Author Joya Ryan - Excerpt from Capture Me Slowly

Posted on Friday, January 31, 2014 8:54 AM
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“What’s going on, Emma?” His tone was a little softer and he took a step toward me.
Something in my eyes kind of hurt and felt a bit more moister than usual. Shit, all these feelings and lack of sleep probably made me look like a sad sack.
Something Rhys was obviously picking up on, because he softened even more and asked, “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
My automatic self-defense mode kicked in and I found my voice. “What? Why would you think that?”
“Because I caught you. Trying to break in. To my hotel room.”
The way he stated the obvious—something I had yet to acknowledge myself—for the second time in two minutes made me realize that I must really be sounding crazy. But I couldn’t tell him the truth. That I was desperate for a night to hide away, to explore that charm and intensity I had gotten a glimpse of all those weeks ago.
That wasn’t really an option at the moment. Yes, I came here to see him, but I couldn’t really admit that now. And I definitely couldn’t tell him the whole truth, not without putting him in danger too.
“Did you come here to see me—”
“You wish,” I said, cutting him off, feeling like my pride was suddenly in jeopardy.
“I was going to say, did you come here to see me so I could help you with something? But now that you mention it,” he stepped closer, “yes, I do wish. Every damn day since you stood me up.”
The way his rough voice rolled over every vowel with the slightest east coast drawl made me want to catch every word with my teeth and swallow them down . . . preferably while his lips were against mine.
Casual, Wade. Keep it casual.
“I had stuff to do,” I offered before I lost the ability to speak. Rhys was the only man who’d ever made me feel so . . . uneasy. Scratch that. He was the only man who made me feel uneasy without inspiring fear. He was hard, strong; just the size of him could be off-putting, but instead of being nervous, I was anxious. Anxious to know what it felt like to have that kind of strength, that ability to be effortlessly intimidating.
Only problem was, I wasn’t intimidated. I was turned on. Like I always was the moment he stepped into my space.

Loren Mathis

Guest Post - Author Chris Pownall

Posted on Friday, January 24, 2014 12:01 AM
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Denis Varley

Denis was a fitter and very popular amongst his peers. You could see that Mr King liked Denis and I believe there was a little bit of favouritism in the work that Denis was given.

Denis had served in the Royal Navy and had lots of good stories to tell. He was mad on fishing and spent much of his spare time trying to catch a record breaking, specimen Mirror or Crucian carp. He was a bit of a rogue and admitted to catching the occasional duck from the small lake in Macclesfield South Park. He would cast a piece of dry bread to float on the surface of the water and when a Mallard duck took the bait, he would haul it in, pull its neck, and place the dead bird in his fishing basket, hopefully when no one was looking.

I spent a couple of years of my apprenticeship working with Denis and every day there would be some tale to tell from his colourful past. I remember when his mother-in-law died and his wife insisted on the body lying at rest at their home in Macclesfield, for a few days prior to the funeral. They laid the old girl out on a trestle table in the front room, and all seemed well until one morning when Denis’ wife went to check on her mother and she was horrified to find that the pet cat had somehow been shut in the room overnight. The cat was smacking its lips and when Denis’ wife looked more closely, she was distraught to discover that the cat had virtually chewed off one of the old girls big toes.

Denis loved to tell this story, which must have been true. There were two other tales that have stayed in my memory, one being a time he was hard up for money, and when he visited a post box to send a letter, he inadvertently posted his last ten-shilling note, together with the letter. Apparently, the ten-shilling note had been loose in the pocket where he had put the letter. As he was placing the letter into the slot in the post box, he just caught sight of his last ten bob note, but it was too late to stop it entering the post box.

He said he was so annoyed that he couldn’t be arsed to contact the post office and thought the postman would appreciate an unexpected treat, when he came to empty the post box at collection time.

Denis was a very skillful welder and one day he brought a gold ring to work that had been broken. He had managed to obtain a small piece of gold wire and his intention was to repair the gold ring with a neat weld, followed by some fine polishing. He consulted with Johnnie Bradley who was also an accomplished welder. Between them they decided which if any flux should be used to ensure a secure bond at the welded joint.

Denis fitted the smallest jet into the oxyacetylene welding torch, donned the protective eye goggles, and he was about ready to proceed with this delicate operation. By this time, a small crowd had gathered in anticipation of what might happen. The general consensus was that welding gold was a specialised procedure, requiring something much less intense than an industrial gas welding set up.

The flame was lit and Denis adjusted the oxygen and acetylene controls to provide the lowest possible flame. He stood the gold ring on a clean steel plate and very carefully, he directed the heat to where he was intending to deposit the additional metal, from his short length of gold wire.

You could have heard a pin drop, and apart from the gentle hiss of the gas flame there was complete silence. Nothing seemed to be happening, and I was closely observing the proceedings by viewing through a hand held welding glass. When welding ferrous metals you can judge the temperature of the metal by a change in colour. Denis quickly discovered that there was no such indication of temperature change from a gold ring. The process continued with the odd sarcastic comment from onlookers and then, there was an amazing development. Everyone jumped away, as a loud explosion occurred. There was a greenish blue flash accompanied by a kind of splattering noise, and the gold ring was gone. We all collapsed in hysterical laughter as Denis searched the welding bench for any remains of his gold ring. Alas it had disintegrated, but full marks to Denis for providing such good entertainment, that I shall never forget.

Author Bio

My personal life has been enriched with a loving wife Pat plus our two children Tracey and Robert. They have shared in my humour and supported me at critical times throughout my long career.
My first two books are autobiographical works with a humorous flavour, and my third book is very different, telling the true-life story about our son Robert, who at the age of 18, suffered a near fatal head injury. The book describes what happened, and the long battle for Rob to regain his life.
I have now written an industrial and social history book, which is due to be published shortly and my ultimate literary amibition is to write a riveting novel.

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Loren Mathis

Guest Post- Author DM Sears

Posted on Friday, January 10, 2014 12:01 AM
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Hello everyone! My name is D.M. Sears, and I am happy to bring you an interview with Eden Knightly from Eden’s Mark. I am sitting in a coffee shop waiting her arrival. Oh, here she comes! Her clothes are so vintage chic! I love it, the holster pants and Kiss tee, epic! The infamous Chuck Taylors, nice!

Eden- Sorry I am late, let me order a tea and we can begin.

Sears- No problem!

(Eden rushes to the counter in a flurry of snow and orders her black tea latte.)
Eden- Okay, I am ready.
(she sips her tea)

Sears- Good morning Eden. Thank you for coming down here to talk with me, I know you have a lot going on right now.

Eden- Well, you know saving the world and all…doesn’t leave much time for a mani pedis, that’s for sure.

Sears- Speaking of saving the world, what a thing to lay on a girl! How are you handling that revelation?

Eden- (scratches her head and flips her hair) I guess, like anybody else would, one day at a time. Sometimes I get a huge sense of being overwhelmed, as if I am too small for such a big destiny.

Sears- That is a HUGE destiny. I would probably roll into a ball and rock myself back to sanity!

Eden- that thought crossed my mind once or twice.

Sears- I must say Eden, you look wonderful pregnant. How do you juggle being a married woman, pregnancy, and following your quest?

Eden-Thank you! Let me say first off, pregnancy is a job all its own! I mean, mine has been great and all, but wow, this little monster grows so much and makes me eat all the time! Married life is nothing like it is in the human world, where we live, we have no time for the honeymoon phase. We spend our time killing shadows and chasing Wielders. I will say that Gregor is probably the best husband ever. He puts up with a lot of mood swings and cravings, not to mention the heart attacks he suffers from my fighting.

Sears-  He seems like the perfect husband fantasy, got any tips on us normal women snagging a man like him?

Eden- (giggling) I don’t know really. Follow your heart for sure, never let yourself think you are not good enough to find someone, because you are.

Sears- What does Valora and Lexington think about all of this?

Eden- Aunt Val knows why I am searching for my mom and dad, she also understands the reason I married Gregor. We were in love, our souls just connected; we couldn’t deny those feelings even if we wanted too. Lex, well, he is still nervous, but knows we can overcome the dark magic. They are a great support team.

Sears- What about Maiya and Koren, they kind of got thrown into this quest.

Eden- That’s no lie. I am so thankful I have them with us. Maiya has the greatest ability, she can sooth with her words, literally. I can’t tell you how many nights I have needed that after watching my group get injured! Koren, he is the happy in our crazy life, nothing gets him down. Their loyalty to the bond of friendship is amazing to me.

Sears- How are you coping with Circenn, she is your grandmother and all.

Eden- Unfortunately, the consort to the evil happens to be my grandmother. That is not something you get over quickly! I have been told she used to be good, once upon a time; she was actually a wonderful person. All I can say is I hope we can maybe help her see that goodness is still inside her.

Sears- Well Eden, I know you have a lot to get back too, any last words for us? Perhaps a sneak peek into Eden’s Darkness?

Eden- I do, Ellethny won’t save itself, and Gregor gets annoyed if I am gone too long, you know Chosen One and all. I will tell you that if you thought the journey was going to be rough, you have no idea. Things get twisted and even more complex in Eden’s Darkness.

Sears- Thank you Eden for talking to us for a little bit. Tell your family and friends we say good luck!

Eden- Will do, bye guys!

There you have it, Eden… wife, soon to be mother, and Chosen One. Hope you enjoyed yourself!

Blurb:

Book One in the Ellethny Series
Eden Arik was a typical teenager who lived the typical teenage life...until the pale eyes showed up in her dreams. The birthmark, Eden had always ignored, burned at the new nightmares, raising questions about her past. Eden finds out she is part witch and fairy that is destined to save a world she never knew existed that inhabits people far more than human. Her only solitude is the woods behind her house where she meets a mysterious stranger with steel eyes. With the help of her guardians, two unlikely shape shifters, and a vampire who can bring her to her knees with one glance, Eden goes on to search the secrets of her past, present, and future. Along her way to discovery, Eden comes across Circenn; her grandmother, consort to the Darkness and the evil magic he possess. Circenn will stop at nothing to bring Eden to the darkness so she can harness her granddaughter's limitless power. Seduction, power, and death pave the way towards Eden's destiny and the fate of Ellethny.
Bio:
I am a simple person who loves simple things. My daughter and I live in a small town and spend our days having fun and laughing. When I am alone, I try to write all the things the voices in my head tell me!
Professionally, I have a degree in Early Childhood and Direct a center for a church. I bake cupcakes on the side, for fun, as if I don't already have enough to do! I watch a lot of movies, read tons of books, and listen music all the time!
My life is blessed beyond measure! 
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Twitter: @DMSears1

Loren Mathis

TWITTER WINTER BLOG HOP

Posted on Wednesday, January 1, 2014 1:00 AM
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Author Tianna Holley tagged me on Twitter for a blog hop, and you can find her answers to these questions on her blog.  You can also find her on Twitter as @holley_tianna.  Below are my answers to the questions. To complete my part in the blog hop, I will have to find five other random authors on Twitter to tag, and so the cycle goes on.
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What are You Writing?
I am working on the third novel in my SEAL Team 14 Series, tentatively called Deep Cover.   

How Does This Differ From Your Last Work?
My last work was Swift Strike, Vol. 2 in my SEAL Team 14 Series. Swift Strike is set in present day Somalia and chronicles the foiling of an intricate terror plot. Deep Cover continues my SEAL Team 14 Series but has an entirely different plot than the previous novel. Deep Cover involves SEAL Team 14's attempt to stop a terrorist group's plan to create an novel weapon involving gallium arsenide technology. Deep Cover is largely set in Kashmir, India.

Why Do You Write?
I write because I wanted to put pen to paper on all of the stories floating around in my head! I love to create fun stories for people to escape into--even if for a moment.

What is Your Process?
I don't have a set process for writing. However, I usually do some sort of a story outline and character map. I am also the most productive when I write in the evening with a cup of hot coffee to keep me company!.


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