Saturday, November 22, 2014

Mr. Thornton's Smile

”[…] The lines in the face were few but firm, as if they were carved in marble, and lay principally about the lips, which were slightly compressed over a set of teeth so faultless and beautiful as to give the effect of a sudden sunlight when the rare bright smile, coming in an instant and shining out of the eyes, changed the whole look from the severe and resolved expression of a man ready to do and dare everything, to the keen honest enjoyment of the moment, which is seldom shown so fearlessly and instantaneously except by children. Margaret liked this smile; it was the first thing she had admired in this new friend of her father’s”.

(North and South, Ch. 10, “Wrought Iron and Gold”)

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

"The Three Graces" Giveaway + Sale!

Gliterary Girl MEDIA wants to introduce you to author Michele Wolfe and her debut novel by giving it to you for 99 cents! But it's only for a limited time. 

$10 Amazon Giveaway & Free Books

About THE THREE GRACES

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College juniors Jessie, Isabel and Sara are linked in an unlikely friendship by visits to hidden places only they can see. Together on a trip to Hearst Castle in California an earth-shaking encounter with a stunning statue in the gardens binds them to the spirits of the Three Graces; Brilliance, Joy and Bloom.

Under the weight of school and family problems, Sara Jessie and Isabel grow to be fast friends as they struggle with who they are and what will become of them. Until the fateful trip where they are gifted three magical pendants. Through these gifts the girls must find a way to unlock a centuries old curse and free the graces from their stone grave.

Will Brilliance, Joy and Bloom find freedom through the girls or will they forever be entombed in the statue of The Three Graces?

The Three Graces is a deep and beautiful story of discovery, of admitting to truths that have been buried, and of letting go of a past that hinders the present.

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About MICHELE WOLFE

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Michele Wolfe, a resident of sunny Southern California, has done extensive research on the statue of The Graces, the sculptor, and Hearst Castle. She is also an art appreciator and belongs to the Greater Los Angeles Writers’ Society as well as a Santa Barbara writing group. During the day she is an English as a Second Language (ESL) instructor with 25 years experience teaching and exploring the written word. Along with The Three Graces, Michele has also written a short fiction piece about an immigrant family in LA

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THIS SUNDAY MICHELE WAS A GUEST OF VROMAN'S BOOKS IN PASADENA CALIFORNIA! HERE ARE SOME AMAZING PHOTOS OF THE EVENT!


In appreciation of her fans, Michele and 4Word Press will be giving away a $10.00 Amazon gift card to one grand prize winner, a signed hardback copy of THE THREE GRACES for the runner up and three lucky winners will receive an ecopy of THE THREE GRACES. Please check out each blog and enter the giveaway every day for more chances to win. All entries must be received by June 17th by midnight.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Other Days: Anthology Edited by Jessica Augustsson


I am understandably excited to share this update with y’all. You might recall a ghost story I was working on in the last few months, if you’ve been keeping up with my Tuesday Teasers. Now I’m proud to announce the release of “Other Days” an anthology edited by colleague and friend, Jessica Augustsson. I first discovered Jessica in early ’12 while searching for an editor for my sci-fi novella, Qeya. Since that first project, I’ve seen the value of her impeccable sense of pace and taste in the art of storytelling. She is one of those first-class, rare editors who not only cares deeply about the craft, but the people. Without her, my writing would not be what it is today.
“Other Days” is a cumulative project spanning continents and the realm of speculative fiction. If you’re looking for stories that go above and beyond your imagination, look no further!

READ IT TODAY
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To learn more about Jessica Augustsson, please see her webpage at: www.jessedit.com

EXCERPT
I cannot remember what I am or who I was before. I am different from the ones who talk and take. Not that I can’t talk, you see. But it has been so long since I needed to know how.
My memory of her is fading now, like paper worn too thin. Eventually it will crumble to dust like the others. But some memories are vivid and clear to me still. From the start the girl learned to look and listen rather than talk and take. Her eyes found my hiding place, could see through the wooden wall. Rather than screaming as she should have, the child spoke to me. It had been so long since anyone had spoken to me. She asked me questions I couldn’t answer.
In the beginning was the most obvious, “Are you a ghost?”
“No,” I replied. I most certainly am not a ghost, not like the ones they invent.
So she pretended I was her special imaginary friend and called me Una because she thought it pretty and I have no name. When she gave me a name I began to feel more solid and less fluid. Instead of fading easily from wall to wall I found I must squeeze tighter between. And the creaky old house became less scary, she told me, less alive. So for a short time I knew happiness. A dangerous feeling.
The family moved away soon after. I heard the father’s whispers to the mother, concerns for their only child. Even her teacher at school had expressed concerns.
“She needs children her own age, Maude,” Father insisted the night before they left.
“Adele is fine. She has not been so happy since the diagnosis. For heaven’s sake, Harold, it is only an imaginary friend,” Mother pleads.
I told my little friend what her father said. She cried about it with her tiny hands pressed against the painted wood over my heart. I told her to pry it open so she could hide her special things inside for safekeeping. She begged me to come out of the wall and come with her and I tried. The struggle sucked me back deeper, so I couldn’t even tell her goodbye, couldn’t speak to her this last time.
Her screams pierced and stabbed the walls as they dragged her away forever.
I mourned.
No matter how many times this happens I cannot fade my sorrow and pain away with my shape.  They linger sometimes like a cold spot in the air. After a while, the others make me feel alive, even if they never learn to look. And they always leave, sometimes because they see their little children talking to empty corners or because I am not careful enough to fade quietly through the walls of their house.
For the first time in a long one, I felt angry at the wood that bound me, at the others who gave me such foolish hope. I forgot how to take shape after this. For years I slept and no family came to share my roof.
I forgot the little girl’s name, but I never forgot the name she gifted me.
Una.
Occasionally, I would hear the others who dared lingered outside the house begin to speak of strange things.
“They say he went missing a week before he was murdered in the house…”
“She broke her neck on the front steps three days after moving in…”
“…haunted…”
“…ghosts…”
All of this is ridiculous, of course. Ghosts are dark spirits that thrive on the fear of the others. I had seen haunted houses advertised on television during Halloween—places where chandeliers flickered and rattled, doors opened and shut on their own. I was honest when I told the little girl who had named me Una that I was not a ghost.
Still they always left. No families came to look or claim my home. The only live souls I saw were the children who threw rocks at the windows, and dared one another to enter the “haunted house.” And eventually this ceased too.
The house had grown musty, filthy and fragile. It was a very old house, added onto and polished every generation by families I only saw as candlelit shadows in my memory now. So dead and peaceful was it that I too forgot I was still alive.
Until they opened the front door.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

"A Riddle for Love" Review



My Review

Avar has spent ten years laboring, days and nights in his quest to create the perfect woman. He wasn't expecting her to exceed even his lofty expectations. 

A spacey take on the Pygmalion tale, "A Riddle for Love" manages to speak sensible science and apply it to a futuristic world filled with off-world colonies, human-like androids and cerebral-centric humans. While the idea behind Pygmalion is slightly creepy and off putting, here the author manages to make Avar likable and respectable. His desire for the perfect woman have become a labor of love, particularly over the personal project of "Lily." He wants her for companionship, for a lifetime avoiding the loneliness that has marked his past thus far. 

This novella manages to convey emotional and character depth and rather than rushed, falls together in a perfectly even pace. The world building is brief but fascinating and draws the reader easily into accepting Avar's world. 

A quirky, steamy romance for any star dreamers out there.


Synopsis

Dr. Avar Elsier has spent the past ten years developing a human-like android for his company. In his spare time, he’s created the perfect persona for a dream woman that only needs the right body to make her real.

Unfortunately, such a body costs more than he can currently afford. When an emergency forces him to insert his private persona in a unit designed for a high-paying customer, he falls in love and cannot let her go.

Will he find a way to make their love last and escape from Mars before others discover his secret?


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Help Lynette Endicott Name Her New Book!

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Lynette Name That BookAuthor Lynette Endicott is hoping fans can help her name the 5th book in her Starting Over series. Please click on the form to read the synopsis and submit your ideas for a title. If Lynette likes your title, your name will appear in her book and you will receive a free copy. All entries must be received by October 10th. You may enter more than once, but please fill out a separate form per title. Please keep in mind that this is NOT a super-hero book. The title must be respectful of disability without being to corny. It is a look at normal, everyday life for a blind professional who is also a single mom. Please feel free to check out the other titles of the Starting Over series by visiting her website.

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Bio For Lynette Endicott

face at weddingLynette Endicott grew up in Illinois, met her husband in Western Nebraska, lived 25 years in Kansas where their daughter was born, and has been in Fresno, California since 2000. She has a son-in-law (who lives with her daughter nearby), and has rescued a dog, a bird and three cats. She and Ollie, her terrier mix, volunteer as a team at the local library, where children read to the dog. At a youth camp when she was 14 the editor and teacher of a writing class challenged her to submit something to his youth magazine. She did and it was the first of 10 articles and stories accepted by the publication over the next few years. Nothing like front end success to keep her writing! Lynette enjoys reading contemporary romance and speculative fiction and writes both. Her debut book, Starting Over Book One: More Than A Job, and three more books in that series are available now. The first four of the Time After Time Saga with Tami Dee are also available now. Because she didn't have pets until after her 50th birthday the animals she enjoys find their way into all her books. Usually you will also find a character with a disability as part of the day-to-day fabric of the story. In More Than A Job, Paige works in services to people with disabilities until she loses her job and starts over. In The Return of Joy, Atlas, the yellow lab, becomes a Therapy Dog. In the Time After Time series animal helpers assist the hero and heroine in all six of the books in the series.

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