Monday, November 23, 2015

Ashley Scheller ~ an interview and her novel ~ The Wielder Diaries






Title: The Wielder Diaries: My Crystal
Author: Ashley Scheller
Genre: Young Adult Fiction/Supernatural/Fantasy/Magic
Length: 329 pages
Release Date: September 10, 2015
ISBN-13: 978-1516982066
IMPRINT: Howling Wolf

I AM PLEASED TO WELCOME AUTHOR
Ashley Scheller
 

BIO:
Ashley Scheller has always liked creating. Currently residing in Omaha with her family, if she isn’t sewing costumes inspired from medieval times or anime characters she is writing. Passionate about both hobbies, she loves to connect with fellow costumers and writers through social media. The Wielder Diaries: My Crystal is her first book and has planned an exciting trilogy for the title.

BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU

Q: If you could morph into any creature what would it be?
A: I would have Mystique’s (X-men) morphing abilities in a heartbeat if I was offered. I honestly can’t choose just one creature. To be able to morph is one of my favorite concepts in fantasy I like to explore. How will it happen? Why does it need to happen? What will change? What might happen if a loved one finds out? These are all possible questions I like to answer if I can. In The Wielder Diaries: My Crystal there are a number of scenes where characters transform/morph into other beings or morph in order to improve themselves.

Q: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have an all time favorite song?
A: I enjoy a great many genres of music. There is little I won’t try or wouldn’t like to have a CD to play.

Q: If your life were a movie would it be considered an action film, comedy, drama, romance, fantasy or a combination?
A: I would say my life is a drama/comedy. On the one hand I have had several obstacles to overcome, but I have been blessed to have and get to know great people in my life who have guided me and made my life brighter.

Q: How do you feel about exercise?
A: To excel at anything I think exercise is important because it clears the mind and I feel great afterwards. While I do like to go out to eat a lot and, therefore, am hardly a working out fanatic, I do enjoy walks with my husband and modern dance to get some cardio.

BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT

Q: What do you think is the hardest part of writing a book?
A: I find the editing process the hardest. To strive to be a perfectionist while keeping true to your voice as a storyteller is a hard line to walk.

Q; Now your least favorite part?
A: While my favorite part of writing is creating characters, deleting a character you thought you needed is my absolute number one thing I hate to do. Especially if it’s one that has been fully integrated into your story and your editor makes a valid argument you never needed it. *shakes head and laughs* Oh, it’s the worst. But. For the sake of bettering your story you have to put aside your ego.


Q: When crafting the story, do you go from beginning to end or do you jump around writing the scenes that are pushing themselves forward in your brain?
A: Definitely a jumper. If I get bored, I will stop and move on to a part that interests me that day. I never like to force my words to meet a quota, for lack of a better word, because, from experience, I find myself just deleting what was forced the following day.

Q: Do you always know how a story will end when you begin writing it?
A: No~pe. I think that’s the fun part. You get to go on this journey with your characters. Sure. I’d have some idea where I am headed, but rarely is it concrete or set in stone.

I love it when my characters take the story to a place I didn't see coming. I agree ~ no knowing it the best!

BOOKS - NOW LETS PROMOTE – STRUT YOUR STUFF

Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: My sequel to The Wielder Diaries: My Crystal as The Wielder Diaries will be a trilogy and I can’t wait to share what comes next.

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: My goal is for the sequel to come out next fall.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, Facebook page or any buy links?
A: I love to connect with readers and fellow costumers!

AUTHOR LINKS:
 
Currently Available at:

Q: Are you currently participating in a blog tour? If you are let’s tell everyone where you’re going to be so they can catch up with you again.
A: I am participating in a blog tour through Ravenswood Publishing and wish to thank you, LocGlin, for inviting me to guest post here on Books and Banter today.

It was a pleasure. You'll have to come back when the sequel is published.  Now tell us something about The Wielder Diaries.

I'd love to!

SYNOPSIS: 
At five, her presence alone could transform lions into human-like beings. At nine, she could manipulate everything inanimate, in turn, creating her surroundings to her liking. She is their Saqui, a precious child with awesome power.

Now, if she could only remember.

A 12-year-old girl awakens after a long sleep and, mysteriously, has no recollection of her past. Upon the insistence of four, who claim to be her guardians and friends, Kayla begins to read from a bizarre diary, hoping to gain her memories before she loses her kingdom. A journey of self-discovery, wonder and adventure begins when she opens the covers made of crystal.


Excerpt:
 Left alone before I could ask any more questions, I studied the item carefully. It was certainly odd for a diary, let alone a book. There was no title and the covers were made of this blue-tinted, crystal-like material. The covers alone were a mystery as some inky black liquid that stained the covers was oddly swirling around as if on its own just beneath the surface. The entire outside was also rather warm to the touch and surprisingly growing hotter the longer I held it.
Come on…I need you. These people need you to help me out here!
Bearing through the pain, I pried it open.
It hurts! Knock it off! Work with me here!
A chill ran down my spine when I heard a whiny screech, but it wasn’t about to deter me from my task. Quickly slapping both hands on the tan pages in order to prevent the covers from snapping shut, I next heard a ghostly sigh.
“Whew!” I said aloud, leaning back a bit. “All right, that was weird.”
I began to study the reddish font while I sat back up, ignoring the slight burning sensation in my hands. Before I could begin, the pages’ aged, tan color began to dissolve away while gold font replaced the icky red. Though the pages I was looking on became pure white, the rest of the pages remained tan like they were waiting for me to turn to their spot.
“Okay, so you have a life of your own. I get it. Are you sick or something?”
A sick book…yeah right…oh who am I kidding?
Another sigh emitted from the pages in response and this time it felt like a gentle breeze smelling of freshly cut grass.
…wow…
“Well then, let’s see what we can do here,” I whispered eagerly while my anticipation began to rise, melting away any nervousness or pain I was feeling prior to this moment.

 I love fantasy. This is intriguing.

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Thursday, November 19, 2015

Rosie Vanyon ~ an interview and her novel ~ Coming Attractions




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I AM PLEASED TO WELCOME AUTHOR
Rosie Vanyon


BIO –
In between writing romantic stories, Rosie Vanyon is building a house on a hillside with stunning mountain views in her childhood home, Tasmania. She’s looking forward to sharing her dream house with her high-maintenance dog and a couple of naughty-but-smoochy cats.

She has a Creative Arts degree and a grown-up job in financial services. Rosie has been a writer and editor in fields as diverse as motoring, travel and tax. She is relieved and elated to (once again) let loose her ‘romance author’ alter-ego. At last, she is following her heart.

BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU
Q: How would you describe yourself as a color? Think personality here. Are you a light and airy pastel person, or more of a deep, dark, sultry and mysterious color?
A: Pink! Hot pink! No question. With sequins and sparkles if I’m feeling fun and upbeat – and trimmed with black lace or leather if I’m feeling more racy. ;-) Pink is for promise, playfulness and passion. It’s feminine but powerful.

Besides, with a name like ‘Rosie’, it’s the perfect colour!

Q: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have an all time favorite song?
A: I am a rock goddess. This is the right answer. And it’s sometimes totally true!

However, the real answer is that I am *covers her mouth and mumbles into her hand* an 80s tragic. Duran Duran, The Eurythmics, Joan Jett, Rick Springfield (love his butt as well as his music)…

I can’t believe I’m confessing this but when Cyndi Lauper toured here recently, I went to the concert and knew all the words.

Q: Dine in or dine out?
A: I love dining in and dining out.

There’s a gorgeous little restaurant called 12 Stones that’s housed in an old church on the outskirts of the city. It’s so romantic. There’s local art on the walls for sale, they cook a superb steak and their marinated olives are to die for, plus the atmosphere is so warm, you could stay all night. I’m sure a version of this venue will turn up in my next book.

On the other hand, I’m currently building a beautiful, quirky cottage that is centred around a gorgeous 8-seater table, so I can indulge my culinary skills (which, you’ll notice, my Coming attractions hero has inherited) and my love of entertaining.

Q: Coffee or Tea?
A: Coffee! Liquid bitumen. I think it makes up about 50% of my personality. The other half is wine.

BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT
Q: When did you start writing and why?
A: I am not sure what my first piece of writing was but I clearly remember asking my dear old dad why a seven-year-old couldn’t write a novel. Much to my disappointment (and his, on reflection) Dad’s answer was not at all encouraging.

Q: How did you come to write your genera of choice?
A: When I was 11, I read my first teen romance – PS I love you by Barbara Conklin. [Spoiler alert!] Paul, the hero died. So, from then on I knew that in any story, there was a chance things wouldn’t work out. I have spent the decades since then devouring thousands of romances, each time, praying like mad that the protagonists get their acts together and live happily ever after.

Dissatisfied with writing articles like ‘Six ways to boost your super’ and ‘Ten top winter motoring tips’, I turned my skills to my favourite genre and was instantly hooked. I’m not sure whether I prefer reading or writing romance!

Q: What do you think is the hardest part of writing a book?

A: A writing teacher once told me that Rule One of writing was ‘Forget the housework’. He wasn’t kidding. To find time to write I also have to forget the grocery shopping, gym, Facebook (that’s hard!) pet care, phone calls/mail/email, volunteering and sleep. I also have to be a really bad friend.

Q: Do you write long hand first, or does it go straight into the computer?
A: I’d rather be a cyborg than a goddess. I’m a digital creature. Every word goes straight into Word. I even keep my progress journal – notes, images, research – in the Evernote app. Besides, my handwriting isn’t that crash hot – and one of my cats loves shredding paper.


BOOKS - NOW LETS PROMOTE – STRUT YOUR STUFF
Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: My next romance is a rock chick extravaganza. It’s still in the early stages but it is shaping up to be my favorite story yet!

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?



A: Coming Attractions is available from:


Come and say hi at: 
www.facebook.com/rosievanyon
twitter.com/rvanyon 

Q: Are you currently participating in a blog tour? If you are let’s tell everyone where you’re going to be so they can catch up with you again.



Find me at:
9th November: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.co.uk/
10th November: http://victoriablisse.co.uk
11th November: http://outrageousgirlrants.blogspot.co.uk/
12th November: http://www.lovebitessilkties.co.uk/
13th November: http://deannasworld1.blogspot.com.au/
16th November: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com/
17th November: http://www.myeroticnotions.blogspot.com/
18th November: http://naughtybookeden.blogspot.co.uk/
19th November: http://locglin.blogspot.com/
20th November: http://eroticaforall.co.uk



Blurb

During a freak summer storm, screenwriter and heiress, Cara Kelly and movie producer, Levi Callister are marooned alone for days in a mansion used as the set for an erotic film series.

When Levi discovers Cara sleeping naked in one of the sensuously themed rooms, the two embark on a collision course that can only end up in flagrante.

Cara is a nomadic loner, too afraid to commit to family, a home—or even a potted begonia.

Levi is a player—a womanizer and entrepreneur. He needs a lot of money, fast.

So, when sparks fly between the unlikely pair both in and outside of the various sexily-decorated bedrooms, Cara can’t help wondering if Levi’s insatiable interest in her is real—or if it’s just her missing inheritance he’s chasing. 

Excerpt

She was practically naked—the last pastel pink scrap of lace hid nothing. He could see, touch, taste everything. And yet there was something incredibly intimate and romantic about the slide of his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, the slow drift of lace and fingertips over her thighs, the feel of his breath against her center.

She was desperately aroused, screamingly eager, wet and hot and throbbing for him. Her clit was puckered tight and the muscles inside her were clenched with anticipation.

He let her panties slither to her ankles, clasped the cheeks of her butt, and pressed his scorching mouth hard and without warning against her wet sex. His lips were apart and he sucked her inside his mouth—the whole plump folded core of her—and his tongue probed unerringly to her clitoris. The feel of his mouth was the most incredible pressure she had ever experienced. The fast, sure flicking of his tongue inside the full suckling of his lips almost drove her out of her mind. She had not known there was pleasure like this to be had.

Her whole body was flushed with longing, her breath was growing irregular, and her pulse was breakdancing all over the place. She could feel the tantalizing edges of orgasm fluttering around the limits of her excitement. But she needed more. Something to tip her over that exquisite, elusive precipice.

 “More...” she gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he pressed his face between her thighs, maintaining her pleasure. But even as she begged, she had no idea how he could deliver what she needed. His ministrations were already utterly and deliciously absorbing.

 She clung to him, a single drop of perspiration trickling between her engorged breasts as she gasped her need.

 “Please…” The word was thin and strangled. She wasn’t even sure what she was asking for.

 He slid his right hand from her buttocks around her hip and across her thigh. With nothing more than a gesture, he commanded her thighs apart and, lost in a maelstrom of lust, she mindlessly acquiesced. She felt utterly wanton standing before this man, legs spread while he thrilled her with his talented mouth, his hand stroking relentlessly up and down her thighs.

 His fingers traveled lightly, teasingly, sometimes grazing the trimmed hair at her center, occasionally brushing the fleshy entrance to her feminine core.

 She could barely catch her breath now and she felt dizzy. Her throat was clamped shut and the razzle-dazzle of dancing lights behind her eyelids told her she was close to losing consciousness. She was no longer holding his shoulders for balance and encouragement.

Instead, her fingers dug into his skin for support, and as a desperate plea for him to take her where she needed to go.

 “Please, Levi, please...”

 He didn’t hesitate. On the next upstroke between her thighs, he drove his finger deep into her sex. Plunging the digit once, twice, thrice into her soaked and scorching channel.

 And then she flew apart. The orgasm rocketed through her like a searing star shower. There was no room for thought. Her release was pure sensation, so intense it was almost painful, so complete it was practically spiritual. The spasms rocked the depths of her very being and even as they began to subside, she knew what Levi had given her was a gift both precious and rare, and that the experience had changed her so profoundly there was no return.

 Gently, lovingly, he helped her to the bed, easing her quaking body down on the silken covers, sliding beside her and gathering her in his arms. Slowly, as though from far, far away, she came back to herself. First she noticed the warmth of his body in the cool air of the room, the scuff his body hair against her smooth skin, the soothing glide of his fingertips over her quivering arm and her hip. His heartbeat beneath her ear was a perfect counterpoint to the rain thrumming against the window. His breath tasted faintly of mint and wine and her own musk. Her breathing slowed to match his lungs’ steady rhythm and her trembling began to abate.


“You look beautiful there,” he murmured against her hair. “Your golden hair spread all across the bed, your skin glowing, your lips swollen...”

 His hands emphasized his words, stroking her body more intently as he spoke. Of their own volition, her fingers followed suit, trailing over his skin, mindlessly exploring the bulges and hollows of his body. He shivered when her short fingernails skimmed his nipple, gasped when she trailed her index finger down his hip toward the waistband of his briefs.

 There was no mistaking his arousal. The thick length of him spasmed every time her hand drew close, and there was a tell-tale spot of dampness near the tip. Enjoying his responses, she teasingly drew her fingers around his belly and down the edges of his jutting hipbones, across the elastic of his underwear and up and down the arrow of hair between his navel and the stretch of blue fabric. He hissed and growled and squirmed under her ministrations.

 “You are going to drive me completely insane,” he ground out, but he made no move to hurry her or change her agenda. She could see the pulse leaping at his throat, the desperate bob of his Adam’s apple, the sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.

 She smiled saccharine sweetly at him and deliberately brushed her hand over the bulge in his pants.




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