Thursday, May 14, 2015

Magic Thursday with Kathrine Leannan ~ Redemption, Book 2 of the Katana Series

Redemption - Book 2 of the Katana Series
Born of the blood of the Celts, chosen by the Gods—widow, Connor MacDonald seeks a new life, a new beginning. 

Fate intervenes.

She is owed a boon by the Gods. What will they offer her in Redemption for her past great sacrifice?

At dusk, the sun made its slow descent across the sky. Connor showered and changed into a pair of blue denim jeans. Before she pulled on the white cotton shirt with three quarter sleeves, she caressed the tribal tattoos on each of her upper arms. The God Killer—Yokami Sukani’s sword and the Sword of War vibrated their welcome from their resting places under the ink. Images of the Samurai and his wife, Tomoe Gazen flooded her mind.
As she buttoned her shirt, she murmured, “I miss you guys, but I so don't miss the God crap.” A sense of hope for the future settled on her.
 With the leather tab between her index finger and her thumb, she pulled on brown leather boots with three-inch heels and stood up. She nodded to her reflection in the mirror—good enough. The last thing I need is for the McVeys to think I'm not up to the job! A bloody man—Jesus!" After she unwound her long braid, she brushed the wall of hair straight then pulled the thick hank away from her face and wound it into a tight severe bun. She scooped up the keys from her dressing table and headed for the front door. She took a quick look around as she spoke aloud. ‘Well…I guess it’s now or never.”
As she walked up the stairs to the porch of the main house, she raised her hand to knock. Loud, raised voices came from inside the house. Her fist stopped in mid-air. Douglas’s voice boomed above everyone else. “…woman... Christ’s sake… Doona know… dressage school… booked... cancel… Holy God... mess… I ... Ewan! …hell…should have… Jesus God!”
Her chin dropped to her chest as she shook her head. As she stood, the setting sun, warmed her back. “Oh great, just bloody great!” After two minutes, she squared her shoulders and pounded on the door with her fist. The shouting stopped almost immediately. Mrs O’Donough swung the door open—her cheery red cheeks flushed above her wide smile. “Oh lass, come on in. Tea will be on the table, verra soon.” She took a step back and ushered Connor into the house.
In the dining room, the scrape of chairs screeched across the floor as the five men seated, rose to their feet. Tension thrummed in the room. Her heart clenched when seated next to Ewan, was a girl with shiny blonde hair. Connor guessed she was about ten or twelve years old. Next to her, balanced on a fat blue velvet pillow was an equally blonde boy who was perhaps a little older than her nephew Ethan; maybe he was three or four. Panic rose in her chest. Oh Shit! Kids! I am so not ready to deal with kids! The renewed pain of losing James, fanned her rising agitation.
Mrs O’Donough pulled a chair out at the far end of the table opposite Douglas. “Sit yourself here, I’ll be gettin’ the meal if anyone needs anythin’.”
Douglas glowered as he looked over the rim of his glass. “Care for a drink lass?”
Heart pounding, she tried to smile. “Tea, please.”
“Tea! Jesus! Cat’s piss! We drink whiskey at Glen Rowan before the evenin’ meal.”
“Good to know Mr McVey, but tea will do me, just fine.” A spike of irritation flared as he scrutinised her. The silence in the room was claustrophobic.
He sipped from his glass, while he continued to gaze across the table at her. No one else in the room spoke.
Five minutes later, the housekeeper breezed back into the dining room with a tray, laden with cups and a teapot. “Tea it is lass. I’ll take one with ye meself, while the vegetables finish off.” Connor almost smiled, imagining the woman with her ear plastered to the wall in the kitchen, eavesdropping on every word.
She set the tray down on the table with a clatter. Connor looked up at her and quirked an eyebrow in thanks. Mrs O’Donough smiled back as she poured two cups, handed her one then settled back onto her chair.
As the hot strong tea sang on her taste buds, Connor closed her eyes. “Mmm, thank you. Tea they say, is good for what ails you. Well most things…” The familiar bite of grief snapped at her. Hidden beneath her shirt, a solid gold ingot, her engagement ring and wedder dangled from the chain around her neck. The weight of the gold, a constant reminder of the past.
The older woman’s numerous chins wobbled when she nodded her head. “I doona think ye have met the bairns yet, have ye?” She tipped her cup toward the little girl sitting on the opposite side of the table. “Tessa?”
The girl looked over to Connor and smiled “My name is Theresa Mary Margaret McVey, but you can call me Tessa, and this” she turned and pointed to the little boy next to her, “is my brother Andrew Angus Michael McVey. But you can call him Andrew.”
“Hi. I'm Connor.”
“I know.” Tessa leaned forward, eyes bright. “My da” she inclined her head toward Ewan sitting next to her “and my uncles said that you were a bloody woman and that you are as sexy as hell!”
The men at the table shuffled and fidgeted in their seats. Ewan groaned and blushed as he stared at Tessa.
“Well you did! Don’t say you didn’t, because you did. Sexy as hell that's what you said” she stared back at him.
Ewan leaned over and scowled. “That's enough. It’s very rude to repeat adult conversations.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Tessa slow blinked once. “Well I’m not an adult and you said it in front of me and Andrew.”
Whiskey slopped onto the tablecloth when he slammed his glass down onto the table. “Tessa! Enough!”
Mrs O’Donough threw back her head and bellowed a laugh that seemed to bounce off the walls. “Oot of the mouths of babes lassie! Never a truer truth be told, than the truth itself.” She leaned over and dug a chubby elbow into Connor’s ribs.
Douglas snorted, his bushy grey brows furrowed as he glared at the housekeeper. “Her bloody name, is Connor. A lad’s name. How the hell were we to know she was a lass?”
Connor smiled when the older woman ignored Douglas’s scowl and turned to face her. “So, you're a rider then?”
Momentarily speechless, she stared at the other woman as she recovered from surprise. Seriously? I guess news of the world Championship win, hasn't made it up this far! The first embers of anger, began to glow red. "Yes, something like that, Mrs. O’Donough.”
“Now, now, there’ll be none of that Mrs. O’Donough business, lass. We're all family here. I have been hoosekeeper to this old man before these lads were even born. So ye can call me O'Dee like evra one else. These lads” she waved her arms about, “like young Tessa and Andrew here, couldna say O’Donough when they were wee bairns, so it got shortened a bit to O'Dee and ‘tis been that way ever since.”
“Well thank you O'Dee and I appreciate the tea.”
“Jesus woman!” Douglas thumped his fist on the table as he looked to the housekeeper. “Enough with the gawpin!’ These lads have already had three of me best whiskies and the bairns need food.”
“Enough yourself, old man. Your meal will be ready when it is ready and not before.” 
“Hmmmmp!” he grumped.
Connor laughed out aloud.
 “Somethin’ funny lass?”
“You sounded just like my da then, when you hmmmmped.”
His voice rumbled. “I doona think I made such a noise.”
“Yes you did da. You do it all the time,” smirked Aaron, who was a pea-in-a-pod younger version of his father.
Douglas glared at his son, who immediately stopped smiling. “Shut it Aaron! 'Tis is no laughing matter.”
Ignoring his son, Douglas looked at Connor. “Your father, is he a Scot?”
Smiling, she held the hot teacup between both hands. “To the bone.”
Douglas squinted at her. “Is he? What’s his name then?”
She bit her lip, to stop herself from smiling. “Angus.”
Douglas rolled the name over his tongue a couple of times. “Angus MacDonald? Angus MacDonald... Where have I heard that name before?" He looked across the table to her, eyebrows beetled. "Does he attend the Aberdeen Highland Games on the first Saturday in July? I know a good many of the Scots who come to compete.”
“Yes. Da and my brother Cameron usually come up to the New England for the Games most years.”
“Do they now?” He took a long sip of his whiskey, pursed his lips, rolled the liquid round in his mouth and swallowed. Still frowning, he stared down into his glass. “Angus MacDonald… I know that name… Where do I know that name…?” He took another mouthful, when suddenly he made a strangled, choking sound. The whiskey in his mouth spurted like a fountain into the air then rained down on the chequered tablecloth in golden droplets.
Connor pushed back her chair, went round the other side of the table and hammered him between the shoulder blades with her fist.
Spluttering, he turned round on his chair, to face her. “Angus MacDonald! Not the Angus MacDonald, the breeder of the Nimerlin Fey line of the black Friesians?”
“The one and the same.” She returned to her chair and sat down. “I see you’ve heard of him.”
Douglas turned his head and shot a disbelieving look to Ewan. “Heard of him! Jesus Christ! His horses are legendary and his dressage school…”
Leaning forward on her elbows, she intertwined her fingers in front of her. “No Mr McVey, my dressage school. My parents bequeathed the business to me. I am owner and dressage master for the Nimerlin school.”
“Well then,” a wide smile broke across his face as he picked up his glass and took a small cautious sip of the amber liquid, “perhaps this arrangement willna be such a disaster after all!”
The glossy, blue-black feathers of the raven blended into the gloom. His white eyes, ever alert, widened when the Shadow commenced its familiar dance. The black roiling mass leaned down on him. "Sentinel! What have you to report?"
"Dark One, there has been an arrival. A female—"
The Shadow reared back as if to strike. "You would dare to waste my time with trivialities? I care not who comes and goes. You know your mission! You know the opportunity that I seek." A cackling laugh erupted from her chest. "Oh the joy! I relish the moment when I can—"
The raven's beak clacked line bone on bone. "There are God threads around this female!"
Darkness surrounded the bird. "God threads you say? Be warned, do not lie to me. Your mate and chicks depend on your loyalty." Five thin projections sprang out of the Shadow just as a black glistening tongue sprang out of a gaping maw in an exaggerated display of finger licking. "Return! Find out what you can and report to me immediately! The evil tongue reappeared and circled the black cavernous mouth. "You know the price of failure." 




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Saturday, May 9, 2015

Enchanted Orb with S. E. Gilchrist

Enchanted Orb with S. E. Gilchrist

The year I decided to treat my writing hobby seriously, I had the usual dreams – of seeing my books on shelves, receiving lovely fat advances from big name publishers and giving up my day job to write full time.

But I was also beset with doubts; doubts of my ability to first, finish a book and second, receive that heart pounding call. Then once I was published a new set of doubts hit me; what if no one likes my book, what if no one buys my book and (shudder) what if I receive awful reviews?

Well, I’ve had my share of both good and bad reviews. I have yet to see a print book on the shelf and I now base my dreams on the reality of being an Australian writer in today’s world. It’s not easy, it’s hard to make a living and you have to work hard if you want to achieve the success you crave. I’ve learned everyone’s path is different and what will work for one writer may not work for me. I’ve grown a thicker skin, learned to treat my writing as a business – you can’t please everyone. I do read my reviews however with a critical eye and think about what the reader has said and whether and how I should improve the next story.

Fear can cripple you, hold you back, keep you in what you think is a safe comfortable place and we all doubt ourselves at different stages in our lives. So if you’re holding back on submitting that first book to a publisher, holding back on entering contests, holding back on going to a conference or joining a writing group, focus on your dreams and take that first step. You never know where that  one step will lead you.

Latest release:

My latest release is Cosmic Fire, episode two in my Mars Academy series. The series is based around the need of the Earth Republic to find and claim another earth-like planet. In the story line, Mars has long been colonized and remains under the Earth Republic’s control, however, there is an underground movement of revolutionaries who want an independent Mars. On the exploratory space ship, I have a crew made up of people from both the Earth Republic and also Mars, some of whom are part of the revolutionaries. And also on board is a secret group of saboteurs. I’ve thrown in romance, action, adventure and a touch of suspense – all my favourite ingredients.

Hopefully, readers will also enjoy the series.

For more about me visit my website.


The Mission – find and claim a new earth

Ensign Dana Lawson of Sector Seven fire team on the star ship, Columbus, has one goal: her own command. On an exploratory mission to Alpha Centauri A, she has the opportunity to earn her stripes, but instead faces a challenge that threatens to send her plans up in smoke.

Rick Morgan, a guy with heartbreaker imprinted in his DNA, the warmest smile and the bluest eyes she’s ever seen, ignites a fire inside her heart. He is trouble, on every level…and he’s brought his dangerous past with him.
Now a saboteur has Dana and Morgan in his sights. Together, they must learn his identity before he strikes again and kills them both…or destroys the ship and everyone on board.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Darklight On... Rowena Cory Daniells

Today's Darklight On is... Rowena Cory Daniells
Welcome, Rowena

The Author’s Dilemma

We all grow as writers. The book we wrote fifteen years, five or last year is not written the way we would handle the same basic story today.

How much do you rewrite, when a book is reprinted?

The Fall of Fair Isle is a reprint of my original trilogy, and is being released as an omnibus. It tells the story of Imoshen, last of the old royal family of mystical T’En, and how she comes to terms with General Tulkhan when he invades her island kingdom. Intent on smoothing the transition of power, things become complicated for Imoshen when she learns that her once-betrothed, Reothe, has survived and he comes to her to help him reclaim Fair Isle. To who does she owe her loyalty?

The sale of this manuscript sale was the thing that took me from a published author of short stories and children’s books to an internationally published fantasy author. Back then I struggled to be a romance writer. Try as I might, I could not keep the narrative focus on the two main characters, I kept veering off into subplots and action.

This trilogy was written over a three year period and you can see from book one to book three that the focus of the story veers into a battle to save their island kingdom. In fact the ending of book three is not the original ending. I wrote a fourth book at the time and asked the publisher if they would be OK with a quadology instead of a trilogy. They said they wanted a trilogy so I had to come up with an ending to book three and put book four aside.

After book three sold out the publishers closed down the line and the editor moved on, leaving me ‘orphaned’ and book four in limbo. This happens and back then there were less opportunity for authors to self-publish.

Despite this setback, I kept writing using the history of the T’En that Imoshen discovered in book four as a basis for the world building of The Outcast Chronicles, which is set six hundred years earlier. I was intrigued by the idea that what we are told in the history books is a sanitised version of events.

After the success of King Rolen’s Kin and The Outcast Chronicles, my publishers came to me to ask if they could reprint my original trilogy. This raised some interesting problems as readers of The Outcast Chronicles would wonder at the apparent inconsistencies between this trilogy and the world building in Fall of Fair Isle. (Much mystical knowledge had been lost or deliberately hidden and Imoshen had to discover her gifts and uncover her people’s past). In the end I decided to insert a few hints from book four into the trilogy to explain the apparent discrepancies.

After fifteen years there is always the temptation to rewrite but apart from smoothing out a couple of sentences and inserting those clues as to the fate of the T’En, I let the books stand.

Hopefully, this will be enough to please both readers of the original trilogy and those who have read the prequel, The Outcast Chronicles. Has anyone been in a similar position with the re-print of an earlier edition and wondered how much tweaking to do, if any?

Rowena Cory Daniells

Thanks, Rowena 

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

What We Are Reading April Edition

So here we are in April, a quarter of the way through the year already (now THAT is a scary thought) and if you're anything like me, scouring the pantry for Easter chocolate your kids might have forgotten to eat.
Some of you may have noticed that March's edition of WWAR was a no-show... I'm very sad to say it got sucked into a black hole and is now being read by our alternative selves who exist in a parallel universe. Seriously though, my apologies - last month I was very deep under a writing rock, trying to get a manuscript finished and entirely forgot about it. But not to worry! Onwards to April...

From Kylie Griffin -

I've just finished reading CAPTIVE PRINCE #1 and PRINCE'S GAMBIT #2. There is a Bk#3 but not out yet (darn it!).

C.S.Pacat (a fellow Aussie author!!! woohoo!!!) writes an incredibly engrossing fantasy romance series with complex world-building, twisted political plots, tortured & tormented heroes, Damen & Laurent, whom you barrack for (it's a male/male FR for those unfamiliar with the series), and you get sucked right into their story.

You can't help but be dragged in right from the start when Damen is betrayed by his brother and handed over to be a slave to his enemy (although no one knows that Damen is a prince). Laurent (the enemy prince) is such a fascinating, layered character that you dislike and are intrigued by him at the same time.

I can't say any more without giving away plot spoilers but if you don't mind reading a male/male romance (Bk#1 isn't a romance but there's a LOT of character building and growth between Damen & Laurent) and if you like a gritty, complex fantasy romance then this series is for you.

Book #2 continues the incredible layers of political intrigue and manoeuvring, awesome world-building and complex character development, and there is a deepening of the friendship/relationship between the heroes. The romance is raw & heart-wrenching.

Be warned, Book #2 ends on a cliff-hanger, and leaves you wishing July would hurry up and arrive (release date for KINGS RISING #3).

This series is going on my keeper shelf.
As for myself, I've dabbled with a few things this month. I read Who Wants To Date A Superhero
Admittedly, I don't usually read erotic romances, they're just not my cup of tea, but I thought the premise to this book sounded interesting, kind of quirky and a fun read based on a reality show to date a superhero. 
This was really well written and I liked the author's style of writing, however I felt like the overall story was a bit up and down. Some bits I was really invested in and wanted to keep reading, but there was a few places the story lost me, and I actually put it aside and read another book in the meantime. If you're looking for a light, entertaining erotic romance read, then this book is perfect for that. If you're looking for something with more substance and depth, then this might not satisfy. I enjoyed this for what it was and will be getting the next book in the series because I'd like to know what happens to the other characters in the book.

I also read Homecoming, the third book in The 100 series. Now, I know I'm more invested in these books because of my love of the TV series and all things Bellarke (Bellamy and Clarke's relationship), and I think that if it wasn't for that, I may not have read these books at all. They were a little bit predictable, and despite the premise being unique, the characters and story arc didn't do anything to blow me away. 
In saying that, I ended up enjoying this 3rd book far more than I expected to. It was definitely the best book out of the three so far, because this time there were far less flashbacks and far less focus on the usual angsty teenage love stuff. We got more actual story and interactions with the others on the ground, plus we had a bad guy in Rhodes to hate and a secret villain revealed in the closing chapters. All in all, it was pretty good, with the romance complementing a stronger plot.My only real nit-pick? No sure why Finn is on the cover when he's not even in the book, and they killed him off in the TV series. Why isn't it Bellamy? Or did someone in the cover department make a huge mistake?
I'd like to hope there are going to be more books in the series simply so I can get my Bellarke fix, since the writers of the TV show don't seem to be moving in that direction, but I think I read somewhere that the author doesn't plan on writing any more. 

So that's it for another month. If you haven't already, I'd strongly recommend reading CS Pacat's book, and side note, she's going to be at the RWA conference this year!

- Jess Anastasi

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Enchanted Orb with Claire Boston

For Enchanted Orb this week, Claire Boston is sharing a day in her writing life. Welcome Claire...

A day in the writing life of Claire Boston

My writing life has changed A LOT in the last six months. In September last year I was working full-time in a job that I’d been in for ten years. I got up at 5.15am every morning to get an hour of writing in before work and I would spend every second Friday writing all day (I worked a 9-day fortnight). Usually I tried to get a few hours of writing done on the weekend as well. I had one book published and another with my publisher and was wondering how I could possibly write fast enough to get a third book written by the end of the year.

Then I was called in to my manager’s office one day and given the news, “Your position is being made redundant.” As the surprise washed over me, I listened while he outlined the redundancy package and then said goodbye to my colleagues, packed up my things and went home.

I immediately saw an opportunity. I no longer had a full-time job, but the payout was enough that I didn’t have to race out and find a new one. I could write full-time for the rest of the year at least. I discussed it with my husband and we both decided that I wasn’t likely to get another chance like this. We decided I would write until the money ran out.

So grasping the chance I began book 3 of The Texan Quartet, wrote a dirty draft and then started on book 4. For me it’s the first draft that takes the longest. After it’s written, it’s much easier to edit in one hour blocks if necessary, so I wanted to get the drafts done while I had the time.

It didn’t take long to work out a routine. I still get up early – 5.30am to be precise. My husband and I hit the gym for an hour or so and then I get to my desk by 8.00am. I’ll write or edit until midday, take a break for lunch and then keep writing. Depending on my weekly work plan, I might stop mid-afternoon to work on marketing or some other aspect of the business. By that time my brain has been pretty much leached of all its creativity and I need to do something else.

It’s been an incredible shift of focus for me and I feel so lucky to have this chance. In the six months I’ve been writing full-time I’ve written two books, received a three book contract, done copyedits for a book, started a blog and done a lot of business training. My latest novel, All That Sparkles, is being released on 23 April. You can pre-order it here



Imogen Fontaine is living every girl's dream.

She is a fashion designer for her family's haute couture label, lives in a mansion, has a great circle of friends and is the apple of her father's eye. Everything is perfect.

Until the day that Christian, the boy at the center of her childhood heartbreak, walks back into her life.

From there her life starts to unravel, as long-kept secrets are revealed. Imogen learns that her past was built on lies and betrayal, shattering the illusion of her perfect existence. She must seek out the truth if she has any hope of forging a new path for herself and discovering true freedom.

But can she convince Christian that there is a place for him in her new life?
Claire Boston is on a blog tour all of April:

About Claire:

Claire Boston was a voracious reader as a child, devouring anything by Enid Blyton as well as series such as Nancy Drew, Trixie Belden, The Baby-sitters Club and Sweet Valley High. Then one school holidays when she’d run out of books to read, her mum handed her ‘Hot Ice’ by Nora Roberts and she instantly fell in love with romance novels.

The love of reading soon turned to a love of writing and Claire struggled to keep within the 1500 word limit set by her teachers for any creative writing assignments. When she finally decided to become serious about her stories, she joined Romance Writers of Australia, found her wonderful critique group and hasn’t looked back.

When Claire’s not reading or writing she can be found in the garden attempting to grow vegetables, or racing around a vintage motocross track. If she can convince anyone to play with her, she also enjoys cards and board games.

Claire lives in Western Australia, just south of Perth, with her husband, who loves even her most annoying quirks, and her grubby, but adorable Australian bulldog.
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Thursday, April 2, 2015

Magic Thursday with Jenny Schwartz

My collection of steampunk and paranormal romance, Indulge, has a new cover, so I'm celebrating by giving it away free. Grab your copy now!

There are a number of cool stories in this collection. In "Fantasy Man" I've mixed the glamour of old Hollywood with a modern day Fantasy Man and the myth of the minotaur. Fabulous fun and genuine romance. Enjoy!

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Darklight On... Sue-Ellen Pashley

Today's Darklight On is... Sue-Ellen Pashley
Welcome, Sue-Ellen

How did you come to write speculative fiction? What attracted you to the genre?

I’ve always loved speculative fiction – to be able to let my imagination run that little bit wild and fantastical is a real joy. I have tried a few times to write stories that are more ‘real to life’ but always seem to end up putting something in them that blurs the boundaries. It’s what I love to write.

Are you a plotter? Pantser? Or somewhere in-between?

Somewhere in between. I usually have a very sketchy plot plan to guide me but it really is the characters that drive the story. There’s nothing quite like the feel of surprise when the characters react in a way that I wasn’t expecting (or maybe that’s just me – hmm, perhaps I’m saying too much – I am sane, truly!).

Do you have a favourite of your characters?

That’s an interesting question…like asking if I have a favourite child (which, for the record, I don’t)! I immediately went to say Nick, because I love the slight element of dorkiness that he has, coupled with such a strong determination but I love Grace and the way that she grows in the story – how strong she becomes. Lillie, of course, is just awesome and Jake is the best friend that everyone should have... No, sorry I can’t answer that question!

What are you currently working on?

I’m currently working on another book that features one of the minor characters from Aquila. She is such an interesting person – very different to what you see on surface level and I’m really enjoying getting into her head. And better yet, she’s heading to Noosa for the story – a place I love.

What is your favourite part of the process of writing?

I love the excitement of getting into a character’s head and thinking about where their story might head. But I love getting to the end of the first draft too and that wonderful feeling that comes from finishing the story…even if it might need to be tweeked slightly in the editing process.

What can we expect from Sue-Ellen Pashley in the future?

I’d love to say ‘a lot more books!’ And hopefully, that will be true. As well as the MS I’m working on at the moment, I have another 2 in progress as well as a novella that I’m planning to release as a set with 3 other fantastic and talented writers. 2015 will hopefully be a good year.

Who are your favourite authors?

Oh, I have a lot of favourite authors. Anne McCaffrey, Tolkien, Charlaine Harris, J. K. Rowling, Suzanne Collins, Debora Geary, Douglas Adams, Teri Terry, Dan Brown, Maryann Keyes…I could just go on and on. Australian authors include Sandy Curtis, Cheryse Durrant, Amanda Bridgeman, Colleen McCullough, Graeme Simsion, John Marsden…I’d better stop before this list gets ridiculous!

What are you currently reading?

I am currently reading Jump: Twinmaker 1 by Sean Williams

Do you have a favourite spec fiction movie or TV series?

Dr Who (of course), Matrix (despite how confusing it got sometimes!), Game of Thrones (loving the dragons – I want one!), Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (old and new) and I am really loving the Penny Dreadful series at the moment. It has me well and truly hooked, which hasn’t happened for a while. Can’t wait for the second season.

Do you have advice for emerging writers?

The old adage of ‘you can’t edit a blank page’ still stands. So get writing! Also, go to workshops, join writers groups, immerse yourself – learn about the craft and make friends and contacts. And above all, write what you enjoy writing about.

Thanks, Sue-Ellen

Aquila, the blurb:

Eighteen-year-old Nick Larcombe is a self-confessed non-romantic. Until he lays eyes on Grace Carr, who has just moved to Bruny Island with her grandmother, Lillie.

Already bruised and battered by life, Grace isn’t looking for any sort of relationship, but when Nick, the mysterious boy next door, somehow rescues her from sure death at the bottom of a windswept cliff, Grace needs answers.

But how can Nick give her the answers she needs when he’s been sworn to secrecy, ordered to keep his true nature hidden from the girl he’s fallen hard for? And what will his community do when they discover he’s fallen in love with a human?

Intensely romantic, Aquila is a story of sacrifice and passion, and how true love can make you soar.
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