The Next Big Thing

Kasia James, one of my favorite writers and bloggers, tagged me for the next big thing, a tag-you’re-it game among writers on the web.  copy-firesofjustice_msr.jpgI’d love to retag Kasia, whose lovely book, The Artemis Effect, offers a hopeful post apocalyptic quest for survival following a natural disaster.  As an optimist by nature, I appreciate a book that reinforces my long term hopes for humanity. That also explains my love of Star Trek but that’s for another blog.

In addition to Kasia’s wonderful book, I’ve got a host of crit partners whose works I have no doubts what so ever you will all enjoy.  Here goes in alphabetical order:

  • Sarah Cass, Masked Hearts. I was lucky enough to critique this poignant, deep and wonderful book. Historical romance fans, this one’s for you.
  • Tonya Cannariato, Dust to Blood. Smart, fun, and thought provoking book mixes history, mythology and fantasy. Unique  mixing of genres and very, very cool.
  • Fiona Druce, Ace’s Wild. Want to fall off the couch laughing, get sassed by the heroine and get your happy ending. Go no further.
  • Jennifer James, Hunger Embraced.   Hold onto your hat for this fast paced, funny, and very smexy paranormal romance. The heroine is a succubus, the hero a vampire, need I say more.
  • Ellie Heller, A Matter of Fate. Enter a creative, new paranormal world, full of imagination, romance and one sexy hero. ~sigh~
  • Milly Taiden, Wolf Protector. This sexy paranormal suspense is just the thing to spice up your night or your day, or whenever you need it.

Now, I get to answer several questions about my current book.

What is the title of your book? Fires of Justice

Where did the idea for the book come from? A curiosity to merge western myth of witches and shifters with eastern philosophy centered on the elements and energy.

What genre does your book fall under? Paranormal romance

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? Scarlett Johannsen and Jeremy Renner because I loved their chemistry in The Avengers.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?  Forced to mate to undertake a task required by the guardians, a witch and shifter must overcome their past to cleanse the magic in the world and learn to love again.

Who published your book?  Ellora’s Cave.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? Its a novella, but I write in bits, so probably five months.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?  It’s part of a series by Ellora’s Cave called Hex Appeal. Most of the books in that series have similar elements.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?  My favorite character is the guardian, Argenta, who forces our couple to work together. When she pops in, she steals the scene. Below is her description.

The unsmoked cheroot always dangling from her mouth, the white flannel nightgown that hovered midcalf to make sure everyone got a good look at those muddied combat boots, laces untied. Disheveled silver hair stuck out in odd clumps around her head, creating a wild halo effect around the unending wrinkles that crisscrossed her face. She could choose any avatar in the universe and she opted for defiant old prune.

Sabrina

What Author Do I Want to Be? I've Got To Be Me

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The topic of the next two weeks is:  Which author did you or do you secretly want to be and why?

Whether its arrogance, stubbornness or plain stupidity, I don't have any particular desire to be another author. There are certainly other writers I like and learn from, but that's a far cry from wanting to be them. For my own sanity, I focus on being the best I can be. 

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Over at Darker Temptations today. The topic: Which Author do I or did I secretly want to be.

The Warrior Goddess Ebay Auction: Fighting Cancer on Mother’s Day

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Happy Mother’s Day all.

As the daughter and granddaughter of cancer survivors and a person who lost her father and grandfathers to cancer, participating on the the Warrior Goddess’ Ebay Auction to support cancer survivors is a perfect, poignant way for me to start my mother’s day. Those amazing ladies put together auctions filled with books, swag and other gifts that readers enjoy. I’m offering an ecopy of Fires of Justice and some swag as part of the event.

The auction starts today, May 12 and lasts through May 18. Drop on by.

Meet me where I am, and I’m not on a street corner

street cornerIn a past post I questioned why I seemed to be giving less to the homeless who wait with hands out on the street corners–both walking and driving.  Something happened today, juxtaposed to some conversations I’d been having at work, and I had one of those blinding flashes of insight. I realized that  I’m not on a street corner–I’m never really on a street corner. Clear as mud, right.
 

Let’s start with the trigger event. Heading toward a meeting out of the office, I had to navigate through several street corners of those super enthusiastic youth with matching shirts and clipboards pushing their priority causes?  If you live in a city, you know what I mean.  They usually want you to sign a petition, give money, or just be informed about [Fill in Cause Here].  I respect their enthusiasm and envy their energy.  And many of their causes are worthy. And here’s the insight. It’s not the message or even the extent of the need, but its simply when you want me to give (money or time), you need to ask me where I am. And I am never on a street corner.

 

What does that mean? Good question. Let me explain.

 

Now that I’m older, with many more responsibilities, my life is tightly orchestrated–very tightly orchestrated. I don’t stop during my work week. If I’m on the street or in the car, I am in motion–moving from one place to the other.  My conscious mind centers first on navigating the path, then secondarily on where I am going and what I will be doing when I get there. This is not the time to sell me something–and yes, all that stuff on the street corner is a form of selling.

 

To convince me to do something, you have got to meet me where I am, and my mind is never on that street corner. I have no internal proclivity to be convinced or even to stop at listen at that time. You may be able to stick something in my hand– a holiday safety card, a free box of cheerios, but it needs to be doable while I am in motion.

 

So I’m not getting less giving. In fact, if I look at my acts of charity over the past few years, I’m giving more.  It’s just really hard to get my attention when I am heading somewhere else.  That is another tragedy of the cashless, cashfree society. Those who need most, have to ask where those are least likely to be heard.  :(

Branching Out: Starbound Lovers Here I Come

Hello Everyone,

My day life has been chaotic of late–that good chaos that keeps you busy, energized and engaged, but tired and time-stealing.  With April over, and three major meetings behind me now, I should be returning to what looks like routine, or at least the illusion of it.  I am thrilled to announce that in addition to my personal blog here, and my twice monthly visit to Darker Temptations, a multi-author paranormal-centered blog with a lot of erotic and a little scifi thrown in. If you haven’t visited, its worth it for the visit for the photos alone.  The writing is ace.

I’ve also joined Starbound Lovers

, A blog for science fiction romance.  My writing is heading there big time, and I am a firm believer in diving in early.  I’m over there today, talking about when the scifi bug first bit.  Hope to see you there.

Cover Reveal: Next Move

HERE IT IS

My New Book Cover

Designed by Michelle B. and Syneca at Ellora’s Cave

Coming soon to an e-reader near you.

Yowza

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Here’s the blurb in progress

Sometimes the greatest obstacles to love are the walls that guard your own heart…

Chamber of Commerce President and single mother Jocelyn Wade plays to win—in the boardroom, at local politics and for her daughter.   With an overloaded life and a heart scarred shut, she does not do relationships, ever. Until Jared Wyatt, the hot out-of-town fling she can’t seem to forget, swaggers into her life with a different agenda—making Jocelyn his own.

Surviving a shattered marriage, Jared had sworn off women until a night of unparalleled passion with Jocelyn reawakens needs he thought long gone. When a new job as high school athletic director  lands him in Jocelyn’s town, where sports and business rule, he must stay one move ahead of her in the game to win her body and heart.

After rancorous local politics upends their game board, they both must learn to trust again or lose a second chance at love.

Kick ass women, technology and the male anatomy. Don't you just love scifi, fantasy and PNR?

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My first novella is paranormal, I have another PNR drafted and my current WIP is science fiction.  Why do I love these genre's so much?  The easy answer is imagination.  These types of stories let your mind (and body) explore infinite places, experience countless possibilities, meet species whose cultural norms  both tantalize and terrify. In sum, they force us to consider what it means to be human when conditions change, to continuously recognize that there is not just one way to be, to look, to behave, to think, to feel. 

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I'm blogging at Darker Temptations today on why I love scifi, fantasy and paranormal genres both as a writer and a reader. Love to hear why you do?

Come Get Lost In A Story With Me

Hi all,

I’m spending the day with Alexa Bourne at the fabulous Get Lost in a Story Blog.  Come visit and chat. There are giveaways but we’re talking books, villains and my next book (yes its coming).  Love to see you.

 

The inconvenience of charity: How do you give in a cash free, cash less society?

atm and debit cardSometimes it feels like the needs of others are squeezing me to pieces.  Take last weekend.  While I was parked at a red light, an older woman came knocking on my window, sign in hand, Three children, please give.  My daughter freaked out in the back telling me I had to give, there were three children, and the woman, I swear, gave me the evil eye or that might have been my guilt looking back at me.  Be that as it may, I have no cash. I rarely use it and I don’t carry it.  I’m debit card dependent, partially out of laziness, and partially out of the real need to make ends meet every paycheck. Using the debit card helps me do that (I also check my bank account at minimum every other day to see how I’m doing).

 

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And its not as if that’s the only homeless person I pass. I work in the city, live in an inner ring suburb. The homeless are a part of the fabric of my existence, like a streetlamp or a fire hydrant, I pass them every day, sometimes greet them, sometimes no, sometimes give if its one of the few days I have dollars in my pocket, mostly not. But they are human, and they have needs, and it could be me.

 

And I have no idea what to do, never have. If there had been blogs oh so many years ago when I first moved to the city as an idealist youth out to save the world, I would have written the same thing. I remember the regulars on my regular walk to work–the baby bag lady who was only a few years older than me, black hair down to her ass and a cup held out.  The Cup held his out with an arrogant jut of his wide chin, daring you to fill it. And the would-be professional, who each week put a sign next his cup–please give I need a ____ for a job interview, the fill-in changed periodically from brief case to shoes to shirt to jacket.  Back then, I gave–often. I kept change in my pocket to be able to do so–back when change and not dollars actually added up and could at least buy a loaf of bread.   It was more a part of my psyche, the way my life was structured with some cash and change always in my pocket.

 

What happened?  Did I get colder and harder with my own economic struggles.  Is it age? Or is it the fact that I don’t carry cash enough to explain it?  Probably not, but why is it so hard to give to the guy on the street with a cup and so much easier to swipe my debit card for a nonprofit that provides help for the homeless?  Any thoughts?

Sass, Snark and Serendipity Blog Hop: Aces Wild, Ready to Play?

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Welcome to the book release blog hop for my buddy and crit partner Fiona Druce. The woman writes dragons and paranormal romance, totally after my own heart.  And she’s hilarious, fall off the couch, stitches down the side, funny.  And did I mention there are giveaways. Read on.

The blog theme–snarky heroines, sassy friends, and serendipitous encounters that lead to romance–honors Ace, the seriously snarky, sassy heroine and blinding light of Ace’s Wild.ACESWILD_200x300

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More snarky-than-sweet Southern girl Acacia “Ace” Stanning has never been anyone’s ideal anything. Not for a lack of trying, of course.

Dark, mysterious, and utterly frustrating hottie Val Draig has always been quite the opposite. Without even an attempt at trying. Except that whole being-a-dragon bit. And the violent bloody war bit. And the fact that simply by knowing him, Ace is now drawn kicking and screaming into a secret battle between two warring dragon factions.

Then Val told her she was his ideal everything.

Now, because he loves her, a whole group of dragons want her dead. And those are the good guys.

The bad guys want both Ace and Val’s entire clan wiped from existence. To stop the bloodshed, she and Val will unravel a hidden past only to discover a future together is the key to their survival.

Ace may not be ideal, but who she is may just be wild enough to work.

Buy it here.

Visit Fiona at her website,  on twitter, or on facebook.

Since Ace could use a snarky friend who gets the trials and tribulations of hanging out with dragon types, I’m connecting her up with Calista, the fires witch heroine of Fires of Justice and sassy, snark in her own right.  Take a look at Calista’s sassy self.

“You’re one sexy dude but not much fun. How’d you get so cold for a fire elemental?”

“This isn’t a game, witch. Let’s go upstairs and get it over with.”

This joker needed to lighten up. She was not having sex with the ice giant here, no matter what vows she made and how tasty he looked.

Knuckles pressed to her forehead, chest flung out, she arched back and heaved an exaggerated sigh. “What, no courtship, no flowers, no moonlit strolls on the beach? Not even my ex-lover’s heart on a plate? I. Am. Appalled. Have the guardian send me a new marked one, immediately.”

“If it were up to me, witch, you’d have one. I’m under orders, as are you.”

“Hey, grumpy, do I strike you as a woman who takes orders?” She scanned him up and down, her eyes lingering on some of his juicier parts. “Although with the right incentive, I might consider it, say, handcuffs? Do marked ones use toys or is it straight-up, standard fare?”

His bottom lip twitched, a hint of a curl teased the edges despite his best efforts to suppress it. “I used to like sassy redheads.”

How about you. Who’s your favorite snarky and/or sassy heroine, hero or sidekick? Comment for a chance to win lots of stuff.

Possible prizes include copies of Aces Wild, Fires of Justice, Hunger Embraced by Jennifer James, Books I and II of Tonya Cannariato’s Red Slaves Trilogy and some great swag. I cannot get a rafflecopter onto my site, so click over to Fiona’s place so you can play along.


Sabrina Garie is on a journey to create the most kick-ass heroine in romance fiction. You can meet the first heroine in Fires of Justice at Elloras Cave, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.