Monday, November 26, 2012

'My Next Big Thing' Blog Chain.....

I COULDN'T RESTRAIN FROM INVITING MY GREAT AUTHOR FRIENDS ALONG WITH MYSELF TO ENGAGE IN THE BLOG-CHAIN CALLED
'MY NEXT BIG THING'.

THANKS TO MY GOOD FRIEND - BRENDA PERLIN, author of Home Wrecker... Home Wrecker Blog  WHO INVITED ME TO PARTICIPATE IN THE BLOG-CHAIN STARTED BY ANDY DUNCAN, AUTHOR OF THE BADGER-BOY BROUHAHA 

Adventures of Cecilias Park Blogspot



HERE IS WHAT I HAD TO SAY ABOUT 
MY NEXT BIG THING. 
What is the working title of your book?
'Finding Summerland', Volume 1 'The Ameryn Chronicles' 
Where did the idea come from for the book? 
I know this will sound very cliché, but it's true so I'm saying it. I dreamed about it until it finally got the best of me and I started writing it down. It would keep me up at night! 
What genre does your book fall under? 
It's a bit genre bending, but I'll try. YA, Paranormal, Supernatural, Romance sprinkled with mythology. 
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? 
Hard to say...It was 2 years before it was complete. That wasn't all writing though. I have a 'real' job! 
What other books would you compare its story within your genre?
It has been compared to 'Twilight', which I have read and somewhat understand the comparison, although mine doesn't have vamps! Also 'The Hunger Games', which I have not read, so I'm not sure how accurate that is!


And now, I'll pass the baton to some of my writer friends that kindly agreed to participate in the blog-chain ... stay tuned to read about their Next Big Thing.


HOME WRECKER TO BE RE-RELEASED JUST IN TIME FOR THE HOLIDAYS!
Brenda Perlin- Home Wrecker Home Wrecker Blog 

John Emil Augustine- Love Seen From Hell... John Emil Augustine Please visit John Emil Agustine's Author page on Facebook Love Seen From Hell

Lisa Day- Wolfkeeper's Woman... Lisa Day Website
Do stop by Lisa's site.. or visit the Lisa Day Author Page on Facebook 
Lisa Day Facebook Author Page
Sarah Bunchynski- The Awakening...Sarah Buchynski Blog
Sarah Buchynski Goodreads Author Page
Please visit Sarah Bunchynski's Author page Facebook BeforeTrue Light


Jessica Kong- A Lost Kitten...Jessica Kong Blog
or Facebook Page  Jessica Kong Facebook Author Page



Lisa Day-The Stepbrother's... Lisa Day Website
Do stop by Lisa's site.. or visit the Lisa Day Author Page on Facebook 
Lisa Day Facebook Author Page


Saturday, November 24, 2012

'Finding Summerland' - Excerpt 4

Finding Summerland    
 **EXCERPT 4  
This scene is taken from the prologue...it is set in a 'future' time, which will come into play later in the series. The point of this 'glimmer of Wesleys' future will become more self evident as the series progresses. To read earlier excerpts, search the tag #SampleSunday.

Taken from - Prologue
2 months after my transcendence...


This can't be happening. I thought, petrified and grief stricken. This was supposed to be a happy day. Just hours ago we were having a blast. The thought was short lived, as I hunched over, a dull ache throbbing in my side. I pulled my hand up and pushed on my rib. It felt better for a second. Then Wyatt lunged at me again.

What are you doing?” I shouted desperately. “I know you can hear me, just listen?”
He stepped back a minute and I thought I was getting through. His eyes glimmered as he studied my face, then callously, methodically shifted his glance to the wound he had just inflicted.
I expected to see remorse. Surely it must be sinking in what he'd done as he studied my red, sopping shirt. But all I saw was emptiness and rage. A bitter shadow of the person he was. My best buddy—hell bent on killing me.



This isn't what you want.” I started as he stood still for a short time. Just moments earlier he had been chasing me wildly, incoherently screaming at me about 'who he was' and 'how I had chosen this for myself'. But now he just seemed paralyzed in some twisted trance. And I knew it wasn't his fault.
I couldn't kill him. Even though I knew it was my job. After all, he had lost his humanity. I was supposed to accept that he was already a horlock. The fact that he was trying to kill me should have ended it. But it didn't. It was just too painful. Not Wyatt. Anyone but Wyatt.
He started pacing around again, waving the dagger he had taken from me in the air like a prize. I pulled off my shirt, hoping to use it to restrain him somehow. I knew, since my transcendence, my strength was remarkable. I could take him down and see if there was still time to save him.
His eyes glowed furiously when he turned and saw my chest. I glanced down to where he was staring and realized my wound had completely healed over. Their was nothing but a small, red welt where the hole had just been. One of the benefits of my Ameryn blood.

You think you're special Wes, but you are nothing. So you can heal a little scratch. When Eos gets this dagger back, he will crush you. AND your precious underwater freaks.”


I wanted to deck him. Rage boiled up inside as I fought my emotions in order to remember what I was up against, and who I was. This was new to Wyatt. He had no idea what was happening to him, or why he was being used. I should have seen the signs but I didn't. I guess I just didn't want to. I had already lost someone I loved. I just wasn't willing to see it.


This isn't the way Wyatt. Think of Katie and your family.” I said as he watched on. “He is lying to you. He doesn't want to help humanity, he only wants to rule it.”

You should have told me Wes. But you didn't.” He was coming towards me slowly. “You didn't because you just couldn't stand the thought of me being better than you. You met her and the next thing you know, you're like some superman. You get the girl and all this shit starts happening. Then, as if that isn't enough, you hide from me what I am. Why would you do that?”
I started to answer, but he was already getting in his Jeep.

Wyatt come on man,” I said coolly trying to stall him. “You can't drive right now, you're too drunk.”
He began laughing hysterically as he fumbled to get the key in the ignition. Trying 4 or 5 times before he almost got it in.

Hey, don't worry. You can keep the dagger and we'll sort all this out in the morning.” I tried to bargain.
He kept laughing like he was delirious. The stench of beer and Eos, reeking through his open lips. I was shocked when he gave up and stumbled out, leaning on my shoulder, as if he'd suddenly forgotten what was going on. He didn't say anything but let me lead him back up to the porch and ease him down on the chair. He was still, for now, and I figured the best thing to do was let him rest, and watch. 
 

Somehow I fell asleep sitting on the floor of the porch with Wyatt. I guess it took more out of me than I realized, getting stabbed in the rib by my best friend, then healing. I was exhausted, which was unusual since my new body was so much stronger in general. I rarely needed sleep, but apparently I did now.
I was suddenly awakened, startled up out of my sleep, to see Wyatt's Jeep pulling away. I chased after him. He wasn't driving that fast yet, and I could run like a cheetah now. It didn't take long for me to catch up. His face staring blankly out the side window at me yelling for him to stop.

He was determined to keep going, obviously on his way back to the Order to turn over his prize. I didn't even care about that now. All I could think about was getting him back to Olivia in time for her to catch and recover what ever shrinking part of him was left. And I could tell at the rate he was going, I was running out of time.
I pushed the car gently to the side, hoping to slow him down. He retaliated by pressing down hard on the gas, kicking up sand and spinning his tires. He was driving more erratic now and it was becoming dangerous for me to run along side. I decided I needed to stop the vehicle all together. If I could make it in time, before he hit the main roads, he would be safe.
I timed it just right. I knew these beach roads like the back of my hand and there was a sand dune just ahead. I gave him a shove and the jeep glided precisely into the dune. I sighed, relieved, and started my approach. But before I got to him, the jeep roared back to life and started to move. I tried to see what he was doing, but it was happening so fast I couldn't tell.
The jeep took a sharp right and the wheels started turning. Within seconds he took off, plowing straight into the only tree on the street. I ran to him, the steaming jeep caved in all around the tree trunk, the grill and front left corner smashed to shards. Wyatt was laying face down in the drivers seat.

I pulled him out, yanking him from where his leg had been pinned by the twisted metal. He was unconscious, but his head was oozing a thin, bluish blood. I cringed as I used my shirt to start dabbing it off. He really was changing. But he wasn't dead yet.
I could feel his breathing as I held him in my arms. It was faint, but it was there. I felt helpless and wished that Kai was here to help or hoped Aiya would sense I needed her and magically appear, like she sometimes did. But neither happened. I was on my own and I was lost.


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Saturday, November 17, 2012

'Finding Summerland' - Excerpt 3

Finding Summerland
 **EXCERPT 3
In this scene Wes is leaving school, after a long night getting a tattoo, when he runs into his friend Katie. To read earlier excerpts, search the tag #SampleSunday.

Taken from chapter 3- Normal
I started towards my car still fumbling with my things, dropping my history book as I dug into my pockets searching for my keys. As I bent down to pick it up I was startled to see Kaitlynn standing above me. She was beaming as she let out a boisterous, "Hi Wes".

I forced an equally charismatic smile and said hello back.

"Do you think you can give me a ride home today? Wyatt forgot that I rode in with Savannah."

"Or decided to leave you!" I teased.

"Wes." She protested; turning her nose up at me.

"Oh come on Katie. You know I'm kidding."


Her eyes scrunched up in a disgusted scowl, as she began packing her things into the car. We drove half way home without saying a word to each other. Kaitlynn awkwardly fidgeted with the radio knobs, trying to find some stupid song she loved that day. I couldn't help but smile.

She was such a funny girl. Since we were kids, she always had a way of making me laugh. All the guys in school were infatuated with her, but to me she would always just be Katie. Wyatt’s twin. The sister we tormented when we were younger. I still remember her having tea parties with her dolls and getting mad when we replaced her cookies with dog biscuits. It was hard to think of her as a real girl.


Now, she was captain of the cheer team, poised and beautiful. She could be with anyone. For some reason she never paid much attention to any of them. Not on a serious level at least. She had always had a thing for Channing. Now that he was gone, she seemed to be clinging to me as a substitute.

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Saturday, November 10, 2012

'Finding Summerland'-Excerpt 2

FINDING SUMMERLAND

**EXCERPT 2

In this scene our protagonist Wesley has gone to see his missing brothers drug dealer to get a tattoo. He feels compelled to go against his better judgement. To read earlier excerpts, search the tag #SampleSunday

Taken from Chapter 2 -Suffocate

Slipping away tonight, drifting down the highway. Ending here in the land of the lost. Maybe I just needed to feel something. Anything. I snapped my focus back to the slow burning. Jax stopped for a minute to adjust.

“This is really something Wes. Sublime.” He said as he began cutting into me again. “Channing never mentioned you were an artist.”

“I’m not,” I replied dully.

I really wasn’t. I couldn’t explain how I drew it. It was like my fingers were moving out of my control. I wasn’t even awake. But I wasn’t about to tell him that. I had learned at a young age not to say things like that. People think you’re crazy. Maybe I was.

“I was surprised to see you.” He said laughing. Admitting he was sure I was here for something a bit more extreme than some ink. “No disrespect. It’s just......well nobody could blame you.”

And with that he leaned in closer, scratching slowly through the surface as he finished drawing the outline. Figuring it would be a while, I tried to rest. I hadn’t been able to slow my mind down for days. Sleep would be a luxury.

I had always had strange dreams, but since Channing’s disappearance they had become more frequent. Sleep had become exhausting, as I was barraged by images I couldn’t understand. It felt like I was being trampled by the weight of myself, and I couldn’t escape.

Sometimes they were cryptic. Like there was some message lost in translation, waiting to be rediscovered, guiding me in deeper. Other times it was down right terrifying. Things would flash before me so fast, it would look like a blur. Colors and sounds. Abstract and absolute. A kaleidoscope of sensations I couldn’t comprehend. Those dreams would always end the same way. My breathing became labored and it felt like I was drowning; even though there was no water around. I would wake up gasping. Drenched in sweat.

I wondered if it had something to do with Channing. Maybe my subconscious playing tricks on me. My imagination taking me hostage.

A few hours ago, lying in bed, I’d had one of those dreams. After fighting my mind to relax; and forget trying to figure it out, I finally just gave up. Sitting in the darkness I grabbed the sketch I had stashed in my nightstand and stared at it, trying to unravel its meaning. That’s when I thought of Channing, and before you knew it I was here.
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Saturday, November 3, 2012

'Finding Summerland' - Excerpt 1

FINDING SUMMERLAND

**EXCERPT 1

This is my very first excerpt post for #SampleSunday...I am really excited to be doing this & looking forward to meeting some exciting new peeps :) I hope you enjoy................

 

Taken from Chapter 1 - Stained


I didn’t know how long I’d been driving, as I glanced at the upcoming highway signs through the foggy mist. It felt surreal. As if I’d been gliding on autopilot, pulled to this place somehow.

Approaching the exit, I strained my eyes to see if it was the one I’d been looking for. Must be one further. I thought as I pressed on. I kept going, picking up speed as my mind flew faster and faster. It was like I was racing myself…trying to outrun my thoughts.

Top down, the wind whipped my hair back and forth into my face, sticking to my damp cheeks. My eyes stung so I closed them for a second, relishing the rush and the freedom of it all. The air was musty and rank. Smog clung like ribbons against the lonely night sky, catching occasional flickers of headlights and casting a distorted rainbow ahead of me.

There was an exit in view that looked promising so I took it.

As I rolled to the end and turned down the forked road, I heard Channing say how stupid this was. I cranked the music up loud, drowning him out, and continued down the ominous streets, humming along and carefully scouring for signs.



Few people were out, and the ones that were, looked void and lifeless. Channing was right; I was stupid to be here, reckless and irresponsible. None of that mattered now.

The soft blue glow of neon signs illuminated the roof lines like a demented carnival. Figures blended like shadow puppets on the buildings, their hollow expressions gazing blankly outward. My senses felt heightened. I was nearly there.



Adrenaline rushed through me as the light turned red. I contemplated running it. As I sat waiting I noticed movement on the corner. Two rough looking men began coming towards my car. One had long shaggy black hair that had been oiled back into a greasy pony tail. He was wearing a yellow pullover sweater that was at least one size too small, and a pair of outdated slacks from the disco era.

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