Interview with the Awethors Featuring Matthew Harrill

I’ve had a busy weekend digging into authors with interesting and compelling novels. Sunday Night I found myself sucked into a Facebook event with the host being Matthew Harrill. He had just recently released the final novel to his series ‘The ARC Chronicles’ Hellbeast. Words can’t even describe the imagination and determination Matt has for his books and characters, so today, I had to have him jump on the series. Here’s a little bit about him and we’ll bounce into the interview.

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Born and raised in Bristol, England, Matthew W Harrill is an international award-winning horror author. His series, ‘The ARC Chronicles’ consists of Hellbounce (which has received acclaim at the Halloween Book Festival, the London Book Festival and most recently the 2015 International Book Awards), Hellborne and the final book of the series, Hellbeast is imminent.

In addition to his mentor David Farland (The Runelords, The Courtship of Princess Leia [as Dave Wolverton]), Matt is always thankful to know the British author Juliet E McKenna, who has helped him countless times. He is a fan of fantasy, loving Robert Jordan’s ‘Wheel of Time’ series. He also has a lot of time for the truly bizarre horror of H P Lovecraft, citing this as an influence on his work. He also cites the fictional author ‘Hank Moody’ as an influence.

Matthew has worked as a labourer, a barman, a cleaner, a joiners mate. In addition he has dabbled in commercial insurance and has for the past 12 years implemented share plans for Xerox.

When not working, Matthew enjoys tennis with his son, watching movies and television series such as Supernatural and Grimm, blogging and cookery.

William: Thank you for joining us today, Matt. Who or what inspired you to write ‘The Arc Chronicles’?

Matt: I wanted to explore the greater consequences of what might happen if Hell actually froze over. What would cause it? Where would the inhabitants of Hell go? What would they do to guarantee survival? In terms of who, my mentor David Farland was a heavy influence. When I came up with the idea, a two hour brainstorm set me on the course to the series, and I have not stopped in nearly 4 years.

William: Wow, I can tell you were extremely passionate about this series. If any readers haven’t already picked up his book, do it today because this is an awesome story to get lost into. Here’s a quick blurb of Hellbeast:

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The fate of the world is balanced on a knife-edge. Despite everything Madden and Eva have been through to prevent it, the ARC Council is in disarray, demons roam the Earth. The Apocalypse is closer than ever. The solution couldn’t be further from her grasp.

Enter the final chapter of The ARC Chronicles, where Eva throws off the yolk of personal tragedy and follows her destiny to the one place she doesn’t want to go, the one place she cannot hope to avoid.

Hellbeast: Heroes don’t always walk in the light.

William: What can you tell our readers about Madden and Eva in the story? And a little insight on how you developed the two characters?

Matt: Madden and Eva are based on real people. Ewa is a young lady who I used to work with who pestered me to start writing again after a long break, and Chris Madden helped solve the conundrum of ‘what scares a demon?’ for me. Now Eva Ross and Madden Scott are very different to their ‘owners’ – Madden especially. He was born into privilege and never really had to do a thing for himself. When an unfortunate event compounded that fact, he just went with it. Eva on the other hand is very clever, very driven and has worked hard to get where she is. And as the song goes… opposites attract….

William: ‘Owners’ I absolutely love it! When you are writing, are there any specific bands or type of music you listen to that sets the mood for your stories? How about outside of writing?

Matt: It depends on my location. On the bus, where I write during the commute and I will write to whatever is playing on my iphone, and that could be pop, rock, instrumental, or pure idiocy. I have it all.

In the office, I have set favourites, all lyricless: Deep and Chilled Euphoria (Various Artists)

Desderii Marginis: That which is tragic and timeless

Atrium Carceri: Kapnobatai

God is an Astronaut: All is Violent, all is bright

Vishuda Kali & Chaos is Shelter: The mirror

William: Those are some interesting pieces for the office. I’ll have to go through and check them out! Do you have any specific quotes in each novel of ‘The ARC Chronicles’ that just press at you?

Matt: “Demons Don’t Always Hide In The Dark” for Hellbounce

“Follow Your Instinct” for Hellborne

“Heroes Don’t Always Walk In The Light” for Hellbeast

William: Quotes to live by today! How long have you been writing this series and how did you find yourself writing in this genre?

Matt: Since February 2012, when I had the epiphany about Hell freezing over. When I came up with the idea, it just fit. The ARC Chronicles would never be a political thriller…. Though I actually think there are a lot of elements of many other genres in my writing.

William: When an author successfully molds multiple genres in a book, it is a sweet victory for everyone. I’ve really enjoyed the enthusiasm you’ve brought with your novels. Now, stories like the one you’ve written normally have biblical significance to it, will we see technology advancements mold into it?

Matt: It is very biblical. I draw on a lot of elements of the bible, twist some, totally rewrite others. The technology comes from the necessity in the series to combat the biblical element, which in itself has significant technological advancement.

William: That answer gave me goosebumps, Matt. I love it when authors do these types of changes in a story. Now, before we wrap things up do you have any advice to writers, particularly things to avoid, while writing an apocalyptic world?

Matt: Keep it real. My apocalyptic world is present day. I wanted real settings that you could go to and imagine what happens in the books. Aside from one very obvious exception in book 3, everything is real. Humans can associate with real. It gives them a sense of comfort, something to grasp on to. It’s not all devastation… that is to come in the next series…

William: Thanks for doing this today, Matt. Before we go, I wanted to leave a sample for anyone jaw dropped by the ideas of Matt’s ‘Arc Chronicles’. Thanks again, Matt for providing an awesome sample for my readers!

Two camels sat side-by-side, evidently content to wait for their owner to invite them to stand. One chewed feed, its jaw moving laterally. The animals did not need feeding but the treat helped cement the bond. Their owner had been with them for a while. He knew their temperament.

It was the middle of the afternoon; the temperature approached forty-five degrees Celsius. The sun blazed in the cerulean desert sky, roasting the crusted hardpan. There was little, if any, moisture in the Gobi desert. Camels were the only creatures able cross the great expanses and not perish. They were also much more anonymous than off-roaders.

He had been crisscrossing the desert for six months now, seeking any sign of clues that related to a Holy City in the sky. The Convocation of the Sacred Fire had been convinced of the city’s existence long before its media debut only weeks ago. His job was to find the answers.

Now, an unprecedented event overshadowed even that. In mid-air, maybe three or four hundred feet above ground level, perhaps two miles in the distance, a cloud had formed, moisture spinning from nowhere to coalesce directly above the waves of heat radiating from the ground.

The cloud, which should have been forced up by the thermals, remained stationary, ever growing, black and threatening. Sparks of lightning began to appear around the outer rim of the cloud, dancing about its surface. Then something the watcher had never before witnessed began to occur. Bolts of lightning launched up from the ground, touching the base of the cloud and working their way up until a continual chain of lightning fed the center. The bright white core of the cloud began to expand; the noise that much concentrated heat combusting generated was almost too much for him.

And then, as quickly as the pyrotechnics had started, the show stopped. The lightning winked out and the cloud was finally forced into the sky. The only indication it was ever there was the tangy stink of concentrated ozone.

The observer reached under his robes, bringing out a sat- phone. He pressed one button, a prepared number.

“This is Baxter,” he said in a posh English accent. “Sir, it has begun.”

If you haven’t already checked out Matthew Harrill, go to the links below to find him. You will be blown from this world when you see what is boiling inside this author’s head!

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Goodreads.com author page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8288084.Matthew_W_Harrill

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/Matthew.W.Harrill.Author?fref=ts

Official Website: www.matthewharrill.com

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Interview with the Awethors Featuring Jason Greensides

I’m back with another segment of “Interview with the Awethors”. I wanted to take a moment and thank each and every reader that has given each one of these authors, I have had the pleasure of talking to, well deserved attention. Each one of these authors has put immense amounts of hard work, time, and soul into their novels, and it gives me joy to see the comments and likes that each author has received. I applaud you all.

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Today, I’m here with an author that has relaunched his novel “The Distant Sound of Violence”. It’s a story that makes you fall back into your past and think about those teenage decisions that may still be lingering in your mind today. Please give Jason Greensides a warm welcome!

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Jason Greensides has a degree in Video Production and Film Studies and has made several short films, two of which have been broadcast on television – but writing fiction is his real passion.

He’s interested in ‘outsider’ types, people operating on the edge of society. This inspired him to write his first novel, The Distant Sound of Violence. It’s about a group of kids, one in particular, Nathan Dawes, whose philosophical obsessions and criminal connections have made him an outcast at school.

Jason is now working on his second novel, another coming-of-age mystery, but on coffee breaks he blogs and tweets about writing, and throws in the occasional book

William: In your youth, did you make any questionable decisions that may linger today?

Jason: Not decisions as such. When I was fifteen, though, I had to move to another town from which I’d grown up. Leaving all my friends like that was certainly a significant moment for me, one I’ll never forget and always live with. Some of the things Nathan goes through when he is fifteen, although way more extreme than this, are certainly inspired by this event in my life.

William: I will say reading through your novel, Nathan’s decision were pretty intense at his age. Between Nathan and Ryan, which character do you relate to more?

Jason: I relate to both. Ryan is better adjusted to life – that’s the normal(ish) part of me. Nathan, however, is that ‘outsider’ aspect I’ve always had within me. I’m mixed race, I’m often unsociable, and have spent too much time going from job to job with no real career plan. These are just three ways that, at times, have given me a feeling of alienation.

William: I love books that have an author’s personalities built inside of different characters. What I’ve read so far, you have successfully fulfilled that joy. In the novel, what can you tell readers about the Grove Runners Gang,and is there any significance to the name?

Jason: Apart from its plot significance, the gang were used as a way to highlight the theme of existing ‘outside’ society. Weirdly, however, that the members are part of a gang, to me, ironically gives them some kind of a place in society. In being on the fringes of society, the gang are not separate from it, they affirm it, they define themselves by it whether they know it or not. The name “The Grove Runners” asserts this theoretical idea further. They hang out on Ladbroke Grove, a well-known part of west London near Notting Hill, so again, they are affirming their existence as part of society, not separate from it. They are also used as a comparative device to show how far Nathan falls, a fall which is truly outside mainstream society.

William: You really know how to pack a punch when it comes to highlighting a life outside of society. I want to cut over to a video you posted recently before we continue on about yourself.

William: I can’t describe the emotions that go through any author that receives that proof copy of their novel. I know it was an ecstatic moment for me, and when I see it through another author, it melts my heart for them. In the video, can you describe the feelings that were in you at that moment?

Jason: As you know I filmed this moment in order to put it on YouTube, so to begin with I was more concerned about the technical aspects of having the camera set up right, making sure the lighting was OK, and going over the points I knew I needed to cover, rather than opening the package itself. After a few false starts, I was finally at the point where I could actually open the package from CreateSpace for the first time. Then I was mainly filled with a ludicrous childish excitement. I say “mainly,” as the excitement was only marred by the prospect of the novel looking bad or something being off in the interior – basically the unwelcome prospect of more work ahead. Still, it was a great moment, unlikely to be repeated.

William: “ludicrous childish excitement”, I don’t think anyone could describe it better than you, my friend! Did you happen to receive any “feel good” moments from your beta readers in the weeks before the release? Maybe one that struck you the most?

Jason: When one of them said, “That was better than I was expecting.”

William: While your novel does start in the teenage years of the characters, I want to learn more about you, Jason. How were you brought up and how did that mold you into the man/author you are today?

Jason: When I was a kid I used to love going on adventures in the woods, going on bike rides, and riding that bike hard. I guess at some point there was a part of me that loved taking risks, putting myself on the edge. Crashing into rivers, doing crazy jumps that often ended in injury… That risk-taking certainly comes out in my writing. I’m not about to write something straight forward; I have to push what I think I’m capable of. Also I seem a little schizophrenic. Part of me has a foul mouth and has half my face drooling in the gutter (Nathan’s swearing cat is a reflection of this). The other half has his head in the clouds, loves highbrow art, e.g., literary novels, philosophy, and classical music. My novels are also like this. There are some trashy, guttersnipe aspects to my personality, but conversely, high-blown (and pretentious) literary aspirations, too.

William: I think every author has a little schizophrenia in them. I never really thought of it that way until you brought up both sides of it. I for one, like writing and playing music but the other side would love to sit in a cage with great white sharks surrounding me. A shark tank may not be an ideal place for inspiration but what places do you go to get those creative juices flowing?

Jason: Walking. Anywhere. Or travelling on the tube. The act of walking or the hypnotic lull of a tube journey unsticks my thought processes and are a great way to mull over ideas and workout plot problems.

William: I can’t help but say all your answers so far have been very unique. “hypnotic lull of a tube journey”.You are like a master with words! Before we go, are there any hints of a future release anytime soon?

Jason:  I’m part of the amazing Awethors Facebook group and we are releasing an anthology of short stories later this month. My story, Even Silence has an Echo, is featured. After that they’ll be my second novel due out sometime next year. It’s another literary coming of age mystery about the investigation into a boy’s suicide.

William: I’m looking forward to having the opportunity to pick up another novel next year, Jason. Do you have any shout outs to anyone that has pushed you to this point in your career?

Jason: Wonderful feedback from Nathan Jones and Emma Hensby in the early drafts of The Distant Sound of Violence. And all Awethors for their constant encouragement, advice, and support.

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Jason’s debut novel, The Distant Sound of Violence, will be on $0.99 / £0.99 Amazon Kindle promotion between Tuesday 29th September and Sun 4th October.

Amazon link for The Distant Sound of Violence mybook.to/TDSOV

Other links:

Website: jasongreensides.com

Facebook: facebook.com/jasongreensidesauthor

Twitter: twitter.com/jasongreensides

Google Plus: plus.google.com/+JasonGreensides

Pinterest: pinterest.com/jasongreensides

Goodreads: goodreads.com/Jason_greensides

Thanks for joining me on another spectacular interview with one of the authors that truly grab the attention of readers from the start. If you are an author interested in joining me the blog series, please send your submissions to: lloyd.jr@aol.com.

Interview with the Awethors Featuring Kristina Stanley

Thanks for joining us today on Interview with the Awethors. Today I have a special treat for you guys! Today we have mystery author, Kristina Stanley here!

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Kristina Stanley is the author of the Stone Mountain Mystery Series. Her books have garnered the attention of prestigious crime writing organizations in Canada and England. Crime Writers of Canada nominated DESCENT for the 2014 Unhanged Arthur award. The Crime Writers’ Association nominated BLAZE for the 2014 Debut Dagger. She is also published in the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine.

William: Thank you for joining me today, Kristina. In your novel, Descent, were there any personal experiences that helped you write the story?

Kristina: I did work at a ski resort as the director of human resources, security and guest services and that certainly influenced my work. No one was murdered while I worked at the resort, but I did have a lot of interaction with ski racers, tuners and coaches. I’ve alpine skied, snowshoed, cross-country skied, and snowmobiled. All of these activities take place in Descent, but or course in a dramatic fashion. I didn’t personally experience the dramatic lifestyle of Kalin Thompson, but she was fun to write about.

William: Do you feed any characteristics of people in you personal life into the characters in your novel?

Kristina: Only the dogs. The dogs in my novels are based on real dogs that have been in my life. This started when my beautiful yellow lab, Chica, died at the age of four. I was heartbroken and added her to Descent as a tribute. She fit the story since many people living in or close to the wilderness have a dog. I think she brings a sense of reality to Kalin and Ben. Farley, my soft-coated wheaten terrier, makes his debut in Blaze.

For people, I like to make them up from scratch. It’s much more fun that way, and I’m not restricted by anything I know about a real person. I’d worry that if I drew from people around me, I wouldn’t create the best possible story for my characters.

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William: In Descent, I really enjoyed getting to know Kalin and how she would be the first person to jump into any situation . Describe your character Kalin in one word, and why?

Kristina: Driven.

Whatever Kalin takes on, whether it is in her personal or her professional life, she lives it fully. There is no half way. In each Stone Mountain Mystery, Kalin drives the story forward by searching for the villain in her small community. And sometimes, the villain is someone she’s close to.

William: You’ve done a fantastic job building Kalin as a character in this mystery series. When did you discover that you had a niche for writing mystery novels?

Kristina: I’ve always loved reading mystery novels, so it seemed like the natural genre for me to write in. Unless I’m reading non-fiction, I want to disappear in a story, so I wanted to write stories where others can do the same. I like to refer to Descent as a winter beach read.

William: A winter beach read, I love that. What kind of creative atmosphere assists in producing the story?

Kristina: When I am creating the story, I like to work in silence without interruption. I spent many hours living aboard my sailboat, Mattina (http://kristinastanley.com/2014/02/24/writing-platform/ ), and found that environment conducive to creativity. Somehow a gentle breeze, a light rocking, and a cockpit all to myself was the perfect environment for writing. Being in fresh air most of the day also helps creativity. I have to be physically writing, and by that I mean typing or using a pen, to be creative. Sitting around drumming up ideas in my head without putting them to a page doesn’t work for me.

William: It’s like my English professor always told me, “Don’t sit and contemplate, just write what comes to mind…” Was there anyone that influenced you and pushed you to write?

Kristina: Writing came from within me. I’ve had lots of encouragement from friends, family and other authors. I’m not sure where the drive or interest came from. I have a Combined Honors in Computer Mathematics and spent 15 years in a high tech career in the telecommunications industry. Somewhere along the line, I decided to write. I spent almost 6 years working in a ski resort and when I left, I developed the Stone Mountain Mystery Series.

William: Here’s a question many readers and writers ask each other, what are you currently reading?

Kristina: I’m reading a Cafe Paradise by Carol Balawyder (http://carolbalawyder.com). It’s not the type of book, I normally read as it’s not a mystery, but I’m enjoying it. One of the best side effects of blogging and connecting with other authors online is I find I read a wider set of books in genres I wouldn’t normally pick up. I’ve discovered many great books this way that I would otherwise have missed out on.

William: Do you have any advice that may help writers struggling with productivity in the craft?

Kristina: Be persistent. The only way to get better is to practice, listen to feedback, and practice more. At some point, you have to prioritize your writing over other activities in your life. When you do this, you’ll find the time to write.

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If you’re looking for something to read and you haven’t read Descent yet, now is your chance before Blaze comes out on October 25, 2015. Find Descent at: http://mybook.to/Descent

Also, check out Kristina’s page at:

www.kristinastanley.com

Interview with the Awethors Featuring Suzi Albracht

Welcome back to the blog series “Interview with the Awethors”! Today, I have the pleasure of sitting down with the Horror/Thriller author Suzi Albracht. Thank you for joining us today on the second post of our series, Suzi.

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William: I have to say Suzi, “Death Most Wicked”, really brought the chills in my bones. I was just curious to know what was the inspiration behind the story?

Suzi: When I finished writing The Devil’s Lieutenant, I realized that Mikael was such a critical player that he deserved to have his own story told. It was important to the story line of The Devil’s Due Collection that the reader realize that there was more to Mikael than the dark place he was in when he first appeared in The Devil’s Lieutenant. I am very happy with Death Most Wicked and the telling of Mikael’s backstory. To me, he is the real hero, dark as he is now, of The Devil’s Due Collection. Who knows… perhaps he will get redemption in an upcoming book.

William: Mikael seems to have a special place in your heart as a character. Does Mikael Ruskoff play a certain role in your personal life?

Suzi: Mikael’s not a real person except on paper. However, I wish I knew a Mikael Ruskoff. I suppose if I analyzed my construction of Mikael that he is a combination of traits of various men I have met in person or in movies/books. But if I did say that I would have to clarify it to say that each contribution is miniscule. Mikael is his own person almost as he would be in flesh and blood.

William: A character created from the imagination. In my opinion, those are the best characters to have because they can surprise you at any turn. Now, if you could look into the eyes of a criminal, what would their normal life be like? Maybe a certain occupation?

Suzi: Well, that would depend on the nature of the criminal’s crimes and his personality. I think criminals can be personable, and most are certainly smart enough to have great careers. In my horror world, I can see a criminal being a lawyer who is high profile and perhaps has an extravagant personal life. What better way to hide his crimes than to bury them within his clients or perhaps friends who owe him money or favors? One of my “criminals” owns an automobile dealership. In his case, he is a snarky, envious kind of jerk. Having the dealership gives him respectability and the money necessary to hide his other activities and any additional monies he might acquire from his “ hobby”. If he weren’t such a jerk, I’d give him a wife

William: Ha-Ha! You have a point there. So what is your daily writing routine?

Suzi: I don’t have a routine per se. I play it by ear. Some days are writing days, on others marketing rules. And on still others, I will do research or create new photo cards to send out tweets.
I do have somewhat of a routine for writing a book. I start by writing down little snippets on neon colored index cards. I carry a stack of index cards wherever I go so that I can jot down those snippets anywhere I am at the moment. Eventually, there comes a point when I put those cards in order and then into the computer. I’ll juggle and re-juggle them until I get the backbone of my story and a flow of potential chapters. Next, I’ll begin to flesh out and write the stories. That part is euphoric for me. I feel all the emotions the characters experience, smell all the scents, even hunger if they do. It’s like living my own personal story. When I feel I have finished writing the story, I edit or do hand rewrites using my preferred brand of pens in hot pink. Usually, the book will be finished and ready for the last rounds of editing just before I go on a vacation or a long weekend trip so I’ll take it with me to edit whenever I get a down moment. Lastly, I’ll have an intense 3 week period where I will do nothing but reviewing in both printed pages and on the computer, trying to eliminate those typos and missing words. I don’t usually celebrate because I feel a little depressed when a book is finished. I’ll feel that way until a few note cards into starting the next book.

William: From other authors, I have heard the same feeling that once a book is finished it is a bit depressing after finishing a world that you were lost in for so long. Well, more about yourself, Suzi, are there any hobbies you enjoy?

Suzi: Pool, watching TV, going to movies & plays, exploring places on vacation.

William: Jumping off subject for a minute. What are my chances of beating you in a game of pool considering I play rarely?

Suzi: Oh boy, is that a trick question? To be honest, your odds would probably not be good. I’m not a high skilled player at the moment but I am a clutch player. I almost always beat people the first time I play them unless they are a much higher skilled player and I typically win in championships. I’ve been on winning teams and I’ve been on losing teams. One team even went to Vegas for the APA’s Championship. So yes I would probably beat you the first time but I’m sure that with a little practice we could go head to head.

William: Well, maybe one day I’ll have to opportunity to take you on in a match. Ha-Ha! Before we start to wrap things up, is there anyone special that you’d like to shout out to that has been an influence on your career as a writer?

Suzi: That would be Stephen King, of course. Until I read SK, my writing did not have a real direction. William Faulkner has a great impact on my writing as well. Teacher wise, there was a teacher in college who pushed me when no one else did. He wasn’t the first teacher to feel I had talent but he was the one who made me believe in myself. I wish I could remember his name. I can see his face when I think of him but at the time, I was going through some very trying times and names of people from that time period are lost to me. I think he planted a seed that grew without me knowing it.

William: Stephen King is one of my all time favorite authors as well. Last question I have here for you, what advice can you give to readers that are struggling with the negative feedback from peers about fulfilling their dreams?

Suzi: First – Not every piece of advice a peer or anyone else gives you is valid. When someone says something negative about your story or book, don’t get all worked up. Instead, think about what they said. Ask yourself if it is valid or just their opinion. If it’s an opinion, feel free to ignore it. Remember, everyone has an opinion but just because something works for their style of writing does not mean you have to do it too. I hate even saying this but there will be times that you will meet other writers who are jealous and say things just to make themselves sound or look better. Sad, but true, not every troll comes from the outside readers, some reside in the trenches with you.
Second – Rise above the criticism. Don’t fight back against someone who has been unfair to you. It is not worth it and you never know how deep a person will go to get revenge. Instead, believe in yourself and in your work. As long as you know you have done your best, keep writing. You don’t have to be friends with negative people but it’s better not to make them enemies either. You can’t control how they think or what they say so don’t even try. Shake it off as best you can. By doing so, you are not forgiving them, you are supporting yourself.

William: Suzi, I really do appreciate you sitting down and taking the time to answer my questions today.

If you want to check out some of Suzi’s books, she is currently attending a Book Tour: Rocking Awesome! I am tour #1 of the MOST EXCELLENT WORLDWIDE BOOK TOUR – http://ow.ly/Sd9Xh

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Please go to any of the buy links below to check out her novels!

Here are my buy links:
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Also, Check out her book trailer for The Devil’s Lieutenant:

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Sex Scene in my novel Horizon (Explicit Material: Sexual Content and Language)

I just wanted to share with you guys a sex scene I wrote for my relaunch of Horizon in November. I’ve never really tried this out and it may be a little risky for me as a writer, but I wanted feedback as to if I’m going too far outside of the genre of Science Fiction/Thriller/Romance. I’m trying to avoid going into the genre of erotica and the best way to get feedback about this is by asking people who may know on here. So, here it is, Chapter 3 of Horizon.

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Great Barrier Reef

The water was choppy and Aaron struggled to see the boat in the distance. Sandy and he had wandered further than he had thought. He pointed to the boat and led the way back. The clouds were darker than when they started the dive and bolts of lightning flashed in the distance. Aaron reached for the ladder at the stern of the boat and pulled himself out of the water. He offered his hand to Sandy and pulled her tank to lighten the load for her. Rain feel around them as a mild storm was passing overhead.

“We’d better get out of here before the storm gets worse,” Aaron said, ripping the tank off his back and leaning it against the seat. He ran to the ladder leaving Sandy alone with all of the equipment.

“I thought the weather was supposed to be clear skies today!” Sandy yelled from the aft.

Aaron turned the key, but the dreaded click of a dead battery was the sound he was hoping he would not hear today. He slammed his fist against the panel and still nothing. Sandy climbed up the ladder and poked her head over his right shoulder. She chuckled and patted Aaron on the back.

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“Yeah.” He shook his head and stretched his arms out with his fingers curled over the wheel. “Not today!” he screamed, kicking the lower panel with the side of his foot. Each time his foot connected with the steel it hurt more. “Ugh! We’re stuck out here.”

“Well, no point in waiting for lightning to strike us. Let’s just go down to the cabin and wait it out. It’s the only option we have.” Sandy smiled innocently.

Aaron looked back up at her with bloodshot eyes and an irritated glare. “How is it that my battery was working just fine before we left, but now it’s dead, Sandy, can you explain to me how that is possible?”

“Maybe it was an act of God, Aaron, or better yet maybe I did it because I have some sick twisted fantasy about you.” She climbed down the ladder. “I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure lightning can kill you. If we have a roof over our head, I’m pretty sure our survival rate in a storm increases tremendously.”

He watched her disappear down the stairs to the cabin. He twisted the key one more time, but it clicked multiple times and remained unresponsive to his efforts.

“Fuck it. Guess I might as well get comfortable while I wait for someone to find us,” he said, climbing down the ladder and stairs to his cabin.

Sandy walked out of the bathroom with the handle of Captain Morgan in her hand and a white towel wrapped over her head. She was already out of her wet suit and in her white bikini. Aaron grabbed a towel from the floor and patted his wet arms. His curiosities ensued as he watched her tilt the handle and take a swig of his liquor. She slid onto the bed on her stomach letting the curve to her buttocks rise as though waiting for Aaron to join her.

“You have to do that now?” he asked, sitting at the edge of the bed with caution.

“What? I was thirsty and I don’t like beer,” she whined.

“So you drink my rum? It’d probably be wise for me to fire you for drinking on the job now,” he laughed.

“You’re funny but last I checked employees get paid. Have you forgotten that you owe for at least three months of back salary?”

“I figured you’d eventually get the point and stop showing up for work.” He flopped backwards onto the bed and pressed his palms to his forehead. “I don’t even know how the hell we’re going to get back to the harbor.”

“I’m sure a boat will pass by soon. Just have to be patient.”

She set the handle of rum on the end table and rested her legs across the bed. Aaron turned his head towards her noticing her hard nipples pressing against his top. There was a distinctive shaded oval behind her white bikini that drove him wild, but he held back his sexual innuendo.

“What makes you think that?” he coughed and swallowed with a slight crack in his throat.

“Boats travel across here all the time especially deep sea fishermen boats.”

“Why is it that you’re the only woman I know that could pass for a dude?” he blurted.

“I have an older brother. He just grew on me as we got older.”

“Oh, you have a brother?” He wanted to change the subject, but his attention was focused on her body. He felt like a lousy sleeve ball having these feelings for Sandy. His intentions were more questionable now than when he interviewed her for the job. ‘Am I really that desperate?

“I use to but….” Her words were lost now, and Aaron was lost in the fascination of her smooth legs and flower shaped birth mark on her inner left thigh. He no longer had control and his pants were gradually getting tighter by the second. “I remember loving you so much.”

“Huh, what?” Aaron was startled by the last phrase and returned to reality as soon as that four letter word popped up in the conversation. “Could you repeat that last part again?”

“I remember loving him so much.”

Aaron stared at her with a confused look. “Your brother?”

“Yes? Geez, Aaron, do you ever listen to a woman without spacing out?”

“Well, it’s kind of hard when a woman is dressed like she’s ready to hop on a pole soon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she gawked and jokingly smacked his arm.

“I don’t know. Sorry, I was just admiring h-h-how beautiful you look,” he cringed. ‘Can’t even resist the urge of fucking your assistant can you, Aaron,’ he said to himself.

“Please, save me the vomit. I hear that just about every other minute when I’m out on the town.”

The hum of the rain was the only sound left in the cabin as he stood up. He peered out through the porthole at the sun poking in and out of the clouds over head. His feelings for Abigail were strong, but he was lost and broken. He struggled with his alcohol addiction for years and now he fell back into his old habits. He scratched the back of his head when he felt Sandy’s soft fingertips glide across his arm. Ripples of tiny bumps poked from his skin as a flush of adrenaline overwhelmed him. His face turned a shade of burgundy as he felt her fingers rustle in his hair. His eyelids grew heavy with relation as she moved her hands across his abs and against the solid mound between his legs.

He pulled himself away breathing heavy with nervousness and anxiety. His emotions were a mess inside of his chest and clarity was no longer present in his subconscious.

“I can’t do this. I love Abi and you know that. Let’s just calm down,” he stuttered in heavy gasps as Sandy crawled onto the bed. She whipped her legs around underneath her and curved her back so her breasts protruded enough to entice Aaron’s neglected member. “Please I can’t do this-.” He was cut short with her finger against his lips.

“You know you want this,” she whispered in his ear as she unclipped her top. Aaron watched it fall to the floor and instinctively glanced at her breasts. He placed his hands over his eyes and walked passed her into the cabin.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

She gently grabbed his shoulder and pulled his hand from his face. “Because you’re not like any other man I know, and we are currently stranded in the middle of the ocean.”

“I can’t do this though.”

“Oh, but you will once I….” She reached down to his inner thigh feeling his thickness in the palm of her hand. The veins rippled down to the base where she juggled his sack between her fingertips. “Mm, are you sure you don’t want me now?”

Aaron bit his lip and looked to Captain Morgan’s smile on the label of the rum. He returned his attention back to her feeling every muscle in his body relax from the tender touch of a woman. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. His lips met hers halfway and he continued to nibble the side of her neck up to her earlobes. She unzipped the back of his wet suit and peeled it down his shoulders. Her lips touched each shoulder moving down his left arm and hand.

He pulled the rest of the suit off and kicked it to the side of the room as Sandy stepped back and removed her white bikini bottoms. His eyes were locked on the brown strip that ran from her clit to a few inches below her navel. He reached for her buttocks and lifted her into the air, tossing her onto the bed. Aaron frantically ripped the rest of his clothes from his body and dove between her legs. She tightened her thighs against his ears every time his tongue twisted and turned around her clit.

“Mm” she moaned, stretching her legs into the air.

He pulled himself back up to her face as he thrusted inside of her, feeling her warm juices wet his throbbing member. He lifted her legs above her head and leaned over her as he pressed harder and deeper inside of her.

Her nails dug into his back leaving thin pink lines across his shoulder blades. He pulled himself off of her and flipped her onto her stomach. He watched her cheeks ripple across her buttocks as he inserted himself into the wet hole that was begging for more. His muscles tensed and sweat glistened on his skin. He clenched a wad of blond hair and pulled her back to him.

“This didn’t happen,” he whispered with a growl.

Sandy squealed as she finally felt a warm sensation of cum and coincidentally Aaron came as well inside of her. She glanced over her shoulder biting her lower lip and flipping over onto her back. He tumbled next to her and let her vacate the chest of his body.

“It’s our little secret,” she responded out of breath.

New Story Line Game

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Alright so the last post kind of got confusing for a few bloggers that attempted to join the story. I’m very sorry that some of the posts did not get posted right away. It is because for some reason I have to approve your comments and until I approve them it won’t appear. Now, a few people actually made it through without an approval, so if your comment did not appear it was because someone’s comment was in before yours. I’m very sorry about that, so this time I’m going to try really hard to approve your comments, or figure out away to override the approval process. Thanks for participating and now, here’s a new story line for any newcomers.

The Earth looked like a giant blueberry from where Sam was standing. Her hairs rose from her neck down to the lower back. Silence was a relaxing solitude that she could enjoy in this prison. The moon became her new home after the leaders of Earth decided to create a galactic penitentiary for its most high profile prisoners. A steel door slammed down the hall and to her dismay it was…

Here’s a quick chapter to a project I’ve recently started working on.

Prologue

 

I stood at the top of the Marriott Hotel looking down at the lit streets of Atlanta. Multiple cars winding down narrow streets, while the night air blew past the balcony of my room. I could feel a slight chill run up my arms and down my back as the night left an eeriness that only kept questions wandering through my head.

 How quick would it be? Would anyone miss me? Would I feel anything?

All of these questions ran through my head as I lifted my leg over the railing. I felt the wind enter the bottom of my jeans as I rolled my body over the railing. My brunette hair was slapping across my face as my heart raced. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I turned my head to look down at the fate that awaits me. I’ve stood here many times before, and I’ve always backed out of the grisly death. Tonight though, I’m going to do it.

“Scarlett!” he yelled from the room.

I looked over my shoulder to see my lover racing across the room. I knew it was either go to a mental institution for attempting to jump, or I could go through with it and everything would just go away. My problems… My achievements… My existence. All of these would be gone. I would be released from the world that had weighed down my shoulders for so longer.

The door opened behind me as the curtains flailed in the air. I looked back with my hazel eyes, waiting for Jacob to rescue me. Although I wanted him dearly, I could not live with the regret that lingered in my soul. I loosened my grip on the rail and felt myself lean over. It was at that moment I knew what I had to do. My eyes wandered towards the moonlit sky, and I felt freedom more than ever before.

“No!” I heard him scream from the door, but I had already let go.

I felt weightless. Everything was in slow motion as I fell from the balcony. I opened my eyes, watching the pavement race towards me. I grinned knowing that it was all over. The scandals and murders were behind me. The sinful life I had lived for too long is now just a grain of dust in history. No longer will I have to run from the law, I can now be free and live in harmony.

I heard my mother screaming in the back of my head as I jabbed a knife in her chest. I heard the desperate gurgles of my pedophile father as he drowned in my hands. A faint crunching rattled in my ears as I watched my brother fall into a wood chipper after raping me in the attic.

Do you think I feel sympathy for any of them? My mother let it all happen, my father took my virginity, and my brother desecrated my body, until I was scarred to the point of near death. It was not just them though; there were more involved. They all are dead now.

The vigilante I became, and now, I am falling from the top of the Marriott, wasting away this broken body, this lost soul… This serial killer that wanted a perfect world. I did not just murder my whole family. I murdered every son-of-a-bitch that wanted to treat me like their little whore.

I’m almost there now. I see my world is fading in a white out as I’m only a few feet away from the pavement. This was my final act of kindness to society.

 

This is a little bit of what I have written for my book Arianna.  It is a bit intense in the first few chapter and continues to spiral into the eyes of a growing serial killer. Thanks for reading!