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Monday, 16 September 2013

Craig L Andrews

A Warm Welcome to Craig
Craig L. Andrews is eclectic when it comes to writing genre, connecting creative wires to whatever sparks a great story that could take the reader somewhere memorable. He tries to develop characters and stories driven by logic and plausibility. He is the author of Broken Toy, A Man's Dream, A Company's Mystery, a biography of a man whose small company patented a toy mouse, Micky, two years before Walt Disney's Mickey Mouse.  The book was a major reference used for the PBS History Detectives program. He is the author of two works in the horror genre, The Godmanchester Stone and The Bed and Breakfast. He’s a member of the National Writers Association and a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. He holds a B. S. and an M.S. degree in physics, was nominated to the Sigma Pi Sigma National Physics Honor Society, holds a patent in design, and has authored physics and automotive engineering papers. When he’s not writing he dabbles in photography and video animation.

Here's the blurb for his latest release 'The Ninth Martini'
The Ninth Martini, is a Clancy-type thriller with the best of heroes and worst of the villains. When
hard-nosed Navy intelligence officer and former SEAL, Zack Hawkshaw, reluctantly agrees to use skills from an extinct CIA program for a mission, he has no idea he’ll be plunged into a race to save the world.  Zack agrees to one more field assignment and goes head-to-head with a man from an old secret KGB program who has Middle East connections, as well as the same skills Zack developed in the CIA Gondola program. Zack must discover if ex-KGB agent now Shiite, has warheads from a Russian SS-19 missile, and if so, the number and destination. Zack confronts the ex-KGB agent on the mental battlefield trying to stop the nuclear destruction of cities around the globe. You won’t know if he succeeds until the last tick of the clock!
 ... more than just a thriller
A Hero Needs Love:
Every hero needs his love and Zack is no different. But there are good reasons for including romantic relationships in a thriller.
Zack’s love is Marilee Morison a transplant to the Washington D.C. area from Tennessee. She’s a low-key lady working in a hustle-bustle metropolitan area of high traffic and electric politics. Marilee’s job in the story is hotel manager, but her job supporting the story is to be a source for emotional conflict, stress relief from the action, a mirror for our hero’s down-home happiness-searching side, and also to serve as an asset to escalate the crisis level when she is kidnapped by our evil antagonist. Through her love and vulnerability she helps Zack, already divorced once because of his CIA work, focus on what is important in his life, her.  
Now A Taste of Craig
Marilee answered the third ring. “Hello,” she said, sounding cautious.
“It’s Zack. I needed to call you.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“I had to hear your voice. I would love to come over but I can’t.” 
“You’re still working on that . . . that big thing.”
“I’m very sorry.”
“I sorry too. I know you do important things.”
“I’d love to be there holding you in my arms, kissing you, smelling your hair, and nibbling on your ear. I love you dearly. I want to marry you when this is all—”
“I love you too. When can you get free so you can do those things you just said?”
“Two or three days I’d guess.” He paused. “How was your day?”
“Need to hear something about you, something other than what I’m dealing with.”
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Pleasure to meet you, Craig!

Thursday, 12 September 2013

Helena Fairfax

A Warm Welcome to Helena

Hi Megan, lovely to be with you again.  Last time we met, I was interviewing you.  Now it’s my turn to talk!  I’m looking forward to chatting to you - and thank you for having me!

Bio:  Helena Fairfax was born in Uganda and came to England as a child.  She’s grown used to the cold now and that’s just as well, because nowadays she lives in an old Victorian mill town in Yorkshire, right next door to windswept Brontë country.  She has an affectionate, if half-crazed, rescue dog and together they tramp the moors every dayone of them wishing she were Emily Brontë, the other vainly chasing pheasants.   When she’s not out on the moors you’ll find Helena either creating romantic heroes and heroines of her own or else with her nose firmly buried in a book, enjoying someone else’s stories.  Her patient husband and her brilliant children support her in her daydreams and are the loves of her life.


One rainy day in London, Wyoming man Kurt Bold walks into an antique shop off the

King’s Road and straight into the dreams of its owner, Penny Rosas.  Lively, spirited and imaginative, Penny takes this handsome stranger for a romantic cowboy straight from the pages of a book.   Kurt certainly looks every inch the hero…but he soon brings Penny’s dreams to earth with a thump. 

His job is in the City, in the logical world of finance—and as far as Kurt is concerned, romance is just for dreamers.  Events in his childhood have shown him just how destructive love can be.  Now he’s looking for a wife, right enough, but what he wants is a marriage based on logic and rational decisions.  Kurt treats Penny like he would his kid sister, but when he hires her to help refurbish his beautiful Victorian house near Richmond Park, it’s not long before he starts to realise it’s not just his home she’s breathing life into.  The logical heart he has guarded so carefully all these years is opening up to new emotions, in a most disturbing way…


What do you most enjoy about writing romance?  I love the fact that no matter what trials and tribulations my hero and heroine go through, and however much it seems they are destined never to be with one another, I know that ultimately I will take them to the happy ending they deserve.  Nothing beats the satisfaction of a happy ending!

What do you like best and least about writing?  I love the sense of accomplishment, and the sheer joy in knowing you have written something that others love reading.  The worst part is when you read over your work in progress and think it’s all total rubbish.  That’s really demoralising :(

Have you ever suffered from writer’s block? What would be your tips to overcome it? Not really writer’s block, more a feeling that everything I’m writing or have ever written is useless, and there is no point to it.  I once heard another writer say that writer’s block is just depression in another form, and I wonder if that’s true.  I deal with it by getting outside for a walk with my dog on the moors.  Out in the vast countryside, all my anxieties seem less important, and I can come back feeling more optimistic.

Anything special you require to keep the creative juices flowing?  Lots of cups of tea! :)

What is the best writing advice you have ever received?  Just sit down and write, without agonising about it too much.  Once you’ve written something, you can always go back and edit it to make it better – but there’s nothing you can do with a blank page.

What can we look forward to from you in the near future?  I’m working on my third novel at the moment – working title Revelations.  It’s about a young widow and her growing relationship with a family friend.  I’m hoping to get it finished and submitted for publication before the end of the year.

How do you like to spend your free time?  I start every day with a long walk with my dog on the moors.  It’s great to see the changing of the seasons, and all the wildlife.  In the evenings, I generally read.  I don’t watch much television – but I’m very much looking forward to the new Strictly Come Dancing season!

 What would you most like to accomplish this year?  I absolutely must, must, must have Revelations finished and submitted by the end of the year!

What was your favourite book as a child/teen/adult? Are you currently reading anything?  My absolute favourite book as a child was Miss Happiness and Miss Flower, by Rumer Godden. 

And I’m currently reading Longbourn, by Jo Baker.  It’s the parallel story of the lives of the servants in Pride and Prejudice, and is wonderfully told.  I can highly recommend it.

The Antique Love excerpt:

The sky was pale blue over Richmond Park, like the wash of a watercolour.  Penny stood in Kurt’s freshly painted living room, gazing out through the sweeping windows. She had pulled one of the panes ajar to let some air into the recently painted room, and now the spring breeze, sharp and cold, was drifting inward.  A thrush was singing in the branches of a tree, but although Penny’s head was turned to the sound, her mind was far way.  She was so wrapped up in thought she failed to hear Kurt enter the room.  When a floorboard creaked behind her, she turned with a start.  He was standing in the doorway, gravely watching her.   

“Hey,” he said.
They stared at each other.  Penny was only too conscious of the abrupt way she had ended their conversation the day before.  She had spent a troubled night wondering what Kurt would make of her disclosure.  Now she waited for him to speak, but his mouth was closed in a sober line.  He drew his hand from behind his back and brought forward a tissue-wrapped cluster of tulips.  The red and cream of the flowers brought instant warmth to the chill room.
“I got you these,” he said simply.
“Oh.”  Penny stepped forward, a sparkle leaping to her eyes.  “You didn’t have to…”  She broke off, her eyes meeting his uncertainly.
“I felt bad about upsetting you,” he said.  “Going on about your mom and all.  If I’d known how much it would upset you, I never would have said anything.”
“Oh, Kurt, it wasn’t your fault.”  Penny stepped forward to take the bunch of tulips from his hands and lifted them to breathe in their scent.  “If anything, it was my fault.  I should have told you before, only…”  She looked down at the tulips, at a loss how to carry on. It seemed the normally taciturn Kurt would have to be the one to fill in all the gaps.
“Only you don’t like strangers knowing.  You’ve had to grow up in your mom’s shadow, and you think people make comparisons.  You think just because you’re not your mom, people are disappointed in you.”
Penny’s cheeks began to fill with heat.  In a few sentences, Kurt had expressed everything.  She could hardly believe his astuteness or the gentle way he was speaking to her.
“Penny, your mom was beautiful, and she was famous, but what I told you before is true.”  He held a hand out in quiet emphasis.  “You’re not your mom. You’re a real person, and you’re unique.  You’ve got a true heart and a beautiful way of moving and speaking.  Hell, I could watch and listen to you all day.”
Penny raised her eyes to his.   “That’s a lovely thing to say.  The loveliest thing anyone’s ever said.”  She gazed down at the tulips.  “And thank you so much for the flowers.  They’re lovely, too.”
Kurt stepped a little closer and took hold of her chin.
“Don’t mention it,” he said seriously.  He bent his head, and for one brilliant, heart-stopping moment, Penny thought he was about to kiss her lips.  His head moved to one side, and she felt his warm lips brush her cheek.  “I’m glad you like the tulips.” He stepped back.  “They’re my sister’s favourite.” 
Her heart gave a sickening lurch, and she went still, gazing at the flowers held lightly in her hands.  Of course tulips were a sister’s sort of flower.  Not roses or anything romantic like that.  Of course not.  Roses were the sort of flower a man would give to someone like Megan Rose, not her.  She kept her head bent over the flowers for a while then lifted her chin to give him a faint smile.

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Thanks again for having me on your blog, Megan. You're a very kind hostess!
'This new author's second novel was only published yesterday. It's such a gripping read that I regret that I have finished it already. It was a great way to spend a Saturday morning and I wish I could do it every week!

I'd grown to love the hero, Kurt, and the heroine, Penny, by the end of the first chapter! It was so obvious they were perfect for one another that there were a few times in the book I just wanted to give them a good slap and tell them to just to tell one another how they really felt. In the end, they shared their feelings in a much more romantic way - the final chapter was magnificent.'