-town life can be hard for a dead girl…



For Veronica Fischer the night to night life of a bloodsucking madam in Middle America is tough enough before she adopts Rachel Gregory, an eight year old ghost.



After her house is set on fire, and Rachel disappears, all signs point to foul play. When she finds herself with a hit out on her unlife, and warrants for her arrest, it becomes clear she’s going to need help.



Now she has to contend with horny zombies, violent spirits, and murderous grave robbers if she’s ever going to find Rachel and discover the awful truth of the coming storm.



A raucous ride through the dangerous lives of the lecherous undead."



How do you come up with the Title and Cover Designs for your book/books?



I honestly don't remember where the title came from originally. I know it had several different working titles before the one it ended up with. It's also book one of a trilogy, and that was somewhat by accident as well. Originally I was only writing one book, but the story just got too big. I ended up breaking the three acts of the story into thier own books.



The cover design came from the feelings I had for each book. "Blood & Sprirts", which is book one, has a mostly white cover...  While "Distant Thunder", which will be book two, has a mostly gray cover...  And "Driving Rain", which will be book three, has a mostly black cover.



The character on the cover of "Blood & Spirits" is Lucy...  a kind of best friend, and mentor to Veronica. She also happens to be a ghost.



Is this your first book?



Yes and No. This is my first book of fiction. I had previously published three books of spoken word and performance poetry. "The Years Distilled", "(un)SPOKEN", and "Fresh".



Do you have plans for more?



There are 20 books written or outlined for the Veronica/Lucy/Frank world. I also have several that are set in other worlds, and other realities, as well. So, yes. Many more to come.



 Which comes first the character or the plot?



Well, I guess it's the plot. But that's a bit misleading. I usually have an overall idea for a story I'd like to tell, and then I meet the characters.



The characters tell me their life stories and their deepest darkest secrets, and then I tell them what I want out of them for a story, and then we argue it out. Sometimes they do what I ask them to, other times they just do what they want and I have to scamble to keep up.



Describe your main characters in a single word.



All of them? Chaotic? <laugh>



I can give one word for each of them, but it's only a word that applies at this 'stage' of the story.



Veronica - Scattered



Frank - Loyal



Lucy - Protective



Rachel - Lost



Garrett - Mysterious



Paco - Perverse



Jules - Wise



Okay, now you can tell us more about them?



Veronica is no nonsense. She has a style and humor that are really all her own. Sometimes I don't even know where she's coming from... but she's strong and independant, with a heart a little too big for her own good.



Frank is her best friend, and employee. He's simply amazing to get to write for. He's at home in the seedy underworld, and in high society, and Veronica requires the seedy work, and pays for his expensive taste.



Lucy is Veronica's mentor, and best friend. She gets much more "face time" in her own trilogy of books that will be released shortly as well.



Rachel is an eight year old ghost. She died at an early age, and now will never get to grow up. She's chosen Veronica to be her mother figure... and Veronica will never grow old. So they will be an endless mother and child. It's an odd relationship, but they really help anchor each other emotionally, in ways neither of them fully realize. 

  

 What do you think about book trailers?



I think they are an interesting medium. Being a film school drop out, and an indie film writer and director on the side, I think there's a lot there to explore...  but personally, when I write for print...  it's for print, and when I write for a screen...  it's for a screen. I think it might be difficlt to do both on one project for me. I still haven't explored it.



What is your favourite scene?



Good grief. Do authors really have just one?



I have several that I love for various reasons. Veronica in the Alley with Buck... Interrogation of the grave robber...  Veronica in the police station... Rachel's introduction...  Sunny's introduction... Frank and the fire at house...



I guess if I had to pick one scene to simply stand alone from this book I'd choose, at least right now I would, Veronica's fight with "unquiet spirits" in the funeral home.

  

Where can readers connect with you?









Twitter: @WitlessLackey















Where can readers purchase your book?



























Can we read it?



Inching into the room, it’s clear something is wrong here. There’s a tingling sensation up my legs and back before I can even really focus on the parlor’s details. There are silhouettes of people, but I can see through them. It’s like shadows were cast and left behind to do as they please. Lost in the surreal sight of them for a moment, I inch further into the room without noticing that some were now moving behind me.



There is no warning. I’m suddenly in the air, and moving backward rapidly toward the wall. It’s almost a full second before my body registers the actual pain of the blow my stomach just took.  Being hit by a car doesn’t even compare to this, and I didn’t even see it coming.



“For a shadow, you hit like a sledgehammer!” The words barely escape before something else slams into the base of my skull imbedding most of my upper body in the wall and all but removing my head. These things are like Lucy; the disembodied dead who haven’t moved on. I’ve never met others that can actually touch things physically, they must be fairly potent.



I pull my face out of the hole it had been planted in, letting plaster dust fall, coating my chest and legs like snow. Looking around quickly I try to gauge my surroundings. I can’t see them, but I know they’re there. Is one easy night, without a huge dry-cleaning bill, too much to ask for these days?



I only have time to dwell on it a moment before my head is bouncing off the hardwood floor; once, twice, and then a third time in quick succession. Now ‘pick splinters out of my forehead’ can be added to my Saturday night to-do list.  Damn it, this is not going as planned.


A  big thank you to Dennis for this week's interview.  Please leave a comment with your email for a chance to win.