It’s a pleasure to be over reading my poem “If We Go Back” at Maxima’s blog today. I say thank you to all friends who support my writing! Maxima, the video you created here is wonderful!
Such a treat to learn more about Sally Conin in this interview! Well done with the questions, Amy Reade. Thanks to my friend Michelle at BOOK CHAT for bringing this one to my attention. Sally is a wonderful blogger, author, and supporter!
For many of us in the world of authors-marketing-ourselves, we know Sally Cronin as a treasure who selflessly promotes others, spotlighting their new books, re-showcasing their old ones, and offering endless encouragement and support to artists of all stripes.
But Sally is also an author, and a prolific one at that. Not only does she write blog posts that enlighten her readers on everything from the benefits of garlic to heart health to the weather in Ireland, but she also writes short stories and books, both fiction and nonfiction. And she’s here today to tell us about her latest work, What’s In a Name.
Thank you so much Amy for asking me over for an interview.. It is a real pleasure.
Tell me about your new book, What’s in a Name.
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Please join me in welcoming author Charles E. Yallowitz to the blog today! His fantasy stories are truly one of a kind, as shown by the Legends of Windemere Series. With the newest book in his series, Ritual of the Lost Lamb, going live within the past week, it’s an exciting time for Charles! He’s here with a guest post that talks about the darker side of this newest novel and why he chose to go that way with the series. Take it away, Charles:
The Decision to go Dark
Thank you to Christy for letting me write a guest post to help promote my newest book, Legends of Windemere: Ritual of the Lost Lamb. This is the 13th book of my fantasy series and it’s where things start to take a dark turn for the heroes. Luke Callindor, who has been around since the first book, has been captured by the evil Baron Kernaghan, who wants to goad the other champions into their final battle. To make sure they know time is running out, the Baron is protecting Luke’s suffering to the team telepath. In order to save him and not walk into a trap, his best friend, Nyx, will start a forbidden ritual that will put her own life and sanity in danger. All of this creates tension with the other champions, which can be seen as things start to fall apart around them.
So, why the quick synopsis as if I’m pitching a book to an agent? The reason is because the series was fairly lighthearted for the first 12 books. Bad stuff happened, but there was always a humor and positivity to what was going on. The heroes managed to rise out of the ashes or pull off a win even if they lost something. Now, there was emotional turmoil and times where they split up because of mistakes. Yet, it never got as dark as what happens here. Luke is tortured and everyone is going to be coming out of this adventure at least emotionally battered. I’ve compared it to a track runner breaking his leg within reach of the finish line, but still having to crawl the rest of the way. That’s where this book starts and it’s a battle for them to get out of the hole that they’ve found themselves in.
This shift in tone is what made me nervous about writing the book because I started off so ‘light and fluffy’. I mean, people got upset when characters talked about sex or hinted that they had sex off-screen. The thoughts of what people would think with this meat-grinder of an adventure really threw doubt into what I was doing. Even more Continue reading
Here with me today is historical romance author Shehanne Moore. We go back a ways, Shey and I, so when I heard about her new book The Writer and the Rake, I asked her to come visit the blog. She kindly agreed to write a guest post, and, wow, she has provided quite a read about Georgian England, women, and the writing process. Now, let’s give Shehanne Moore the stage.
Let’s be clear here, this is not a paean of praise to Francis Dashwood’s exclusive club for high society rakes. When meetings often included mock rituals, items of a pornographic nature, much drinking, wenching and banqueting, what kind of a person do you think I am? And while the hero of my latest book has every selfish reason to appear enlightened about women, he has a point. Women were not able to walk into a tavern and drink in these days, the way they do now. In fact, a woman’s lot in 1765 was one to die for and not as we have come to know that term either.
Firstly, let me thank this very special woman, Christy Birmingham, for asking me, a romance author, to her blog today. It’s a great pleasure to be here and to know Christy, one of the most supportive women I know, a tremendous poet and an intelligent advocate for us ladies. My home town, Dundee, gave the U.S. Fanny Wright, lecturer, writer, freethinker, feminist, abolitionist, and social reformer, born here in 1795.
Where the lot of Georgian women was concerned it’s a pity she hadn’t been born a bit earlier and hadn’t been lost to across the pond.
My idea in writing this latest book was to take Brittany, a young woman from today’s world and have her flit between Georgian England and the present day. You know ,I even thought how nice, gracious and sedate that Jane Austenish world would be, that within hours of arriving, she’d be so calmed by the green-fielded pleasantry and ladies in rustic bonnets everywhere, she’d fall totally in love with this charming world. DUH. What is it they say about the best laid plans? The more I looked into this alien galaxy and the lot of women, the clashier, not classier, this became. And not just between my hero and heroine either. What was interesting was the things I had to go to bat for re this book.
The hero is a rake but before anyone thinks too badly of him, a lot of upper crust men from that era were because most society marriages were arranged. Sometimes affection grew but not for my hero, whose shy, awkward, naïve, young wife, he was railroaded into marrying at sixteen, hated him on sight, so he joined the ranks of men who went elsewhere. At least he didn’t force the issue which he would have been perfectly within his rights to do.
If, as a woman, you think you would have been free to say no, or choose your spouse, think again. You and your belongings, all these nice shoes, bags, books, everything in fact you thought were yours, were, in fact, your hubby’s. Take the case of rich heiress, Lady Continue reading