Month: September 2014

Behind the Scenes (part 2)

Behind the Scenes (part 2)

Following up on part one, here’s a look at books 5-8 of the Dream Series and how they came to be…

WAKING DREAM basically began with the same plot idea that I had originally intended to use for DREAM FAMILY: Sara meets up with someone else (outside her family) who can step into dreams just as she can, but who’s using the power for evil, instead of good.  I had the idea, and I had two scenes that I knew would happen during the book: Sara’s father would have a heart attack; and Sara would confront the “evil dreamer” in a dream and get into a shootout with her.  I didn’t know what Sara’s nemesis would be trying to accomplish until I was at least a third of the way into the book.  I did know from the beginning that it would be connected somehow to Brian and his job, and that led, eventually, to the actual plot from the final book.

DREAM REUNION started with the title.  WAKING DREAM took place in the winter of 2000-2001, and the fall of 2001 would be when Sara’s ten-year college reunion would occur.  That seemed like a natural setting to continue the series.  And the ending of WAKING DREAM suggested the challenge Sara would face in this book.  At the end of book five, Sara kills her nemesis in a dream (which results in her dying in real life, too).  Between that, and the damage wreaked by the evil dreamer over the course of the book, Sara decides that she can never use her gift to try and affect someone else’s mind.  She can’t change their dreams or influence them from inside their mind, because the consequences – even with the best intentions – can be deadly.

So: her dilemma in this book would be that she would visit the dreams of an old college friend who’s gotten himself in trouble.  And she would be faced with the temptation of using her gift to help him, or at least to dissuade him from a disastrous course of action.

Along the way, a subplot emerged – Sara’s old friend from medical school, Janet Black,and her own romantic dilemma, which Sara is brought into.  And some backstory is explored – we get flashbacks to Sara’s college days, and we see her first meeting with Beth, among other things.

Book seven, DREAM HOME, emerged from a couple of ideas.  First was the thought of moving Sara and family to a small town that could carry the series forward and provide a new cast of characters we’d get to know.  Second was the thought from high school English class that there are only three basic plots: man vs. man, man vs. nature and man vs. himself.  Sara vs. man, and Sara vs. herself were both well covered over the first sis books, so that left Sara vs. nature, and the main story of the book – a deadly winter storm that threatens the entire town, and which Sara is warned about in dreams – was born.

Finally, the forthcoming DREAM VACATION, as with DREAM REUNION, began with the title.  Obviously Sara and her family would go somewhere – abroad, as it turns out – on vacation, and trouble would ensue.  I don’t want to spoil anything, so I’ll just give you the back-cover description here…

Thanks to her unique ability to step into other people’s dreams, Dr. Sara Alderson has solved murders, unraveled conspiracies and saved lives. But when a crisis hits close to home, even her supernatural gift might not be enough to avert disaster.

On a family vacation to Paris, Sara’s fifteen-year-old daughter Grace disappears without a trace. The only way to find her is through Sara’s dreams. But her gift has taken an unwanted vacation, and without it, Sara has no idea how to rescue Grace. In a foreign city, with no clues, and her dreaming talent failing her for the first time, Sara must figure out another way to find Grace before it’s too late.

Dream Vacation is the eighth book of the Dream Series

And there you have it!

 

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Behind the Scenes (part 1)

Behind the Scenes (part 1)

I thought y’all might be interested in a quick peek behind the scenes at how the Dream Series books came to be…

The first book in the series, DREAM STUDENT, first came to life 15 years or so ago.  The genesis of the idea was a question:

Why do people in stories (TV, movies, books) become “amateur detectives?”  Most sane people, if they discover evidence of a crime, especially something as awful as a murder, would go straight to the police.  But people in stories almost never do.

My answer was: because the evidence was only in their heads.  If you were seeing the crimes in the perpetrator’s memories – or dreams – what could you do with that information?  What could you tell the police?  you would need some concrete proof, which means you’d have to find it yourself.  You’d be…an amateur detective.

Sara, and Brian, came to life right along with the idea, and, really, neither of them changed very much from the initial idea to the final book.  Beth didn’t really change, either, except that as the book went from being written in third person to being told entirely from Sara’s first person POV, we didn’t get to see anything from her point of view in the final book.

Some details changed (especially the ending, and the way that Sara and company figure out how to find the killer), but basically the story is more or less as it was fifteen years ago.

DREAM DOCTOR came from a couple of different ideas.  First was simply following up on the ending of DREAM STUDENT.  We knew that Sara was going to marry Brian, and that she was going to go to medical school.  Following her and seeing how she handled those two things was obvious.  The second idea was to turn around the plot of the first book.  In DREAM STUDENT, Sara had to track down one man who had killed several people.  DREAM DOCTOR reverses that: she has to figure out who out of several suspects is trying to kill one very dislikeable individual.  I will admit that I didn’t decide for sure who the would-be murderer was until partway through the book, which meant going back to make a few changes to support the ending.

DREAM CHILD again springs from the ending of the previous book.  We learn in DREAM DOCTOR that Sara’s going to have a baby, and the logical progression was again obvious: what if Sara’s child shared her talent?  What would it be like to have to solve a mystery seen only through dreams – but, worse, through adult dreams as witnessed by a four-year-old who has no frame of reference at all for what she’s seeing?

I didn’t work out the mechanics of the plot right away; I didn’t know exactly who was blackmailing the Congressman, or why, until the book was nearly halfway finished, but the basic idea never really changed.

That’s not true of book four, DREAM FAMILY.  The original idea for the story was that Sara would encounter her nemesis – someone else outside her family who could do what she did, but who was using that gift for selfish and harmful purposes.  But I never got there.  I wrote the prologue, and then I got the idea that somewhere in the story, Sara would find herself spending a night in jail.  I envisioned it as a minor obstacle, and something that might even be a relatively lighthearted moment.  But the moment I began to write that scene (I sometimes jump ahead and write later scenes if I have a strong idea of what they’re going to be), it changed.  The night in jail – I began with the moment of Sara’s arrest – became a nightmare for Sara, worse than anything she’d ever experienced.  And I knew, that was the story: Sara going through an experience that totally breaks her, and how (or if) she recovers from it and puts herself back together.

So there’s how the first four books came to be.  In the next installment, I’ll discuss the rest of the Dream Series…

 

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Sneak Peek – Another Glimpse of “Dream Vacation”

Sneak Peek – Another Glimpse of “Dream Vacation”

It’s Sneak Peek Sunday – you can CLICK RIGHT HERE to get a look at upcoming work from a whole bunch of other fantastic authors.  And you can read on, to get a look at what’s coming next month – book eight of the Dream Series, DREAM VACATION!

Someone’s poking me, and there’s – what is that noise?  It’s grinding and groaning and it’s much too loud.

Landing gear.  And the poking is Ben.  And Lizzie.  We must be coming into Paris right now.  I – I guess I slept the whole flight.  I open my eyes, very slowly, and look over from my son to my daughter.  They’re both staring at me with concern.

“Mom, what did you mean, ‘Thank God it’s not Grace?’”

What?  I don’t understand.  I didn’t say – of course I did.  While I was sleeping, or just waking up.  I was dreaming, and I was – it all comes back.  The girl and her brother, visiting Jim Morrison’s grave and looking to buy drugs.  It was the girl, she was dreaming about buying drugs, and I saw it.  Of course I was glad it wasn’t Grace – that makes perfect sense.

“I was dreaming,” I whisper to Lizzie, and she gets it immediately.

“What was it?  What did you see?  And who?”

Who?  I never saw the girl before, or the brother, if that’s what he was.  Except, obviously I have seen her somewhere or else I wouldn’t be able to go into her dream.

She’s not from our town – her shirt said Yorktown High School.  I guess she could have been a patient at the hospital anyway, at some point.  But then why would she be dreaming about visiting a cemetery in Paris?

I laugh; it’s the only response to how slow I am.  She’s on this plane.  She has to be.  I must have seen her at the gate, back at Dulles airport, or walking past her row when we boarded the plane.

“I’ll tell you all about it later.  But look for a girl, blonde, long straight hair, a little older than Grace.”  Lizzie obediently does as I ask, and so does Ben, but none of us spot the girl.  And since we’re landing, we can’t get out of our seats.  We won’t be able to get up until we’re at the gate and ready to disembark.

Unfortunately, even then none of us have any luck.  By the time we’re able to start making our way up the aisle and out to the jetway, the girl is long gone.  She and her family must have been in the first few rows; they could be anywhere by now.

I saw her dream for a reason – I always do.  But I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, in a foreign city with millions of people, while I’ve got my own family to worry about.  I can’t do everything, can I?

And here’s a SECOND sneak peek – this is a sample from the audiobook of WAKING DREAM, which is available now!

 

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Book Tour! Katja Rusanen and “If I Love Me”

Book Tour! Katja Rusanen and “If I Love Me”

Author Katja Rusanen is launching her latest book, “If I Love Me”, on Tuesday, and I’m happy to be hosting a stop on her pre-launch tour.

First, a little about the author…

Katja Rusanen is a Finnish writer who has been living in Barcelona since 2004. Her debut novel “And You Must Love Me” was published in 2011, and its stand-alone sequel “But He Loves Me” came out in 2013. They are part of a transformational trilogy where she projected her own experiences and feelings onto writing. The final part of the trilogy ”If I Love Me is coming out on Tuesday, September 16th, 2014. 
Katja is a Spiritual Life Coach and writes a blog about how you can turn your wounds into wisdom and be the star of your life. She also coaches writers to maintain their motivation and to make their dream of completing their own book come true!
 Katja is also involved in charity work, she has a soft spot in her heart for the Amani Children’s Home which has her ongoing support.

If you would like to find out more about Katja, check out her website;
http://author.katjarusanen.com/

And here’s the book!
IF I LOVE ME
 
Cuban cigars, Dom Pérignon and designer handbags. Renate has found a fast track to success, but the job might not be as legitimate as it sounds. When she runs across her old party friend Madeleine, the re-encounter stirs memories that she had buried deep in her mind. Renate realizes that she can’t escape the consequences of her actions forever; it’s time to start making amends. 
In desperation she reaches out to Madeleine who surprises her in many ways, not least by introducing her to a mystical old man who claims he can decipher her soul’s plan. Renate starts a journey into the unknown, although at first her family doesn’t agree with her drastic plans, especially when Renate’s big sister reveals a secret. ”If I Love Me” is a question that keeps confronting Renate as she starts to make some life-changing choices, and discovers the power of forgiveness and love.
The book will be out on Tuesday, and you can pre-order it right now!
I’ve also got a great interview with Katja…

Tell us about a favorite character from a book.
I adore Mama Karima. She is an amazing woman, who is like a fountain of wisdom. She has also a lot of character…

What book are you reading now?

I’m reading “Gyulu – The True Nature of Phenomena” by Tulku Lobsang.

What do you think makes a good story?
I like stories with many layers and a meaningful message.

Plotter or Pantser? Why?

I’m a mixture of those. I have a rough outline and then I sit down at the computer waiting to be surprised…

If you could apologize to someone in your past, who would it be?
Past might be past but it’s never too late to apologize as I think it’s possible to apologize to spirits too. I’m sincerely sorry for all the hurt I might have caused in the past, I hope I have learnt my lessons and can live in more harmonious way from now on. If I need to choose someone, I think I would choose myself as I caused myself a lot of suffering by holding on to the past and sabotaging my life. Luckily I found a way out of the darkness and now I light the way the path to others through my spiritual life coaching as I now know the way.

What would you consider to be the best book you have ever read?

If I need to select one, I’d say “The Secret” by Rhonda Byrne. This book introduced me to the Law of Attraction, and so many good things have happened to me after reading that.

Has someone been instrumental in inspiring you as a writer?
My dear editor Francesca Hector! She has believed in me from the first meeting when my first novel seemed to be only a distant dream. She has helped me to grow as a writer through her constructive feedback and encouragement. It’s amazing to have such a diamond in my team.

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Book Launch – J. Hughey and “Eruption”

Book Launch – J. Hughey and “Eruption”

I’m happy to be hosting a stop in the book launch tour for Jill Hughey’s new novel, “Eruption”

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J. Hughey knows what a girl wants. Independence. One or two no-matter-what-happens friends. A smokin’ hot romance. A basic understanding of geological concepts. Huh? Okay, maybe not every girl is into geology, but J. Hughey is, and in the Yellowblown™ series she combines her passion for a timeless love story with her interest in geeky stuff to help Violet Perch get a life, despite an ongoing global catastrophe.

J. Hughey also writes historical romance as Jill Hughey.

 

Follow her online:

Website:  www.jillhughey.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/jillhugheyromance

Twitter: www.twitter.com/jillhughey

 

And here’s the book!

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J. Hughey chose the release date of her new New Adult contemporary romance to correspond with the date of the eruption of the Yellowstone volcano in her story, an event that will turn her lead character’s world on its head as the series progresses. The first book, Eruption, gives a glimpse of Violet Perch’s college life and the unavoidable changes she endures when things get seriously messed up for the North American continent. If you didn’t know North America is a continent, you’ll learn a few more geeky facts while enjoying Violet’s story. Plus, keep reading to get a chance to win some swag!

 

Here’s the blurb for Eruption, which will be on sale for 99 cents for a short time:

I’m in the middle of the perfect college semester, hundreds of miles from Mom, with an awesome roomie and my freshman crush finally becoming a sophomore reality—Hotness! I’m figuring out calculus, I’ve got both hands on the handlebars and the wind of freedom in my hair. What on earth could slow my roll?

How about if the Yellowstone volcano erupts for the first time in 630,000 years, spewing a continuous load of ash (crap) all over North America? Think that’ll put a kink in my bicycle chain?

Make that kinks, plural, because here’s a scientific fact I’ll bet you didn’t know. Nothing ruins the perfect semester like a super caldera. Now that I’ve made you smarter today, maybe you can tell me how to keep my life cruising in the right direction—no to Mom, yes to roomie, double yes to Hotness!—during a global disaster?

My lame name is Violet and, in the interest of full disclosure, I’m not hanging from the side of a cinder cone on the last page of this trauma, but there’s definitely more to come. Unless, of course, humans become extinct and then there’s not. Duh.

Eruption is on sale for 99 cents. It’ll jump up to $2.99 soon so grab your copy now! http://www.amazon.com/Eruption-YellowblownTM-Book-J-Hughey-ebook/dp/B00MRHAIRO

Enjoy an excerpt from the day the eruption starts:

“You’re starting to freak me out,” I said. Boone looked like he was going to tell me someone had died, but he didn’t know anyone in my family, and surely the Dean of Students would not give him the responsibility of passing on bad news after three weeks of talking.

“Sorry,” he said. “I can’t decide if I’m freaked out or not.” He took a deep breath. “Yellowstone is erupting.”

I stared at him, not a flicker of comprehension illuminating my dim-bulb mind. Nothing. “Yellowstone? The place with the, umm, geysers?” Obviously I’d heard of Yellowstone, never been there, not sure I could place it on a map in the murky part of the U.S. between where I lived and Hollywood.

“Yeah. Yellowstone sits over a hotspot that’s been around for millions of years.”

“Instead of steaming it’s now erupting? As in lava erupting?” We’d covered igneous rocks in a very general way already so I knew hot liquefied rock below the ground was called magma and, when it erupted, became lava.

“Dr. Potter says nobody knows what it’s doing. It blew this morning. I mean explosively blew. All the local sensors went offline. Satellite pictures show a big brown cloud of dust. Like two hundred miles across.”

Boone’s voice shook a fraction. I put my hand on his forearm. He sat back so he could hold it in his.

I asked, “Do you have friends out there, or family?”

“Not close. Dr. Potter knows I’m from Nebraska. He asked me where—made me point to it on a map. He said my family might want to stockpile supplies, or better yet, leave.” He paused, prompting me to scoot to the edge of my seat. “My house is nine hundred miles away from Yellowstone, Violet.”

“Are you serious?”

“He says if it does anything close to what it’s done in the past, thirty percent of the U.S. is pretty well screwed.”

I rifled through my bag to find my tablet. “Show me,” I said. “I need to see a map or something.”

“C’mon,” he said. He took me to Dr. Potter’s office. The professor ignored us. He jabbed his finger at his cell phone to enter a text message. The screen of his laptop glowed with a cascade of open program windows, and his iPad bonged with an incoming email tone. His finger did not pause when Boone led me to an ancient roller-shade map of the US.

“Yellowstone is here. Dr. Potter drew this red circle this morning.”

That’s not coming off any time soon, I thought as I studied the thick line of scarlet Sharpie.

“The last eruption basically obliterated everything within this oval.”

“When?”

“Six hundred thirty thousand years ago,” Dr. Potter muttered. His trendy rectangular glasses sat askew on his nose. He swept his hand toward his laptop’s screen in a disgusted now-look-what-you’ve done gesture. I circled around his desk to see images more current than the one offered by the cartographic fossil on the wall.

A dark mess of chocolate pudding plopped in the midst of the whipped topping clouds of a satellite loop. The mass burgeoned over the northwestern U.S., dry pudding mix edges caught and swept east by the prevailing winds.

Anyone with a grandpa who blares Weather Watcher on the TV all day knows weather moves east.

Apparently, crap shot into the air by Yellowstone moves east, too.

 

 

Finally, if you want a chance to win some Eruption swag—your choice of a necklace, bracelet or bookmark with cover and series charms, sign up for J. Hughey’s newsletter before September 27. http://www.jillhughey.com/contact

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Indie Author Spotlight – Rachel Brune and “Cold Run”

Indie Author Spotlight – Rachel Brune and “Cold Run”

I’m thrilled to introduce another new face to you this morning.  She’s Rachel Brune…

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Rachel A. Brune graduated from the NYU Tisch School of the Arts in May 2000, and was immediately plunged into the low-stakes world of entry-level executive assistant-ship. Her unexpected journey out of that world and into the military is chronicled in her self-published book Echoes and Premonitions. After five years as a combat journalist, including two tours in Iraq, and a brief stint as a columnist for her hometown newspaper, she attended graduate school at the University at Albany in NY, where she earned her MA in Political Communication, and her commission as a second lieutenant in the military police corps. Although her day job has taken in her in many strange, often twisted directions, Rachel continues to write and publish short fiction. She released her first novel, Soft Target, in early 2013. She blogs her thoughts about reading and the writing life at http://www.infamous-scribbler.com.

Connect with Rachel: [Blog][Twitter][Facebook][Goodreads]

Blog: http://infamous-scribbler.com/blog/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/rachelabrune

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rachel-A-Brune-Author/212995402108944

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5414042.Rachel_A_Brune

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Rachel-A.-Brune/e/B00CLO4DSS

 

And here’s her book, “Cold Run”

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It is amazing how quickly a phone call can interrupt your life, even when you’re a werewolf. Rick Keller hangs up from the unwanted call, but the shadowy organization he once belonged to doesn’t take such an answer lightly. Waking up collared and caged by MONIKER is a quick way to learn retirement isn’t always permanent. Death will be if he doesn’t accept their assignment.

Keller and his new team follow a group of human traffickers on a thin trail across the globe. Their only hope is in a man who hasn’t had much practice being a werewolf in a really long time, a sadistic agent who loves making dog jokes, and a beautiful operative who is better with guns than relationships.

If being forced back into service wasn’t bad enough, he quickly discovers they have many new experiments to try out on their pet wolf. Even worse, MONIKER now isn’t the only one who knows his secret.

Hopefully an old dog can learn some new tricks, especially if he wants to stay alive.

 

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MBXVRB0

And all other Amazon stores.

Prime members read for free!

Goodreads– book link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22736873-cold-run

 

Rachel’s provided us with a great excerpt from the book…

“Keller.”

The man behind the weapon was a ghost, a black tactical suit concealing his form, expensive scope mounted on some sort of rifle. I howled again and lurched at him, brought down short by another surge of the change. I struggled to remain upright but found myself on my knees.

Another man appeared to the side, shining a bright, piercing strobe light at my eyes, disorienting me as I tried to turn to face the new threat, my traitorous body rendering my reactions unreliable.

I scrambled to get my feet under me, but the final throes of the change robbed the ground from me. I flailed my paws against the last remnants of my work clothes, now torn and scattered on the ground.

I heard the explosion of gases from the chamber of the first man’s rifle a split second after the bullet pierced my side. I yelped and fell sideways, trying to relieve the pressure. I rolled to all fours and lunged toward the man, intent on relieving the pain by ripping the screams from his throat.

He shot again and again as I reached him, bowling him over and aiming for the soft pieces exposed to my grip.

Instead of soft viscera beneath my teeth, the next sensation I felt came as intense pain, which slowed and disjointed my movements. I raised my head, snapping and gnarling in vain against the folds of the net suddenly enveloping me. Ignoring the second man–stupid mistake. From the burning the lines of the net raised against my hide, I could tell the wires were laced with silver filaments.

The man with the rifle scrambled away from me. I let him go, rolling on the ground, trying to escape the clutching net.

“He’s a big one.” The second man spoke the words, looking down on me from an impossible height as the pain began to outweigh the panic. I could feel the silver working against my struggling.

“He always was.” The first man hocked and spat. It smelled of Copenhagen. “It’s going to be a bitch dragging him down to the truck.”

The words made no sense. I listened, but could not understand.

“If we let you up, do you promise to be a good doggie?” The man with the rifle prodded the barrel into my side.

I growled, but it was mostly wishful thinking, the energy from the night and the change suddenly sapped by the ensilvered net. I lay on my side and simply lolled.

“Good boy.” The man kept his rifle trained at me as his partner knelt down and fiddled with the edge of the net. Grasping a loop from the edge, he pulled. The line must have been attached in some ingenious way so when he pulled on it, it contracted the net into a small, compact circle around my neck.

“Come on.” The second man jerked at my neck, holding the line as a leash. “I’m not carrying you down this hill in the dark.”

The net continued to burn against my neck as he dragged me to my feet. Head hanging, I padded after him through the snow.

 

And last, but not least, here’s a fantastic interview with Rachel…

Who is your favorite author?
Gah! So not a fair question. It depends on what I’m in the mood for. I do, however, have a lot of Bernard Cornwell, Tanya Huff, Sergei Lubyanenko, and Jim Butcher on my bookshelf (and my Kindle).
How do you describe your writing style?
Like my mom describes me – wiseass.. With, of course, a heart of gold. 😀
Use no more than two sentences. Why should we read your book?
Werewolves, Secret Agents. Werewolves who are secret agents.
Have any of your characters been modeled after yourself?
If one of them does something really embarrassing, chances are he or she is the one channeling the author at the time.
If you could exchange lives with any of your characters for a day which character would you choose and why?
I’d take a ride in my main character, Rick’s, body. But only if it were one of those days where he wasn’t getting his butt kicked.
What books have most influenced your life?
At various times in my life I’ve had epiphanies over A Dog of Flanders by the pseudonymic Ouida, Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern, Umberto Eco’s Foucault’s Pendulum (James’ note – someday I will get through this book!), Benvenuto Cellini’s Autobiography, and Marvel’s Wolverine omnibus.
If you could select one book that you could rewrite and add your own unique twist on, which book would that be and why?
“Romeo & Juliet” – which I guess is technically a play, but I can’t read or watch it without wanting to give everyone a vigorous shaking and better communication skills.
Beatles or Monkees? Why?
Monkees. Their songs are easier to learn.
Who should play you in a film of your life?
William H. Macy.

 

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