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Thursday, May 24, 2018

Meet Author Ronel Janse van Vuuren


Please welcome my guest, Ronel Janse van Vuuren.



Ronel, pleases tell us about yourself.

I’m a Rottweiler pack leader who lives in South Africa with a whole menagerie to inspire me. I’m fascinated by folklore and mythology; researching it and using it in my writing makes me happy. I also spend (a lot of) time on my compost heap while stories are sorted out in my head. Sometimes you can hear me arguing with my characters…

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

When I was twelve. I’ve always loved reading. Writing my own stories to entertain me seemed like the next logical step.

Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, outline, or...?

An idea will come to me, so I’ll write everything down I know about the story forming in my head. Then the characters will come calling, the story will show itself more – needing research – and an outline will be written before long. I’ll work on the plot before refining things again.

What did you learn from writing your first book?

That a main character can’t just observe or have things happen without them choosing to be part of the adventure. I’m currently rewriting that first book and I’m amazed at how much my writing has developed.

How many hours a day to you spend writing?

If it’s a shiny new story, twelve to fourteen hours. If it’s rewriting and editing… I can’t do more than eight hours before my head wants to explode (or I want to cry because of the death of so many darlings).

If you could give the younger version of yourself advice what would it be?

Patience is a virtue, persistence is divine.

What two authors would we find you reading when taking a break from your own writing?

Holly Black and Rick Riordan.

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

For folklore and mythology, I rely on several sources (The Poetic Edda; Encyclopedia of Norse and Germanic Folklore, Mythology, and Magic by Clade Lecouteux; The Forest in Folklore and Mythology by Alexander Porteous; Encyclopedia of Fairies in World Folklore and Mythology by Theresa Bane; Encyclopedia of Giants and Humanoids in Myth, Legend and Folklore by Theresa Bane; The Element Encyclopedia of Fairies by Lucy Cooper; the sacred texts site that archives all ancient folklore and mythology texts; and the folklore and mythology site hosted by the University of Pittsburgh that lists, categorizes and hosts all folk texts imaginable; whatever new resource I can find that will help me).

As for ideas, they sort of just come to me. I have folders and notebooks filled with ideas that I still have to use.

Tell us about your latest release, including its genre. 

I’ll describe my latest book as a mixture of fairy tale retellings and original tales about Faerie with a Dark Fantasy twist.

It’s about the secrets of how Faerie changed, why Faerie changed, who the rulers of Faerie truly are, the secrets of the seasons, and how magic and fae have infiltrated the mortal realm. And it’s also about the characters, their choices and experiences.

Dark fantasy is all about examining the human condition, looking at the consequences of actions and decisions, and how the beliefs we hold can change the way we see our world. I think “Rumour Has It”, “New Divide” and “Castle of Glass” depicts all of this from different points of view about the same moment in Faerie history very well.

“Once…” crosses over to New Adult. New Adult is all about figuring out who you are, who you want to be and what you have to do to get there. Some of my damsels in distress turn into independent women who can take care of themselves…


Once…


Blurb:
Damsels in distress, curses, echoes of faery tales and tragic love affairs swirl together in sixteen stories found in a dragon’s lair by a curious half-fae.

Unexpected changes to reality causes more than one damsel to turn into a strong, independent woman who takes charge of her own life.

A collection of short stories about Faerie and the fae that live in the human realm. A few of the stories had won competitions and all of them had enchanted readers.

Learn their secrets and enter the realm of the fae…

ISBN EPUB: 978-0-6399476-2-4
ISBN Paperback: 978-0-6399476-3-1
Publication date: 23 May 2018
Available on most online retailers.
Also available in Afrikaans as “Eens…”.
Universal Book Links for Afrikaans and English versions of this book:

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Excerpt:
Mortals cannot perceive the veil unless they are invited to – or extremely gifted. For centuries, Man and Fae have been kept apart, for nothing good ever comes from them mixing. The collection of The Adventures of Saphira the Faery Dog is proof of this.
Still, there are magical creatures that side neither with Man nor Fae.
Dragons are such creatures. They hold the knowledge of both worlds. Some even collect it in the written word, keeping it safe in their lairs.
An inquisitive half-fae once broke into the lair of a dragon known to hoard books. The knowledge she found was too much to keep to herself…
Here are a few tales, myths and legends from Faerie. Some may sound remarkably similar to legends held by mortals, while others are…  well… as otherworldly as the fae themselves.


One last question. Where can readers find you?


Readers can find me across the web.
And on my blog Ronel the Mythmaker: https://ronelthemythmaker.wordpress.com/


Thanks for having me, Diane.



Ronel Janse van Vuuren is the author of New Adult, Young Adult and children’s fiction filled with mythology and folklore. Her dark fantasy stories can be read for free on Wattpad and on her blog Ronel the Mythmaker. She won Fiction Writer of the Year 2016 for her Afrikaans stories on INK: Skryf in Afrikaans. Her published works can be viewed on Goodreads.

Ronel can be found tweeting about writing and other things that interest her, arguing with her characters, researching folklore for her newest story or playing with her Rottweilers when she’s not actually writing.

All of her books are available for purchase on Amazon.



Wednesday, February 8, 2017

A Zombie Virgin...No Longer - Jessica E. Subject @jsubject

Writing Zombies for the First Time

It’s official. I’m no longer a zombie author virgin. Though, if you asked me two years ago if I’d ever write a zombie story, I would have told you no. And if you asked me three years ago if I’d ever watch a tv show or movies about zombies, I would have told you the same thing.

Then we got Netflix. And one of the first movies I watched was World War Z. Sure, that was okay, and I liked the idea of a zombie virus. Days later, I started watching television shows about zombies. The zombie dreams came next. And It Took a Zombie Apocalypse was inspired by one of these dreams, among other things.

When I decided to turn the dream into a story, I had to figure out what kind of story I wanted it to be, and what kind of zombies I wanted. Since I write romance, I decided to stick with the genre, but I didn’t want the romance to be with a zombie like some of the other movies I’ve seen and books I’ve read. Aliens, yes, but zombies, no. And since I liked the virus-infected zombie model rather than the paranormal-curse model, the zombies in my story became infected by the RFG-8 virus that came from squirrels in Canada. (I’m Canadian, by the way.)

With those issues decided, I plotted my story then wrote it. It Took a Zombie Apocalypse is a little more gruesome and angst-ridden than my other stories, but I’m so proud of how it turned out. I hope you’ll take a chance on it whether you like zombies or not.


IT TOOK A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

by Jessica E. Subject

Release date: January 30, 2017

Genres: Romance, Science Fiction, New Adult, Zombie Apocalypse

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-988428-03-1

Editor: Kate Richards
Cover artist: Fantasia Frog Designs

# of pages: 64 (ebook)
# of words: 18,220

BLURB:

It started with a kiss.

Then the zombies came. Now, Missy must work with the neighbor her parents hate if she wants to survive. But zombies aren't the only threat to her life, or her heart.

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EXCERPT:

RJ pressed on the text and read….

Contagion arrived from Ostrander.
Spread through the hospital.
Stay in bunker.
I’m infected.
Zombies

Zombies? He dropped his phone and stared at it on the floor, expecting it to explode. Zombies didn’t exist. He was in some kind of dream. Had to be. Missy actually had come home for the summer. And kissed him. Now, zombies.

“What is it?” Missy bent down to pick up his cell then handed it back to him. “What happened back at the park?”

“Zombies.” The word came out before he had a chance to stop it. He didn’t know whether to laugh or grab Missy again and run.

A crooked smile formed dimples in her cheeks. “You’re joking, right? Trying to help me laugh off what happened.”

“I wish.” He showed her the message from his father. “My dad doesn’t have a sense of humor.”

The phone beeped, and she pushed his hand away. “I think it needs to be charged. We should call him just to be sure. Or contact somebody. Maybe he meant something else. You know how stupid autocorrect can be.”

RJ rushed to the kitchen, found his charger, and plugged in the cell. But, by then, he’d lost signal. Reception was spotty in West Vitula, but he couldn’t get anything. He peeked through the doorway, out to the living room. “Missy, can you get a signal?”

After digging into her purse, she pulled out her phone with a pink, sparkly case. Not at all what he expected from her. Had he missed that girly side, or had someone given it to her, and she didn’t want to hurt their feelings? That he could understand.

She held the cell up and moved around the room. “I got nothing. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should try outside?” Though he doubted it would make a difference.

Missy stepped over to window and shoved the curtains aside. “Um, there are people coming. And they don’t…look right.”

RJ glanced outside. Neighbors walked down the middle of the street, their bodies twitching. And no one stopped to talk to one another. They just kept marching along to some unknown destination. As they came closer, he noticed their tattered clothing, their disheveled hair, and limbs connected at odd angles to the rest of their body, as if they’d been trampled. And now they were up and walking.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica is not reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to go to fitness class and walk her Great Pyrenees/Retriever her family adopted from the local animal shelter.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com.

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Friday, November 11, 2016

Who's For Dinner with Jessica E. Subject


My friend Jessica E. Subject is here to share who she'd like to have dinner with. Also, she's celebrating the release of her new book, Cosmic Sutra. (Love that title.)

Here's Jessica.


First of all, I want to give a big thank you and hug to Diane for having me back on the blog.
***
It took me a couple of days to figure out who I would want to have dinner with. At first I thought of retired Canadian Astronaut Colonel Chris Hadfield. But then, I started thinking a little closer to home. You see, one of my grandfathers passed away when I was only two years old. 

I don’t remember him, but from what I’ve been told, he had a lot in common with my husband. Even though my grandmother married another wonderful man, who has made her very happy over the years, I still think about my grandfather, what it would have been like with him around. I know my mother thinks of him often, too, his birthday and the anniversary of his death depressing times for her.

I wouldn’t have any specific questions for him. It would be more about spending time with him, getting to know what he was like, and finding out if we share any similarities. Perhaps my weird sense of humor.



I really don’t know if he has any connection to my writing. Perhaps the open-mindedness—reflected in my stories—that I learned from my mother came from him. I know he preferred to be outdoors, and some of stories take place in the woods or on a lake. Or, like my new release, on the other side of the universe.

COSMIC SUTRA

by Jessica E. Subject

Release date: November 7, 2016

Genres: Romance, Science Fiction, Lesbian, LGBT, Sensual

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-988428-02-4

Cover artist: Fantasia Frog Designs

# of pages: 58 ebook
# of words: 20,400

BLURB:

When Victoria is offered a scholarship to attend Thanh Academy for her last year of university, she jumps at the opportunity. Nothing could be more practical in her psychology studies than to travel to the other side of the universe and live amongst the life forms she strives to learn from.

Upon her arrival, she is met with hostility. Convincing the other students she is not like those from Earth who came before her takes time, but eventually she is embraced by a small group of friends, including a sexy female alien she fantasizes about on a daily basis.

Based on past experience, will Victoria keep her lust hidden deep inside to prevent losing a friend? Or will she confess her feelings to Kaye and possibly find her one true love?

Please note: This story was formerly part of the First Ladylove anthology.

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EXCERPT:

Victoria headed to the dining hall, empty except for two greys at the table farthest from the buffet. They eyed her and whispered to each other behind their long, spindly-fingered hands. She grabbed what looked to be a sandwich with purple bread and green toppings—nothing fuzzy, so she set it on her tray and hurried back to her room. No point in sticking around where she wasn’t wanted.

While she ate, Victoria studied the class textbook on her tablet. Their first lab was to study various cognitive reactions to differing objects. Kaye had already decided they were going to study the heart rate of individuals in their reactions to various races at the school. Sure her partner just wanted to prove how much everyone hates Terrans, Victoria agreed anyway. No point in arguing. She’d already observed plenty of other cues indicating their disdain for her.

Fifteen minutes before the scheduled lab time, she left, heading to the psychology wing. The hall lights had been dimmed compared to the daytime and gave the place an eerie glow. Though the greys had denied ever abducting anyone from Earth, Victoria might have believed otherwise if she happened to meet one along the way. Her pulse raced as she eyed the numbers on each door, trying to locate the correct one.

“C’mon, already.”

Victoria gasped, placing her palm on her chest.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me I managed to scare a Terran.”

“My name is Victoria.” She’d had enough of being referred to by her home planet, as if everyone on Earth was related and possessed the same personality and motivation. “And you just caught me off guard. It’s late, and I’m tired.”

“That’s strange.” Kaye held the door open as Victoria ducked into the room. “I thought your kind thrived at night.”

She surveyed the area, rubbing her arms. “Not me. I just want to get this over with and return to bed.” A wave of sleepiness washed over her at the thought.

“Fine.” Kaye’s antennae stood straight up rather than curving forward like they normally did. She’d lost her six inch glass claws, her exoskeleton only covering her arms down to her knuckles like a pair of fingerless gloves. “You go into the closet and record the results. I’ll stay out here to welcome our test subjects and hook them up, okay?”

Victoria cocked her head to the side. For the first time since they’d been partnered, Kaye had actually asked her opinion. “I guess.”

“It’s just that if they see you before the test, it will skew the results. I can’t help it if everyone feels that way about your kind. It’s just the way it is.”

With a nod, Victoria entered the cramped smaller room, not much bigger than a broom closet. If she didn’t know any better, she would have believed Kaye felt bad about the discrimination. Was the leabu beginning to soften? She could only hope.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers.

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Monday, December 22, 2014

Destiny Calling by Maureen L. Bonatch

Instead of my usual Monday Morning Musing, a friend and talented writer has stopped by to share her new book Destiny Calling. If you like stories about Good versus Evil, check out this book. If you like your stories to keep you guessing, Destiny Calling is the book for you.

Please welcome, Maureen Bonatch. 




Destiny Calling
The Enchantlings
Volume 1
Maureen L. Bonatch

A Paranormal Romance from
The Wild Rose Press
Available on December 22, 2014

Hope Doesn’t Know If The Man She Can Touch Is A Dream Come True, Or A Nightmare Just Beginning.

Hope only wants to find out if her ability to infuse euphoria or despair with her touch makes her the devil's spawn, or his exterminator. But when the woman who raised her is murdered by something not human, she loses the only family she knew and discovers one she might wish she hadn’t.

Drawn back to the hometown she vowed never to return to, her ability is seen as an asset to everyone but Hope, and she doesn't know who to trust. Her family wants her to help them overcome an enemy oppressing the human population, while the man of her dreams is courting her for the Underworld.

Time is running out, and Hope’s choice may be made for her, as she discovers she’s a pawn in a bigger game played by a merciless ruler who doesn't lose.



 Excerpt:
I strained to release my arm from Griffith’s vise-like grip while scanning the surrounding trees, trying to determine which was less of a threat, the beast of a man holding me or those who might be waiting for me in the woods.

“You will come inside, now.” Griffith spoke slowly and deliberately as if I were a small child.

I batted at the hand Griffith placed on my head. “I’m not a puppy, quit petting me.”
“I will protect you.” Griffith’s warm breath caressed my ear. “If for no other reason, to find out what I’m giving up and why she wants you so badly.”

I inhaled his masculine scent, like musky earth. It washed over my face, and the tension in my jaw released. I stopped struggling. “Are you the devil?” My tongue was thick and heavy so the words came out slurred.

“Not even close.” His words soothed and comforted, like having a weighted blanket cocoon me. Each movement was an effort. It wasn’t the same as the thing in the woods. This was more like the feeling after a long massage or bubble bath.

“It’s not safe.” Griffith wrapped his arms around me, and I rested against his broad chest.

“It’s not safe.” I nodded. My muscles relaxed and my eyelids grew heavy.

“It’s cold. We’re going inside.” Griffith kept his arm supporting me as he steered me toward the house.

“We’re going inside.” I parroted and walked up the steps, leaning heavily on him.

Out of the corner of my eye, something was cautiously moving at the edge of the woods. Branches snapped as whatever was observing us crept closer.

About the Author:

Growing up with four siblings had Maureen familiar with escaping into a good book, or the recesses of her mind. She realized later in life everyone didn’t have characters telling stories in their heads, or weren’t envisioning magic and mayhem within the everyday. This, and long walks in the beautiful state of Pennsylvania spawned a love of writing.

Since her desire to become a Solid Gold Dancer was thwarted when the show was discontinued, Maureen opted to pursue other paths. Attempting to conquer new endeavors proved fruitful with her first novella, while other attempts, such as challenging a fear of heights with parasailing, were unsuccessful.

Therefore she’s chased other interests, though none-the-less-daring, but closer to the ground, such as belly-dancing, becoming a self-proclaimed tequila connoisseur, fulfilling her role as biker babe to her alpha hubby and surviving motherhood to twins (so far).

Penning stories boasting laughter, light suspense and something magical in the hope of sharing her love of finding the extraordinary in the ordinary world.