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Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Day After Blog Tour "The Stuff of Fiction"
Do you think the increase in books into movies has an effect (for the good or bad) for authors?
don’t really think movies has had an effect positively or negatively on
authors. I think it’s just another means of telling a story and I know a
lot of movies are from screen plays, not having been a book in the
like that movies are turned into books; I’m happy for the authors that
affects. How though that having The Hunger Games or Twilight being a
movie affects other authors though, really ... it doesn’t. Authors have,
probably since movies were invented, wanted to be the one who’s book
was turned into a movie. And it’s great that many are, but it really
hasn’t changed - the opportunity, the desire, the pursuit of greater
things, it’s all still an opportunity.
should focus on writing their books - good books - now AWESOME books
and that’s the cool part. We get to keep writing no matter whether any
movies are ever made. Of ours or others books. Just keep on writing.
Gayle just wants to be young again. She lives vicariously through her
youthful characters, while simultaneously acting as chief-Mom to her
teenaged son and searching for a way to keep her two daughters from ever
reaching the dreaded teen years.
Ironically, those years were some of Emi's favorite times. She met the
man of her dreams at 14, was engaged to him at 19, married him at 20 and
she's still in love with him to this day. She'll never forget what it was like to fall in love at such a young age — emotions she wants everyone to feel.
Demon crypts. Vampire lairs. Glowing angels. Sexy sirens. The stuff of fiction.
Or so Winn Thomas always thought.
Since being accepted into the fold of the supernatural, he knows better.
None of what he imagined is true, but everything he feared is, and
binding himself to his Changeling girlfriend until her nineteenth
birthday will give him an education far beyond what he’d get at his
human high school.
Luckily, Winn’s not giving up, he won’t back down, and he definitely isn’t going to run away with his tail between his legs. After all, only werewolves have tails. Right?
In this, the second of the 19th Year trilogy, Winn’s facing the
challenge of one lifetime. If he doesn’t learn the truth about
mythological creatures, his girlfriend Mac Thorne won’t either. That
means, in six months, when she chooses her final form, she won’t know
what to pick.
Winn, though, has his own ideas about Mac’s final selection—plans she knows nothing of.
He intends to have her pick human.
Whether she can or not.
in front of the twelve most powerful non-humans on the earth would have
shaken a lesser guy. In my case, I’d almost thrown up. Twice.
‘Don’t worry,’ Mackenzie Thorne, my girlfriend, had said. ’'It’s just a formality.
She hadn’t known I’d have to go alone.
Only the intake and exhalation of air in the room made any sound. Eerie
light flickered from the tips of candles mounted along dark, oak-paneled
I refused to look anywhere but ahead of me. To the long, wooden, medieval-length table.
Holding my own breath.
For a moment, it seemed the walls began to close in on me.
At almost midnight on the first day of the year,
I prepared to accept a fate no other human had ever taken on, been
given or even offered. In response, sweat pooled under my armpits as
alternating cold and hot ran through me.
The scratch of wood against wood had heads turning. Mine included.
Nahir, the oldest of the twelve, rose from his chair. “Winford Richmond
Thomas, please rise.” His voice had a gravelly, hoarse sound.
I did as requested, my knees pressing against each other.
Nahir moved closer to me, his grandfatherly, human form disappearing
under protruding scales of deep green. His arms lengthened into
dinosaur-like paws and hit the rock floor, making the room around us
shake. Thick wings extended from his body, and a tail lashed out against
the wall behind him, rattling the candles.
A dragon, in the color of tropical ocean water, stood before me, huffing air from horse-sized nostrils.
Oh. God. I’m going to die.
Not going to die. It’s part of the test. Remember, you have to see them all. Mac’s words flowed through my mind.
“Master Thomas.” Josie, a siren and one of the most beautiful women I’d
ever met, rose, her long flowing gown matching the color of her
reddish-gold hair. I couldn’t help but stare at her. “You’ve been asked
by our current changeling, Miss Maya Mackenzie Thorne, to be her
teacher. Have you willingly agreed to take on this duty?” As Josie
talked, she stalked forward, shimmering, shifting, the already-pretty
woman becoming deadly man-hunting female—according to the legends I’d
Vibes ebbed from her like the rocking tide. If she sang, throwing up
would be the least of my worries. I’d be dead by sexual self-implosion.
With a rough cough, I gathered my wits. “Yes. I have accepted.
Willingly.” Every nerve ending in my body urged me to go to Josie, to
let her take me and do with me whatever she wanted. A groan built in my
throat, tension straining my limbs, most particularly, my crotch. Not now! The need to shift what grew sent heat to my cheeks even as Mac’s words played through again. Force yourself not to react to any of them. They’ll think you’re stronger than you are since you’re only human.