04 June 2012

Guest Blog: Shadows Deep

Happy Monday! I'm hosting , the author of Shadows Deep today. There is supposed to be a review posted alongside this, but I haven't quite finished the book yet and I feel it unfair to try and review it without completion. I'll post that this week, and my apologies to the author for running behind.

Enjoy!


My Fantasy Casting Call

One of my favorite questions I’ve been asked in an interview was who I would cast to play the characters in my novel if it was made into a movie. It’s a fascinating question, and one I thought about a lot as I was writing Shadows Deep (Shadows #2) when I was daydreaming instead of writing. I was getting to know a few of my characters a whole lot better since it was the second book, and so that added to my conundrum of which actor I thought could do them justice.

The Shadows series centers around a woman named Ellie Coulter. Ellie’s in her early thirties, and although she’s petite and pretty, she’s got this haunted quality about her because of her past. She’s always been a loner. What was interesting for me in writing about Ellie is that although I gravitate toward strong female protagonists, Ellie’s character isn’t quite there yet. In the first book, Edge of Shadows, she’s broken and vulnerable. In Shadows Deep, she’s starting to figure out who she is and that she’s much stronger than she thinks and seeing her evolve is really gratifying.

So I’d need an actress with a frailty and guardedness about her, but who also has the range to show how Ellie blossoms over the course of the movies (of course the first one would be such a wild success that all the books would be optioned, right?) For some reason Natalie Portman comes to mind, although she is just a tad young. Other contenders would be Katherine Heigl (although she’d have to dye her hair) or maybe even Kate Beckinsale.

Ellie fell in love with David Mitchell in Edge of Shadows, and throughout the course of Shadows Deep, that new love is tested in a big way. David was Ellie’s dream guy, but we find out at the end of Edge of Shadows that he’s got some big skeletons in the closet to deal with in the second book.

David’s a few years younger than Ellie, tall, and devastating handsome. He and Ellie had immediate chemistry that is sweet but smoldering at the same time. I initially thought Paul Wesley would be perfect, but now I’m leaning more toward Chris Pine.

We meet a new character, Mikel, in Shadows Deep, and oh is he a bad boy. Mikel is the guy we want to hate, but at the same time we can’t quite stay away from. He’s mysterious, confident, charming, and utterly bad. I have Wes Bentley all lined up for that role.

Ellie makes a new friend in Lucy, who is a witch tasked with helping Ellie deal with the more unsavory parts of her new destiny. Ellie isn’t sure that she can trust Lucy, but finds herself liking her anyways because Lucy is feisty, confident, and fun.  I think Zoe Saldana would portray her perfectly, although the costume makers would have to find her the perfect pixie cut wig.

Last, but not the least, rounding out our cast of core characters, is Jeffrey the butler who takes on the role of Ellie’s guide in her new life. Jeffrey is an older, distinguished gentleman who has a grandfatherly way about him. But like most of the people she encounters in Shadows Deep, Ellie has no idea if he’s an ally or an enemy. She is reliant on him nonetheless. I could see Liam Neeson being a great fit and he’s got the accent to boot.

There is something very cool about having your own imaginary casting call. Once you see your characters moving around “in the flesh” in your mind, they start coming alive in ways that you previously had not been able to imagine. And as the author, that means you can write them even better!

Blurb:

Ellie Coulter made a deal with the devil, and now it’s time to pay the price. Little did she know, the shadows that have swirled around her life since her parents’ death were not a coincidence. As Ellie's destiny is revealed, it comes with the knowledge that her fate is the lynchpin in a far larger, and more dangerous game. And the one who found her has no intention of ever letting her go.

Ellie walks a fine line between keeping up the appearance of acceptance while gathering the information she needs to escape. Along the way, she has to decide who to trust and that includes the man she loves.  As facts give way to lies, Ellie begins to question everything.

With her true intentions on the verge of being discovered, Ellie must find a way to defeat her captor before she becomes a shadow herself.

Excerpt:

 
Letting go was one of the hardest things a person could ever do. Ellie knew that. What happened when she let go of the idea that reality as she knew it was merely a cover on a rabbit hole? She had willingly taken the cover off and fallen down into the unknown darkness. She’d surrendered. Somehow it felt easier that way. But the Voice kept picking at her even though she was deep in her hidey hole. It wouldn’t leave her alone.

“What was it like for you when your parents died?”

Ellie had answered some variation of that question what seemed like a million times over the years, but her response always paled in comparison to the effect of that one event on the rest of her life. How could she explain the depth of pain she felt when the two people who she loved most were ripped out of her life? Or the excruciating, almost debilitating sense of loneliness that followed when she finally comprehended that she was completely alone in the world?

“I was eight,” Ellie replied. “I had no other family. One minute I was surrounded by love. In the blink of an eye I was an orphan. What do you think it was like?” No one could understand what she had been through, and eventually she gave up trying to explain. Her parents’ death was just something that happened to her a long time ago. Ellie preferred to leave that buried there.

“I am sure it was difficult. But you obviously learned to cope, even thrive.”

“Thrive isn’t the word I’d choose,” Ellie said. “I learned how to survive. Eventually I learned ways to be happy again, but I did that on my own. I never felt like I belonged anywhere again.”

The Voice was silent for a while and Ellie was relieved. When it wasn’t poking at her, the darkness was peaceful. Ellie was used to being alone.

“Tell me about your ability. You’ve linked that to your parents’ death.”

Ellie was tired of the questions. They had covered the same ground over and over again. But it was like the Voice was missing some nuance, and so it all started again. Combing through her life. Looking for clues. “I noticed it the first time at the funeral. I was standing there in the cemetery, looking at their caskets, with the social worker beside me. I kept looking around for more people, but it was just the three of us: me, the social worker, and the minister. And then I noticed that the longer the minister spoke, the more these colors seemed to grow out of him. It didn’t make any sense at the time. The colors were deep purple and blue and they got more vivid every time he made eye contact with me. It scared the hell out of me. I didn’t know what to do.”

A familiar cloud of sadness fell over her thoughts as she remembered that lost little girl. “When the service was over, I wanted to kick and scream and lash out. I wanted to push over those caskets because I convinced myself they were empty and it was some elaborate hoax. Any minute they would appear to take me home. But it wasn’t a hoax. My parents raised me to think that showing emotion in public wasn’t ladylike, so as desperately as I wanted to throw a tantrum, I knew they wouldn’t approve. I looked at the social worker and she had a glow of white tinged with yellow around her. Even though I didn’t know what it meant, the colors were soothing. I had to accept that I was left with nothing but this woman to take care of me. I was naive and automatically assumed that she was kind and that she’d be good to me.”

“She wasn’t?”

Ellie sighed. “After twenty-five years of reading auras, I know now that she was indifferent. She probably saw a dozen kids just like me every week. Her aura meant that she was at peace and even slightly happy, but it had nothing to do with me. I was part of her job, and while I was watching my parents be buried, she was probably thinking about getting a manicure or going home and having a glass of wine. Me, I had no home left.”

“You went into foster care.”

“Yes, and in foster care I stayed until I applied for emancipation when I was sixteen.” She remembered the day that the court approved her request. It had been bittersweet.

“Your ability must have been advantageous in that kind of hostile environment.”

“If you mean it helped keep me out of trouble, then probably it did. But I was always a good kid. I studied hard, got decent grades, and generally stayed out of everyone’s way.  I never gave my foster families any reason to really concern themselves with me. I wanted to be invisible. I was pretty good at it,” Ellie said. She had closed herself off from anyone who tried to reach her. It was a defense mechanism that worked well. Perhaps too well.

“Until you met Veronica.”

A face flashed in Ellie’s mind. A pretty blond with infectious laughter. Whereas her parents’ faces had faded over time, Roni’s was vivid and seemed so real that Ellie almost thought her friend was there with her in the darkness.

“Roni just wouldn’t take no for an answer,” Ellie said. “She saw something in me that I didn’t see in myself. And for some reason she wanted to be my friend. I owe her a lot.” It was strange talking about Veronica. Those memories were under strict lock and key for a reason.

About the Author:

Cege Smith is a Minnesota based writer who is addicted to lattes and B-rated horror films. She had been crafting spooky stories since she was twelve years old. She lives with her husband, two adorable stepsons, and mini long-hair dachshund, Juliet in the suburbs of Minneapolis.





23 May 2012

Blog Barrage: Antique Charming



BLURB

The night he came home…forever.

Third-generation funeral director Lizzie Morton is about to have her dream realized. She has purchased the long abandoned Nichols Funeral Home and its upstairs flat, determined to restore the funeral home to its once former glory. But a late night visitor, Adam Nichols, claims the funeral home still belongs to his family. Lizzie scoffs at his odd behaviour and outlandish claims, but when a vintage photograph appears, she soon realizes, to her horror, that Adam Nichols did once own the funeral home—more than one hundred years ago—and now she has allowed this entity to pass into her home.

EXCERPT

She heard it again.

The same time as last Friday night.

Three taps at her front door.

Lizzie muted the television, tossed the blanket off of her body and scurried out of bed. She slipped her robe over her shoulders and tied it securely, determined to find out who in the world would knock at her door at three in the morning. By the time she had reached the door the week previous, no one was there. The street had been dark and still.

It had to be a mistake. She had only recently closed sale on the long abandoned funeral home, determined to restore it to its once former glory. She had only been living in the upstairs flat for a few weeks.

As she hurried down the staircase, each step beneath her feet creaked in protest. There was no one visible through the peephole. She unchained the door and opened it just enough to peek around it.

No one was there, just like the previous week.

The street was dark and quiet. Not even the whisper of a wind could be detected. Only the cold dampness of the October night raised a chill on her skin.

Who was playing this weekly joke on her? Could it be the ghosts of some departed soul who had passed through the halls of Nichols Funeral Home sometime during the past century? A small smile crossed her lips as she prepared to close and lock the door. She was a third generation Funeral Director. Did she now believe in ghosts?

Before the door could close, a hand poked into the slight space and seized her wrist. A cry rose in her throat and she jerked backward, but the hand held tight and the door flung open.

The man emerged, shrouded in darkness. He was an ethereal creature, tall, and dressed in anonymous black. Only a streetlight glowed behind him.

“I’m home,” he announced.

BUY LINK

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.

Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles.  Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.

She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.

Visit Natalie-Nicole online at
Twitter: @BatesNatalie

22 May 2012

Caves of Etretat!


Happy Tuesday! Today, I'm welcomng Matthew Chatelain, author of the Caves of Etretat. Enjoy!


Welcome to my little old blog! Tell us a little about yourself.

Loved writing as a kid. Grew up. Dad said don't write, no money in it. Became used bookstore owner. Bad heart. Wife took over. Became househusband. Twiddled thumbs. Felt useless not making money. Decided to go back to being writer, childhood dream. Wanted to write a first book.  Got roped into a crazy historical mystery answering everything. One book ended up being four. Took five years of my life. Fifty-two, job's done. No limousine to publisher. No agent response. Self-editing, big lesson. Self-publishing, not too bad. Self promotion, new learning curve. Less time to write but faster at writing. Going good.

Thanks! How about your most recent (or upcoming) release?

I have written a four book epic action adventure series, 'The Sirenne Saga'. Book One 'The Caves of Etretat' and Book Two, 'The Four Books of Etretat', are now available.

In the first novel of the series, 'The Caves of Etretat', Paul Sirenne uncovers a lost family secret, leading him on a historical treasure chase, shortly after his father is found brutally murdered. Assisted by three friends via the internet and hunted by a serial killer, he ends up in touristic Etretat, France, on the trail of a hundred year old mystery, hidden in Maurice Leblanc's book 'The Hollow Needle'. Falling in love with Leblanc's great-granddaughter and running at a breakneck pace, he deals with puzzles, theories, codes and historical mysteries, exposing a secret war for control of a cave fortress in Etretat's chalk cliffs

In the second novel, (The Four Books of Etretat), Sirenne discovers the real reason for the hidden war: the secret of immortality. Becoming an immortal himself, Sirenne learns of the Abbey, a thousand year old organization dedicated to chasing the oldest immortal on earth, known as the Greyman. The Abbey has given Sirenne control of the caves and its secrets, apparently preparing him for a confrontation with the Greyman. Unfortunately, the serial killer who killed Sirenne's father, Weissmuller, has discovered this knowledge before Sirenne. Now an immortal and constantly dogging Sirenne's steps, Weissmuller seems to be playing a game of his own.

The Sirenne Saga is a four-book epic adventure following Paul Sirenne, an average man unknowingly manipulated into becoming the key in the final phase of a complex conspiracy spanning millennia. Inextricably woven into history, the series re-writes everything we know in a non-stop rollercoaster of a ride where nothing is ever as it seems.


Now for the fun. Llamas or camels?

Depends on which one spits most (or furthest, or accurately) ((Not sure which is most important. Perhaps a rating based on all three)). I tend to lean towards camels but strictly because of Monty Python's camel sketch. Remember the famous line: "Almost… uhm nearly… uhm, very close to, pretty much almost nearly one, I'd say." If you haven't seen the skit, the quote won't mean much to you, so sorry about that. Allow me to assure you that it is indeed funny, so you may permit yourself a sincere chuckle or two. It is definitely worth it.

You’ve just been cornered on the street by Steven Spielberg, who wants to make your book into an epic three part movie. Who’s going to play the leads?

Four parts. Main lead could be played by Chris Pine. Liam O'Flanahan, the irish conspiracy publisher should be played by Paul Giamatti. Jonathan Briar, the archeology  professor, could be played by Terry O'Quinn, the actor who played John Locke in 'Lost'. Problem is, my wife's with me when Spielberg corners me. She's eyeing me pretty bad, so I can't say who I'd really want for Raymonde Leblanc, the love interest. The one guy left, Fabian Coulter, Sirenne's young sidekick, needs a young actor but I'm too old to know any of them. I'm stuck in the sixties, movie-wise. Spielberg gets his henchman to pressure me, twisting my arm, but there's no way I'm going to expose myself any more. I do a backhand flip, getting out of the henchman's grasp and pull out a shiv, hidden in my belt buckle. I don't intend to use it, just to get Spielberg to back off, at least until I do some more research, or when I'm not with my wife. Spielberg gets it, giving me 'the wink', and goes down a side alley, his henchman slinking behind him. I get in my limousine and drive off, bothered by the whole incident but not sure why.

You’re the President of the world! What’s your first new rule?

Out with money. Second rule: enforced population control. Local living, local buying. Community life. Not many people like me. I don't care. I've fixed the world. I'll use the huge prisons built all over the place to house all tax, Wall street, and investment related workers. They can be 'retrained' for actual useful work.

If you could be locked into one of your stories, which one would it be? Which character would you be and why?

I've written a four book series. Most of the characters are recurrent. Paul Sirenne, the main character would be my choice. There are two very good reasons. Both of them are story spoilers, so I'm not going to tell you why directly. I can provide some acerbic clues: Clue One: In the end, it doesn't matter who I pick. Clue Two: There's really nobody else to compare him to.  Unfortunately, you may have to read to the end of the four book series to figure out if my clues are good or not. Sorry for the trick but there it is.

Here’s a box of Crayons. What are you going to draw?

First, I need to sharpen the crayons. I want a nice sharp tip. I need a light box and some translucent paper. A magnifying glass, because my eyes are gone.  I try to draw something but the stupid tip breaks. It doesn't matter anyway, because don't really care to draw with crayons. All I care about is perspective of the object, the light play, how it can be used to create illusions. Shades of black are best used for that. I toss the crayons and grab some sharp pencils kept for such an emergency. I draw an impossible triangle, Escher's masterpiece. One simple shape. Three offset shades of the same color. Assemble and, Voila! A two dimensional drawing that will twist your eye out, becoming three dimensional. It reveals the human tendency to create illusion where none exists. In that lies an explanation to mankind's biggest mystery. Read my series for more.

Where can we find you around the vast interwebs?

www.mattchatelain.com is my home. This link will send you to the audio excerpts for 'The Caves of Etretat': http://mattchatelain.com/the_sirenne_saga/sirenne_saga_audio_excerpts . This link will allow you to sign up for my contest to win signed books: http://mattchatelain.com/contestlinks . Leave me a note if you visit, love to hear from you.

And where might we find your books for sale?

My books (The Caves of Etretat, The Four Books of Etretat) are available as Ebook for $3.95 at Kindle and in hardcopy for $14.95 at Amazon.com. Links for both may be found at my website, along with some related links for free Kindle books.

Thanks for dropping by! Any other thoughts?

We all wonder where conspiracies start. Is there something real behind them? What about vampires? Are they real? What is real in the end? Can anything be proven to be real… or is it all illusion? If you are inside the illusion, what argument can you use to prove it is an illusion? Even if it is an illusion, so what?
What if all illusions, all conspiracies, came from the same place? What if you knew where that place was? What would you do? Read my series to find out.



BLURB:

In 2007, Canadian bookstore owner Paul Sirenne is suddenly thrust into a quest for answers, when his parents are found brutally murdered, their bodies cut up and shaped into the letters H.N. Finding a note inside his father's copy of 'The Hollow Needle', by Maurice Leblanc, Sirenne is determined to uncover the roots of his long-forgotten family secret.

He heads to the town of Etretat, France, on the trail of a hundred year old mystery hidden in the pages of the 'Hollow Needle'. Falling in love with Leblanc's great-granddaughter, he deals with puzzles, theories, codes and historical mysteries, leading him to believe that Leblanc held a secret war against Adolf Hitler, fighting for the control of an incredible complex of caves hidden in Etretat's chalk cliffs.

'THE CAVES OF ETRETAT' is the first in a four-book epic adventure following Paul Sirenne, an average man unknowingly manipulated into becoming the key in the final phase of a complex conspiracy spanning millennia. Inextricably woven into history, the series re-writes everything we know in a non-stop rollercoaster of a ride where nothing is ever as it seems.

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EXCERPTS (Please choose only ONE to use with your post):

Excerpt one

While I drove toward my father's place, my rear view mirror allowed me the occasional glimpse of a familiar vehicle and its driver, Norton. His companions were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was intent on protecting me but I doubted it. His comments had seemed disjointed to me, despite the circumstances. Everything he said had come across insincere, as if he were following another agenda. I resolved to ignore him for the time being. Let him do his watching.

To some, police protection might seem comforting. To me, it felt like an irritant. I preferred to mind my own business and for others to do the same, even in dire circumstances. That way I hurt no one and no one got hurt. I almost changed my opinion when I arrived at my father’s house. Even Norton's company would have been preferable to that of my own thoughts. I hurried up the entrance staircase and stopped in front of the door, taking a deep breath. I felt frozen in place, unable to open it.

Breaking the spell and forcing myself to move, I removed the police tape with a trembling hand and entered, closing the door behind me. I looked around the entrance hallway. Everything looked normal but it felt wrong, empty, too quiet. I walked into the living room and there it was: the bloody outline of the H and the N. I was horrified by the bloodstained dots after each gruesome letter, knowing what had left those imprints.

Seized by a sudden, irresistible impulse, I ran to the kitchen, filled a large bucket with hot water and picked up a heavy bristle brush.

Those stains had to go!

I returned to the living room, trying to stay calm, to think nothing about what the stains represented. I knelt down, splashed some water on the floor, and began scrubbing the dark stains. I didn’t care if I scratched the wood. At some point, I started crying in great, wracking sobs, the tears streaming down my cheeks, dripping onto the bloodstains on the floor.

By the time I was done, my tears had dried, evaporated by a burning resolve unlike any I had before. I did not know how, I did not know when, but I would catch that monstrous killer. He would pay for what he had done.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Born in Ottawa, fifty-two years ago, I have been the owner of a used bookstore I opened in Ontario, since 1990. I have been writing since I was ten. Beginning with poetry, I quickly moved on to short stories and non-fiction pieces. I stayed in that format for many years, eventually self-publishing a franchise manual (How to Open Your Own Used Bookstore), as well as a variety of booklets, such as 'How to Save Money at Home', 'Build a Greenhouse with Style' and the ten booklet series of Eddy Brock, Brockville Detective.

Having semi-retired from the bookstore, I embarked on the project of writing my first serious novel, which I expanded to a four book series after discovering an incredible mystery hidden within Maurice Leblanc's books.

My interests are eclectic. I like Quantum Physics, Cosmology, history, archaeology, science in general, mechanics, free power, recycling and re-use. I'm a good handyman and can usually fix just about anything. I'm good with computers. I love movies, both good and bad, preferring action and war movies. I can draw and paint fairly well but am so obsessed with perspective and light that I cannot think of much else. I am too detail oriented. Takes too long to finish anything.

Website:   http://www.mattchatelain.com
Facebook page:   http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100003486781507

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PRIZE INFORMATION

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