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Heart of Flame blog tour - Day 1

Frederick Arthur Bridgeman: The Siesta (1878)

Oh my goodness, it's January 2012 already! The partying has finished and we're all probably feeling hungover, literally or emotionally  - and here I am to bang on about my Arabian Nights novel Heart of Flame. Don't  worry:  I'm going to be gentle with you – at least to start with, heh heh...

First, let me tempt you to come on over to Jeremy Edwards' blog for a little lie down on the Sofa of Pleasure.

That post over at Jeremy's is the first in my Red Letter Blog Tour. Follow that tour this week and look for the Red Letter buried in each post. Note them down, and at the end of this week you'll have a chance to win a mystery prize!

Feeling invigorated now? Concurrently with the Red Letter Blog Tour, I'm going to be touring all over the place on the Heart of Flame blog tour, which has been arranged by Goddess Fish – starting today over at Carrie Ann Ryan's, where I'm talking about balancing strong heroes and heroines. Follow that tour, post a comment on any one of those blogs in the next two weeks, and you'll be entered into a draw for a different prize – in this case, a free e-copy of The King's Viper.

Good luck! See you around, I hope!
More tour links tomorrow!

Heart of Flame on sale from Samhain

Take a deep breath...

... because my two blog tours for Heart of Flame kick off tomorrow. Yes, two.

So, for the  next couple of weeks I can promise Victorian Orientalist art, prize giveaways, and me wandering all over t'Internet talking about subjects that may (or may not) have anything to do with my novel, and slowly going more and more bonkers...
;-)

Pop by this blog each day to find out my next stop!

"I am just going outside. I may be some time." - Captain Oates

2011 in the rearview mirror

My fave Eyecandy of 2011. Probably.
Blimey, I don't know about you, but 2011 seems to have shot past for me. No word of a lie, I still have a Xmas card from 2010 by the phone, which says "We must meet up again in 2011: ring this number and we'll sort out dinner sometime." And no, I never did get round to it. Bad Janine!  :-(

Anyway, here's the annual roundup...

Best movie? Not a bad year for the cinema at all - I saw 31 films and though there were a couple of disappointments, the quality of entertainment was pretty good overall. The ones I enjoyed most were...


127 Hours (I loved this film!)Troll HunterSucker Punch (which wins the prize for making me think most)True Grit
Best Music?   I have to confess that the CD I listened to most all year was The best of Simple Minds. And I like them more now than I did back in the '80s!
The new song that had me dancing in the (supermarket) aisles was this, rather bizarrely:


Best book?


Tales of Wonder by Jane Yolen. Somehow I managed to miss this completely when it first appeared in the 1980s, and now it's out of print. Found in a charity bookshop, and oh - what a find! I think her short story skills are incredible.

Best TV?


It has to be Spartacus - first Blood and Sand, then Gods of the Arena, which was even better. Loved it to bits. How could it be possible to have more fun in front of a television, eh?

2011 was also the Year of Fruit. Thanks to an incredibly early Spring here, and a summer of sun and showers, I managed to harvest wild plums, chequers, raspberries, blackberries and cob-nuts. An amazing bounty :-)


Here's hoping for a fruitful 2012 for all of us!
Happy New Year!

He knows the score

I went to see Nine Lessons and Carols for Godless People again this year - and LOOK!  IT'S ALAN MOORE!

I had a nerdgasm :-)

Eyecandy Monday

  "Ooh, I could just do with a bit of Xmas pudding now."
How are you, peeps? Survived Xmas okay then? We ate way past the limits of sanity, I'm afraid. Mango & nut roast, and asparagus loaf and all the trimmings ... followed by two puds.
Here's the recipe for Mr Ashbless' Annual Xmas Lime Pie, made on special request for Lucilla, who doesn't do other desserts. It is simple, yet wonderful:
Ingredients 200g packet of ginger biscuits (ginger snaps?)50g butter500g marscapone cheese40g icing sugar2 limes Method: Crush the ginger biscuits, using either a food processor, or extreme violence and a rolling pin. Melt the butter and mix with the ginger crumbs, then press into the bottom of a flan dish to make a base. Mr Ashbless goes for a 24cm dish but you may prefer your pie deeper and narrower.Zest and juice the limes.Beat together lime zest and juice with the cheese and sifted icing sugar.  Spread over the ginger biscuit base.Chill for 30 mins.Decorate with grated chocolate. Or sugared white grapes. Or don't bother, just eat :-)
This is the only thing that the dogs never get to taste at Xmas, because there's never any left over.:-)

Merry Xmas!

Careful with those hot bulbs...!

Here's wishing every one of you a happy holiday period, with warmth and joy and peace, and a whole New Year to look forward to.

I'll leave you with that rarest of things - an Xmas song that's actually really good. It's by Chris Squire and Alan White of Yes and it's twenty years old - so how come I never heard it until yesterday?

Sinbad

In Heart of Flame my hero, Rafiq, is based on the archetype character Sinbad, so I thought I'd post some eyecandy Sinbad pics from various movies. In the original stories from The One Thousand and One Nights , he's a merchant with a habit of getting shipwrecked and not making it home for years. In the film and TV interpretations he's rather more heroic and less incompetent. And he always gets the girl :-)



This picture shows Douglas Fairbanks Junior from the 1947 Sinbad the Sailor, in seriously dodgy technicolor. Hot Hero Rating: Ugh. Why did heroes in those days look so old? (He was 38 when this was made. He just looks like a bank manager in his fifties.) Monster rating: there aren't any in the movie.


Dale Robertson in 1955 movie Son of Sinbad (also called Sinbad, ahem). Hot Hero Rating: Um ...okay. Monster rating: none, still, and much of the content of this movie can be surmised by this shot of sidekick hero Vincent Price trying to free this young lady from her pointy-breasted harem outfit and even more unlikely shoes.


Woohooo! Sinbad leaves home! Ray Harryhausen hoves into view!


Kerwin Matthews in The 7th Voyage of Sinbad (1958). Hot Hero Rating: Um ... okay. Monsters: Yes! Giant two-headed rocs, an animated skeleton, a dragon and a cyclops!


The dragon and the cyclops fight! Oh, I'm in stop-motion heaven.


John Philip Law in The Golden Voyage of Sinbad (1974). Hot Hero Rating: Yeah, pretty hot actually, although the medallions are getting insanely big by this point. Monsters: a cyclops/centaur, a giant animated statue of Kali, some other stuff but nobody remembers what, because we were all staring at CAROLINE MUNRO'S COSTUME:


Holy cow. My eyeballs have melted. Let's just sit here for a few moments...


Patrick Wayne in the 1977 Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger. Hot Hero Rating: Oh good grief no, not with that hair. He's not even as hot as the Minoton, and he's only mechanical:


Phwor. Another nail in the coffin of my sexual conformity.
Monsters: under-used.

Zen Gesner in The Adventures of Sinbad (1996-8). Hot Hero Rating: Please, bring back Xena: warrior princess.


Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas (2003). Hot Hero Rating: Hell yes - despite the peculiar lack of underarm hair. And he's got Brad Pitt's voice! Monsters: Didn't notice anything but the Sirens, because I was too busy grousing that SINBAD IS SUDDENLY NOT ARABIC ANYMORE, IS HE? HE'S GREEK, EH? WHAT, WE'VE DECIDED TO PRETEND THE MIDDLE EAST NEVER EXISTED, JUST BECAUSE WE'VE INCONVENIENTLY GONE TO WAR THERE?


Manu Bennett in Sinbad and the Minotaur (2010). Hot Hero Rating: Look, it's Crixus from Spartacus! I've seen his willy! Monsters: It's not a minotaur, it's a bull. And I haven't watched this DVD because I saw the trailer and it looks crap.


Elliot Knight in this, due out from Sky TV in 2012, I believe. Hot Hero Rating: Looks interesting ... but why does he look so young?
;-)

Heart of Flame - excerpt

Yes, it's out today! Heart of Flame is now available in a range of electronic formats (including Adobe and  Mobipocket/Kindle) from Samhain Publishing, for $3.85.

Am I happy? Yes I am! This is my first publication through Samhain, and it's also my first adventure-romance novel. Yes, that's right: it's not erotica. Which means, for those of you who are familiar with my other work, it's not wall-to-wall sex scenes. I mean, there is still quite a bit of sex, and that sex is hot, but there's also much more room for plot. And frantic running around the Middle East, trying to stay alive and get to the next bit of the plot. And monsters.  

There are many monsters. That makes me happy.

I wrote this book imagining how it would look if it were filmed in a good old-fashioned Thief of Baghdad style, with awesome Technicolor matte scenery, and stop-motion effects by Ray Harryhausen :-D

And yes, because it's one of my romances, the heroes and heroines get the stuffing kicked out of them on a regular basis. But it's rather more upbeat than The King's Viper , in case you were worrying!

So here's an excerpt from near the beginning of the book. Taqla the Sorceress has just fallen in with handsome merchant-traveller Rafiq, whilst wandering through the bazaar in Damascus. They get into a brawl with some of Rafiq's rivals and she helps him, before they flee together over the rooftops. The thing is, Taqla is in magical disguise as a man. Rafiq doesn't know who she really is, and can't be allowed to find out.

Nobody can ever be allowed to find out...


"Where—where now?" A glance told her that this was a big building they were on, square in form but hollowed around a central courtyard. There was no obvious stair down. And their pursuers had not given up. The head of their leader bobbed into view over the first roof.

Rafiq didn't answer. He just went to the edge overlooking the central courtyard, squinted down, then turned and dropped to his belly and slid his legs over into the void. He hung there for a moment, lurched down until he was hanging by his hands, then disappeared from sight.

What? Taqla mouthed, aghast. Is this normal? she wanted to demand—Did every Dimashqan man take to scrambling over the rooftops like an ape at the slightest provocation? Was she just supposed to follow him?
 

She didn't have much choice. Gritting her teeth, she did as Rafiq had done—and found, below the roofline,  complex decorative piercework in wood, which allowed her to swing down onto the upper-storey balcony below. She nearly pulled her arms from their sockets doing it, and she cursed her sheltered upbringing.
 
"Quick." Rafiq signalled her into a doorway and they plunged into the building's interior. The shuttered rooms were in darkness and filled with sagging baskets and dusty bales, the finely tiled walls not making up for the reek of rat urine. Taqla knew what was going on—there were many grand old houses like this in the city nowadays. When the seat of the caliphate was moved from Dimashq to Baghdad, many of the wealthiest families had abandoned the city, locking up their houses and leaving them to decay under the care of a lone watchman. Squatters had moved into some buildings, others were used as storage spaces or stables. This one looked and smelled like it was full of sheep's fleeces all quietly rotting away in the gloom.
 
Voices and scuffling suggested their pursuers were not far behind. Rafiq drew his scimitar.
 
"No!" breathed Taqla warningly.
 
"No witnesses here," he whispered. But he relented with a shrug and pushed her into the angle behind a cupboard door in a dark corner, backing in after her as the voices grew louder. It was almost pitch black, to Taqla's discomfort, and a shelf dug into her spine. Worse, it was an extremely confined space. As Rafiq squeezed in after her with his scimitar held at the ready, his back pressed up against her chest, radiating heat. She could smell his skin and his sweat over the general miasma of dry rot, and it smelled good in a way she was not ready for—hauntingly, disconcertingly good. She could feel the movement of his muscles through his clothes and it made her own muscles quiver and clench. She shrank away desperately, trying to minimise contact, but it was too late, her panicked mental efforts were not enough. Even as they both held their breath and as footfalls echoed in the chamber outside, the spell of shaping cracked into a thousand pieces and the form of Zahir abd-Umar dissolved into her own. The pain in her ear vanished. Bones shortened. Male muscle softened to feminine curves. Her bare nipples pressed against his shirt and she felt them pucker and harden at the contact.
 
Taqla prayed that Rafiq wouldn't notice.

Copyright © 2011 Janine Ashbless



Another excerpt is available on the Samhain site too.

Eyecandy Monday

 Ludwig Deutsch: A Palace Guard (1892)
Heart of Flame is published TOMORROW!I'm ...scared ... but happy. Oh so happy! I want to give this book a big proud hug :-)
There will be a blog tour - two blog tours, in fact - but not yet. I'm not cluttering up your Xmas internet/headspace with my wittering on. That all kicks off in January once everyone is fed up of snow and turkey and gin, and they might be in the mood for sand and Turks and djinn.
In the meantime, there's the book itself ... and an excerpt on this blog tomorrow.
:-)

Hitch

 
Will be missed.