Book Snob – The House on Blackstone Moor By Carole Gill

The House on Blackstone Moor By Carole GillPaperback edition available at Drive Through Horror E-book edition available at Smashwords This is a tale of vampirism, madness, obsession and devil worship as Rose Baines, only survivor of her family’s carnage, tells her story. Fragile, damaged by the tragedy, fate sends her to a desolate house on the haunted moors where demons dwell. The house and the moors have hideous secrets, yet there is love too; deep, abiding, eternal, but it comes with a price, her soul. Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book for free from Carole. It was a gift with no mention of review. Just one sick twisted mind sharing their deviance with another kindred soul The House on Blackstone Moor is a treat to read. Told in the old fashioned style of literary greats like Mary Shelly, Gill builds the characters, tension and ambiance which is often lost in modern writing. We’re told to go for the hook, start with action, get your reader in the first page or you’re toast as a writer. In The House on Blackstone Moor you will be captivated from the very first sentence but not because anything explodes, but because this dark and twisted story is well crafted and engaging. In the beginning of the book we are introduced to our protagonist, Rose, who has lived through an incredible trauma. Her father, driven insane after a brain injury, had killed her mother and siblings. A young woman living alone and grieving she is sent to one of the only places available for her to recoup, an insane asylum. I can’t...

The Pavarti Conundrum: Pros and Cons of a Pseudonym

Fellow Author Ania recently put up a great post about pseudonyms.  Of course in my comment I sound so confident and certain that I will be publishing as Pavarti Devi its hard to believe I’m the one who wrote it.  Especially considering the constant state of flux I’m in about what to do on this point. Having an online name has been a constant for me since 1998.  I first set up Pavarti with an excite email account and then later with Live Journal, blogger, RPG sites and Fan Fic.  I have friends who know me as nothing but Pavarti and initially in considering writing a novel it seemed natural to me that those people were my target audience.  It only made sense to use the name which would pull the largest pool of readers. Also, while I know pseudonyms are not really a security measure, there was something nice about a smoke and mirrors separation from my real life and my writing.  I do have kids after all. Now that publishing is looming I’m finding myself having second thoughts.  What name do I want printed on that book cover?  What name do I identify my writing with?  Well, internally it’s Pav (yes, I really am that crazy) but externally, does that make sense?  In order to try and sort my thoughts I thought I’d make a list: Pavarti is an exotic and enticing name.  However, I am neither exotic nor enticing. Pavarti is a culturally specific name from a culture I do not belong to.  Is this disrespectful?  Am I misrepresenting myself in a way that could hurt...

A Muse by Any Other Name Is Still A Bitch.

Ahh the etherial, elusive muse.  She guides the hand of the artist and leads us to the deepest well of our inner… blah blah blah blah blah. Fucking muse. She’s a backstabbing cheating tease who flits in and out of my life for what appears to be the soul purpose of torturing me. It’s happened before.  Remember when “Walking in the Air” went on hiatus?  Remember when I completely ripped apart and rewrote DEVOUR three times! And that fucker’s still not done.  Oh or the first time I started Shadow on the Wall for nanowrimo and couldn’t get past the first 20k words? Well now she’s got her sights set on Shadow again.  I write and I falter, the words won’t flow or hold together with that elasticity I pride myself on having in my writing.  Instead its just kind of flat.  I’m doing a lot of telling and not as much showing and I’m stuck!  I’m torn as to how to proceed.  I’m not willing to allow the muse-bitch to win this time.  I love Shadow.  I have something special, something precious here and it’s a story I need to tell, even if I don’t quite know how.  So my choices are: Plow through, finish the round of work I’m on now to the end and deal with the plot holes and problems in the writing in the next round. Go back and work on all of the things that are nagging me as wrong with the story so that I can free my mind to move forward with the story without that weighing on me. Work on...

“Breathless” from The Shifters of 2040

“Breathless” from The Shifters of 2040 by Ami Blackwelderhttp://amiblackwelder.blogspot.com Melissa walked the stranger to her door and opened it with a placement of her finger to the secure pad on the wall. “Lights on,” she spoke and tossed her alligator purse on a side table. The stranger followed closely behind her, his pheromones strengthening in power and in intoxication. Melissa smelled him like she smelled fine steak and she wanted to eat him up. She poured them each a glass of champagne in two tall crystal glasses and took them into the living room. Lying on the sofa, she gestured with her head for him to join her. “You have a lovely home,” he said, sitting down, and scratched his right forearm again. He hid his right hand underneath his leg. “Thank you.” Melissa laid her palms over his dark blue jeans. The plaid flannel shirt he wore over a white tee hid most of his chest hair, but a few curly strands snuck out and teased Melissa. The light stubble across his chin excited her. Stroking his cheek with the back of her hand, her gaze explored his face, his brows, his eyes, and then focused on his mouth. Leaning over her, he whispered, “You are breathtaking.” His lips found hers, wetting her lips with each kiss. His tender, thin mouth stretched over her plumper lips and took them in his own. Melissa responded by pushing his shirt off his shoulders, then pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing the garment to the floor. The shirt hid his toned arms, muscular chest, and her hands took their...

Welcome to Ami Blackwelder author of Shifters of 2040

 The Shifters of 2040 by Ami Blackwelder 3 species. Divided lovers. The race is on for planet Earth. Before April fell in love with Robert and Arken in the Hunted of 2060, her human mother Melissa played an important role in the SCM, the military responsible for the massacre of her ancestors. Dive deep into the motivations behind Melissa, Bruce, General Raul, and the Colonel Marn. Discover new characters in the SCM and with the shifters. Rediscover old faces. This is a prequel to The Hunted of 2060, but it can be read as a stand alone novel. Today is the first day of Ami’s Blog Tour and I am filling in for a friend who was not able to to take part.  I signed up for this tour and wasn’t one of the participants at first so I’m THRILLED to have Ami here.  I’m going to post an excerpt separately in a minute, so look for it.  I can’t wait to read this book. The next stop will be June 10 –  A Mother’s Touch Book Shelf. I don’t know what they’ve got planned over there but it should be fun Check out Ami’s bio behind the link! Ami Blackwelder is a forbidden romance writer in the paranormal and historical romance genre. Growing up in Florida, she went to UCf and in 1997 received her BA in English and teaching credentials. She travelled overseas to teach in Thailand, Nepal, Tibet, China and Korea. Thailand is considered her second home now. She has always loved writing and wrote poems and short stores since childhood; however, her novels began when she...

What do Ghandi, Martin Luther King Jr and Anthony Weiner have in Common?

Weiner’s a weiner but aren’t all weiners a little bit obsessed with their weiners?  I mean, even I love a good weiner now and then. (It’s ok to click, it’s funny not crude). Why are we so surprised to find out that a weiner like Weiner showed off his weiner? Men in power have been acting like weiners for centuries. Martin Luther King, Jr. cheated on his wife Ghandi beat his wife Clinton put inanimate objects in a staffer Weiner sent pictures of his weiner over the internet Thomas Jefferson slept with slaves Larry Craig trolls for gay sex in bathrooms Kennedy fucked Marilyn Monroe Alexander Hamilton slept with prostitutes Shall I go on? Play to win!  Failure is not an option!  The need to Succeed!  What is it about men in power that relegates them to adulturing perverts?  Is it an inherent flaw in human nature or is it something more insidious about power? You may wonder why I chose the examples I did.  It wasn’t just for shock value.  In fact, it was because I wanted to demonstrate that even the best of men, even the more lauded of individuals have flaws and those flaws tend to fall into the same category for a certain personality type.  The type that is drawn to power. Power is not necessarily a bad thing.  Ghandi came by it accidentally and Martin Luther King came by it with a vision to change the world for good.  But the end result, none the less is power.  And power corrupts.  It stresses and overwhelms even the most humble and well intentioned adn that...