Release: Symphony of Heartstrings

2017-03-24 to 28_Symphony o Heart StringsA Symphony of Hearts

A Paranormal Romance

by T.E. Hodden

Released 24th April, 2017

Publisher: Roane Publishing

Return here for a blog post of Tom’s,
on 26th April

Excerpt:

Time for a practical demonstration…

I step into a sandwich shop. It is busy with the lunch hour rush. Jimmy sits at one of the tables, staring into his book, and trying not to think. He is a heavy guy, big and round with jowls and a frown. His connection to the Loom is worn thin, and a lot of his strings play sour, dull, notes. He is nearly forty, but has never been kissed and never known that warm fuzzy glow in his chest.
What he has known is shame, self-doubt, and fear. Whenever he has felt his heart crack open, he has been trained to think it is unnatural and shameful. People like him were the butts of jokes, when he was a kid. Most the people he hang around still use “queer” and “gay” as a shorthand for worthless and disgusting. He has spent too long burying his feelings, and now believes that they make him less of a man, and less of a human..

There is a girl at his office who likes him. She is friendly and flirty. He responds politely, but is so convinced of his self-image that he thinks she is quietly mocking him. He sees no malice in her, but he thinks there is gentle teasing at his expense.

Kelly is in the queue. He is waiting on a chicken and avocado baguette to go with his bottle of soda. He is thirty-nine, tall, burly, and jolly. He has a kind laugh and gets on with everybody in the office. He recognises Jimmy. They bump into each other in the office kitchen, making coffees. They talk about cricket and football while waiting on the kettle.

Jimmy nods for Kelly to join him. They joke about the latest email from head office. The “Fair culture flowchart” is a policy that spends three thousand words telling them, in essence, not to be dicks.

Neither men see me standing by their table. I pluck the string that binds them. It plays a sweet note, made heavy by Jimmy’s doubts. I knock his drink into his lap. Jimmy squawks in surprise and Kelly drops to his knees, mopping at Jimmy’s lap with napkins. Jimmy panics at the touch.

“Hey. Let me.” Jimmy laughs a little. “If you don’t mind where you put your hands, you will do something you will regret.”

I stoop down to Kelly’s ear and whisper, “Will you?”

Kelly gives a dirty laugh. “I wouldn’t regret it. Would you?”

For a moment they hold each other’s gazes.

Meet Bob. Bob is the guy between the lines of every love story you ever met. The lucky chance, the twist of fate, the astounding coincidence that sets sparks flying. Never seen, but always there.

Today Bob is assigned to help Jenny find love. But there is something more than bad luck working against the quirky librarian. Bob might have to save her life, before he can help her find love.

And he can’t do that from the shadows….


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About T.E. Hodden

E. Hodden trained in engineering, and works in the rail industry. He writes as a hobby, when he is not walking the Kent coast, looking for forgotten nooks and crannies of history and folklore.

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Cover Reveal: In Gray

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In Gray

by Sara J. Bernhardt,

to be released July 10th,  2017

After a car accident causes Daisy Carmichael to see the future, she is plagued by not only the things she sees but the deadly secrets of the young man who saved her life.


About Sara J. Bernhardt

Sara J Bernhardt is an author and poet who has been writing since a very young age, and is a winner of several poetry and short story contests. It is clear that Bernhardt writes in a realistic tone while still creating the enthralling feeling of fantasy. Her writing puts readers in a world that they will truly love to be a part of. While the writing is edgy and catching, it is also not too complex, which makes it a comfortable and enjoyable read for everyone.

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Show No Weakness: Exclusive

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Taylor Sinclair, Joely’s teenaged son, has mixed feelings about his mother’s burgeoning relationship with Cole Dennison. In this exclusive, we “listen in” to Taylor’s phone call to his friend after visiting his father. Note: this is Not in the novel Show No Weakness.
Check the “Released: Show No Weakness” Page for details of the book, released 10th April


“Hey, Taylor, how did the visit go with your dad last weekend?”

“Ah, it was okay,” Taylor told his friend, Nelson. He sprawled out on the couch and thumped his feet up onto the coffee table.

“Really? Cuz, you don’t sound okay. You sound kinda pissed. Did something happen with your dad?”

“Nah.” Taylor frowned and switched the phone to his other ear, then reached for the glass of juice he’d just poured himself. “I’m choked with my mom.” He took several long gulps of juice and put the glass back down with a loud sigh.

Nelson laughed. “That’s been happening a lot lately. What’s up now?”

“You remember that cop I told you about?”

“The one you met when you got in trouble, and now you’re playing basketball with him?”

“That’s right. Cole. He’s a really cool dude, for a cop, and we’re actually, like, friends. But now I find out he and my mom are dating.” Frustration surged through Taylor, and he barely stopped himself from kicking the coffee table.

“Yeah, so what’s wrong with that?”

“Seriously, Nelson?” Taylor couldn’t believe Nelson didn’t automatically see the problem. “What are the chances they’ll stay together? Practically zero,” he answered himself before Nelson could say anything. “And then Mom will hate him, just like she hates my dad, and she’ll stop me from spending time with Cole, just like she’s done with my dad. Where’s that fair? He was my friend, first.” Even he could hear the pout in his voice, but he had a right to be damn mad about this.

Nelson kept quiet for a moment, then he said, “Yeah, but what if he and Joely do stay together? That’d be cool, wouldn’t it? And you’d get to hang out with Cole even more.”

Taylor gave another exasperated sigh. Before he could tell his friend what he thought about him taking Joely’s side, he heard the condo’s hall door open, signalling the arrival of his mom. No way was he sticking around to deal with her staring at him with that disappointed look on her face.

“Look, Mom’s home from work, so I gotta go. Talk to you later, okay?”

He chucked the phone onto the couch and bee-lined for his room without even glancing at his mom. If she didn’t like it, tough. She deserved the silent treatment.

~oOo~

Interviewing Andrea Stanet

2017-03-13 to 17_Umbra's ShadowAndrea has released her romance novel,
Umbra’s Shadow, this week.

 

Andrea Stanet

 

 

 

 

I interviewed Andrea about her writing process, and themes within the novel.

As you were writing this work, did you have a planned outline of the plot? Or did you write “free-flow”?

How Umbra’s Shadow came together is a very different way than I normally work. Originally, it was a 20,000-word novella, and when I wrote that core of the story, it mainly flowed very easily. I had submitted it to one publisher who accepted shorter works, and they requested more, as in extend and resubmit.

The planning part came in once I had to figure out what else was going on in this world and how Merc fit into it. I’m not typically a fan of elaborate plans because by the time I finish outlining, I’ve spent most of my writing energy. I get bored. Plus, I hate being boxed into a specific path, and prefer having the flexibility to let the story go where it wants to (within reason). The stories I have tried to plan either never get completed or the first draft gets shelved.

There’s always some level of planning, and I do have a rough idea of the major events that need to happen in this trilogy. But I won’t work out the specifics until I sit down to develop each segment.

What parts of your hometown of New York can readers recognize in Umbra’s Shadow?

The two settings in the story most influenced by my “hometown” knowledge are Poughkeepsie and Manhattan. I spent most of my life in NYC, so the story version of New York is a composite of different parts of the city rolled into one area.

For the past 10 years, I’ve lived in the Hudson Valley, a bit outside of Poughkeepsie. Again, I wanted to give a feel for the place, but it’s not a direct sketch of the city by any means.
At times, the two—NYC and Poughkeepsie—merge slightly in the story in order to give Poughkeepsie a rougher edge.

You’re planning two more books to follow Umbra’s Shadow as a trilogy…any hints of what is to come?

That’s tough without giving anything away from this book, but a couple of major questions have much deeper answers than anything revealed at this point. First, who is Merc and where is she from? More of her origin will come to light in the next instalment.

Also, the Courts have a pretty nasty enemy, and that will be revealed in the next book. Characters I think will return (it’s only in a very raw draft form now) include Paris, the Winter Queen, and possibly Dúl’s mother.

What is your favourite place to write? Please describe it for us.

I usually camp out on my couch, especially in the winter. It’s right next to our pellet stove, which is similar to a wood-burning stove except that it uses a fan to blow hot air into the room. During the winter, I always want to be as close to the fire as I can get without melting my laptop. I’ve set up one of our gaming tables as a long, makeshift ‘desk.’

Even in the summer, when there’s no fire going, I just like the sofa because it’s super squashy and comfortable (it’s also where I nap before bed). Once in a while, I’ll forego the laptop and write by hand. I’m more likely to do that during the warm-weather months. Then I might take one of my five-million notebooks and do some writing down by the lake near our development, out in the blazing sun.

There seems to be a theme developing here…

What authors you have read who have defined your own style?

Kelly Armstrong has had a big impact on me because I love her characters. She writes very strong female protagonists who feel like fully realized human beings and not perfect at everything. She also has great pacing and plotting. Armstrong is one of the few authors whose work I can read repeatedly.

Tamora Pierce is another fantasy author whose female characters always stick with me.
I love Stephen King for his intricate plots, and of course, the creepiness of his work, so when I’m trying to set a dark and frightening atmosphere, I think of his work.

There’s an African author by the name of Lesley Nneka Arimah, and I love the subtle way she reveals back-story. I’ll definitely keep her techniques in mind when I start on the sequel to Umbra’s Shadow.


{That sequel… I’m looking forward to it!}

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“Retrouvailles” – Cover Reveal

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A Romance Novel

by Bill Chastain

to be released 5th June, 2017

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Alex Overstreet is exceptional. Mature beyond his years, he understands the value of education and where having one can take him. Adverse circumstances are no match for the “anything is possible” residing in his soul, a place where self-pity need not enter. His future is mapped in his mind. Staying the course will bring a worthwhile end game.

Enter India Blue Kirkland. The most popular girl in school is the unknown Alex failed to factor into his carefully calculated life plans. She is everything he is not—outgoing and popular. A chance encounter with her sets into place a life-long love affair.

Together they find a passion and embrace the best of their different worlds while exploring the wonder of love.  Both are more than ready for a future together. But Alex’s family situation looms in the background, and eventually catches up to him, forcing him to make sacrifices that change the course of his relationship with India.  Though driven apart, their love never wavers.

Years later, Alex is successful on a large scale professionally, yet emptiness clings to him like free-floating lint to a dark suit. India should have been a part of it all.  He’s never moved on from her. She is the love of his life.  Meanwhile, India is trapped in a marriage and longs for what she had with Alex.  One glance of Alex at her father’s funeral sparks a romance that never died.

Retrouvailles validates the compelling power of first love and how the snapshots of moments together matter most. Those snapshots representing sweet moments in time can be more compelling than a lifetime spent together.


About Bill Chastain  

Bill Chastain is a sports journalist, and author of two previous novels …

  • Peachtree Corvette Club
  • The Streak.

He also has penned non-fiction sports titles including …

  • The Steve Spurrier Story: From Heisman To Head Ball Coach;
  • Payne At Pinehurst: The Greatest U.S. Open Ever;
  • Hack’s 191: Hack Wilson And His Incredible 1930 Season;
  • September Nights: Hunting The Beasts Of The American League East;
  • Jackrabbit: The Story Of Clint Castleberry And The Improbable 1942 Georgia Tech Football Team.

As well as at Chastain’s site Bill can also be found at …
FaceBook; and at Twitter:

His books can be found at Goodreads and Amazon

Cover Reveal::Symphony of Heartstrings

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A Symphony of Hearts

A Paranormal Romance

by T.E. Hodden

to Be Released 24th April, 2017

Roane Black on White

Meet Bob. Bob is the guy between the lines of every love story you ever met. The lucky chance, the twist of fate, the astounding coincidence that sets sparks flying. Never seen, but always there.   Today Bob is assigned to help Jenny find love.

But there is something more than bad luck working against the quirky librarian. Bob might have to save her life, before he can help her find love.   And he can’t do that from the shadows….

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About the Author

T. E. Hodden trained in engineering, and works in the rail industry. He writes as a hobby, when he is not walking the Kent coast, looking for forgotten nooks and crannies of history and folklore.

Tom can be found at FaceBook  

“Crimson Curse”, released Feb 7

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The Crimson Curse
A Romance / Fantasy by Melissa J. Crispin

 

Cursed and disfigured, Calliope must find true love before the final leaf falls from the Enchanted Tree. Being bound to her mansion on the outskirts of town leaves her with little hope.

 

Abandoned by his wife for a wealthy man, Bastian only needs one female in his life, his five-year-old daughter, Yareena.
When she goes missing during a raging fire, fate brings him to a strange place where he encounters a woman wearing a golden mask. An attack by rogues puts Bastian in Calliope’s care. As he struggles against pride and prejudice, Bastian can’t ignore his growing attraction to the kind soul behind the mask.

 

Yareena and the mansion staff do their best at matchmaking, but Calliope can’t reveal her darkest secret. Will Bastian discover her true beauty before it’s too late?

 

~~~oOo~~~

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Melissa J. Crispin lives in Connecticut with her husband, two kids, and an adorable Siberian Husky. She spends her days in the corporate world, and pursues her passion for writing in the late nights and early mornings.
From micro-fiction to novels, Melissa loves to write stories in varying lengths. But, no matter the story, it’s almost always about the romance.

 

LINKS:
Ms Crispin’s site
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EXCERPT:

Calliope returned her attention to Bastian, grasping his shoulder with a gentle hand and giving him a small shake. When he didn’t stir, she considered how she could clean the wound without undressing him as he slept. She had never taken off a man’s clothing before, and she hardly wanted her first time to be when he wasn’t even aware of her actions. But, no other options seemed available. She started at the bottom button of his shirt, working her way up with trembling fingers, and spreading the fabric apart when the last of the buttons slipped free.

 

Her eyes roamed his upper body. While she was supposed to be assessing the extent of his injuries, she couldn’t deny the flash of heat that blasted through her at the sight of his bare skin.

 

She dipped a washcloth in the basin that Mrs. Widdleworth left on the night table, wringing out the excess water. As she dabbed at the gash near his naval, his vulnerability in that moment struck her in a way she had not expected. After their first encounter, she would have predicted his ego to get in the way, choosing to bleed to death in the cold rather than accept anything from her.

 

Although he suffered a serious injury, his daughter seemed to remain his utmost concern. Could his earlier ill-temper have been an unusual display? A behavior born out of fear for his daughter’s safety?

 

Maybe she had been wrong about him.

 

She pressed her lips together, allowing the notion to sink in as she dropped the bloody fabric off to the side, and proceeded to stitch the wound with shaky fingers. When the task was complete, she picked up a fresh cloth to use as a dressing. Relief washed over her as she inspected the area before covering it up. The slice in his flesh went deep, but not nearly as deep as she initially feared. She positioned the bandage and fixed it in place, her gaze catching a thin trail of hair that started under the center of his chest, following the way it continued lower down his body, and even further yet where it dipped beneath his trousers.

 

“It’s been a long time since a woman has laid her hands on me,” Bastian said, his voice rough.

 

Calliope jumped, heat infusing her cheeks. “My apologies if this offends. Marcus doesn’t fare well with blood. I had to care for your injury myself.” Her eyes met his, and to her surprise, no anger seemed to stir there.

 

“I was only teasing.” He swallowed hard, appearing to bite back the immense discomfort he had to be feeling. “Thank you.”

 

She inclined her head. “You’re welcome.”

 

I shouldn’t have been so terse with you earlier. Yareena is my life, and when I couldn’t find her, well…” He reached for his face, pressing the heel of his hand against his jaw. “I lost my sense for a short while. I apologize.”

 

“Poisonous Whispers”, by Jana Begovich

 

 

Released on December 5th, this is Ms. Begovic’s 2016-12-5-to-8_poisonous-whispers
début novel – a romance, but much more.
Written in a literary style, it is a saga of discovery
of true love.

In brief:
       “Don’t you ever forget about me…,” he whispers during their secret encounters. Like a curse, these simple words now haunt Leandra, a reputable psychiatrist, who finds herself in emotional chaos after the sudden breakup of her illicit affair. Unable to heal on her own and tormented by dreams in which supernatural forces create havoc with her fate, she desperately turns to David, a colleague psychiatrist, asking him to take her through past-life regression therapy. She hopes that this unorthodox and somewhat suspect technique will explain her profound connection to the lover who has abandoned her so abruptly.

The sessions take Leandra through 17th and 19th century Ireland, Italy and England, where love, loss and betrayal are the leitmotifs in an ambiance of co-mingled fantasy and reality. In her hypnotic state, Leandra recounts a saga of intoxicating love, dizzying passion, flaming lust and profound heartbreak. Despite the painful answers she finds under hypnosis, Leandra still cannot let go of the hope to reunite with her lover. Ultimately, the shattering revelations from her past-life incarnations, along with the turmoil over her ruined marriage, become the stepping stones of her introspective path to healing, self-discovery and an appreciation of true love.

With its seamlessly interwoven sub-plots, “Poisonous Whispers” lures the reader from one continent to another, from past to present. The affair at the center of the story is an anatomy of the heart in which the heroine’s sorrow-laced journey reflects the universal themes of love and loss.

The author:
jana-portrait       As far back as Jana can remember, she has been fascinated by storytelling and intoxicated with the written word. As a young child, she began spinning stories, talking to an imaginary friend and devouring fairy tales. As a teenager, she wrote maudlin love poetry; and as a young mother, a collection of fables. Her love of reading and writing drove her to study languages and literature, resulting in B.A. degrees in English and German Languages and Literature, an M.A. Degree in Literary Studies, as well as a B.Ed. Degree in English and Dramatic Arts.
She works for the Government of Canada in the field of military language training and testing and her work, as a subject matter expert, has taken her all over the world. She was born in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina but has lived in Canada since 1991, currently
in Ottawa, Ontario with her husband.
As of the time of this posting, she is working on her second novel, as well as a collection of short stories.

An excerpt:
       A tiny streak of pale light is cascading softly down the cell window and making a shy sliver in the veil of darkness. I open my eyes, disoriented. I do not move; I do not even dare blink until I get my bearings. Then I remember and freeze in horror. I sit up, an aching all over my body and cold dread in my heart. Instinctively, I try to disentangle my matted hair with my fingers, but it is hopeless. All around me, I smell mold, decay and death. How can I survive another day in this hole? The sound of the door opening with a screech makes me jump in terror.

The gaoler walks in; a heavy set of keys dangling and jingling in his hand.

“Come. You are being moved in preparation for tonight’s execution. A verdict was reached.”

I speak not but follow him. We climb a steep staircase. Below us, I hear moans and yells and what sounds like the death throes of those hopelessly lost to the world and forgotten by justice, compassion and mercy. Again, I am feeling dissociated from the event of my calamity; I see my body walking, but my soul is not in it and indifference over what might happen floods me. Death is not the end. Death offers me salvation from pain, from the torment of living a human life.

We leave the jailhouse and enter the house across the street to the village inn. The inn owner, James Bourke, looks at me with hatred and disdain. He also always hated my husband because his wife had hoped my husband would marry her. She was in love with him, and when he married me she tried to kill herself. James married her later, but has always known that she never stopped loving my husband.

The gaoler takes me upstairs to one of the guest rooms and locks the door behind me. The room is wide and clean even though sparsely furnished. The bed is large and looks inviting and I realize how exhausted I am. On the bed is a white, thin chemise and I immediately understand this is what I will wear tonight when I am pushed off the bridge into the water that is cool even on the hottest of summer days. Will I have the strength or the will to swim and save myself? What surprises and almost delights me under such grave circumstances is a bathtub in the corner of the room. There is steam rising from it and I immediately undress and slip into it, relieved to be able to wash off the dirt, the grime, and above all the horrible stench on my body. I rub myself raw trying to clean my skin. Washing my hair is more difficult because at home I have servants who help me with bathing, dressing and undressing. I have been spoilt by marrying a man of wealth and power. Where is my husband now? I crave his protection. If he saved me now, would I give up Kieran, would I give up love in order to live? I surmise I would.

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Cover Reveal: “Umbra’s Shadow”

umbras-shadow-coverGot a problem that needs a kick-ass mercenary to fix it? Merc’s your shapeshifter.
It’s been open season on changelings—human/faery hybrids—until word gets around: someone’s got their backs.
Merc relies on her unique shapeshifting talents to defend the poor and disenfranchised hybrids living on the fringes of a modern-day Hudson valley city. Perhaps her past spurs her to help—orphaned, unable to remember her parents or her original form, forced to survive alone until a kindly Changeling couple takes her in.
But Merc also dreams of escaping the poverty and rescuing her boyfriend from the environment that feeds his addictions.

Dúl, a mysterious and seductive full-blooded  fey, seems to offer Merc the way out. But the job he proposes will plunge her into the political wasp nest of the Dreaming World and its fey courts. Dúl hires her to rescue the female lieutenant of the Shadow Court’s king.
But Morgan isn’t the only full-blood that’s disappeared. Nothing is what it seems. A hidden player is capitalizing on the animosities within the four courts, and Merc must solve the puzzle before anyone else falls victim. Her investigation exposes the web of betrayals and lies ambushing the courts from without, or maybe from within.

No one could defeat this conspiracy alone. Merc must suppress her solitary nature and learn to work with a team, while Dúl enters into a bitter alliance with his most hated enemy. Amid this treachery, the magnetic attraction between Merc and Dúl deepens into a forbidden bond they are powerless to deny.

Even if she unravels the chaos plaguing the Dreaming, can she handle the truth about the full-blood she’s fallen for?


Umbra’s Shadow,
a Contemporary Fantasy by Andrea Stanet
Roane Black on White

Release Date: March 13, 2017

Keywords: Contemporary, Paranormal, Fantasy, Shapeshifter, Mercenary

Harvest Moon Authors Tell…

… About Their Enthusiasm for Writing, after harvest-moon-cover-reveal
contributing to Love Under the Harvest Moon.


Tom Hodden:
Defining enthusiasm is never easy. It is elusive and changes for each project. Sometimes it is as simple as not finding the book you want to read and realising you will have to create it yourself. Other times it is a way of weaving a picture, a piece of art that would not work on any other medium. Most often for me, writing is giving voice to the swirling maelstrom of ideas and images that are burbling away in my head, looking for a form to be given. Yes, I know how pompous and grand that sounds for somebody who writes little love stories. But it is how it feels at times. When you have the idea for characters, and story, for the piece you are writing you are fitting the splinters of a puzzle together, or layering textures and colours upon each other until, if you are lucky, it all sort of fits together. Of course we should also remember it is also fun. Very few writers would ever consider themselves the prose equivalent of a great composer, writing symphonies or concertos. They are garage bands, experimenting with guitars and drums, building up their songs, but looking to relax, express themselves and jam with others. We might all dream of a hit, but the driving force of our enthusiasm will often be those we bounce ideas of, and joke around with.


Nemma Woolenfang:
In the last few years, writing has become something of an addiction. Like many before, I caught ‘the bug’. It’s simply too hard not to write when ideas keep popping into your head!

Clockwork Evangeline was my first publication success, a steampunk short which won a competition. Now, several years on, my work has appeared in several venues, including: Flame Tree (Science Fiction Short Stories and Murder Mayhem), RIP (A Bleak New World), Corazon Books (Come Into the House), Mantid Magazine (Summer 2016 Issue), Romance Magazine (Vol. 04 No. 02), and Roane Publishing (Masked Hearts as well as Under the Harvest Moon). It’s been a delight not only to work with such great publishers but to get to know other talented writers on the ToCs and connect with the larger writing community. Since meeting new authors and reading their work, my tastes have broadened significantly. Now, I’ve become quite a fan of short fiction.

The genres I write in are rather broad… speculative fiction pretty much covers it. Fantasy, historical, and science-fiction mostly… Always, though, I like that romantic element. And sometimes, these genres crossover quite naturally, for example, I’m currently working on a historical science-fiction novel set in an alternative version of Victorian-era London, which recently won a competition.
For anyone who’s interested, you can find my work on Amazon and Goodreads.

Patricia Crisafulli
I have written stories all my life.  As a young child, I told myself stories for entertainment, to pass the time, and for comfort. Over the years, my love of writing has taken me in many different directions—as a news reporter and feature writer, and then publication of my first book, Remembering Mother, Finding Myself (published under the name Patricia Commins), written for adult daughters whose mothers have died, helping them to understand their mothers as the women who came before them.  I’ve also written books on business, economics, and leadership—as well as in the creative vein, with the founding of http://www.FaithHopeandFiction.com, an e-literary magazine, and a volume of short stories and short essays entitled Inspired Every Day, published by Hallmark.

What all these diverse experiences have in common is using the written word to explore the world around me. A story is the best way I know to interpret and understand, discovering deeper meaning and lessons hidden in even the most ordinary circumstances and relationships.

Claire Devon:
When I was younger I would write my version of fan fic. One of my fondest memories is when a friend and I took up the pen to write our fan fic version of General Hospital. Unfortunately, those notebooks were lost in one of our family moves, but the passion lives on. That’s the fun of writing. At any time, I can grab a story left untold and recast it and plot it as I would like to have seen it done.

I enjoy writing because even when things are the darkest, when my characters are being put through the mill I know how it’s going to turn out. I know that there will be a way out of the situation, whatever they are in, and that they will find their way back to each other. So I get to cast these situations with glee, knowing that they will be okay. It isn’t so easy with life, but with art I can always be sure of a happy ending. What is better than that?

Laura Lamoreaux / T.L. French:
As a working partnership, writing strikes both of us very differently.  For Laura, it’s all about the craft.  Finding the perfect words to convey the idea on the page.  The process of making something beautiful, brilliant and new is what she loves. Just the act of getting the words down on the page is a reward in and of itself for her.

As the other half of this crazy ride, my (T.L. French) passion is for telling the stories that are constantly swimming around in my head. It’s the process of discovering who the characters are and what makes them tick that drives me to discover the next story. I find the motivations of characters endlessly fascinating.

What really makes our partnership work however, is the opportunities to collaborate.  There is something magical about being able to bounce these ideas off of each other.  The joy of asking “what if…”  We could literally sit and talk for hours about these people that exist only in our heads–but for us, their stories are waiting to be told.

Love Under the Harvest Moon,
released 18th November 2016 by
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is available at Roane’s site (click logo)
which lists other outlets.