Friday, October 31, 2014

Straight Browsing from the Library: The Right Guy by MK Hunt

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Two romantic suspense stories about what two girls went through to get the right guy.

In story 1 a young girl runs out of gas, at midnight, in the worst part of town with no phone!

In story 2, survival, not love, becomes the goal after a lethal office invasion.


She felt herself being dragged back, away from the side of the road and into a larger stand of tall bushes. He was strong, and determined.

A voice growled, “Shut up,and you may live."


MK’s favorite hobby is exploring, anything and everywhere. It might be exploring the back streets of south central Los Angeles where the hoods rule, or the back alleys of Manhattan where you are likely to find a button shop that’s been selling buttons for 100 years and still looks like it did when it first opened. It might be Ankor Wat in Cambodia or Palmyra in Syria.

MK has a Masters in behavioral science, is an instructor and faculty member in a college. She is also a graduate of Otis Parson’s school of fashion design.

She lives with her husband in southern California.

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Strraight Chatting from the Library - Dean C Moore

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What is the favorite book you remember as a child?

I was really hooked on the Alfred Hitchcock and The Three Investigators series, which are akin to the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew mysteries. Considering how much sci-fi and paranormal fantasy I write (11 published titles and counting), you’d think I’d say something like The Chronicles of Narnia, which granted, was another standout. But there was nothing quite like those books in The Three Investigators series for me. I’d pick up another as soon as I set the last one down. As I recall they had a secret lair hidden beneath a mound of garbage at a dumpsite. If I was psychoanalyzing myself, I’d say my reality was “the dump” and those books were “the secret lair.” Maybe as I grew older it wasn’t enough to investigate hidden truths in the real world that the adults were oblivious to, and to save people only to restore them to the real world (“the dump.”) I decided, perhaps unconsciously, that if I was going to really save folks I had to give them something to live for. That meant teaching them the kind of self- empowerment that goes with levitating coffee tables, reading minds, flying and shape shifting. Hmm, some would say I should have saved the self-psychoanalysis for when I got older.

E-Reader or print? and why?

If I had unlimited resources and funds I would stay solidly ensconced in the print world. But with the amount I read, I would need not just entire rooms dedicated to my books, but entire houses. So I’ve been forced to be a bit more selective with my print reading of late to keep the second story from falling into the first story under the weight of all that black ink. I actually did the math in case you’re interested when I felt it was that or wake up wondering why the roof is suddenly so much higher than it was.

When I do read a print book it has to be a hard cover or a 6 x 9 paperback with the same dimensions and generous margins of a hard cover so I can luxuriate in the book rather than feel like I have to rip it apart from the inside seam to force both sides to stay open. I get enough of a workout at the gym, thank you. This is why I release all my paperbacks in 6 x 9 format to allow readers to relax into a book rather than fight with it. I was appalled when I purchased Steven King’s re-released The Stand (with a few hundred thousand more words than the original) that I needed a magnifying glass to see the print with my 20-20 vision, and a couple professional bodybuilders to stand to either side of me each holding a side of the book to keep it from closing in on itself. I thought, “What a testament to indie publishing, if the writer who can afford the best treatment out there, has to put up with this from a mainstream publisher.”

I will admit, I have dreamt of the day when I can have ALL of my books on my e-reader. Not because it’s my preferred format, but I drool at the idea of being able to scan for items that are very hard to find unless you do have a very organized library at home. I might be searching for a quote, which I only remember a piece of, or a bit of information I know had to come from one of fifty nonfiction books on a topic related to my latest sci-fi novel, and well, you can imagine what a nightmare that turns into when option B is dragging the books out of the boxes and out of the attic.

Dog-ear or bookmark? (don't worry—Librarian Judith won't hold it against you—much)

The thought of mauling a book by bending back a page would keep me up at night. I believe there is a separate floor in hell dedicated to those people that Dante would have gotten around to writing about if he wasn’t so hung up on the numerology of nine. I admit this sentiment is a bit contradictory when you think that I then underline anything noteworthy in the book, write in the columns, and leave bigger notes on those pages where the chapter ends halfway up the page. Owing to the fact that I read prolifically, and don’t always finish one thing before moving on to the next, I’m always in search of more bookmarks.

While I love the artsy-fartsy ones that one picks up in a book store, I must confess that all too often my bookmarks take the form of unpaid bills (which seems a lot better use of the unopened envelope and the bill, to my thinking. After all, I wouldn’t want to maul that envelope either by ripping it wide open!) National Geographic has been very kind to assist me with bookmarking with their subscription renewal inserts. I have some choice recipes I want to be reminded periodically to whip up in the kitchen that make great bookmarks. Other current bookmarks doing active duty: a nail file; a stainless steel oven thermometer, some folded maple leaves, and a to-do list dating back to 1999 (which, as it turns out, was a good year for ignoring more practical concerns.)

When do you do most of your reading?

I now read mostly late at night right before going to sleep. In truth, this is just the type of reading labeled “highly self-indulgent.” Technically speaking, I’m reading all day long, either as part of writing and editing my own books, or hitting a wall with the writing that requires Google research or books from my own library to get beyond.

Favorite place to read?

Though I seldom get the chance anymore, bookstores like Barnes and Noble and Borders. You’ll find me either seated in the café enjoying their coffee and croissants, or sinking into a couch or easy chair somewhere amidst the towers of books. I enjoy looking up periodically and feeling the book energy and the cool vibes that come from book people. Book people are like dog and cat people; they’re good people, and they’re fun to be around.

Favorite genre?

You would think that would be sci-fi and paranormal fantasy, again owing to the amount of ink I’ve committed to the subjects in my sum and sundry novels. But in truth, my reading is very eclectic, and my writing too, more than I let on. I have one romantic comedy slash action adventure slash bank heist book entitled Love on the Run. Think the movie The Thomas Crown Affair with Pierce Brosnan and you’ll be right on target for this read. And I have one coming out in 2015 entitled Strays, a kind of modern- day Oliver Twist tale about an out of work teacher who takes in homeless teens and then teaches them to steal in order to provide a decent living and future for them. I have a tale called Odd Man Out scheduled for 2015 as well that ought to be a hit with fans of the Dexter TV series.

In this case, my anti- hero is a FBI profiler by day and a serial killer by night. And it’s endless fun watching him mentor his protégé on how to take his serial killing to the next level using Zen and various other esoteric meditative practices. You need a real black sense of humor for this franchise, but like I say, fans of Dexter should feel right at home. And I guess that’s why I read broadly, so at the drop of a hat, I can write broadly. I guess I have a restless soul and want the freedom to roam over various genres before I start feeling too limited by any. I suppose the theme of my heroes and villains trying to transcend themselves, be so much more than they ever thought they could be is one that will follow me wherever I go. As I find it very contemporary.

When competing in a global marketplace, who doesn’t need to absorb tips and tricks and best practices from folks who are masters at shape shifting into whatever they need to be to deal with whichever new reality presents itself? Maybe those role models got that way from inclination, but like most of us, they probably had no other choice. The competition is just that fierce. So while I always write to entertain first, I want to make sure I always leave people better equipped after finishing the novel to go out and conquer the world than they did when they started it.

Do you loan your books?

I loaned one once, and never got it returned. That was some decades back. I’m still in therapy over the whole thing. No, I’m a hoarder. The only reason I’m not on A&E’s Hoarders is I have a real artistic eye for how to conceal my sins. I.e., under the bed, where no one can see them. In attic and closet spaces. Writers, as it turns out, don’t need much by way of clothes, since we only make contact with reality long enough to launch the book to KDP or Createspace, Amazon and Goodreads. And I’m out in the country now with acreage. Now I can become a true serial killer of books and just bury them in the back yard in coffin shaped holes. Or maybe I should make the diggings full-size walk in crypts with trap doors that errant trespassers can fall into, where they can find the treasure trove of books to spend their last days with. Hmm, okay, maybe I’ll just save this little psychotic break for a character in a story.

Re-reader or not?

The reason I’m a hoarder is I’m determined to reread every one of my books. At the very least, consult the underlined parts when I’m doing my research. In reality I’ve yet to do either with most of them. It’s just easier to google what I need if I must revisit information that I wasn’t able to hold onto in memory. I can find the choice tidbits in question on line before I can find them in a book in my own disorganized collection! You would think this realization would break me of my hoarding habit. Ah, if only logic and common sense had any bearing on how I live my life. In my defense, I’ve practiced Zen and the art of letting go for years. I hold on to one or two quirks so I don’t feel entitled to condescend to less enlightened mortals, and to keep me humble. From this perspective, hoarding may be my saving grace. Alright, as spin control goes, that one almost has me convinced. I’ll keep at it with the rationales. After all, the more we can justify our insanity, the richer we can be in character.

What would make you not finish a book?

I’d like to say bad writing, i.e., lulls in the story, too many pages going by which don’t engage me for one reason or another. Perhaps the characters and the plotting all seem a little too hackneyed, what might fairly be called lazy writing. However in my (hopefully subclinical) ADHD reality, even the best books get put down. That’s because while I’m writing my own novel, the instant I’ve extracted what I need for research purposes, I move on. For instance, my homework for Renaissance 2.0, a book so big I had to split it into 5 parts so people wouldn’t need a crane to lift it, I bought up these fat epics and sagas from anyone good who’d written anything over a thousand pages (preferably over 1500 pages). But I seldom had to finish them to extract what I needed to find out how the authors kept the readers engaged for the duration. And, of course, as soon as I finish one book, I’m off to writing another one with another set of challenges and another heap of books that I have to be equally fickle with. That’s a lot of fictional characters I’ve entered into an abusive relationship with. I should probably take a look at that. In my defense, I do ultimately finish books I start that warrant it. But it now takes me years to finish some things. Alas, I’m not the prolific reader I once was since embarking on writing full time. These days I’m more likely to relax my mind to a favorite TV series at the end of the day. I’m down to a book a week, which is just shameful of me.


Fraternal twins are separated from birth, and raised to be assassins. They were never meant to meet. But even when kept apart, they’re just too powerful. Their paranormal abilities cease to be an advantage when they can no longer be controlled. So they are scheduled for cancellation.

Their paths cross before they can be taken out. It is only then that they discover the true depths of their betrayal. Not only are they stronger when they’re together, they’re half-breeds, sired by an all-powerful warlock.

The question is, are they strong enough even together to take him on now that he’s coming for them?

They have an ace up their sleeves they are not aware of. Drawn to the same kind of women, they find themselves married to a pair of sorceresses whose magical abilities are only now surfacing.

But one encounter with dear old dad is all it takes for them to realize, they’re still the underdogs.


Just beyond the perimeter of the military encampment, Clay and Jared soared in with the F-14, still moving relatively slowly under the influence of Clay's telekinesis, the jet’s fuel long spent. They observed the drama with the dragons breathing fire on the soldiers and having it deflected by the force field.

And then they watched as Rydell took out the two-headed dragons one after the other with blasts from his eyes, boring basketball-size holes through each of their hearts.

The beasts emitted agonizing cries as they fell. The first to land, the one with the more pointy snouts, managed to penetrate the shield with her heads as she landed on top of it. With her dying breaths, the fiery boluses she emitted took out a healthy allotment of soldiers already panicked and fleeing beneath the energy dome. Then, with her body limp and arched to accommodate the shield, she slid off.

As the second dragon crashed, it flicked its tail, penetrating the shield, and slicing any number of running soldiers in two, before the shield pushed it back out, resuming its perfect spherical shape.

The last of the second dragon’s heads hammered the ground moments after.

Jared took over the F-14, firing up the afterburners. “We're outta here.”

“And the defenseless women we're arriving like knights in shining armor to save?”

“We'll say a prayer.”


I write sci-fi, fantasy, action-adventures and thrillers, or some combination thereof— usually with a strong vein of dark humor. Though, my works are dramas first; the humor is there to take the edge off as with the Raiders of the Lost Ark, Transformers, and Jurassic Park franchises.

I wrote screenplays for a while, and while enjoying them, I found them a bit confining. After a while you just need the extra page count to flesh out characters better and do additional world building, especially when considering doing anything epic in scope. I also took a run at future forecasting and trend tracking, being as I always had my head in the future, things like Alvin Toffler’s Future Shock. I also relished this, and can certainly see myself releasing a few titles accordingly in the nonfiction area. But since delving into novels, short and long, I’ve definitely found my home and my voice. For the first time I feel the restraints have been taken off of my imagination. I suppose all mediums have their limits, so I may end up doing a mix of things, but I suspect I will continue to spend most of my time with novels. Series add an additional dimension, allowing for even more depth and development both in the character and world building departments. But I remain at heart a divergent thinker, so, no surprise, I seem to have more series going than follow up installments at this point. That too may change over time; we’ll see. Until then, it may be best to just think of these books as one-offs if you’re fond of my writing style and some of the themes I work with.

My current catalog of twelve books represents a little over five years' worth of work. I'm currently averaging a couple books annually. Of my existing franchises with multiple installments, The Hundred Year Clone books can be read in any order, while the 5 books of Renaissance 2.0 must be read in sequence as they form part of a singular story arc (much as with A Game of Thrones.)

I live in the country where I breed bluebirds, which are endangered in these parts, as my small contribution to restoring nature's balance. When I'm not writing, or researching my next book, I may also be found socializing with friends, or working in my organic garden.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Straight Chatting from the Library - Russ Linton

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Tell us about your current book in 10 words.

The powerless son of a superhero escapes his father’s shadow.

What are you reading right now?
I’m reading several books at the moment. The first is One Night in Sixes, by a member of my critique group, Arianne “Tex” Thompson. Let’s call this one Louis L’Amour does Middle Earth. A gun slinging western full of magic and otherworldly races, Tex perfectly captures a 19th century porch side storyteller’s tone mixed with beautiful prose and highly detailed speculative elements. Go buy it. The next is Mirror Empire by Kameron Hurley. I’m only about a quarter of the way into this fantasy, but I’m hooked. It has a “points of light” feel to it, in that the world they inhabit is covered with deadly flora and fauna – the result of some cataclysmic war and magically sealed temples and cities are the only safe spots.

The book has some extremely original and progressive takes on gender roles as well and the magic system’s dependency on celestial bodies lends a sci-fi feel to what is otherwise solid fantasy. Intriguing book and looking forward to seeing how it pans out. I’m also reading Sanderson’s Way of Kings. Not much to be said there, but I’m way late to that party...

E-Reader or print? and why?

E-Reader. Why? Because I need space to live and not be buried in books and reams of paper. E-Readers let me do that. Plus, if I’m ever travelling, I can have my entire library at my fingertips. Once you get used to using the screen, it’s hard to go back. Yes, I’ve got all the nostalgic “feels” for dead tree books everyone else does, but E- Books just win on so many levels. (Not the least of which is not being made of dead tree...)

One book at a time or multiples?

It might seem like I just answered this, I mean, I’ve got three books going right now. I also crit multiple pieces a week for various groups and writer friends, not to mention my own work. I’m reading constantly. But before I started writing, I was a one book, cover-to-cover-before-I-get-a-new-one sort of guy. Now I’m a total book slut.

Dog-ear or bookmark? (don't worry—Librarian Judith won't hold it against you—much)

Neither. Dog-ear ruins pages. I scold my own kid for that one. And bookmarks? Even though I have about a thousand promo bookmarks for Crimson Son sitting right here, I don’t use them. I simply remember where I am and turn to the page. Sometimes that takes a bit of page flipping, but I can always find it quickly enough. Of course, with my recent conversion to eBooks, my Kindle remembers for me.

Least favorite book you've read this year?

Sanderson’s Elantris. Look, the guy is an amazing writer, he can handle a bad review tossed his way every now and then. I simply hated that book and forced myself to finish. The dialogue was bad and ate up endless pages while the characters huddled around one table or another scheming and trying to be witty in the most painful and unentertaining way. Those characters weren’t up to Sanderson’s standards.

I also had a beef with the magic system, something Sanderson prides himself on and usually nails. The whole idea of drawing symbols to unleash magic energy is cool (if not a bit overused). But the awkwardness of completing ever complicated diagrams in midair during a melee combat was a bit outside my suspension of disbelief. Also, don’t get me started on the awkward politics implied in the book. It wasn’t quite Terry Goodkind, but at times I felt this awkward conservative rant and commentary on poverty underpinning the plot. Not his best moment in my opinion.

Favorite book you've read this year?

Magician’s Land by Lev Grossman. That was an amazing book to cap off a very unique and frankly ruthless trilogy. His prose, to me, felt leaps and bounds above book one and I was really taken back by the subtlety of character interaction and development. I wasn’t sure about the ending, but I can forgive Grossman that because I don’t know how else he could have possibly wound up the tragic core that lurked at the center of this series. I highly recommend the trilogy if you want a break from typical high fantasy.

 Favorite genre?

Fantasy, hands down. And not just dragons and elves but fantasy in all of its flavors. Even fantasy mash ups like Urban Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, or Weird West. Anything that connects to that mythic core which we all share as human beings. I even consider superheros as part of the fantasy genre. They are a direct extension of epic heroic poetry and myth and I think any “science” they claim is so far outside the realm of possibility as to be more fantasy than straight up sci-fi. I mean, if you bombard someone with gamma rays, they become a chicken nugget, not a giant green rage monster. Just because you’ve disguised the source of the “magic” with scientific terms, doesn’t mean it becomes science fiction. Fantasy FTW! Go Hufflepuff! Baruk Kahzud! Winter is Coming!

Re-reader or not?

I rarely re-read. I’m not sure why. (I rarely re-watch movies either.) My only exception was the Dragonlance series when I was in middle school. I re-read those so many times the covers turned into a yellowed, flimsy thing which finally came off years later in my son’s hands. Aside from that, I’ve re-read the Narnia series a few times, mostly so I could read them to my son and also the Hobbit for the same reason. My wife and I read Harry Potter to him while he was in the womb and naturally we had to start over at book one when he was old enough to understand. I suppose the answer is sometimes - I re-read when I want to share a great story with others.

What would make you not finish a book?

The end of civilization. Of course, then I had have to start a utopian series ‘cause that would sell by the truckload (or donkey cart load).


His mother kidnapped, his superhero father absent, powerless Spencer Harrington faces a world of weaponized humans to prove himself and find the truth.

Nineteen-year-old Spencer is the son of the Crimson Mask, the world's most powerful Augment. Since witnessing his mother's abduction by a psychotic super villain two years ago, he's been confined to his father's arctic bunker. When the "Icehole" comes under attack from a rampaging robot, Spencer launches into his father's dangerous world of weaponized human beings known as Augments.

With no superpowers of his own save a multi-tool, a quick wit and a boatload of emotional trauma, Spencer seeks to uncover his mother's fate and confront his absentee superhero father. As he stumbles through a web of conspiracies and top secret facilities, he rallies a team of everyday people and cast-off Augments. But Spencer soon discovers that the Black Beetle isn't his only enemy, nor his worst.


The sound of dry leaves cascading downhill gets louder. My forehead lies flat on the cool earth and stubbornly, my head refuses to turn when I try to get a better look. My eyeballs feel disconnected and keep spinning, no matter how hard I focus. I see running shoes and black, ankle-length stretchy pants approaching. Maybe an Augment?

Wiry arms encircle my chest and start to pull. My moon boots catch at an awkward angle along the frame. As much as I’d love to, I can’t get my limbs to cooperate. She lifts and shifts and twists, struggling with my dead weight until the boot comes free and we tumble backwards. Smooth, damp, cool skin envelops my face for an instant and despite the mental numbness, my thawing hormones recognize the source.

Real, honest to God, non-digitized breasts. Goodbye, iPod diva.

The mystery girl struggles to her feet and drags me away from the crash site. Gently, she lays me on my side and kneels. A highlighted strand of dark brown hair has escaped her ponytail, dangling down her cheek. Her eyes glow with green flecks in the woodland light. Her lips are parted as if she’s mid-sentence. No makeup, just sweat and a smudge of dirt, all forming a stunning image.

I feel violently ill. Stabilizing my spinning head and lurching stomach becomes a priority. I roll over and clamber to my knees, palms flat on the ground. Standing would be a good start. Impressive, even. Heck, it would impress the hell out of me if I can manage to get vertical with the earth moving this much. I stagger to my feet while she keeps her hands poised to stop the impending face plant.

Figuring out some ingenious way of explaining how I crash landed in the woods that a) makes me sound badass, and b) convinces her I’m not an alien invader (unless she’s into that) isn’t working out at the moment. I could say something cool: “Me? I’ve seen worse.” Or go the funny guy route: “I meant to do that.”

Opening my mouth is a big mistake.

I really hope she didn’t like those shoes.


In the fourth grade, Russ Linton wrote down the vague goal of becoming a “writer and an artist” when he grew up. After a journey that led him from philosopher to graphic designer to stay at home parent and even a stint as an Investigative Specialist with the FBI, he finally got around to that “writing” part which he now pursues full time.

Russ creates character-driven speculative fiction. His stories drip with blood, magic, and radioactive bugs. He writes for adults who are young at heart and youngsters who are old souls. Local / Personal Bio

Russ lives in Denton, Texas where he writes beside an unnervingly quiet dog with the support of his history-obsessed son and his extremely patient wife. He regularly pursues community service and is currently scoutmaster for his son’s Boy Scout troop. He is a regular at the North Branch Writers’ Critique Group and has honed his craft through creative writing courses with Stanford University’s continuing studies program as well as writing workshops at local conventions.

Russ holds a black belt in Tae Kwon Do which was marginally more useful in a former life not making his living from behind a desk. He enjoys the outdoors and when he isn’t leading his scouts on virtual campouts in Minecraft, he’s making them haul their gear across state parks in the North Texas area.

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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Straight Browsing from the Library - Iva Valentino

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Gemma Mayfield feels like middle school is a lot to bite off and chew. School, ballet classes, and planning on how to get Trevor Davis to ask her to the Halloween Dance are a tough balancing act. On top of that, Gemma is convinced that her science teacher, Ms. Pruett, is a witch.

When things start getting fishy at school, Gemma knows that Ms. Pruett is behind it all! Students are getting spells placed on them and start to go missing. Gemma and her best friend, Izzie, vow to stop Ms. Pruett from doing any more damage. Will they be able to save Middleton Middle School from witchcraft?


Today when I came home from school, Mungo greeted me at the door. He does this every day. He was carrying his favorite little yellow ball. So I played fetch with him for a bit, because even though he is a cat, he will never stop thinking he is a dog.

When Mom came home just a few minutes later, Mungo bounded toward the door and started growling. He always does this. He looks a bit scary with his super black fur and yellow eyes. Mom had to step around him so she wouldn’t get nipped. I believe that Mom must have made Mungo mad when he was just a kitten, because he doesn’t seem to have forgiven her. I always try to stay on his good side as well.

I told Mom about what happened today. The conversation went something like this:

Mom: “Hi, honey! How was your day?”

Me: “Not so good. Ms. Pruett put a spell on me. She totally controlled my mind for like five minutes!”

Mom: “Gemma! I think we know better than that. Ms. Pruett is just a nice old lady.”

Then she went to the living room to do her yoga. I am convinced that no one believes me about this witch thing.

About the Author:
Iva Valentino lives in Arizona with her husband and their dog, Lupo. She graduated from the University of Arizona with a Bachelor’s degree in Biology and a Master’s degree in Education. She loves living year- round in the warm desert.

Iva spent many years as a middle school teacher, where she enjoyed doing fun science experiments with her students. She currently works as a science editor at an educational publishing company. She loves travel, yoga, and photography. There is nothing that brings her more happiness than a good dance class!

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Straight Chatting from the Library - Deborah A. Bailey

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Do you have any bad book habits?

My worse habit is my endless TBR list. It keeps growing for some reason! I don’t think I could read fast enough to get to all the books. But when I see a book I like, I have to get it. Or at the very least, I add it to the list. One day though, I'll get to the end of that list. I'm just not sure what year that will be.

E-Reader or print? and why?

I'm sort of in between at the moment! I have tons of books. They're filling 3 bookcases right now. For a long time I couldn't understand why anyone would use an e-reader-- that is, until I got one. Then suddenly I got it. Wherever I go I can take my library with me. Buy books on the spot and organize them into folders. There are certain books that I'd rather own as books. But for others, I'm just fine with reading them as ebooks. In fact, I'm buying more books now than I did when I only bought print books.

One book at a time or multiples?

Usually multiples! I think I have about 3 books in progress now. It depends on my mood as to which one I read at which time. But if it's a novel that has my attention, I'll usually stay with it until it's done.

Dog-ear or bookmark? (don't worry—Librarian Judith won't hold it against you—much)

Bookmark only. I really hate it when I lend someone a book, and I get it back dog-eared. It drives me crazy. My favorite books may be worn, but only because I've read them so many times. Not because I folded the corners of the pages!

When do you do most of your reading?

When I used to commute by train, I'd read on the way into work and on the way home. Now that I drive or work from home, I try to set aside time in the evenings or just before bed. The only problem is that I often end up falling asleep before I've finished a chapter. That's the downside of reading in bed.

Favorite genre?

Science fiction romance, of course! But actually, I love anything in the speculative fiction world. I'm drawn to "what if?" stories, which is why I like writing them.

Do you loan your books?

Usually not. I used to, but it only took a few times to cure me of that. Either the person would lend the book to someone else--and it would disappear--or they'd never return the book to me. So, I learned to keep my books to myself. I'll recommend a book, but I don't hand it over unless it's to someone I really trust.

Re-reader or not?

I always re-read books that I really like. In fact, I remember finishing a book I enjoyed, and immediately going back and reading it over again. When you read the book again, there are always things that you pick up that you missed the first time. Or you can see how there were hints and other indications of how things would turn out. I also like to read books that I feel can help me improve my craft. So, when I find a writer I admire, I want to know how they constructed the story. That's not something you can tell with just one reading.

What would make you not finish a book?

If I get bored I won't bother to finish. Or if the story really isn't as described. But that doesn't happen as much to me now because when I get an ebook, I read the sample first. So I can usually tell early on if the story isn’t my thing. But I did read a book that started off strong, and fell apart in the middle. It was a mystery, unfortunately. So I only kept reading to find out how it would be resolved. Otherwise, I would've put it aside.

Keep books or give them away?

It's hard for me to give book away, unless it's a donation to the library. Otherwise, I keep them. Even the ones that I don’t re-read. They're very treasured possessions. In fact, I have a bookshelf full of books in my home office. I enjoy having them around.


On the planet, Hathor, an old threat re-emerges that may destroy the fragile alliance between the Guardians and Novacorp. When Nadira is called to investigate a rash of fires throughout the city, she discovers the Deshtu, another group with PSI powers who have been purposely kept in the shadows.

Working to uncover the source of the fires, Nadira learns the brutal truth about the origin of the Guardians. The Guardian Elders have plans to make Nadira more powerful, and she may be forced to sever her psychic connection to her lover, Jonathan Keel.

When an unexpected ally gives Jonathan information about the Deshtu that connects them to the fires, he becomes a convenient scapegoat for the opposing factions. Nadira puts her life on the line to solve the crime, while the Elders make their move to remove Jonathan from her life forever.

As time runs out, the Guardians prepare for a clash with Novacorp that could plunge the planet into chaos, and a final betrayal forces Nadira to risk everything to save herself and Hathor.


Up ahead at the corner, she saw lights and transport vehicles passing back and forth. They could get one and head back to the apartment. She was in no mood to return to the reception. Not after what she'd just seen and felt.

"What the hell could be the reason to set these fires?" Jon asked, picking up the pace as they neared the corner.

"The officers think the Guardians are doing this. They believe Varyn's story."

At the corner, they hurried to the transport stand and got into the first one of a long line of shiny, blue and black vehicles. Once the doors closed behind them, she pressed her palm against the clear ID plate. "Take us home."

"Affirmative, Sentry Nadira." After retrieving her data from the system, the transport pulled into the traffic lanes, heading towards the apartment building.

"When are you going to talk to Varyn again?" Jonathan asked, as he glanced behind him.

"As soon as I can. I wanted to give her a little time. But I don't think I can wait much longer," she replied. "Is something wrong?"

"Huh? No. I just felt like we were being watched." He settled down in the seat and slid his arm around her. "It's nothing."

She remembered having that same feeling when she'd come home from the Gathering.

As a Guardian she'd tracked people before. She'd used her abilities to sense their locations and read their thoughts. Was that happening now? Were she and Jon being tracked by the people who'd set the fire?


As a little girl when Deborah A Bailey was watching Star Trek and Twilight Zone, she was writing and drawing her own superheroine comics. When she grew up, she continued to write and followed her love of technology into a career as a computer programmer and developer. But writing was never far away from her heart, so over the years she wrote and published stories set on other worlds and in Earth's future. Ultimately she fulfilled a lifelong dream and completed her first novel in the Hathor Legacy universe, Hathor Legacy: Outcast.

Her short stories have won awards from the Philadelphia Writers’ Conference and her work has been published in US1 Magazine and the Sun. In 2013 she published a short story collection, Electric Dreams: Seven Futuristic Tales. In her "other" life, she's a freelance writer who's published three non-fiction books and countless articles that have appeared in print and online. Visit her blog for writing tips, interviews and updates. 

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Monday, October 27, 2014

Straight Browsing from the Library - Brenda Novak

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Just call her Christmas Eve...

Eve Harmon has always enjoyed Christmas, but this year it reminds her of everything she doesn’t have. Almost all her friends are married now, and that’s what Eve wants, too. Love. A husband and kids of her own. But the B-and-B she manages and even Whiskey Creek, the small Gold Country town where she was born and raised, suddenly seem...confining.

As Eve turns thirty-five, she’s worried that her future will simply be a reflection of her past. She’s dated all the eligible men in the area. There’s no one she could even imagine as a husband— until a handsome stranger comes to town. Eve’s definitely attracted to him, and he seems to have the same reaction to her. But his darkly mysterious past could ruin Eve’s happily ever after—just when it finally seems within reach. Just when she’s counting on the best Christmas of her life!


Moving slowly to compensate for her hangover, she managed to prop herself against the headboard and, once there, frowned at her bedmate.

Who the heck was he?

She had no idea, but she was relieved to see that he was no bum off the street. He wasn’t even one of those “he looked a lot more attractive last night” kind of pickups everyone joked about. This guy was so far above average that she began to wonder why he wasn’t already taken.

Heaven forbid that was the case! She didn’t see a ring on his left hand, which rested on the pillow above his head. But he had to have some story. If he looked this good sleep-tousled, she could only imagine what he’d be like once he had a chance to clean up.

It was his bone structure, she decided. Those pronounced cheekbones. The narrow bridge across his nicely shaped nose. The distinct ridge of his upper eye sockets. He also had a strong chin and a manly jaw, which certainly didn’t detract.

So maybe she couldn’t point to just one or two features. With his long, sandy-colored hair spread across his pillow, he resembled a fallen angel—and his body further enhanced that image. Although bedding covered his lower half—thank goodness—she could see his torso. He was built like a greyhound or panther, lean and sinewy and ideally proportioned with very little body hair. What body hair he did have was golden and downy, as appealing as his tanned skin. He’d make a nice subject for a painter, she mused, someone looking for refined masculine beauty—a man who could even be called elegant.

But not everything about him was elegant. When she looked closer, she could see that he had some very unusual scars....

What types of injuries could’ve caused those? she wondered. It seemed to her that he’d been shot, and more than once. Several round, bullet-size marks dotted his chest. Then there was a long, jagged scar on his side that must’ve come from something else....

Out of nowhere—he didn’t open his eyes first, so she had no warning—he grabbed her wrists in a crushing grip and slammed her onto her back.

Eve gasped as she stared up at him. Gone was the image of an angel, fallen or otherwise. Shocked at being so easily and unexpectedly overpowered, she couldn’t even scream. His fierce expression, as if he was intent on causing her bodily harm, made it worse.

Had she brought home a homicidal maniac? Was he about to kill her?

The terror that surged up must’ve shown on her face because he suddenly came to his senses.

He gave his head a shake. His expression cleared and, letting go, he eased off her and slid back onto his side of the bed.

“Sorry about that. I thought...” His words trailed off, and he covered his eyes with one arm as if he needed a moment to pull himself together.

Her heart was now pounding in unison with her head. But once she could speak somewhat normally, she prompted him to finish his sentence. “Thought what?”

His lips turned down. “Never mind. I was dreaming.”

She pressed a hand to her chest as though she could slow her galloping pulse. “It couldn’t have been a pleasant dream.”

“They never are,” he muttered.


New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Brenda Novak is the author of more than fifty books. A four-time Rita nominee, she has won many awards, including the National Reader’s Choice, the Bookseller’s Best, the Book Buyer’s Best, the Daphne, and the Holt Medallion. She also runs an annual on-line auction for diabetes research every May at (her youngest son has this disease). To date, she’s raised over $2 million. For more about Brenda, please


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Straight Chatting from the Library - Kaizen Love

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Tell us about your current book in 10 words.

This book illuminates the power gratitude has in our lives.

What are you reading right now?

Right now I am currently reading "The World We Found" by Thrity Umrigar and "The Pearl That Broke Its Shell" by Nadia Hashimi.

Do you have any bad book habits?

I love to dog-ear my books, and unconsciously spill coffee on them.

E-Reader or print? and why?

I think they both serve their purpose. Print books because I love how they feel and smell. E-reader because its easier to read just about anywhere.

One book at a time or multiples?

I am always reading multiples.

Dog-ear or bookmark? (don't worry—Librarian Judith won't hold it against you—much)

I only dog-ear my own books, so Librarian Judith need not worry.

Favorite book you've read this year?

That would have to be The Afterlife of Billy Fingers:How My Bad-Boy Brother Proved to Me There's Life After Death by Annie Kagan. I thought it was a bit bizarre, but after losing my dad last year, it was comforting in its own unique way.

Favorite book to recommend?

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Keep books or give them away?

I tend to give most of the books I buy away. But, I try to keep my favorites.


My Name Is Thank-You allows us into the worlds of two very different thirteen-year-old girls. Each girl’s voice carries its own unique tone, as the girls beckon us to follow magically into their lives. One is a joyous story of hope against all odds, the search for acceptance, and the longing for unconditional love; the other a sad tale of unspeakable abuse, constant rejection, and an overwhelming sense of loneliness. Thank-You and Josephine create around us a world rich with emotion, one that will leave you inspired, breathless, and yearning for more words.


"There is nothing better than being able to swim in a pool of knowledge so deep it forces ignorance to be uncomfortable in its own skin, to where it no longer holds a sense of being, a sense of purpose. That’s what books do. They allow us to live in the minds of every type of human. They allow us to taste the kind of freedom that even the end of slavery didn’t bring."


Kaizen Love is an up and coming writer, spinning words into a beautiful web that should enrich the lives of all who read them. She has a positive and fresh take on life, and has mastered the art of storytelling. She grew up reading books by authors from every style, race, nationality, culture, and religious perspective; drawing inspiration from each one. Her greatest mission is to share love.

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