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May 7, 2012
Reviews, News, & Interviews for the Demimonde!
Today, I put myself into solitary confinement to get BLOOD RUSH polished up and ready to go.
There's a lot at stake on my sequel. It seems my editor, whom we call La Principessa, has grown emotionally attached to my original story. She tells me she loves my book. Well, my book loves her back. The sequal is just as much for her as it is for me, now.
I can't let La Mia Principessa down!
So, I've cut myself off from morning television until the ms is in the mail. I've only missed the first few minutes of Good Morning America and already I am jonesing. How can I go a month without Tweeting @SamChampion? He's my Twitter buddy! We have a THING!
Oh, Blood Rush. You're really going to make me work for it, aren't you...
It's not only La Mia Principessa who wants the book...it's also the head editor. I named her My Lord Editor pretty much right at the beginning of our relationship (come to think of it, I also think I promised her blood and souls in the contract...I better check that thing out again). My Lord Editor has decreed that anyone who's given Bleeding Hearts a favorable review--and there are many of you, *hugs* *MWAH* *squee*--may get a Blood Rush ARC when they come out this Fall. See? I'm not the only one who truly loves and appreciates my Demimonde!
I'm also becoming more Blogger savvy...see the different page tabs at the top of the blog? (Yep, I'm pretty proud of myself, too.) Anyone wishing to receive a copy of Bleeding Hearts in exchange for honest review can find my contact details there. Hit me up any way you want. I'm easy like that.
Since I may receive a review or two this month, I'll be setting up a GOODREADS GIVEAWAY of a print copy of Bleeding Hearts. It'll be up soon and run until the end of May so there's plenty of time for you to enter. I'll post the link as soon as it's up.
Finally, saving the best for last again...Niina of For The Love Of Reading mailed me and said she wanted to chat again. She's posted a lovely review of Bleeding Hearts on her blog last month...take a moment to peek at her beautiful blog! Our conversation was even more fun because I included a sneak peak at Blood Rush. Hope you enjoy it...
Looking forward to lots of writing, lots of editing, and my break on Saturday when I go to see LACUNA COIL...my musical muses. Can. Not. Wait.
(Also, I have pit tickets. I need to remember to wear flat shoes this time.)
Have a great week!
There's a lot at stake on my sequel. It seems my editor, whom we call La Principessa, has grown emotionally attached to my original story. She tells me she loves my book. Well, my book loves her back. The sequal is just as much for her as it is for me, now.
I can't let La Mia Principessa down!
So, I've cut myself off from morning television until the ms is in the mail. I've only missed the first few minutes of Good Morning America and already I am jonesing. How can I go a month without Tweeting @SamChampion? He's my Twitter buddy! We have a THING!
Oh, Blood Rush. You're really going to make me work for it, aren't you...
It's not only La Mia Principessa who wants the book...it's also the head editor. I named her My Lord Editor pretty much right at the beginning of our relationship (come to think of it, I also think I promised her blood and souls in the contract...I better check that thing out again). My Lord Editor has decreed that anyone who's given Bleeding Hearts a favorable review--and there are many of you, *hugs* *MWAH* *squee*--may get a Blood Rush ARC when they come out this Fall. See? I'm not the only one who truly loves and appreciates my Demimonde!
I'm also becoming more Blogger savvy...see the different page tabs at the top of the blog? (Yep, I'm pretty proud of myself, too.) Anyone wishing to receive a copy of Bleeding Hearts in exchange for honest review can find my contact details there. Hit me up any way you want. I'm easy like that.
Since I may receive a review or two this month, I'll be setting up a GOODREADS GIVEAWAY of a print copy of Bleeding Hearts. It'll be up soon and run until the end of May so there's plenty of time for you to enter. I'll post the link as soon as it's up.
Finally, saving the best for last again...Niina of For The Love Of Reading mailed me and said she wanted to chat again. She's posted a lovely review of Bleeding Hearts on her blog last month...take a moment to peek at her beautiful blog! Our conversation was even more fun because I included a sneak peak at Blood Rush. Hope you enjoy it...Looking forward to lots of writing, lots of editing, and my break on Saturday when I go to see LACUNA COIL...my musical muses. Can. Not. Wait.
(Also, I have pit tickets. I need to remember to wear flat shoes this time.)
Have a great week!
May 3, 2012
QueryTracker.net: Headlines and Hooklines: Writing a Press Release
QueryTracker.net: Headlines and Hooklines: Writing a Press Release: Yesterday morning I thought I'd do something nice for my book…so I sent out my press release to almost a dozen newspapers around my area, h...
May 2, 2012
Bleeding Hearts Reviewed at "Once Upon A Quote"
Book blogger (and wonderful new friend) Elodie of the Once Upon A Quote blog has read and reviewed my urban fantasy, Bleeding Hearts: Book One of the Demimonde. Read her four star review!I met Elodie on Goodreads and we struck up a wonderful friendship. She's a French reader who studies English in college and she loves Young Adult books. Her blog is a gorgeous reader's santuary...
I recently supported a Kindles For Kids fundraiser and purchased a few copies of Danyelle Leafty"s book, The Fairy Godmother Dilemma. Since Elodie was hungry for new books, I offered to send her one of the copies as soon as they arrive. My children's school and the local libraries in my area will receive the others (except for the one Danyelle will autograph to me, of course!)
That's my favorite thing about writing and reading...it's all about telling stories to someone, sharing an idea or an experience. Share a book, and you share a communal experience because you both get to "live" the story.
Thank you, Elodie, for reading and sharing my book with me. Thank you for the review and thank you for caring about my book enough to share it with your readers. I cherish it!
And now...back to work on Blood Rush. Elodie wants that book done. :)
April 27, 2012
Welcome, Red Tash! (So Speaketh the Girl With Green Eyes)
Today, Red Tash wants to rip out my heart and stomp on it by reminding me I will NEVER EVER get over Egg Shen, the smexiest magician in Chinatown (and I don't say that just because I have eyes like creamy jade. And I DO.)
However, she's a friend so I don't want her to feel badly...why don't you cozy up to Red while I discreetly look for a tissue and quietly sob my heart out?
Chinatown!
http://youtu.be/DCCryp7E5Es
Recently, I wrote a short story about a mysterious wizard who, through a series of magical events, ends up sweating to the oldies in an exercise studio adjacent the the not-so-mean, but oh-so-fabulous streets of San Francisco. It's called The Wizard Takes a Fitness Class, and it is the sequel to The Wizard Takes a Holiday. I'm not sure what the Wizard is going to “take” next. Perhaps a chance. Hopefully not a trip to the bathroom. Could be a lover. You just never know with this guy.
I threw out some ideas for guest post topics related to The Wizard to our beloved Ash, and she stuck her hand into the hat and pulled out the strip that said “Chinatown.” You gotta respect a lady who ignores “fitness” and “zombies” completely in favor of great shopping and exotic foods. I know I do!
So let's talk about Chinatown, San Francisco Edition, shall we? I've visited more than one “big city” Asian neighborhood, but whenever I hear “Chinatown,” I think of San Fran. I also think of the classic Jack Nicholson flick, and thanks to that highbrow serving of cinematic fare Meet the Parents, I now hear Robert DeNiro's voice in my head vaguely threatening to take the eponymous Focker “down to Chinatown.”
My most memorable trip to Chinatown had nothing to do with anyone's parents, though. It was way before we met the Fockers, no one solved any seedy murders, and I was still too cool to dig a sweaty Kurt Russell in a wife-beater (although, come to think of it, Big Trouble in Little China is probably the same universe in which our Wizard lives).
No, the best day I ever spent in San Francisco, by far, was an accidental walking tour. The friend I was crashing with had to go to work that day, so she pointed me in the direction of a cable car, which I rode half-way to the stars before hopping off in my little pink low-top Chuck Taylor's, with no idea where I was going.
As I walked street after street, hill after hill, discoveries continued to delight me. San Francisco is like that. Did I mention hills? They've got little parks on the tops of them. Victorian houses called “Painted ladies.” Beautiful men painted like ladies who call themelves Victoria. All-in-all, breathtaking.
If you're not careful, you can wander from Pacific Heights to the Haight, through the Castro, to the Wharf, and end up in Chinatown while you're looking for the famous beat poet mecca, City Lights Bookstore. Along the way, you will be followed for a bit by young Latino men with basketballs, but although you are a lone white girl in the big city, you're not afraid. You're a Hoosier. Your español may be rusty, but you speak fluent basketball.
In typical Midwestern behavior, I wore an “I love you” shirt that matched my pink shoes that day. In the exact opposite scenario my racist mother had always admonished me against, I was left alone by the allegedly dangerous roving hordes of inner-city minorities, and, instead, verbally assaulted by rainbow-mohawked white punks at the Wharf. When they brought me to tears with their taunts, I was too shell-shocked to point to my shirt and say “...but...I love you” in the weak pitiful voice of my inner child, but as I crept away in shame, I realized I'd just had the San Francisco equivalent of a wild animal meet & greet on safari. I took a photo of them with my Hello Kitty Polaroid iZone and was on my merry way.
Onward and upward, and always foodward, I stopped for fresh-baked sourdough French Toast. Had coffee with the locals. After a few hours of happy wandering, turn-by-clueless-turn, I thought I had picked up the same path I'd trod the day before with my resident SF friend, when I found myself in the midst of more screaming.
This time, instead of showy punks posing for photos, I found myself buffeted between short people arguing over the prices of cantalopes and fish. Oh, man, there were fish everywhere. And did I mention everyone was shorter than me? I'm only about 5'5”, myself, so when I say “short,” I mean it.
I couldn't help but smile. It was like stepping off the placid banks of a country stream and discovering a cold, thrilling current waiting to sweep you off your feet. I flowed through the crowded street market of Chinatown until I recognized a grocery, and popped inside.
I'd been admiring the variety of Hello Kitty-themed cookies and snacks for a few minutes, when I realized I was being watched. A senior citizen, perhaps the “Pop” of this particular Mom & Pop was watching me like I was going to steal something. Wow! Mom sure never warned me that this could happen. It was certainly shaping up to be quite a day. I bought my Hello Kitty snacks, my Strawberry Pocky, my Kiwi-flavored gummies, and left the store to rejoin the madness in the streets.
And you know what? I never did see the Chinatown of that video above. I'm sure it exists. I see it on television and in movies, but I've never been there. My San Francisco Chinatown is all fish markets and Asian apothecaries. And that's okay.
If I'd had more time, maybe I would have found some cheesy souvenir for my mother or the man I called my “un-boyfriend” back home, but after all that walking and exploring, it was time to meet up with my friend. Over awesome Italian food, I let her clue me in on all the places I'd been that day. “That sounds like the Haight!” she'd said. “Oh, that was the Castro, for sure!” “Did you like The Mission?” “Oh, yes, the financial district downtown is always cold—the sun never shines there.”
She apologized profusely for not having the time off to work to have gone with me that day, but I still feel now the way I did then—it was no big deal. I had fun. I didn't then and I don't now require company to have a good time. The world is a fascinating place, and there is nothing like traveling to a new place alone to really highlight how much each of us stands to learn about the world around us, and the vast sea of unique individuals that inhabit it.
Like our mysterious Wizard, I never feel truly alone, no matter where I go. Maybe I take demons with me, like his magicalness, himself. Maybe it's the fluent basketballese, or the “I love you” shirt-wearing girl in me. Maybe it was the echo of Allen Ginsberg, snapping fingers in time to my roving poet's heart. Or maybe it was just those crazy talking parrots, chittering at me from atop Telegraph Hill. I don't know and who cares?
Mayhap these shoes were not made for walking, but if ever a city was made to be walked, it was San Francisco.
In the Wizard Takes a Fitness Class, our Wizard walks those streets. He intends to leave The City a better place than how he found it, but something from his past draws him in like a magnet. Spells can only repair so much damage, after all. When it comes to facing the past, sometimes its easier to exercise one's demons, than it is to actually exorcise them.
The Wizard Takes a Fitness Class is currently a Hot New Release in Dark Fantasy, on the Amazon charts. I'd love for you to check it out, and share with me your own San Francisco walking story. (I also recommend you read the almost-flash fiction piece that came first, The Wizard Takes a Holiday. It's free.)
Thanks again to Ash for having me today on my Wizard mini-tour!
Red Tash is a journalist-turned-novelist, the author of The Wizard Tales, This Brilliant Darkness, and coming later this year, Troll Or Derby. Her website is at http://RedTash.com, and in addition to short updates about her dark fantasy projects, she posts artwork that she finds inspiring. Some of it is pretty scary, but she is really a nice person once you get to know her. She is also on Twitter and Facebook and Pinterest, oh my! There is another Red Tash, but he is a pro wrestler in Australia, so if you have to choose between the two, oh hell--just friend them both.
However, she's a friend so I don't want her to feel badly...why don't you cozy up to Red while I discreetly look for a tissue and quietly sob my heart out?
Chinatown!
http://youtu.be/DCCryp7E5Es
Recently, I wrote a short story about a mysterious wizard who, through a series of magical events, ends up sweating to the oldies in an exercise studio adjacent the the not-so-mean, but oh-so-fabulous streets of San Francisco. It's called The Wizard Takes a Fitness Class, and it is the sequel to The Wizard Takes a Holiday. I'm not sure what the Wizard is going to “take” next. Perhaps a chance. Hopefully not a trip to the bathroom. Could be a lover. You just never know with this guy.
I threw out some ideas for guest post topics related to The Wizard to our beloved Ash, and she stuck her hand into the hat and pulled out the strip that said “Chinatown.” You gotta respect a lady who ignores “fitness” and “zombies” completely in favor of great shopping and exotic foods. I know I do!
So let's talk about Chinatown, San Francisco Edition, shall we? I've visited more than one “big city” Asian neighborhood, but whenever I hear “Chinatown,” I think of San Fran. I also think of the classic Jack Nicholson flick, and thanks to that highbrow serving of cinematic fare Meet the Parents, I now hear Robert DeNiro's voice in my head vaguely threatening to take the eponymous Focker “down to Chinatown.”
My most memorable trip to Chinatown had nothing to do with anyone's parents, though. It was way before we met the Fockers, no one solved any seedy murders, and I was still too cool to dig a sweaty Kurt Russell in a wife-beater (although, come to think of it, Big Trouble in Little China is probably the same universe in which our Wizard lives).
No, the best day I ever spent in San Francisco, by far, was an accidental walking tour. The friend I was crashing with had to go to work that day, so she pointed me in the direction of a cable car, which I rode half-way to the stars before hopping off in my little pink low-top Chuck Taylor's, with no idea where I was going.
As I walked street after street, hill after hill, discoveries continued to delight me. San Francisco is like that. Did I mention hills? They've got little parks on the tops of them. Victorian houses called “Painted ladies.” Beautiful men painted like ladies who call themelves Victoria. All-in-all, breathtaking.
If you're not careful, you can wander from Pacific Heights to the Haight, through the Castro, to the Wharf, and end up in Chinatown while you're looking for the famous beat poet mecca, City Lights Bookstore. Along the way, you will be followed for a bit by young Latino men with basketballs, but although you are a lone white girl in the big city, you're not afraid. You're a Hoosier. Your español may be rusty, but you speak fluent basketball.
In typical Midwestern behavior, I wore an “I love you” shirt that matched my pink shoes that day. In the exact opposite scenario my racist mother had always admonished me against, I was left alone by the allegedly dangerous roving hordes of inner-city minorities, and, instead, verbally assaulted by rainbow-mohawked white punks at the Wharf. When they brought me to tears with their taunts, I was too shell-shocked to point to my shirt and say “...but...I love you” in the weak pitiful voice of my inner child, but as I crept away in shame, I realized I'd just had the San Francisco equivalent of a wild animal meet & greet on safari. I took a photo of them with my Hello Kitty Polaroid iZone and was on my merry way.
Onward and upward, and always foodward, I stopped for fresh-baked sourdough French Toast. Had coffee with the locals. After a few hours of happy wandering, turn-by-clueless-turn, I thought I had picked up the same path I'd trod the day before with my resident SF friend, when I found myself in the midst of more screaming.This time, instead of showy punks posing for photos, I found myself buffeted between short people arguing over the prices of cantalopes and fish. Oh, man, there were fish everywhere. And did I mention everyone was shorter than me? I'm only about 5'5”, myself, so when I say “short,” I mean it.
I couldn't help but smile. It was like stepping off the placid banks of a country stream and discovering a cold, thrilling current waiting to sweep you off your feet. I flowed through the crowded street market of Chinatown until I recognized a grocery, and popped inside.
I'd been admiring the variety of Hello Kitty-themed cookies and snacks for a few minutes, when I realized I was being watched. A senior citizen, perhaps the “Pop” of this particular Mom & Pop was watching me like I was going to steal something. Wow! Mom sure never warned me that this could happen. It was certainly shaping up to be quite a day. I bought my Hello Kitty snacks, my Strawberry Pocky, my Kiwi-flavored gummies, and left the store to rejoin the madness in the streets.
And you know what? I never did see the Chinatown of that video above. I'm sure it exists. I see it on television and in movies, but I've never been there. My San Francisco Chinatown is all fish markets and Asian apothecaries. And that's okay.
If I'd had more time, maybe I would have found some cheesy souvenir for my mother or the man I called my “un-boyfriend” back home, but after all that walking and exploring, it was time to meet up with my friend. Over awesome Italian food, I let her clue me in on all the places I'd been that day. “That sounds like the Haight!” she'd said. “Oh, that was the Castro, for sure!” “Did you like The Mission?” “Oh, yes, the financial district downtown is always cold—the sun never shines there.”
She apologized profusely for not having the time off to work to have gone with me that day, but I still feel now the way I did then—it was no big deal. I had fun. I didn't then and I don't now require company to have a good time. The world is a fascinating place, and there is nothing like traveling to a new place alone to really highlight how much each of us stands to learn about the world around us, and the vast sea of unique individuals that inhabit it.
Like our mysterious Wizard, I never feel truly alone, no matter where I go. Maybe I take demons with me, like his magicalness, himself. Maybe it's the fluent basketballese, or the “I love you” shirt-wearing girl in me. Maybe it was the echo of Allen Ginsberg, snapping fingers in time to my roving poet's heart. Or maybe it was just those crazy talking parrots, chittering at me from atop Telegraph Hill. I don't know and who cares?
Mayhap these shoes were not made for walking, but if ever a city was made to be walked, it was San Francisco.
In the Wizard Takes a Fitness Class, our Wizard walks those streets. He intends to leave The City a better place than how he found it, but something from his past draws him in like a magnet. Spells can only repair so much damage, after all. When it comes to facing the past, sometimes its easier to exercise one's demons, than it is to actually exorcise them.
The Wizard Takes a Fitness Class is currently a Hot New Release in Dark Fantasy, on the Amazon charts. I'd love for you to check it out, and share with me your own San Francisco walking story. (I also recommend you read the almost-flash fiction piece that came first, The Wizard Takes a Holiday. It's free.)
Thanks again to Ash for having me today on my Wizard mini-tour!
Red Tash is a journalist-turned-novelist, the author of The Wizard Tales, This Brilliant Darkness, and coming later this year, Troll Or Derby. Her website is at http://RedTash.com, and in addition to short updates about her dark fantasy projects, she posts artwork that she finds inspiring. Some of it is pretty scary, but she is really a nice person once you get to know her. She is also on Twitter and Facebook and Pinterest, oh my! There is another Red Tash, but he is a pro wrestler in Australia, so if you have to choose between the two, oh hell--just friend them both.
April 23, 2012
Last Day! Vote for GraveTells in the Independent Book Blogger Awards!
April 19, 2012
Bleeding Heart Blog Tour W!NNER Revealed!
I'm thrilled to announce the winner of my first ever virtual book tour winner...
Congrats to DONNA SIMMONDS!
I did a little bit of online stalking so that I can let you all know a little more about her. (Don't make that face at me...you would have done it, too.)
She is a book reviewer who posts at Donna's Blog Home. She reads Adult and YA books and loves paranormals but will also read other types if the story sounds interesting. She's willing to host guest blogs, blog tours, and giveaways, so please contact her if you are interested!
Her blog is a treasure-trove of reviews and contests so be sure to drop by and look around.
Best of all...she's a cat!
Just kidding. I just like her profile picture. =)
Donna, enjoy your care package...I hope you like all the goodies. Thank you for entering and following me and my book.
And thank you to everyone who entered. My gratitude goes out to each of you today so hearken to the karma I'm sending out!
Also, if you haven't done so, consider following by email. I'm having a Goodreads giveaway in both May and August so you'll want a reminder as we get closer.
Congrats again to my latest winner and best wishes to all!
Congrats to DONNA SIMMONDS!
I did a little bit of online stalking so that I can let you all know a little more about her. (Don't make that face at me...you would have done it, too.)
She is a book reviewer who posts at Donna's Blog Home. She reads Adult and YA books and loves paranormals but will also read other types if the story sounds interesting. She's willing to host guest blogs, blog tours, and giveaways, so please contact her if you are interested!
Her blog is a treasure-trove of reviews and contests so be sure to drop by and look around.
Best of all...she's a cat! Just kidding. I just like her profile picture. =)
Donna, enjoy your care package...I hope you like all the goodies. Thank you for entering and following me and my book.
And thank you to everyone who entered. My gratitude goes out to each of you today so hearken to the karma I'm sending out!
Also, if you haven't done so, consider following by email. I'm having a Goodreads giveaway in both May and August so you'll want a reminder as we get closer.
Congrats again to my latest winner and best wishes to all!
April 18, 2012
Hey, Rafflecopter...Pick me a winner!
So, my kids are driving me batty today...becasuse they keep me DRIVING.
To school. From school. To band. To volleyball. To Scouts. To play practice. To home again.
And it's not always that simple because from time to time, they like to mix it up. The combinations are endless--to play practice, from play practice to the pizza shop for a slice, to band, then home.
Today, it's to the bus stop, back home because bus went early (FML), to school, then back home--and, when I turned into our lane, I got a text saying "I frgt gym clothes bring them pleeeeeeeeeeez" so it'll be back up to town.
Driving. Me. Batty.
So, between Mom-Bus runs, I popped into the blog and saw...the Bleeding Hearts Blog Tour Really Really Big Prize drawing has stopped accepting entries.
Know what that means?
It means...stay posted to find out who my big winner is! Someone is going to be very happy soon. Will it be you? Fingers, toes, eyes crossed!
I just have one request...please don't ask me to deliver it. :) I'm tired of driving.
To school. From school. To band. To volleyball. To Scouts. To play practice. To home again.
And it's not always that simple because from time to time, they like to mix it up. The combinations are endless--to play practice, from play practice to the pizza shop for a slice, to band, then home.
Today, it's to the bus stop, back home because bus went early (FML), to school, then back home--and, when I turned into our lane, I got a text saying "I frgt gym clothes bring them pleeeeeeeeeeez" so it'll be back up to town.
Driving. Me. Batty.
So, between Mom-Bus runs, I popped into the blog and saw...the Bleeding Hearts Blog Tour Really Really Big Prize drawing has stopped accepting entries.
Know what that means?
It means...stay posted to find out who my big winner is! Someone is going to be very happy soon. Will it be you? Fingers, toes, eyes crossed!
I just have one request...please don't ask me to deliver it. :) I'm tired of driving.
April 15, 2012
Review of Bleeding Hearts: All the Fun Starts After Dark
Bleeding Hearts was reviewed by Brandy on her blog "All the Fun Starts After Dark." She gave it a wonderful review and shared her favorite quotes from the book.
Stop by and read her review of Bleeding Hearts!
Also, there are only TWO DAYS LEFT to enter the Bleeding Hearts Blog Tour THE END-OF-TOUR GIVEAWAY! Time is running out to get your karma in!
April 14, 2012
Tricia Schneider: Final Blog Tour Stop for Bleeding Hearts!
Wow...that makes me kinda sad...the LAST book tour spot. I can't believe it's over.
I'm happy, though, because it means I get to spend the day hanging out with my friend Tricia Schneider at her blog, Shadows of Romance. If the tour has to end, let it end with fireworks!
I met Tricia in the place where all lasting friendships are forged: at the mall. :) Actually, we were both working at the mall, although she definitely had the cooler job because she worked at Waldenbooks. I can't believe the store actually closed--there are no big bookstores left in our county so, unless you know of a great privately-owned bookstore, you have to drive almost an HOUR. I know that Amazon is just a website away, but it's just not the same. And so, we drive...
Tricia Schneider is an author of paranormal and gothic romance. Before the supernatural took possession of her pen, she worked for several years in a Waldenbooks store as Assistant Manager and bookseller. Since the closing of her beloved bookstore, she now writes full-time while raising her 3 young children. When she’s not writing romance, she’s busy researching all things paranormal, as well as the many fascinating time periods in history (just so she’s prepared in case she ever has the opportunity to travel back in time!). She lives with her musician husband and 2 neurotic cats in the coal country of Pennsylvania. And she’s a dedicated chocoholic.
Thank you, Tricia, for helping me end this tour the right way--with someone I genuinely call my friend. Writing is a solitary effort...but it doesn't have to be lonely. :)
Be sure to check out the other fantastic writers and bloggers who are so generous in their support of my first novel launch. Don't forget to enter the mini-contests on each day's blog stop and, of course,THE END-OF-TOUR GIVEAWAY! Time is running out to get your karma in!
I'm happy, though, because it means I get to spend the day hanging out with my friend Tricia Schneider at her blog, Shadows of Romance. If the tour has to end, let it end with fireworks!
I met Tricia in the place where all lasting friendships are forged: at the mall. :) Actually, we were both working at the mall, although she definitely had the cooler job because she worked at Waldenbooks. I can't believe the store actually closed--there are no big bookstores left in our county so, unless you know of a great privately-owned bookstore, you have to drive almost an HOUR. I know that Amazon is just a website away, but it's just not the same. And so, we drive...
Tricia Schneider is an author of paranormal and gothic romance. Before the supernatural took possession of her pen, she worked for several years in a Waldenbooks store as Assistant Manager and bookseller. Since the closing of her beloved bookstore, she now writes full-time while raising her 3 young children. When she’s not writing romance, she’s busy researching all things paranormal, as well as the many fascinating time periods in history (just so she’s prepared in case she ever has the opportunity to travel back in time!). She lives with her musician husband and 2 neurotic cats in the coal country of Pennsylvania. And she’s a dedicated chocoholic.
Thank you, Tricia, for helping me end this tour the right way--with someone I genuinely call my friend. Writing is a solitary effort...but it doesn't have to be lonely. :)Be sure to check out the other fantastic writers and bloggers who are so generous in their support of my first novel launch. Don't forget to enter the mini-contests on each day's blog stop and, of course,THE END-OF-TOUR GIVEAWAY! Time is running out to get your karma in!
April 12, 2012
Rabid Reads: Review of Bleeding Hearts
Today, the Bleeding Hearts Blog Tour stops at RABID READS!Carmel at Rabid Reads is one of my favorite reviewers because she really digs into the books she reads. Her review style is a gorgeous raw reaction and I love reading her features.
Not only are we giving away a copy of Bleeding Hearts...we'll also give someone the chance to name one of my werewolves in the upcoming WOLF'S BANE!
Carmel is in her late twenties and lives North of Ottawa, Canada's capital. Trips to the city are a 5 day a week occurrence for her; she works at one of Canada's national museums. She lives with her guy and their two pooches Sasha and Trae.Stop by Rabid Reads for Carmel's take on Bleeding Hearts!
Be sure to check out the other fantastic writers and bloggers who are so generous in their support of my first novel launch. Don't forget to enter the mini-contests on each day's blog stop and, of course,THE END-OF-TOUR GIVEAWAY!
Reminder: I joined Kindlegraph so that I can scribble my name on even MORE books. Hit me up anytime!
