An Incredible New Read!!

Hello everbody! I am so happy to introduce the talented author Christine Hart and her book, In Irina’s Cards.

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Irina Proffer leaves mundane small-town life behind when she experiences visions inspired by a strange deck of tarot cards. To get answers, she travels from her northern British Columbia home to the province’s coastal capital. She quickly discovers a world of fringe genetic science and supernatural mystery. 

Working for Innoviro Industries, Irina is drawn in by a powerful first love and compelling, yet dangerous questions about the nature of the company’s business. Meeting other ‘variants’ brings Irina closer and closer to the dark truth about her origins. She finds herself at the heart of two overlapping love triangles as she scrambles to escape her employer’s grip. Before she leaves the city, Irina realizes she has merely scratched the surface of a frightening conspiracy on a global scale.

Wow, this sounds really interesting. We all know being an author is a dream most of us share. So what advice would you give an aspiring writer?

Do it anyway. A writer I admire, Eden Robinson, said the same thing to me when I interviewed her as an undergrad writer at UVic. She was up for the Giller Prize at the time and told me she’d been daunted by the publishing industry as well. Canadians will recognize these items more easily than everyone else, but the point remains strong. Rejections? Bad reviews? Discouragement? Suck it up and keep going anyway. It’s the difference between being published and not being published.

That sounds like excellent advice. You have to keep going. But what do you do to break the dreaded writers block?

I have an interesting relationship with writer’s block. I frequently kick him (pronoun chosen on purpose) out of my room, house, head, or wherever else I find him. If I’m going to get a chapter done on a particular day, that’s what happens. I’ve written with an infant strapped to my chest. I’ve written bleary-eyed until midnight. When it comes to deadlines, even those I set for myself, I’m my own hardest taskmaster.

Being an author is a hard, difficult, but rewarding career. Speaking of jobs though, w

hat job would you NEVER want to do?

When I was younger, I used to say I’d never work in customer service and I’d never look after children. Now that I’ve done both of those things – and surprised myself by enjoying both – I’m not sure I’d shut anything out. I’m allergic to quite a few animals, most seriously horses, so I’d be in deep trouble if I ever had to work on a farm. I’ve learned the hard way that an asthma inhaler won’t save me if I decide to get too close anyway.

I’ve done both of those jobs myself. I have to say they definitely weren’t the worst ones. 😀 Here’s a fun question.

Have any tattoos? What are they? If not, what would you want?

I have a tattoo on my lower back that resembles the centerpiece of an elaborate Victorian necklace. Anyone familiar with my alter-ego, Sleepless Storyteller, wouldn’t be surprised to see this tat.

Sleepless Storyteller? Wow, I love that name. It has a wonderful ring to it. Now here’s a super tough question…What is your favorite candy? The one you couldn’t live without? 😋

This one is embarrassing, but I’ll be a big girl and admit I’m hooked on gummi bears. I can generally conceal it by buying them for my 4-year-old son, but I’m probably not fooling anyone who knows me.

Don’t be embarrassed. I love those too. Something about the fruity taste and that squishy texture. They are awesome. ☺
Christine, it has been great having you here and I hope you come back. But before you go, can you tell us where we can find your books?

No problem. Here are my buy links.

*BUY LINKS*

www.amazon.com/Irinas-Cards-Variant-Conspiracy-Book-ebook/dp/B01EKCKNWI

Great! And how can fans contact you?

They can click one of the link below.

*CONTACT LINKS*

www.christine-hart.ca

www.facebook.com/christineahart

www.twitter.com/chris_a_hart 

 

I Wasn’t Ready For This…

Hi everybody. Well, today is a big day. It’s my little girl’s birthday. I guess she’s not little anymore though because today at 2:09 p.m., she will turn 13. Even as I type this, I want to cry. Don’t get me wrong. I am so happy that she’s grown into a beautiful young lady. I know how lucky I am that she is healthy because there are so many others that aren’t. And even more that don’t make it to see their teenage years. So I am very grateful. And proud. 

I am so proud of her. She has been through a lot. The divorce of her father and myself, my remarriage, gaining a step father and step sister, switching schools, and coping with dyslexia. But through it all, she has been trying to be strong and move forward. And it has not been easy. But she’s keeping her head held high. 

I worked a lot when she was a baby and as a toddler and even though I was home every night, I feel like I missed out on so many things. Things and times that I can’t get back. But on the other hand, I was there for several wonderful moments that I will carry with me forever. 

Like when I came home from work and she would run to me and give me the biggest hug that her little arms could make. Or when she would wait all day to watch her favorite movie at the time, Peter Pan (the 2003 film), until I came in the door and we watched it at least 3 times a day for like 3 months straight.  And of course, there was story time, hearing her first word, bath time, watching her learn to walk, and teaching her to ride a bike. 

There were a lot of great times and even better memories. But even so, I am not ready for this. I am not ready for her to be, dare I say it, a *gulp* teenager…

She rolls her eyes and simply groans, “Mom…..” every time I get emotional about her continual advance in age. But I can’t help it. She’s my little girl. My first born. My monkey. And I can’t help but get teary eyed every time I think about how much she’s grown, every time I look at her baby pictures, or watch the hours and hours of videos that I have taken of her over the years. 

Maybe I’m just being crazy or silly but I’m sure I’m not the only parent to feel this way right? I’m not the only parent that wonders how in the world their baby got to be in their teens almost over night. How did my little girl go from this  

    
    
 
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I don’t know how it happened and I am so NOT ready for this but no matter what or how old she gets, she will always be my little girl. Happy birthday. I love you Hailey Grace. 

This Week’s Read-C.D. Hersh!!

Hi Everyone,

This week I have C.D. Hersh on my blog and their book, Son of the Moonless Night. This is the third book in the Turning Stone Chronicles. This newly released book has everything. Fantasy, romance, suspense, and most of all, believable characters. And the cover is absolutely breathtaking. This book is definitely worth picking up today!  Please take a moment and read more about this book and the wonderful C.D. Hersh below. Enjoy!

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Son of the Moonless Night

Title – Son of the Moonless Night, The Turning Stone Chronicles, book three

Author – C.D. Hersh

Genre – Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Suspense Romance

Heat Level – Sensual

Release Date: May 27th, 2015

HOOK:

Thrust back into the world of paranormal huntress, Deputy Coroner Katrina Romanovski must unravel a string of murders she believes are vampire attacks. When she discovers the shape shifter she’s in love with is the murderer, she must reconcile her feelings for him, examine her life of violence against paranormals, and justify deceiving him in order to bring him to justice.

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Owen Todd Jordan Riley has a secret. He’s a shape shifter who has been hunting and killing his own kind. To him the only good shifter is a dead shifter. Revenge for the death of a friend motivates him, and nothing stands in his way . . . except Katrina Romanovski, the woman he is falling in love with.

Deputy coroner Katrina Romanovski has a secret, too. She hunts and kills paranormal beings like Owen. At least she did. When she rescues Owen from an attack by a werebear she is thrust back into the world she thought she’d left. Determined to find out what Owen knows about the bear, she begins a relationship meant to collect information. What she gets is something quite different-love with a man she suspects of murder. Can she reconcile his deception and murderous revenge spree and find a way to redeem him? Or will she condemn him for the same things she has done and walk away from love?

EXCERPT:

A crash in the alley stopped Katrina Romanovski mid-stride. Like the October mist swirling in off the lake, her gypsy blood stirred sending her intuition into high gear. Something unnatural was happening.

Go see what’s wrong. She heard her father’s voice as clearly as if he stood next to her.

On the heels of his words came her mother’s pragmatic warning in clipped British tones. You know what curiosity killed. Katrina pushed the ever-present warning aside. Mom never approved of Dad’s supernatural hunts and even less of his drawing her into them.

Pulling the oversized cross she always wore out from under her shirt, Kat looked around for a weapon. Please, not a vampire. I hate vampires! A piece of wood sticking out of the trashcan at the front of the alley caught her eye.

Grabbing it, she broke the end off into a sharp point. The mist-filled air filtered the light from the single bulb over one of the alley doorways. The wind swirled the loose trash around making a quiet approach difficult. Sidestepping the paper, with the stake in one hand and holding the gun she took from her purse in the other hand, she crept into the alley.

A roar echoed against the buildings, the sound nearly sending her running. That roar wasn’t a vampire. It sounded more like an animal. Kat inched closer. In the yellow pool of light from the back door of the building, a black bear, over seven feet tall, reared on its back legs and swung its paw at the man standing at the edge of the light. He crashed to the ground, shirt torn open from the slashing claws. Blood covered the fabric, and he clasped his left hand over his shoulder to stem the flow. The bear bent toward him, teeth bared in a smile. A wicked smile.

Kat aimed her gun, but before she could pull the trigger, a shot rang out. The flash of gunpowder lit the face of the injured man. The blast reverberated against the buildings. With an enraged bellow, the bear staggered backward against the wall. Shaking his head, the animal dropped to all four paws. Weaving like a drunk, he lumbered toward his attacker. The man took aim again, shooting the animal between the eyes. Animal and human collapsed on the dirty, littered pavement.

As she started to move forward, Kat’s gypsy senses crawled over her skin like angry red ants. As she slipped back into the shadows, the bear shed fur. Changing size. Then, finally, turning into a man.

Shape shifters. Her stake wasn’t any good against them, and her bullets weren’t silver. This one appeared dead anyway. Had the wounded man seen the shift? Tossing the stake aside, she paused by the shifter and quickly moved to the wounded man. Out cold. Still human.

When she touched him, his eyelids fluttered open. “Did I get it?”

“What?”

“The bear.”

Amazon buy links:

The Promised One (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 1):

eBook: http://amzn.com/B00DUMODKI

paperback: http://amzn.com/1619353504

Blood Brothers (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 2):

eBook: http://amzn.com/B00OVNFC8W

paperback: http://amzn.com/1619358271

Son of the Moonless Night (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 3):

eBook: http://amzn.com/B00XK3E172

A. What made you decide to become a writer?

Catherine became a paid writer because she thought she could write as well as the reporter in the local paper. So she wrote an article, which they accepted, gratis. Then she managed to get a job as a freelance reporter for that paper. While writing non-fiction, she decided to pursue fiction, which she had written, but never published, since she had been a teenager. Donald on the other hand, had written what is now called “Fan Fiction” off and on over the years. But with a day job, and writing technical manuals, he wanted to relax at home. After we began writing plays and skits together for church, Catherine gave him a romance novel she thought was good. Donald couldn’t finish the book because he said the male was unbelievable to a man. We decided to take a whack at writing romance as co-authors. The rest is history.

 

B. What gives you the most inspiration to write?

Deadlines, because there are so many other things we like to do that we need the deadlines to put our butts in the seats.

 

C. Who are some of your favorite authors?

We like Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Tolkien, Stan Lee, Laura Ingalls Wilder, and Diana Gabaldon.

 

D. If you had a soundtrack to go along with your book, what songs would best tell the story? 

We have no idea about soundtrack songs, but the music would be in a minor key with a dark overtone from stringed instruments. Some places would be very fast paced, and there would be sections with melodic, sensual, and sad movements. Something like the sound track from Doctor Zhivago, which we just realized in describing the music. Thank you.

 

E. What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

No matter what genre you want to write in you have to learn the craft. Find out what organizations are out there that represent the genre you want to write in and go to the conferences or meetings. Get together with other writers of the same cloth and help each other. Ultimately, you have to make your own decisions on your work. Looking at the writing of others will help you grow as a writer. Last you should just keep writing. Get the ideas out on paper or in the computer so you can share them.

 

And just for fun:

F. If you could have any super power of your choosing, what would it be?

Donald would want to fly like superman, not like some of our characters who have to change into hawks. Catherine would like super speed so she could clean the house really quick and eat anything she wanted since she would be burning so many calories.