Thursday, 26 July 2012

Book Show Blog Bash!

On the 22nd September 2012 Andrews UK Limited will be hosting the inagural Book Show LIVE! 

The Shout-Out:

"Based over three floors of The Hat Factory, in Luton, Bedfordshire, UK It’s going to be a day packed with useful info for authors, prospective authors and those who want to meet the people who write the books they love. Based over 3 floors and featuring an Erotica Zone that will house Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, Serena Yates, Nephylim, Kay JayBee, Janine Ashbless and others. You know it’s going to get seriously sexy. Though not too serious, there will be time to chat, network and have a good laugh, too.

Run by Andrews UK you’ll find that the day is specially tailored to make the most of every moment. Meet authors from all genres, agents, publishers and industry experts. The Book Show Live is a one stop shop

Go along to the literary agent panel to find out how to get signed with an agent and what this can do for your career. Featuring James Wells and Brie Burkeman. Find out what makes an Erotic Author tick at the Erotic Author panel. Ask questions to leading writers of the genre including all the erotica authors mentioned above!

Baffled by social media? Want to know how to use Facebook, Twitter and G+ to your advantage or need tips to use these tools to their maximum? Then check out the workshop by Daniel Doherty. Or maybe you want to know what publishers are looking for right now. Check out the publisher panel where you can ask your questions directly to the people who want to publish your books! You might want to try your hand at self publishing, there’s a panel for that too. And want to know how to market yourself online through blog tours, social media and more? Well then you can. Just join Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse as they lead you through it step by step.

There’s also opportunity to find out about writing and illustrating Stories for Children and you’ll be able to ask questions to some of your favourite authors including celebrity biographer Nigel Goodall, Pete Cohen, The Wedding Fairy aka George Watts, Jenny Ainsile-Turner and Chris Cowlin.

And food! Not that it’s your biggest consideration but you get breakfast and lunch, a coffee break and afternoon tea all in with your ticket price."

More Information about the Show can be found at: http://www.thebookshow.co.uk
More Information about the Venue can be found at: http://www.thehatfactory.org/

Okay, yes, this will be a chance to network, to see and hear what the digital publishing industry is up to in the UK. It's also a chance to meet up with fellow authors, maybe discover a publisher who might be interested in my work, and even - perish the thought! - find out what, if anything, an agent can do for me, apart from costing me a chunk of my royalties.

I dithered about this for a while - the whole thing will cost me about £200, but in the end I decided to go for it. It could be a valuable exercise - and a fun one. Meeting fellow authors is always enjoyable.

Anyone else care to join me?

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Sunday, 15 July 2012

Aloes Reviews and Excerpts


A fluke accident puts Perry in a coma.  When he awakes, his scrambled synapses have given him a talent; he can tell truth from lies simply by their flavour.  This, plus the new client who is far too attractive for Perry's peace of mind, the client's contentious family and the dilapidated old mansion Perry has to restore for him - not to mention anonymous threats which escalate to attempted murder - all ensure that Perry's life will never be the same again!

*****

Reviews for Aloes

Jessewave Reviews 4.75/5 - In its first few chapters alone, Aloes takes us through all the details of the breakup, the separation of finances, the oppressive concern of the co-workers, the search for a new place to live, the questioning of one’s own attractiveness, the loneliness, and the uncertainty — and it’s all fascinating and complex. This is a full-bodied story that cuts no corners when casting its spell over the readers.

BitterSweet Reviews 5/6 - When you read a novel by Chris Quinton, you know you are pretty much guaranteed something a bit different and I think this is one of her strongest attributes. Aloes is no exception as it manages to successfully combine a love story with a dash of the supernatural and a hint of suspense.

Top 2 Bottom Reviews 4/5 - Aloes is a well written, smoothly paced tale of romance, mystery, danger and suspense.


Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Finders, Keepers, and How It Happened...



The idea for the crime arc of this story happened a long time ago, when a beautiful medieval reliquary pendant was discovered by a metal detectorist right on the doorstep of Middleham Castle up in Yorkshire. This was the favoured home of Richard III, and to find such a rich jewel so close to one of the country's most famous castles led to all kinds of speculation in the press and certain historical societies. Was this lost by Richard himself? By his wife, Ann?

It would be nice to imagine it was, but that wasn't what sparked my imagination.
 

Now, I'm not saying for a moment that there was anything at all shady about this find. There wasn't - luck and local knowledge plays a huge part in the metal detectoring/treasure hunting circles. Yet that, and other amazing discoveries by detectorists since then, set my writerly brain cell working.

You know, the usual author's trigger of "What if..." has a lot to answer for. When I first had the idea about an on-the-edge-of-burn-out retrieval agent having to seduce a man so he could be undercover at a crime scene, a detectorists' scam immediately jumped up and waved flags...


Finders, Keepers

Coming off a high-pressure undercover job for his company's covert Retrievals Department, and despite being on the edge of burnout, Jeff is thrown straight into another mission: set a trap for illegal metal detectorists who'll be planting a priceless reliquary in a field.

To be in the right place at the right time, Jeff seduces Alan, son of the farmer who may or may not be in on the million-dollar scam. The job should be straightforward, easy, and it is—except that Jeff’s usual guard is down, and he finds himself falling for Alan. Still trying to shake off an obsessive ex-lover Alan doesn't want commitment, just a no-strings, friends with benefits relationship. But events have a way of changing minds. 


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Thursday, 5 July 2012

Finders, Keepers - The Cover and The Excerpt

I found this beauty waiting for me in my In Box this morning when I got up - another masterpiece by Reese Dante, Artiste Extraordinaire.

Finders, Keepers is due for release from Silver Publishing on August 25th, and as soon as I have a pre-order link, I'll post it.

Blurb:

Coming off a high-pressure undercover job for his company's covert Retrievals Department, and despite being on the edge of burnout, Jeff is thrown straight into another mission: set a trap for illegal metal detectorists who'll be planting a priceless reliquary in a field.

To be in the right place at the right time, Jeff seduces Alan, son of the farmer who may or may not be in on the million-dollar scam. The job should be straightforward, easy, and it is—except that Jeff’s usual guard is down, and he finds himself falling for Alan. Still trying to shake off an obsessive ex-lover Alan doesn't want commitment, just a no-strings, friends with benefits relationship. But events have a way of changing minds.


Excerpt:

Luck was on Jeff's side. He located his target at the Boat House, the first midtown coffee house and bar he checked at the end of his first day in the office. Despite its name, the place had no connection to the riverside wharfs downtown other than the pictures on its walls. Jeff paused just inside the door to remove his dark blue tie and undo the top two buttons of his cream shirt, and have a surreptitious look around as he did so. Alan Fletcher was sitting at the bar. The series of photos in the man's dossier made him impossible to miss, even when seen from behind. So did his height and untidy mess of copper-red hair badly in need of restyling. All Jeff had to do now was engineer a successful hookup.
The Boat House, conveniently situated five minutes’ walk away from the office and his apartment, hadn't changed much in eight years. The decor was still Victorian municipal green and cream tiles, gleaming brass fittings, and sepia-tinted pictures of wharfs, locks, and canal boats on the walls. The clientele was still the upwardly mobile types out to unwind and socialize after a hard day. Singles, too, discreetly looking to connect with the opposite sex. Or the same sex, Jeff observed. By the look of it, the House was an equal opportunities kind of place these days. He threaded his way between the crowded tables and fake-leather easy chairs to the bar, and eased himself into the narrow gap between a tall girl having an intense conversation with a bemused-looking man in a green polo shirt, and his target.
Alan had his back to Jeff and was chatting to an older couple. The woman was African-American, of average height, plump, her strong features good-natured and pleasing rather than pretty, and framed by neat black cornrows. The man was solid with muscle and built foursquare like a brick outhouse, his brown hair thinning and shot with gray. The three of them were comfortable together, in the way of friends and/or work colleagues.
Jeff leaned both elbows on the mahogany surface and relaxed with a long sigh of relief. It was genuine. He felt tired, jaded, and some of it showed.
"Hard day?" the bartender asked with a sympathetic smile.
"Yeah. Just got transferred in from the Manhattan branch. New office, new regime. You know how it goes." He ordered a beer, then picked idly at the pretzels in the dish off to his left and just within his reach. He didn't move it closer.
The first swallow of beer slid down Jeff's throat like a cold blessing, and he sighed again. The woman on his right was becoming indignant, the pitch of her voice enough to engrave designs on glass, and he tuned her out with difficulty. To his left, the discussion was a lot more good-natured: an obviously long-standing friendly feud over the merits of football, soccer, and rugby. Alan had an unmistakable English accent and a pleasant, easy on the ear baritone. His laughter, when it came, was the contagious kind that brought a smile to anyone within hearing. Jeff schooled his expression to a staring-into-space vagueness and did not react.
The argumentative woman finally stormed off, followed more sedately by Alan's friends. Jeff had purposely sat close to him, and when the Englishman shifted to face the bar, he jostled Jeff's elbow. Jeff, who had timed his moment to take a handful of pretzels, let them spill over the bar.
"Damn, I'm sorry!" Alan exclaimed, turning quickly.
"It's okay." Jeff brushed a few straying crumbs from his pants. "It is kind of crowded in here." He looked up to meet Alan's hazel eyes and saw the pupils expand in the so-useful giveaway. He knew what the man saw: sable hair, deep-set blue eyes in the hawk-like Italian features he inherited from Grandma Lucreza. A young but dangerous face now he wasn't being Borya: a Mafia hitman masquerading as a male model, back in the day when male models didn't look like they'd blow away in a high wind. "Hey, you're a long way from home. British, right?"
"Yes and no." Alan's smile was engaging. "Mum was American, but I grew up in the UK. Alan Fletcher." 
"Jeff," he replied with a full wattage answering smile that was all his own and had nothing to do with his last persona. Alan blinked.
Target acquired, Jeff thought. 

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