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So what’s happening now?
Hello reader!
We’ve been a little on the quiet side recently so we apologise for that but hope you will forgive us once we tell you the silence has been due to the fact that we are working hard on two novels. Yep you heard us! Two books at the same time. Now, we’ve never attempted this before as we usually only have the focus for one project at a time but in this instance we were torn. There were two stories that needed to be told and we dithered. We pondered and we discussed and in the end we decided that we could and would work on both. So, what books are we working on? Well, you all must surely be familiar with The Rain and Jake’s story by now and we are working on the second installment of his tale. It will be scary and creepy and exciting and…well you get the picture. The second project is hush hush as it is something that we have never tried before so we are going to keep that one quiet just for now. Promise to tell you more soon though!
Okay, ‘me’ time is over now and I have to dash – kids to feed and toddlers to run after – but will be back soon with more updates and news from the Amos Cassidy realm.
Keep reading peeps!
Cassidy
Bryan W Dull Interview + Giveaway!
Hi, Bryan! Welcome to our blog! Thanks so much for stopping by!
1. When did you know that you wanted to be a writer? Was there a single moment of clarity or did the knowledge just creep up on you?
I think it was when I was about twelve or thirteen. I knew it when I was around a fire I told a story off the top of my head…that and when my mom bought me Pet Semetary. I freaked me out a little because no one I knew had any sort of interest in books or writing.
2. Tell us about your writing schedule. Do you write everyday? At the weekends? Or like me – whenever you get the chance?
My writing schedule right now is when I have the time, but I think I will have to speed it up a bit. Usually at night when everyone else is in bed.
3. What inspires you?
Movie trailer music.
4. Where did you get the idea for your latest novel – how was it born?
“Equinox” is the sequel to the bestseller “Solstice”. I didn’t want to go into a sequel and do a copy and paste of the original or do any vampire tale stereotypes (werewolves, fae, etc.) so I decided to try something else that worked out well in term of character development.
5. If you could choose any book in the world to have written which one would it be and why?
“The Thief of Always” by Clive Barker. The concept of living every holiday in one day, day after day is great and terrifying.
6. If you could be any character from a book who would it be and why?
Tyler Durden from Chuck Palahniuk’s “Fight Club”. I agree with a lot of ideas and the mentality of consumerism in America but I like certain things too much to pull off that attitude.
7. What advice would you give to other writers out there who are thinking of self publishing their work?
Promote, promote, promote. You are not going to be successful by simply putting out a book, make sure people know who you are.
8. Who is, or are, your favourite author(s)?
Neil Gaiman, Ernest Cline, Stephen King, Clive Barker, and Chuck Palahniuk.
9. Do you write for a specific genre or do you like to dabble in several?
I am starting to dabble. I thought I would do only horror and thriller but I think you may be surprised soon.
10. Okay some quick fire questions. Don’t think to hard just answer.
Super Villain or Super Hero?
Hero
Ice-cream or chocolate?
Chocolate Ice Cream
Damsel or Dominatrix?
Depends on the circumstance…is it kinky?
Underwear or commando?
Underwear
Beach or the Alps?
Alps
Edward Cullen or Lestat?
Lestat, a real vampire
Keep the One Ring or throw it in Mount Doom?
Mount Doom, then again I would never take the challenge in the first place.
Audio or Paperback?
Paperback
Horror or Romance?
Horror. Romance is grown up stuff.
Phew! Okay that was fun!
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Please Welcome Casey Keen!
I’ll Be Damned
Anna Wolfe Series Book One
by
Casey Keen
Genre: Paranormal & Urban Fantasy Romance
ISBN: 978-1483974774
ASIN: B00C0UM3HG
Number of pages: 400
Word Count: 114,426
Cover Artist: Jenna DeVries, Graphic Designer
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Book Description:
A sister kidnapped.
An impending war between Heaven and Hell looming around the corner.
A Grand Witch who has no idea what she is.
The Prince of Darkness’s obsession in claiming her.
Two sinfully gorgeous men pulling her in two different directions.
As the owner of the coffee shop Déjà Brew in Savannah, Georgia, Anna thought her life was ordinary. That is until her sister is kidnapped by a demon, prompting two handsome men to march into her life unexpectedly. Valen, the sinfully gorgeous, overprotective werewolf who is Anna’s sworn guardian and Roman, the most handsome and powerful Warlock in the entire Netherworld.
Suddenly, her world is stripped of everything she knows and replaced with frightening news about who she really is – a powerful Grand Witch. Now, it’s up to her to draw out her dormant magic, rescue her sister and stop an impending heavenly war threatening to eradicate the human race all while staying alive.
Book Trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpBiZFhiagg
Excerpt:
It happens practically every night. My pleasant dreams take on a life of their own, morphing into terrifying nightmares. They are the tsunamis of the dream ocean, spinning me in their churning tides before thrusting me awake, whereupon I find myself drenched in a pool of sweat, and gasping for air. Abandoning my worry isn’t an option since a demonic element is the driving force behind them. It sounds crazy, but even as a child, a special darkness visited me in my dreams. Is it a warning? Or a threat? Your guess is as good as mine.
They always began the exact same way – I’m being hurled into a pitch-black hole of nothingness. I open my sleepy eyes, allowing them time to adjust. Isolation surrounds me, reminding me how unprepared I am for this place. A dim, orange light cuts through the dark abyss like a blade. I squint, realizing it’s much further than it appears. I attempt to move my feet, but they stubbornly refuse. I try a second time, and manage to overcome the terror that is binding them. One step becomes two and I find myself walking at a cautious pace, listening for the faintest sound. I haven’t the slightest idea where I am, which makes me suspicious of everything. My nose wrinkles as I walk through a large pocket of air that reeks with an overpowering odor of burnt hair. I swing and wave my hands, hoping to break up the stench, but to no avail. What could be the source of such a rank smell? I’m not sure I want to know the answer. I quickly push the thought away. Curiosity can be dangerous when it comes between reality and panic.
I tread delicately, hoping no one hears me. I don’t think I’m alone, and I find some comfort in the darkness. Whatever is with me is out of my sight, and therefore, out of my mind. I never thought I would find a cliché so helpful to me until now. I wrap my thoughts around it, mustering up the courage to carry on. The orange light grows, compelling me to pick up my pace. I glance at my surroundings, unsure of what I might find. The curved, dank walls and concrete blocks beneath my feet are bare, but fortunately, no revolting creatures dangle from the ceiling or slither past my feet, although I am thinking of them! Where the hell am I? Dreams have a funny way of camouflaging life’s problems, but this is ridiculous!
A glint of light from the ashen wall catches my eye. I step closer to it, noticing how the curved cobbles gently mold my feet to their shapes. Small, rectangular stones that suggest their age goes well beyond the medieval era are arrayed in front of me. A dense tackiness catches the small granules of little dust motes that are reflected by the light here. Some kind of liquid begins to seep from one of the cracks in the stones, and I lower my head to inspect it. The crimson liquid slides sluggishly, like a snail, towards the ground. Leaning closer, I realize I’m staring at blood, and I gasp, jumping backwards. My heart thuds loudly in my chest as my adrenaline speeds through my veins like a racecar. My eyes skip around, noticing thousands of little red capillaries materializing all over the wall. An overwhelming paranoia that the tunnel will cave in torments my mind. I turn and dash towards the light, fueled by my distress. My lungs scream for air as I push myself further and faster than ever.
The orange light surrounds a large opening. Skidding to a stop, I barely avoid falling over the ledge at the cave’s entrance. I stare out at a fiery, scarlet landscape that appears infinite, and sends me a menacing warning. I lean forward when a wall of intense heat slugs me in the face, forcing me backwards a few inches. The air is dense, and it’s hard to catch my breath. Sweat beads on my brow, evaporating before I can wipe it away. I scan the ravaged scenery, watching pillars of fire erupt from the ground before disappearing into the onyx sky, rimmed in red. A chain of mountains with jagged cliffs, emerge straight up from the bloodshot dirt. Floating objects I don’t wish to know about, travel in an orbit, weaving in and out through the rough terrain. I’m in a completely different world. My terror lingers, refusing to go away. A raging river of lava slices through the valley, determined to leave its own mark in the middle of this inferno. I stroll down a steep trail that leads directly to the unusual river. I stop long before reaching its banks, and gradually inch my way closer. My eyes drift over to the whirling mass of disturbing beauty. Deep shades of red and orange mesh with each other, creating a horrid kaleidoscope of angry colors. Flashes of distorted images of my family and friends bob in and out of the blazing lava. I watch in horror as the greedy river of fire consumes them without remorse. Despite my attempts to reach in, my hand snaps back after feeling the agonizing heat. I step backwards, staring in numb bewilderment. I know I’m dreaming, but it doesn’t lessen my anxiety. My back slams into something solid and unyielding. Long, crooked fingers wrap around the tops of my tiny shoulders like spiders. Suffering and emptiness engulf me. My heart pounds like a hammer as my limbs melt into rubber. The hands squeeze me hard, sending excruciating pain throughout my entire back. The snapping of my shoulders, cracking like glass, shatters the unbearable stillness.
About the Author:
I was born in Philadelphia, PA and grew up in the suburban outskirts of this amazing city. I love anything paranormal and/or supernatural – seriously I live in Philadelphia! For those of you who don’t know, this city is an awesomely haunted place! This healthy paranormal addiction has provided me the motivation to write my first book, “I’ll Be Damned.”
I graduated from DrexelUniversity with a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology and I’m currently working on the Anna Wolfe Series.
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7020153.Casey_Keen
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/casey.keen.752
Twitter https://twitter.com/AnnaWolfeSeries
Website: http://www.caseykeen.com/index.html
Make sure you enter the giveaway to win an ecopy of I’ll Be Damned as well as 16 other books!
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Michael Graff Interview
PLEASE WELCOME MICHAEL GRAFF! 🙂
Michael is a ghost writer and was kind enough to let us throw some questions his way 🙂 So come and join us today and help yourselves to the custard slices and coffee.
THE INTERVIEW
1. Tell us a little about yourself. Where you come from, what do you do when you are not ghost writing, any hobbies?
I was born and raised in New Jersey (no, not near the cast of Jersey Shore), but out in the Corporate Farmland and Horse Meadows where old George Washington and the Continental Army did a lot of schlepping around with torn boots. However, I have lived and worked in Florida, California and New York City.
2. How long have you been ghost writing and how did you become a ghost writer?
For approximately fifteen years, with periodic interludes of manual labor. I was forced into Ghostwriting either by The Conquistadors or Vikings, I can’t remember which at this point.
3. I know you can’t give specific details but can you tell us what you ghost write – fiction or non-fiction?
You’re absolutely right… I could tell you, but then I’d have to… Fiction. Yay, fiction!
4. What advice would you give to writers that are thinking of becoming ghost write?
Firstly, if you are on mood altering drugs, increase your dosage. Secondly, work hard and develop a “thick skin”. Also, chase down other opportunities of supporting yourself. Finally, if you imbibe whiskey, continue – if you don’t consider starting.
5. Do you ever get annoyed that you can’t openly claim the work as your own?
No, I have plenty of my own projects. Look at yourself as a “hired gun”.
6. Have you written anything under your own name?
Yes.
7. What is your fuel to keep you going on a typical writing day?
Coffee. Good food. Sometimes a coke and a candy bar for the afternoon “pick me up”. Cold Starbucks. Pistachios or cashews. Spicy cheese sauce, and, or salsa and chips on the weekends. Water. Lots of water!
8. If you could live and write anywhere in the world, where would it be?
The Gulf Coast of Florida.
Okay, quick-fire round!
Email or letter?
It was letter, but, now, it’s email.
Coffee or tea?
Coffee! But, tea is a nice interlude in the winter and after Thai Food.
Pepsi or Coke?
Coke, until you need a change and then go for the Blue & Red can or even a Pepper.
Stephen King or Dean Koontz?
Neither. Mailer at the moment.
Edward Cullen or Lestat?
Okay, I have to admit that I had to Google “Edward Cullen”… I’m a grown man, don’t make me say it. Cruise was brilliant as Lestat, even against all of the raging white make-up and fake- fanged criticism.
Vampire or werewolf?
They’ve both become equally annoying.
Keep the One Ring or destroy in Mount Doom?
Bury it again for fun… And, book sales.
Harry Potter or Frodo Baggins?
Let them fight it out.
Cool! That was fun! Thanks so much for stopping by, Michael! 🙂