Friday, September 30, 2011

Author Spotlight: Jennifer Shirk Dreams of a Big, Purple Hat

Happy Friday and please welcome Jennifer Shirk to our Author Spotlight! Okay, it's Q & A time. Off we go!

How do you develop a mental picture of your characters?
Sometimes I have an image already in my mind then I look for a name that fits that description. I recently started to look for pictures on the Internet so I can refer back to it when I’m writing about that character. It’s funny but for GEORGIE ON HIS MIND I had a clear image of Georgie with long ringlets of strawberry blonde hair like Nicole Kidman used to have in that movie Malice and that stuck.

Has an editor annihilated your absolutely favorite line in your book? Did you take it meekly or fight for your words?
My editor at Avalon didn’t want to annihilate a line but a whole scene! She went on to say how funny it was but the way it was written just didn’t fit the “family friendly” standards of Avalon. It was a scene where the heroine mistakes the hero as a condom thief. I was going to completely change it to hemorrhoid cream and really dreaded making the changes. But then my husband looked at me and said, “If you were a real writer, you would be able to make it work as is.” WHAT?! Those were fighting words so I did manage to keep it to condoms, made some really small changes, and both me and my editor were very happy in the end. So I did stick to my guns then.


Do you have a favorite social network?
My favorite social network changes with my mood—and my time. When I joined Facebook, I couldn’t get enough. Then a few months later, Twitter was becoming more and more fun to me. Now I’ve kind of gotten a renewed love of blogging again.


What's on your bucket list?
Going to the Kentucky Derby is on my bucket list! I don’t know why, but that is just something I’m dying to experience. I want to drink a mint julep and wear a one of those huge fancy hats. Last time I was in NYC I saw a beautiful purple hat for $425 that would be perfect! (I didn’t buy the hat, but hopefully someday…)


Georgie Mayer has no boyfriend and rarely goes out. In short, she needs a life. Since she's graduated college and returned back home, her brother's protectiveness has been in overdrive, and she hasn't been able to have any fun, never mind get a date.

So what's a poor particularly attractive girl to do in a situation like this? The only thing she can do: find him a woman!

He'll thank her for it in the end. That is, if his best friend Walt Somers would stop interfering with her plans. The handsome pharmacist has made no secret that he doesn't approve of what she's up to. Unfortunately, having Walt hanging around does strange things to her mind, and suddenly she can't help but take a healthy interest in him. But how can Georgie entertain thoughts of the two of them together when Walt still treats her like his best friend's little sister?

Available on Amazon!

Find Jennifer on Twitter and Facebook!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

My New Writing Buddy

One of our pet fish died last week. She was a convict cichlid (Archocentrus nigrofasciatus), named Convict (lame, I know), about 6 years old and smart as any fish could be. She was the Queen of the tank.

My kids were so sad when she died. We buried her under the ginkgo tree in our front yard. I tried to ease the pain by telling them she'll compost away and show up in the ginkgo's new, spring leaves. It helped a little.

Circle of life, dudes.

During our fish-mourning, my hubby bought me a half-moon betta. He looks like a blue peony in fish form. All fins and glamour! We named him Finnegan. Finney for short. Finney has his own crib so he won't attack every other fish in the tank. He's beautiful but not vain. In fact, he loathes my iPhone camera. He swims away whenever he sees it. It took, like, 50 tries to get this portrait.

Finney is my new writing buddy. He gets me through the tough times now.

Me: "I can't figure out how to fix this plot problem!"
Finney:
Me: "I need a writing break. Do you need a break?"
Finney:
Me: "Does my butt look too big? Too small? Misshapen?"
Finney:

As you can see, he's awesome. He a speck of fishy companionship in this lonely writing business.

*RIP, Convict*

How about you? Do you have something (non-food related) that keeps you company when you write?

******

Also, if you have a moment, please stop by Deb Salisbury's blog and Sarah Fine's post to see how she creates her characters! If you missed it, check out Laura's post and mine.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Medical Mondays: Teratomas and Spanikopita

I have no idea why I chose this topic. I think I literally woke up yesterday and thought, "Why yes. I'm going to make some tea. Then I'm going to do a post on teratomas."

First, a cinematic intro courtesy of My Big Fat Greek Wedding:



I love this movie!

Anyway, so what's a teratoma (Greek for "monstrous tumor"), and how on earth might it be used as literary inspiration?

Teratomas are masses, usually benign, that contain elements that can be found in any part of the body. Thus, they can contain:
  • hair
  • teeth
  • bone
  • neural tissue and brain
  • highly developed body parts, such as eyes, fingers, or internal organ tissues (liver, kidney)
However, they often contain more early developmental tissues that aren't as dramatic as those listed above. A small percentage of these tumors can become malignant.

They generally arise from the germ cells of men and women, so they'll manifest as ovarian cysts or tumors, or testicular masses. They can also arise from embryonic cells and show up in the neck, chest, skull, and even the coccyx (tail bone).

Rarely, the mass can be so well advanced in its development that it can appear to have almost fetus-like definition. This is called fetus in fetu. Some have theorized that it represents a twin that was enveloped by the person in utero, or simply a very developed teratoma.

The fetus in fetu syndrome has shown up in books, such as...

Stephen King's The Dark Half
Billie Cowie's Passenger
Phillip K. Dick's Dr. Bloodmoney

Okay. Now. Spanikopita, anyone????

If you've got a fictional medical question, let me know! Post below or email me at
All I ask is that you become a follower and post a link on your blog when I post your answer. This is for fictional scenarios, only! Please check out the boring but necessary disclaimer on my sidebar --->

Also, don't forget to stop by Laura Diamond's Mental Health Mondays and Sarah Fine's The Strangest Situation for great psychiatric and psychological viewpoints on all things literary. :)

Friday, September 23, 2011

Author Spotlight: JL Campbell and her Jurassic-ness

Welcome Joy to this week's Author Spotlight! And away we go...

The Publishing Process
: If you decided to self-publish, what was the final push that allowed that decision?
I have two books that are published traditionally and one scheduled to be released with another publisher later this year. My experience of having to show up everyday for the new job of plying my wares in a cycle of market-promote-market, and my willingness to try methods a publisher can’t or won’t because of financial considerations made the decision for me.


Life and Writing: How does your significant other or family feel about your writing? My husband is supportive. He’s gotten used to seeing me hunched over the keyboard at all hours of the day and night. My son has learned to be cunning. When things get out of hand, he asks ‘So, is writing and editing more important than spending time with your only child?’


Writing Miscellany: Do you fear that your ideas would dry up? I look at published writers who have 90 books and wonder how they avoid writing the same characters and stories over and over. Still, I don’t fear that my ideas will run dry because I get way too many characters who come calling. To keep up with them, what I’ve started to do is put down their story lines in a private blog. When I’m finished with the lot on my hard drive, it will be time to explore those stories. Meantime, I keep adding to that hidden blog.


(Hope they don't bust out in the middle of the night and give you insomnia. Mine are sneaky like that.)


Random or Weird question: What is your opinion on Pluto no longer being a planet? Wait! What? Pluto is no longer a planet? Now see, this is how I know I’m a dinosaur. Add my husband to the dinosaur league too. My son says ‘Well, you know, Pluto was such a small planet.” He won’t admit for a minute that he didn’t know, but then he’s only ten. Google tells me this decision was made in 2006. I think there’s some merit in these remarks my child keeps making about me living in fossil days.


(I hear you. Sometimes it's good to just own up to your inner Jurassic-ness, like I do.)

Lydia, thanks so much for hosting me on your blog.

JL, you're very welcome!


Sherryn Albright has all the trappings of success, until a secret explodes on her doorstep. Her devoted husband has fathered a child outside of their marriage. When Reece is implicated in a murder case, it is clear that he has not escaped unscathed from the mean streets of Kingston, Sherryn battles her conscience and public opinion to save her family and herself from destruction.
Available on Amazon
Come visit Joy on her blog and on Twitter!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Psst. I have some news.


Look, over there. My bio, on the right. See something new?

I have an agent!

I've been writing fiction for two years and three months. I've written three young adult novels and I'm currently writing my first middle grade novel.

I've had sleepless nights when my characters wouldn't leave me alone.

I've had days when I've wondered if I was delusional for becoming a writer.

I've had moments when I've been so excited over a plot line I've squealed out loud.

I've studied the art of how to write the perfect query letter until my eyeballs felt numb.

I've gotten rejections. Oh, yes. I can say I have something in common with most New York Times bestselling authors—the rejections!

But one thing I've never done is give up.

I've dreamed about writing this post since I started blogging, wondering if I'd ever write it. I know that that every bad day and every good day has been shared with so many people who've been supportive of me on this journey. And that includes all of you guys too.

So I thank you. Thank you for holding that ladder while I reached for the sky. Don't know if I'll catch me a star, but I won't stop trying.

(And I won't stop holding the ladder for my bloggy friends too.)

Monday, September 19, 2011

Worst Movie Ever Blogfest

I promise that Medical Mondays will be back on its feet next Monday. When Alex posted about this blogfest, I was assailed by memories so wretched I couldn't resist.

Here is it:

Yahoo Serious. Seriously?

It was bloody awful. I went to see it the summer before college and I almost walked out. Almost. I didn't because I went with a friend who thought it was hilarious.

(We aren't friends anymore.)

Any of you who know me a bit know that I like a little bit of, shall we say, logic within the imaginary worlds I'm entering.

Splitting beer atoms? Einstein creating rock n' roll? It's like they took one drunken, random idea and stretched it into 90 minutes of sheer, unfunny idiocy.

Rotten Tomatoes beat me to pummeling this one into the ground.

(I apologize to any Aussies out there--I hear it was a hit there, but I can comfortably say that I love all things Aussie except this movie).

Please stop by the other bloggers on this fun Blogfest!

Revel in the Bad Movie.
Love it.
Live it.
Hurl it.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Author Spotlight: Marva Dasef Fights the Law

Please welcome Marva Dasef to our Author Spotlight! Okay, I'm ready to find out who won, you or the law...


The Publishing Process: Has an editor annihilated your absolutely favorite line in your book? Did you take it meekly or fight for your words?
I fought the law, but the law won. In a fantasy book (coming up in October from MuseItUp), my husband had come up with the brand of a snowmobile, the Snowshoe 3000 Turbo, but the editor thought it sounded too much like Harry Potter’s broom’s brand. Thing is, it wasn’t anywhere near (Nimbus 2000 and Firebolt), so I argued I could use it as is. Still, she worried over even a whiff of infringement. Knowing how important it is, I did give in. I ended up leaving out the word Turbo. I’ve also had ‛discussions’ when using real brand names. If pejorative, the editor decided it better to use something more generic. For me, using brand names gives more texture to the book. Is it better to say, “She bought a bottle of Tylenol.” or “She bought a bottle of pain killers.” To me, ‛pain killers’ is flat and uninteresting, but ‛Tylenol’ gives a context that makes the story richer. Readers know what a Tylenol bottle looks like. I felt like I had to answer this one since it was my idea on your website. Sneaky!
(I guess I can't use my kids' invention either, the Bug-Catcher 2000 Solar XL D589. Darn.)
Life and Writing: How did you decide to get into writing?
If I define ‛writing’ as the process of developing and capturing a coherent string of words that express an idea or physical operation, then I had no choice. I decided to write fiction after spending thirty-five years writing technical documentation. So I learned how to write from my career, and decided I should continue to play to my strengths. It was a little late to join the Olympics Women’s Soccer Team.
Writing Miscellany: How many unfinished novels do you have?
One. I have ideas and thoughts for others, but I pretty much stick to writing one novel at a time. I don’t know how other writers manage to scatter their attention across multiple open manuscripts. In most things, I’m a parallel processor, doing several things simultaneously. With writing, I’m just a one-book gal.
Writing and Food: Do you snack when you write? And what is that snack?
At around three pm, I have five low-fat Ritz crackers with non-fat cream cheese. Yeah, I just go crazy.

When Kameron McBride receives notice she’s the only living relative of a missing man she’s never even heard of, the last thing she wants to do is head to some half-baked Oregon town to settle his affairs. Her suspicions rise when the probate Judge isn't really a judge and tries too hard to buy the dead man’s worthless property. Kam probes deeper into the town’s secrets and finds almost no one she can trust. Kam must find out what really happened to her dead relative before someone in this backward little town sends her to join him.
And she thought Oregon was going to be boring.
Connect with Marva on her blog and Twitter!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Characters 101


First off, I want to thank you all for sharing your stories and being so supportive of my September 11th experience. I almost didn't post it, but many bloggers encouraged me to tell my story. So, thank you all, so very much.

Second, I've got the grippe. Or whatever. I'm phlegmy and headachey and I feel like someone put my sinuses into a can of leftover Fresca and smashed it to smithereens, then force-fed me sandpaper. Yes, that's me.

So if I'm horrible about visiting your blogs, please forgive me. My Nyquil-infused body thanks you.

This month's Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog question comes from Sarah Fine. She asks,

"How do you develop your characters? Do you flesh out the details before (like writing as that character, writing backstory, or filling out a questionnaire about their preferences and history) or invent as you go?"

I have previously blogged about using character sheets, which I find pretty helpful. I like the idea of getting to know my characters before I write. What does they like to wear? What are their quirks? Strengths and weaknesses?

But lately, I've noticed that even if I fill out a sheet and *think* I know her well, I usually have to go back and do some major character refurbishing anyway.

The truth is, no matter how detailed an outline I have, scenes and plotlines often must be deconstructed and reconstructed, and the characters aren't immune to change either.

So the answer to Sarah's question? I do both.

Also, for the minor characters, I usually invent their characteristics as I write. :) Because I'm a little bit outliner, a little bit "pants-and-roll."

Last week, Laura answered the question and next week, we get to hear Sarah tackle it, then Deb.

How about you? How to you create your characters?

*achoo!* Ah, gross. Didn't grab that tissue in time. Sorry guys.

Monday, September 12, 2011

My September 11th


9/11 Memorial
Omaha, Nebraska

photo credit: Stephenwigg

I can't believe it's been 10 years since September 11th, 2001. I've told this story in bits and pieces to my friends, but I've never written it down. I think I'm finally ready to talk about it. It's long, so bear with me. It may be hard to read. It's certainly hard for me to write.

Ten years ago, I lived in Manhattan on the Upper East Side. I was a Chief Resident at NYU/Bellevue Hospital after finishing 3 years of residency in primary care internal medicine.

I was also married and almost 8 months pregnant with my first child. As my bus lumbered down Second Avenue on the way to work, I remember what a beautiful, clear morning it was. I was thankful summer was over. Pregnancy and humid weather had been a hard combination for me.

The first strange thing that happened was that the bus driver started talking to us over the speaker.

NYC bus drivers never talk to the passengers, except to say what stop was coming up or yell at us to make room for more people.

"I've been told one of the twin towers was hit by an airplane," she said, and we all looked out the front window of the bus to see a thick cord of smoke floating eastward across the sky--a blemish in the blue.

I heard the passengers murmuring to each other. One person said it was actually two planes, but another assured us it was just one.

One plane could be an accident. But two? I couldn't quite fathom what that might mean.

So at first, I didn't get too excited. I'd worked in the architecture department archives as an undergrad and had seen photos of a small plane hitting the Empire State building by accident. I tried to convince myself that it was just a random event.

I got off the bus and waddled past Second Avenue to get to Bellevue Hospital, on 27th Street and First Avenue. My husband and I shared one cell phone. It was quite the luxury then. I called him where he was at work as a Chief Resident at Memorial Sloan Kettering Hospital. All I got was busy signal.

That was when I started to worry. I dialed my sister, who lived less than ten blocks from the Twin Towers. Another busy signal. I waddled faster, my worry turning into panic.

In our offices, I found the other chief resident staring out the window. Now, there were two plumes of smoke, one coming from each building. Several attendings and residents had heard the news. One of the residents had a husband who worked in the towers. She couldn't get in touch with him and was freaking out.

We tried to get in contact with each resident. Nearly every phone call we made ended in a busy signal. We had a TV in the office we only used for playing educational tapes, and it had horrible reception. All we could do was listen to the local news, since the images were so grainy. No one wanted me to do much because I was so pregnant, so I manned the phones, telling the few people who got through to get to Bellevue ASAP, if they could. The rest of the time, I stared out the window.

The smoke changed from cords of grey to large clouds, depending on the winds. Sometimes, I saw orange flames emerging out of the smoke. Once, when the smoke got so voluminous, I told the other chief that there were patches of blue sky within the blackish clouds.

"Look," I said, grabbing her sleeve. "It's almost like you can see through the smoke. I think one of the towers is missing."

"No," she responded. "It's still there. See?" But when she stepped away from the window, the wind changed directions again and I covered my mouth. There was only one building standing.

"Oh my God!" I shrieked. People ran to the window to see what I'd seen. As we stared and stared at the impossible--that one of the towers was down, another impossibility began to happen. The second one crumpled, slowly, then faster, right before our eyes.

I don't remember what I said. I do remember what I felt. Like there were a thousand people screaming in my ears and there was nothing I could do about it.

One final corner of the remaining tower still stood--a tall, jagged shard. Then it too, dissolved in a puff of dust.

Attendings and residents came in and out of the office, all wearing stethoscopes and making plans to clear out the inpatient wards for the coming wounded. People ran to the ER bay to stand by the doors, waiting.

They kept waiting. And no one came.

Some doctors and nurses decided waiting wasn't good enough, and went in teams to Ground Zero to help. One of them, a colleague, was so haunted by what he'd experienced that he could barely speak of what happened. He mentioned seeing...oh God. I can't even write it down.

Finally, someone told me to go home. They didn't want me working, and the phone lines were practically dead. The one resident whose husband worked in the towers finally got in touch with him. When the first plane hit, he took to the stairwells, got to the street, and kept running till he reached his apartment. He couldn't call her because the payphones had lines of people trying to use them since no cellphones were working.

The buses and subways weren't running. I numbly walked the fifty blocks to get to my husband's office, taking frequent stops to rest on benches. I could only go a couple of blocks before I'd get contractions from the exercise. Shopkeepers had their doors open, setting up free snacks and drinks to the people walking in droves down the avenues. The sense of community and desperate need to help others was palpable. I remember thinking, "This is the New York that so many people don't know."

I eventually found my husband and huddled in his office while he and other coworkers also mobilized for wounded and dying that never came to their hospital either.

I finally got in touch with my sister, who'd taken her own child and went immediately to a friend's apartment further north for safety. I remember crying a lot the next day. I can't even remember if I went to work or not. I think I stayed home and watched too many horrible images on television.

For weeks and month afterwards, the entrance to Bellevue was plastered with photocopied images of the missing. At first, people stood around the entrance, handing out flyers and asking us if we'd seen any of their family members in the hospital. The pictures were haunting images of healthy men and women, smiling in a frozen moment of time. As each day passed, reality told us that nearly all would never be seen alive again. Soon, piles of flowers and candles began to appear under the pictures of the lost. The photos went from being cries for help to memorials.

Early in the morning on September 13th, I awoke in the darkness with excruciating abdominal pain. My belly was misshapen out of its usual 8 months' roundness. We grabbed a cab to NYU's Tisch Hospital, which was connected with the Coroner's offices, only two blocks from Bellevue. The smell of burnt things still permeated the air. A police officer barred our way; when my husband pointed to my belly, we were let through to the ER.

My baby, which was breech, had turned around in the middle of the night. The doctor said all the walking from the day before might have triggered it. My husband and I smiled weakly. It was hard to believe anything positive could possibly come out of that day of tragedy.

Six weeks later, our son was born after seventeen grueling hours of labor. He was seriously and unexpectedly ill. To put it simply, he was born with a broken heart. Suddenly, the grief of an unspeakable tragedy was eclipsed by the fear of losing our first child.

***

Even now, I think of September 11th and it brings me to tears. I think of those family members, those friends, the brave souls who tried to save them and lost their lives. Those terrible losses will never be returned.

Even now, I remember the scent of burning things, the look of bewilderment on the faces of my colleagues that got ready to heal and had no one to save.

Even now, I sometimes wonder what I have done, bringing children into a world so filled with hate that such a thing could happen.

And yet, even now, as I look on the face of a beautiful, healthy, brilliant son who's about to turn ten years old, do I realize that there are far bigger things in the world worth holding on to.

Community.

Hope.

And above all else, love.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Author Spotlight: Alex J. Cavanaugh Tackles the Pluto Question

Hey! Hope you all are having a snarfingly good first week of September. Please welcome today's author, Alex!

Alex J. Cavanaugh is a fan of all things science fiction, his interests range from books and movies to music and games, and he covers those topics on his blog. His first book, CassaStar, was released last fall and is available in trade paperback and all eBook formats. The sequel, CassaFire, comes out next February.

Life and Writing: How do you manage to do so much in 24 hours?

Years of honing my Ninja skills! That, and I get to blog from work, which really helps.

Writing Miscellany: Is there a different genre you might like to try and write someday?

I enjoy reading fantasy and might eventually tackle that genre. A really original idea needs to hit first.

Random or Weird Question: What is your opinion on Pluto no longer being a planet?

I’m appalled! Terrible news. How is Mickey Mouse going to break the news to his dog?

(Okay. So if Pluto's not a planet, it still doesn't answer the other mystery question that has addled my brain since kidlethood. What the heck is Goofy?)



CassaFire, coming February 2012

Come visit Alex at his blog and on Twitter!

Got any questions for Alex? Shoot. :)

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

It's fun to stay at the Y-A-M-C!


I'm writing a MG novel right now, but I have to admit, I miss having a YA main character.

I remember why I first starting writing YA. I liked imagining a time when a person starts to truly realize who they are, and what their place is in the world.

What choices will change the course of their entire lives?

What will that first kiss be like?

Will those annoying zits ever go away?

(As a gal nearing twenty thirty forget it, I have an answer to that. NEVER. What the heck is up with that?)

Anyway, do you like writing YA? If not, will you? Or do you have a favorite YA book that you adore?

Either way, welcome to the Y-A-M-C!

Also, take a moment to stop by Laura's blog where she answers Sarah's Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog question: "How do you develop your characters?"
Great question! I can't wait to tackle that one!

Monday, September 5, 2011

Medical Mondays: 'Roid Reactions


Happy Labor Day!

So Stina Lindenblatt asked me: What's the turnaround time for tests to prove illegal steroids were being used? The answer was probably a 1-2 weeks, as it isn't a common test doctors have in their labs. But the subject got me thinking about illegal steroid use.

Anabolic (tissue-building) Androgenic (male growth) steroids are hormones that mimic natural male hormones. People can take them via pills, patches, creams, and injections.

Obvious effects include:
  • increase in muscle mass
  • lowered voice
  • increased red blood cell production
  • increased libido
  • increased hair growth (chest, limbs, pubic area)
But there are a lot of downsides. Did you know it could also cause the following?
  • gynecomastia (breast development--caused by excess testosterone being shuttled into estrogen production)
  • low sperm counts (again, due to hormone imbalances) and infertility
  • acne
  • shrinking testicles
  • accelerated baldness
  • worsened cholesterol
  • abnormal buildup of heart muscle, which could lead to arrhythmia and sudden death
  • coronary artery disease and heart attacks
  • psychiatric effects, such as mania, violence, aggression ('roid rage), depression, suicide
  • liver damage (if taking steroid pills)
And interestingly, in adolescents, it can cause growth plates to close early, leading to stunted growth.

Steroids are dangerous stuff. If your characters are using steroids, remember some of those less-commonly known effects as well!

If you've got a fictional medical question, let me know! Post below or email me at
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Also, don't forget to stop by Laura Diamond's Mental Health Mondays and Sarah Fine's The Strangest Situation for great psychiatric and psychological viewpoints on all things literary

Friday, September 2, 2011

Author Spotlight: Lynn Rush Tempts Me To Pilfer Liquid Nitrogen


Please welcome Lynn Rush to this week's Author Spotlight! Okay Lynn. We'd all like to learn a little something about you, so take it away. :)

The Writing Process: When writing, noise, silence, music, people around?

Music, most definitely. Skillet, Red, P!nk…those are good ones to start with. Throw in a little Lady Antebellum, Decyfer Down, Evanescence and Adele and I’m set for hours!


The Publishing Process: How long from concept to contract?

(Both in terms of months/years and also number of rejections!) December 2009 I wrote the novel. Signed the contract March 11th 2011. One rejection.


Writing Miscellany: What is the oddest thing you've done for research?

Called a locksmith and asked him if I froze the dial on a safe would it break and let me in. He laughed, then I told him I’m a writer and my 17 year old character can stream ice and snow from her fingers and needs to break into a safe. He was so sweet. I think he thought I was a crank call at first.


(Ah. But what's the answer, Lynn? Is it possible? Don't make me experiment with liquid nitro, okay? Because it would be more fun than freezing off warts, let me tell ya.)


Random or Weird questions: What's your favorite guilty pleasure?

Right now it’s Milk Duds. For years it was Malted Milk Balls…but I think I OD’d on them. Now I’m loving me some chew caramel and chocolate. YUM!


Crescent Moon Press, 2011


Book Blurb:

Bound by the blood contract his human mother signed four centuries ago, half-demon, David Sadler, must obey his demonic Master’s order to capture fifteen-year-old Jessica Hanks. But as he learns more about her, he realizes she may be the key to freedom from his demonic enslavement.

The only obstacle—Jessica’s distractingly beautiful Guardian, Rebeka Abbott. He must not give in to their steamy chemistry, or he will lose his humanity. But fresh off a quarter millennia of sensory deprivation as punishment for not retrieving his last target, he may not be able to resist temptation long enough to save what’s left of his human soul.


Available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble


You can follow Lynn on Facebook and definitely stop by her blog, Catch the Rush.

One last tidbit to last into the Labor day weekend...
Lynn is giving away a copy of her book to one of the lucky people leaving comments! Print book for US residents, or an e-book if the winner is international. Spread the word!
 
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