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But first, please enjoy this romantic snippet from Haven:
Alexander crushed his lips to mine. Need roared through me leaving me breathless with edgy hunger. My hands burrowed into his thick, silky hair, holding his head as if he might try to escape. He growled his approval against my lips, his kiss growing more insistent. His tongue explored my mouth. He tasted metallic, like the blood he’d consumed. Again, I found I liked the taste. My tongue danced with his and delved into his mouth, searching for more penny metal flavor. He groaned and tightened his embrace.
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Evaine, a struggling New York theater student, enters an unsanctioned drug trial in an effort to pay bills. She awakens in a derelict hospital, chained to a bed with no memory of who she is, or how she got there. A band of pale skinned men, led by the gorgeous Luca, burst in, whisking her away to safety.
Once at Haven House, Evaine is introduced to The Family. Like them, she has become A Deader, a reanimated Undead.
Luca is hell-bent on stopping the experimentations, and killing those responsible. He has no time for a Newborn who is struggling to control her rages, hunger, and powers. Nor does he have the desire to deal with the feelings she’s awakening within him.
Despite their best efforts, Evaine and Luca find their connection intensifying when suddenly, she remembers not only who she is, but also her fiancé, Tristan; who is still looking for her.
Torn between her first love and her new heart’s desire, Evaine runs back to Tristan putting everyone in danger. When a rogue faction of Deaders, called Feeders, attempts to kidnap her, Luca suspects Evaine is the key to the experiments.
Can everyone band together to keep Evaine off the cutting table of those she escaped from? Or will second death tear her away from everyone, for good?
“Let go of me! Let me have him!” She screeched.
“Stop it! The hunger’s strong, but you can control it. You’ve already fed; you don’t need any more.”
Solid arms unwrapped from her waist and turned her, grabbing her by the shoulders. Luca was in her head again. No longer commanding, his voice soothed her, soft as a lover. “Look at me.” He called to her, over and over, until she met his gaze. His eyes blazed, but no longer bright orange. They were blue ice, with sparks of fiery orange flecks in them. She concentrated on his soft, gentle voice. Her head began to clear, and she felt the tingle of his hands through her shirt. Sparks of energy flowed through her body.
“I know you want the high from feeding again. But believe me, you don’t want to start out your new life by killing people—it will haunt you forever. You have to learn to control your hunger. Control the rage.”
His words sunk in and like cool water flowing over a fevered brow. She focused on the vibrations of the sound. His tight black T-shirt was stained with blood and torn in several places. Her gaze roamed over his face and his chest, seeing every hole, every mark, every smudge. Luca was a good head taller than her and broad as two men at the shoulders. An unmistakable musky odor rolled off of him and sent fire into her belly. She traced light patterns over the surface of his T-shirt with her fingers absently. He watched her fingertips as they touched him. Fire bloomed inside her in sudden waves of need. She wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on her skin. The weight of his hip bones on hers as they made love. Embarrassed at her shockingly sexual thoughts of a man she didn’t know, she glanced away.
He released her and took a step away, still watching her with a rapt interest. The moments passed and she finally relaxed. Luca stepped forward, grabbing her once more, and ushered her toward the front of the house. Behind her she could hear Aron quietly apologizing to the workers for her behavior.
What happened? Her body ached as though she had run a marathon. She didn’t want to move; she didn’t want to think. One minute she’d been completely fine getting out of the car. The next, out of control, taken over by a rage and her need to feed. And have sex. She sagged, exhausted, sad, and embarrassed. Allowing herself to be drug along, she was so weary all she could think about was her feet. Right over left, right over left. Lift, drop, lift, drop.
The warm air from the inside of the house whooshed out to greet her as she stepped up the front steps. Luca walked her down an entrance hall over to the side of a staircase. He pressed on one of the wainscoting panels, and it slid inward, exposing a dark hidden passage.
Rebekah grew up on both the east and west coasts and currently lives in the Los Angeles area. From the Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein to The Stand by Stephen King, Rebekah immersed herself in other people’s made up worlds. She began writing in junior high and then found she liked pretending to be other people’s characters in high school. Lettering in drama she went on to study theater in college as well. After college she continued acting till becoming a mom. Ultimately, she ended up going back to writing her characters down instead of acting them out, so she could stay at home with her kids.
Rebekah is a member of Romance Writers of America and is a board member of both the Fantasy, Futuristic, & Paranormal and her local Los Angeles chapters. When she isn’t spending time telling the lives of the characters constantly chattering inside her head, you can find her with her husband and four children; reading comic books, gaming, at the movies or taking care of the menagerie of pets. A dog, a rabbit, two bearded dragons, and three tortoises. Wonder woman, the escaped snake, has yet to be located.
Rebekah R. Ganiere
“Books with a Bite”
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Hi, Everyone! It’s release week for my friend and critique partner Amber Belldene’s Blood Reunited, the third book in her Blood Vine paranormal romance series. Here are my thoughts on this last installment in her series. Plus, Amber is on tour this month to celebrate. Details below. 🙂
Tight, high-stakes plot, sizzling romance, tear-inducing drama, intense action, characters you’ll love to love and others you’ll love to hate…Blood Reunited has all that and more.
The third book in Amber Belldene’s Blood Vine Series, Blood Reunited centers around two of my favorite characters, vampire-human Bel and his ancient vampire love, Uta. Proud and stubborn and carrying a ton of baggage from their past, both characters kept me immersed in their will-they-won’t-they struggle. And, of course, their interpersonal conflict is exacerbated by the ongoing conflict for the series: Bel’s father, Andre, and the rest of the vampire cast seek a cure for the wasting disease threatening their race while undergoing the ever-escalating violence from their enemies, the fanatical Hunters.
Speaking of Hunters, brothers Lucas and Ethan are such well-drawn characters you can’t help but love the stuffing out of tenderhearted Lucas while you’ll want to drop a megaton of C4 on Ethan, the not-quite-sane leader of the Hunters. No spoilers here, but suffice it to say, Ethan performs some cringe-worthy antics on the page which had me saying, “He’s not going to do that… No, really? Oh wow, he just did that…” In other words, evil Ethan is a definite page-turner. Lucas, on the other hand, is so endearing I wanted to scoop up the big teddy bear and hug the stuffing out of him. And p.s. Lucas and Pedro’s love story also continues in this last book, adding an intense and compelling layer of drama to an already riveting plot.
Blood Reunited is a must-read for series fans and newcomers alike. For those new to this compelling series, here’s the recommended reading order:
1) Blood Vine
2) Blood Entangled
3) Blood Reunited
She flipped the arm separating their seats up and laced her hands into his hair, pulling his ear to her mouth. Her deft, slender tongue traced a wet line around the shell before she nibbled on the lobe with blunt teeth. Tingles crawled from his scalp down his shoulders and arms, and he pulled her onto his lap.
She whispered. “I have done many things in my life. But I am not yet a member of this club for people who have had sex on airplanes.”
She was already fumbling between them for his belt, her tongue pressed between her lips in determination.
He pressed his forehead into hers and chuckled. “Yes.”
He ached to be with her again like this, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake as last time. This would change nothing.
Brooding vampire halfling and biologist Bel Maras is determined to create a cure for the wasting disease that plagues his vampire family. His work becomes essential as the Hunters intensify their global and bloody campaign. When Bel’s cure fails, only his ancient and estranged godmother Uta Ilirije can help. But seeing the ice-cold Uta reveals something shocking–she is his bonded mate.
She may be a dangerous warrior, but Uta feels her failures acutely. She has been unable to protect her kind from Hunters, and vampires are dying out. Worse, she tied Bel to her long ago in an accident of blood, then abandoned him for his own good–a choice he has never forgiven. Many days, she is convinced Bel and the vampires would be better off if she just walked into the sun.
Biology has fated them to be mates. Now these old enemies must overcome their past to save the vampires and come to peace with the bond they never chose.
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Amber is on tour in January and February. Visit her blog stops and enter her awesome giveaway for books, wine glasses and more. Enjoy!
Amber Belldene grew up on the Florida panhandle, swimming with alligators, climbing oak trees and diving for scallops…when she could pull herself away from a book. As a child, she hid her Nancy Drew novels inside the church bulletin and read mysteries during sermons—an irony that is not lost on her when she preaches these days.
Amber is an Episcopal Priest and student of religion. She believes stories are the best way to explore human truths. Some people think it is strange for a minister to write romance, but it is perfectly natural to her, because the human desire for love is at the heart of every romance novel and God made people with that desire. She lives with her husband and two children in San Francisco.
Hello, Dear Readers! Please welcome my special guest, author Babette James. Take it away, Babette… 🙂
Summertime Dream: The First Meet
by Babette James
I’m delighted to visit here today and share a quick peek at my heroine and hero meeting for the first time in my new contemporary romance from The Wild Rose Press, Summertime Dream, the second novel in my River series.
An unexpected inheritance brings business consultant Christopher Gordon from Los Angeles to quaint Falk’s Bend. He’s carved a week from his demanding schedule to list his great-grandparents’ house for sale and explore his roots. However, disturbing family secrets and the sweet temptation of writer Margie Olsson derail his plans, challenging him to seize the elusive dream missing from his hectic life— love.
A recent brush with death shook Margie’s life, but not her dreams and she’s ready to move forward. Only, standing up to her loving, over-protective family isn’t easy. Helping Christopher explore the derelict mansion and unravel his grandmother’s mysterious past should be a harmless fun taste of independence. But when her experimental summer fling ignites into unexpected love, how can her small town dreams work with his big city life?
I loved writing this story of how Christopher and Margie met and fell headlong into love the summer before Nate and Kay’s story in Clear As Day. I hope you enjoy falling in love along with them!
Babette
Excerpt:
Joe planted his hands on his hips, another lecture looming. “Margie, I know, but—”
She crossed her arms against the chill surge of shame at losing her temper in public and her throat tightened. “No! Enough! You’ve got work to do. I’ll see you after the game.”
Grumbling under his breath, Joe stomped off.
Baxter dropped his bag on the table and stooped to kiss Debi quick and hard. “Hon, I’ll go on help Joe unload. See you at the bleachers.” He winked at Margie and loped after Joe.
Mirth sparkling in her blue eyes, Debi hugged Margie. “Well, well, there’s hope for you after all! I’ve never seen you back Joe down before.”
“He’s just…being Joe. I shouldn’t have snapped at him.” Margie groaned. The giddy spark at having stood up for herself fizzled. Thank goodness, her parents had missed her tantrum. Joe hadn’t been himself since breaking up with Stephanie and jumping down his throat was a dumb way to get his agreement.
“I’ve known you since the first day of kindergarten, and yeah, Joe means well, but let me tell you, that was one long overdue snap. I’m proud of you.”
“I just wish he’d stop hovering.” Margie peeked over her shoulder at the minivan. Baxter had Joe’s softball gear, and Joe hauled out the first large, food-laden hotbox.
“Maybe you ought to think about a place of your own. You need a change.”
“I’ve had enough change over the last year.”
Debi waved her hand in a stop-it motion. “A positive change. And, yes, I know all the reasons why you stay with them. Heck, I’d leave Baxter for your mom’s peach pancakes alone. But it’s something you should consider seriously.”
“I will. Someday.” Even moving out wouldn’t stop their loving, smothering concern.
“Why don’t we skip the game? I’ll crack open the pinot grigio and we can compare brotherly pet peeves.”
Margie laughed. “I think we’ve covered them all over the years. Go on. Catch up with Baxter. Let me jot some quick scene notes, then I’ll meet up with you all.” That was a complete fib, but her skin crawled with the need for some space.
Debi accepted her fib with a commiserating hug and headed for the ball field.
Margie escaped for her favorite place in the park, the huge old oak topping the low rise of land between the picnic area and the ball field, with a perfect view of the game and the lazy river. Oh, thank goodness, she had the shady homemade swing to herself. She settled against the swing’s thick rope, kicked off her sandals, and let out a heavy breath. Two sparrows squabbled and chased overhead through the shifting patterns of leafy shadow and sunlight. Drawing her bare feet up onto the heavy board polished smooth by years of bottoms and feet, she fluffed the skirt of her sundress over her knees. Determined to change her fib and mood around, she opened the story on her tablet and set to her note-making, resisting the urge to aimlessly edit.
Wild cheers jolted her attention to the game. Whoa. Seven innings already and tied at nine runs each. She sighed. Her missing the game would just give Joe one more thing to fuss over.
They all meant well, but when would Joe and everyone accept she was perfectly fine, better than ever, actually, and stop trying to keep her packed in cotton balls?
Patience, patience. All you can do is wait.
“Wait for what?” a quiet male voice answered.
Jolted, she sat straight, straddling the board to keep from falling, her heart zipping. She’d spoken out loud?
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” The man from the gate stood at the edge of the shade. “Just came over to check out this great old oak. I’ll leave you be.”
His soft, low voice, rich and warm as caramel, set every dormant feminine nerve on alert.
But who was he? Between growing up in Falk’s Bend and working at the restaurant, she knew everyone and their kin, or, at least about them. If he was a Mills, he must take after his mother’s family. He had the greenest eyes she’d ever seen set in a craggy, captivating face, and smile crinkles by his eyes and mouth. He was lanky and fit, but not so tall as Joe, and maybe older, late thirties. His sleek brown hair was neatly trimmed, his white polo shirt set off his outdoor tan, and more men should look as good in jeans as he did. Her gaze returned to those remarkable eyes of his, and something hot and bright leapt inside her.
He cleared his throat, as if he’d been waiting for a reply.
Holy moly. Heat flooded her. She’d been staring like an idiot. So that’s what all that being lost in a man’s eyes in romance novels felt like. Holy moly indeed.
Come fall in love at the river:
Summertime Dream is available on Amazon
“Summertime Dream is a perfect glass of Lemonade on a hot day. Simple, elegant and beautifully written. I enjoyed each scene. Loved the chemistry between the characters and the house. Great story!” ~ Deborah Diez
Clear As Day, (★★★★½ RT Book Reviews, ★★★★★ Top Pick The Romance Reviews) is available at Amazon and The Wild Rose Press and at all other eBook retailers.
About the Author:
Babette James writes sweetly scorching contemporary romance and loves reading nail-biting tales with a satisfying happily ever after. When not dreaming up stories, she enjoys playing with new bread recipes and dabbling with paints. As a teacher, she loves encouraging new readers and writers as they discover their growing abilities. Her class cheers when it’s time for their spelling test! Born in New Jersey and raised in Southern California, she’s had a life-long love of the desert and going down the shore. Babette now lives in New Jersey with her wonderfully patient husband and extremely spoiled cats.
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Hello, Dear Readers! I’m turning over my blog today to fellow RWA-FF&P pal, author Paula Millhouse. Paula writes across genres. Today she’s sharing her musical inspiration for her romantic suspense series, The Wishes Chronicles. Plus, there’s a giveaway. Take it away, Paula…
Soundtrack for The Wishes Chronicles
by Paula Millhouse
I love to write to instrumentals, particularly movie scores. However, these soundtrack songs mark the moods of the characters in The Wishes Chronicles to a tee. I hope you enjoy them.
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Careful What You Wish For… The Playlist Eclipse (All Yours), Metric Prime Time, The Allan Parson’s Project New Moon, Alexandre Desplat Skies on Fire, AC/DC Rock N Roll Train, AC/DC Peace of Mind, Boston Somebody Like You, .38 Special Masterpiece, Cozy Sheridan Hour in Texarkana, Jim Gilmour Wanted Dead or Alive, Bon Jovi Go Your Own Way, Fleetwood Mac Caught Up in You, .38 Special Hole in the World, Eagles Love Will Keep Us Alive, Eagles Marry Me, Train |
ALL YOUR WISHES… The Playlist Evil Woman, Electric Light Orchestra Victoria, Alexandre Desplat Why Georgia, John Mayer Full Moon, Alexandre Desplat Tremble for My Love, Collective Soul Drops of Jupiter, Train If I’d Been the One, .38 Special Take a Chance on Me, ABBA It’s About You, Train Lay Your Hands on Me, Bon Jovi Life’s Short, Call Now, Jimmy Buffett Hey Soul Sister, Train |
Want to listen? visit the All Your Wishes Spotify Playlist and the Careful What You Wish for Spotify Playlist

Careful What You Wish For…
The Wishes Chronicles, Book 1, by Paula Millhouse
Author Evie Longfellow wants to stay alive long enough to write her fourth New York Times Best Seller. She accepts a blind date that changes everything sane in her life.
Drugged, kidnapped, and horrified Evie escapes and runs for her life with evidence the FBI needs to nail one of their Most Wanted.
TV Psychologist Dr. Nick Franklin wants to help Evie with her goals. He hides her from a sadistic mafia kingpin, and even though he doesn’t trust his judgment when it comes to the diagnosis of love, he senses Evie may just be the story of his life.
Hit man Tony Aiello plans to do whatever it takes to protect Miss Aida Marino and her Fortune 500 company. He chases Evie and Nick from New York City to the wilds of rural Vermont to recover the stolen evidence threatening to take Miss Aida down, and faces off with evil in a showdown that brings hometown justice to life.

All Your Wishes…
The Wishes Chronicles, Book 2, by Paula Millhouse
Dr. Nick Franklin finds himself falling hard for the love of his life, Evie Longfellow. Hunted by a mafia princess, Evie’s terrified something’s wrong, and revenge won’t let her rest.
Tia Marino figures the person who killed her father is his last victim – Evie Longfellow – the only one that ever got away from Paulie Marino. Tia plans to kill Evie in front of her grandmother just before she takes Miss Aida’s place as the new queen of Marino Industries. Hostile-takeovers have never seen the likes of Tia.
Nick’s not gonna have it.
He’ll do anything to protect Evie, even if it means aligning himself with Miss Aida’s hit-man, Tony Aiello.
Follow Nick and Evie from their simple home in the winter wonderland of Vermont down to New York City in their race to stay alive, and out of the hands of a new generation of criminals intent on tearing them apart.

About the Author:
Paula Millhouse grew up in Savannah, Georgia where Spanish moss whispers tales in breezes from the Atlantic Ocean, and the Intracoastal Waterway. As a child Paula soaked in the sunshine and heritage of cobblestones, pirate lore, and stories steeped in savory mysteries of the south.
She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the Fantasy, Futuristic, & Paranormal Writers specialty chapter, and the KOD Mystery and Suspense Writer’s specialty chapter. She achieved the opportunity to become a member of the distinguished RWA designation of PRO after submitting her first full-length romance novel for publication in 2013.
In the southern tradition of storytellers, she loves sharing the lives of her characters with readers, and following her muse on the quest for happily-ever-afters. She writes fantasy romance and romantic suspense.
She lives with her hero, her husband of twenty-five years at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains with their pack and pride of furry babies.
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Thanks for visiting my blog, Paula!
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Hi, Everyone! I’m excited to share my friend and critique partner Amber Belldene’s cover reveal for Blood Reunited, the third book in her Blood Vine paranormal romance series. Vampires and love, my favorite combo! Take it away, Amber! 🙂
Brooding vampire halfling and biologist Bel Maras is determined to create a cure for the wasting disease that plagues his vampire family. His work becomes essential as the Hunters intensify their global and bloody campaign. When Bel’s cure fails, only his ancient and estranged godmother Uta Ilirije can help. But seeing the ice-cold Uta reveals something shocking–she is his bonded mate.
She may be a dangerous warrior, but Uta feels her failures acutely. She has been unable to protect her kind from Hunters, and vampires are dying out. Worse, she tied Bel to her long ago in an accident of blood, then abandoned him for his own good–a choice he has never forgiven. Many days, she is convinced Bel and the vampires would be better off if she just walked into the sun.
Biology has fated them to be mates. Now these old enemies must overcome their past to save the vampires and come to peace with the bond they never chose.
BOOK INFOAuthor: Amber Belldene |
Amber Belldene grew up on the Florida panhandle, swimming with alligators, climbing oak trees and diving for scallops…when she could pull herself away from a book. As a child, she hid her Nancy Drew novels inside the church bulletin and read mysteries during sermons—an irony that is not lost on her when she preaches these days.
Amber is an Episcopal Priest and student of religion. She believes stories are the best way to explore human truths. Some people think it is strange for a minister to write romance, but it is perfectly natural to her, because the human desire for love is at the heart of every romance novel and God made people with that desire. She lives with her husband and two children in San Francisco.
Hi, everyone! Please enjoy this spotlight on M. Luke McDonell’s debut sci-fi release, The Perfect Specimen.
The Perfect Specimen, by M. Luke McDonell
Release date: December, 2013
Buy Link: Amazon.com
Dr. Derek Singh is a cancer researcher who wins a grant to study on newly-colonized planet Victoria. He hopes that one of Victoria’s millions of venomous insects holds the key to destroying cancerous tumors–and jump-starting his stalled career.
Unfortunately, the traps he sets each night capture nothing but dust, and his competitive colleagues don’t share the venom they’ve collected. The clock is running down on his two-year grant and he’s making no progress.
When his young neighbor–one of the few native-born children–finds out he studies “bugs,” she is eager to bring him all the specimens he needs. Derek worries she’ll be bitten or stung, but soon discovers Mia is in danger from a far larger predator–the corporation that funds him.
This is a prequel to M. Luke’s novel Six, which will be released in 2014.
The next afternoon, the front desk security guard popped onto my screen, his face bemused. “Mia Julian is here to see you.”
Ah, shit. I expected she’d hand over whatever she found when I saw her later on the balcony.
Anton glanced up. “That’s the kid that was here yesterday?”
I was surprised he remembered.
“Yeah. I told her she could collect the traps I set last night,” I lied. I’d have to tell her not to come around during business hours.
I hurried to the lobby. Mia smiled broadly when she saw me. “I got a good one! A big one! You’re really gonna like it!” She held the trap out.
Thoughts of berating her for disturbing me vanished. “Jesus, Mia!” The hissing, snapping creature inside resembled a small lobster more than a scorpion and was like nothing I’d seen on the sample wall or anywhere else. “Where the f…” I stopped myself just in time. “Where did you find that?”
She grinned. “They’re all over the place. They live in between rocks. You can’t catch them with light or smells or those stupid pellets. They only eat…Pallus pilosus.” She spoke the unfamiliar words slowly and carefully.
I gaped. She wasn’t wearing glasses.
“Did I say that wrong? I didn’t know the real name until I saw one on your bug wall yesterday.”
There were over 6000 specimens on that wall. Why had that name stood out and stuck with her? “You said it right.” I took the trap and gazed down at the angry, shiny black arthropod. A thin stream of yellow liquid trickled down from the spot where its back stinger struck the trap wall repeatedly. I was taken aback, not just by this amazing sample, but by Mia’s ability to recognize and name its favorite prey.
She looked at me expectantly. I collected myself.
“Great work Mia, thank you!”
“I need more traps. I could have brought you a whole bunch of bugs, but I didn’t want to put them all together in there.”
“That would have been messy,” I agreed.
“I can help. I want to be your assistant.”
I was about to explain why this was impossible, then reconsidered. She probably knew more about the wildlife in this area than I ever would. Nothing prevented me from hiring more staff except lack of funds and I didn’t think there was anything in the regulations about age as a requirement for employment.
“Let me think about it. I’m not sure it’s allowed, but I’ll check and let you know tonight back at the apartment, okay?”
“Okay!” She tapped the trap and the black tail swung around to strike the thin barrier again. “He hates the light. Bye Derek!”
She ran out the door, the gravity no burden at all to her young bones.
![]() About the Author M. Luke McDonell is a San Francisco-based writer and designer. Her near-future fiction explores the effects of technology on individuals and society, with particular focus on the growing power of corporations and the associated voluntary and involuntary loss of rights and privacy. |
Celia, here. Thanks for stopping by, Dear Readers! In the spirit of the holidays, I’m giving away two copies of M. Luke’s e-book, The Perfect Specimen. To enter: visit my second blog home, Paranormal Unbound, and leave a comment. —>
Happy Holiday Dear Readers!
Today, I’m over at my other blog home, Paranormal Unbound, chatting with sci-fi author M. Luke McDonell.
In the spirit of the holiday season, I’m also giving away a copy of her debut release The Perfect Specimen to two lucky commenters over at Paranormal Unbound.
Join the science fiction chat —> —> 🙂
Hi Everyone!
Today, I’m delighted to welcome Champagne Book Group author Eliot Baker to my blog. His debut novel, The Last Ancient recently released in Champagne’s sci-fi/fantasy line, BURST Books.
Hi Eliot! Tell us a little bit about yourself. Something not in your bio, perhaps?
Hi Celia, thanks so much for having me here! In addition to the stuff on my bio, a big influence on my life has been the extent to which I’ve travelled and lived in different parts of the U.S. and Europe. I’ve been living in Finland for over three years now, which puts me at that bizarre point where I feel like a stranger in both countries, but pleasantly so. When I come home and walk through an American parking lot and into a supermarket, I say to myself with a bad pan-Euro accent, “Eevreetheeng ees so BEEG in Ameerika!” But living in different places, with radically different value systems, forces you to expand your perspective. It’s good for the soul.
How long have you been writing? What genres do you write?
I started writing around the time I started reading, largely because I looked up to my mother so much. She (Sharon Baker) was a published sci-fi novelist. Wanting to make my own way, I avoided writing sci-fi/fantasy in the early going. That’s completely changed. Urban fantasy is my main thing. I love creating a realistic setting, in which real characters are struggling with real problems, and then add to their burden a mythological creature or occult danger or an extra sense. In addition to urban fantasy, genres of ongoing projects include: YA mystery/horror, New Adult Lab Lit (yes, that actually is a genre, I’m told); a Middle Grade fantasy, one zombie horror/comedy thing, and historical thriller.
What made you choose the genres in which you write?
Two things: life experience and entertainment taste. I write about young people in a science lab because it’s something I’ve done and found fascinating. I write about a conspiracy of demons trying to overthrow a Seattle high school because I enjoy reading and watching such things. And I write about a journalist on Nantucket battling an occult conspiracy because it unites my life experience with my interest in the fantastic. Also, I have to admit, my fantasy stories usually contain something deeply personal to me that I mask with symbolism and convey with allegory. That’s the core elegance of sci-fi/fantasy, for me. You can express complex and frighteningly personal ideas subtly, with a compelling, fun story.
You used to be a journalist. Does that influence your fiction writing?
Oh, absolutely. Journalism was the best thing that could have happened to me as fiction writer, starting with the scope of knowledge you attain and the people you meet. Those alone can yield tons of story and character ideas. As for the writing itself, I learned the joys and rewards of researching and outlining a story. I have a pretty wild imagination and journalism gave me the discipline to focus it. But at a skills level, the tools I learned as a journalist have been vital: everything from story arc and structure, to situation-appropriate style, to scene setting, brevity, and accuracy—there’s just so much you learn when you’re forced to write 10,000 words a week of clean copy on a multitude of topics that thousands will read and hold you accountable for. Also, this is really important: the core principle of journalism is your lead, your first sentence, your thesis statement. Being able to capture the entire mood and scope of a story with a lead is so hard, and so critical, to a good story. If you can’t do that, you probably don’t have a strong grasp of your story, and then you have to really examine your story’s symmetry. This holds for genre fiction as well, although there’s a little more leeway.
What’s on your bookshelf and/or in your To Be Read pile?
You mean besides Celia Breslin’s urban fantasy Bloodline series? I was just at a bookstore in Helsinki and I picked up, Hilary Mantel’s “Wolf Hall,” fell in love with the first chapter, and bought “Bring up the Bodies,” too. Also picked up Kevin Powers’ Iraq war novel, “The Yellow Birds.” I have a Finnish sci-fi author’s book beside me as we speak, Hannu Rajaniemi’s The Quantum Thief. On my iPad I have queued up Veronica Roth’s “Divergent,” Peter Brett’s, “The Warded Man,” and Glenn Duncan’s “Tallula Rising,” sequel to “The Last Werewolf.”
Do you have a favorite author?
My reigning favorite author is Cormac McCarthy, going on eight years or so now. Muscular, poetic writing conjuring images and characters that burst from the page and linger long after the last page is turned. But he’s experiencing a pretty big challenge right now from Neil Gaiman, whose “American Gods” is a masterpiece. As a kid, I was inspired to write by Hunter S. Thompson, Mark Twain, and F. Scott Fitzgerald. Sounds like a motley trio, but I appreciate good lyrical writing, and you could set all their books to music, the writing just sings. In high school my favorites were easily Stephen King and Anne Rice, read everything they wrote up to 1997 or so, and I still read King every so often. Also really like J.R.R. Tolkein, R.R. Martin, Greg Bear, Mika Walteri, Phillip Pullman, Phillip Roth; and Jared Diamond and John McPhee on the non-fiction side. Went through a big Herman Hess phase in college.
What two authors would you love to chat with over a meal?
Shakespeare–just to see if he actually was human and not a god–and, if I’m eating with him, Hemingway, no doubt. He’d kill the main course and cook it himself. But seriously, as for living authors, I’d love to listen to Stephen King and Cormac McCarthy talk about writing. King’s “On Writing” was deeply inspirational. It helped me sit down and complete my novel. His approach and philosophy of writing is just so… right. And McCarthy has this mystical quality about him that I’d love to tap into, as well as learn from his writing inspiration from his own son. I’m going through something like that myself now my son and daughter (I’ve started a book for her and I promised the little guy he’d get one, too). Once you have kids, they change the way you think about what’s important in a story.
Describe a typical day in the life of Author Eliot Baker.
A typical day starts with the battle of getting my two kids up and into their three layers of Finnish winter clothing for daycare. After that’s all settled, I come home and start my day going over my email and social media while drinking some coffee, and then I open up the word doc of whatever I’m working on. Then I go teach communications at the local university, go lift weights and run at the gym, pick up the kids and either take them to a hobby or I go to mine: I sing in a heavy metal band. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever done. Haven’t been doing it long, but screaming Metallica and Pantera songs really helps stave of Seasonal Affectivity Disorder in these long, dark winters.
Quick note: my less typical, but ideal, day as an author here in Finland involves going to a family cabin with no indoor plumbing in the middle of nowhere, lighting the sauna fire, roasting myself in an 80 degree Celsius sauna and dipping into a freezing lake, followed by hyper-focused writing for 16 hours a day, three days straight. When my wife and in-laws have the time, they are wonderful about taking the kids and giving me the occasional writing holiday. The results are simply magical. Man, keyboard, and story become one.
Do you listen to music while you write?
Sometimes, when the music is necessary to bring me into the world. For instance, right now I’m writing about teenagers in Seattle, so I listen to both the Seattle grunge of my youth to capture that teenage feeling, and I’m listening to the stuff kids are listening to these days, like Imagine Dragons, to transpose that feeling to today’s world (which is so different from the one I remember graduating from in 1995). But if I’m, let’s say, out at the cabin and it just gets so quiet I start to go loony, I do I put on something without vocals, maybe some Sibellius or Grieg, or something with very subtle vocals, like some soft Indie rock.
Tell us about your new release!
Thank you so much for asking! The Last Ancient is available now on Amazon.com and at burstbooks.ca and should be available everywhere else any day now. It is billed as a historical mystery, but this is very much a tale of supernatural suspense and it’s bursting with romance, from sweet to steamy. I pitched it as urban fantasy, but the historical elements central to the plot’s occult mystery loom large.
![]() The deer mutilations. The disease. The political conspiracy. The murders. Even the creature. They’re all connected by the ancient coins. But how? Simon Stephenson, a journalist on Nantucket Island, is beset by panic attacks and a host of dangerous characters — some natural, others less so– while gathering ancient coins left at crime scenes. Piecing together the clues with his knowledge of science and ancient history, he discovers a diabolical plot hatched by occultist arms dealers while he tracks a mythological creature hunting on the island. In the meantime, he sheds light on the dark past of his father who, before his assassination, was the world’s most feared arms dealer–amongst other, darker things. No one on Nantucket is what they seem. Not his bridezilla heiress fiancee. Not a gorgeous rival TV reporter. Not his Greek hit-man-best-friend. And especially not himself. Buy Links |
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Happy Monday Everyone!
In the spirit of the holiday season, I’m giving away sexy vampires for Xmas! And, of course, it’s my not-so-secret favorite vampire from The Tranquilli Bloodline Series…the one and only Jonas, The Executioner.
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Clothed in darkness and power, Jonas watches Carina from the periphery of her life. With all that he is, he secretly protects his young charge from harm. Only three months remain in the twelve-year prohibition forbidding contact with his little warrior when he fails.
Abducted from her dance club, Carina suffers a vicious attack by a newly-turned vampire. Jonas’s retribution for the lowly spawn’s code violation is swift and brutal, and merely the beginning of his vengeance. Fineas, the uninitiated newling’s maker, has committed the greater offense. And Jonas intends to make him suffer.
I am The Executioner, the slayer, the ruthless hand of justice. Code Breakers beware.
“You touched her.”
Jonas’s sword whistled through the air and sliced off the cowering vampire’s hand in one clean blow. It plopped into the mud. The hatchling howled in agony. Clutching his bleeding arm to his chest, he trembled at Jonas’s feet.
“You kicked her.”
The sword sang down again… Read more –>
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