Interview with Rebecca Marie, author of One Month Week Day Hour Minute Second



Title: One Month Week Day Hour Minute Second

Author: Rebecca Marie

Publisher: iUniverse

Pages: 113

Genre: Self Help/Personal Growth

Format: Ebook

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Abuse knows no boundaries. It doesn’t care if you are rich or poor, old or young. It can enter your life at any time and stay as long as you let it. In One Month Week Day Hour Minute Second, author Rebecca Marie discusses that the key is to release the secrets, talk about the abuse, and take the power away from the abusers. In this memoir, she shares her personal journey surviving sexual and physical abuse, describing how abusive patterns started at a young age, how negative self-esteem continued to grow, and how it ended in her falling in love with a psychopath. One Month Week Day Hour Minute Second narrates how Marie was victimized and lived in daily fear and despair, but discusses how she chose not to remain a victim and took power over her own life. Hoping to break the cycle of domestic abuse one victim at a time, Marie tells her emotional story to call attention to the problem of domestic violence. Her story shows there is hope for others.

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Do you listen to music while writing? If so, what do you listen to?

Yes, I do like to have background music. My
favorite is good old fashion rock and roll from the 70’s or 80’s.

Do you have any suggestions for upcoming writers?

Every voice is worth hearing, words can be
powerful. No matter what your topic, fiction or non-fiction if you have a
desire to write about it then do it. You will be grateful and happy you
fulfilled your goal and dream to be a writer.

What is it you like to do when you are not reading/writing?

I love camping, especially the late nights
around the glowing campfire. Long drives outside of the city exploring new
towns and taking in the scenery. I enjoy being with my family and friends and
my two adorable cuddly dogs.

Is there an author/authors that have inspired you?

I cannot narrow it down to an author,
however I have always been inspired by biographies/memoirs and the strength it
takes to share a personal story.

As a child what did you want to be when you grew up?

I wanted to be a wife and have a large
loving family. For my careers I once wanted to be a Doctor then I changed to
wanting to be an Interior Decorator, neither of which I did pursue. Life has a
way of guiding us to where we were meant to be.

How do you/would you react to a bad review of your book?

I believe
that everyone is entitled to their opinion, and controversy can be a positive
thing because it creates more awareness around whatever it is talking
about.  I would hold my professionalism,
but have a feeling of defense because I feel this is such an important cause.


Rebecca Marie enjoys being a mentor and her goal in sharing her story is to help others see there is hope.

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Interview with Nathan Chandler, author of Warrior of the Way

Warrior of the WayTitle: Warrior of the Way

Author: Nathan Chandler

Publisher: iUniverse

Pages: 376

Genre: Fantasy

Format: Ebook

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Civil war is a curse that touches everyone, including King Tashdar of the Mulamar. When he is ordered by a powerful and mysterious stranger to send warriors toward Kanai and Kadisha to slaughter everyone, Tashdar has no choice but to obey. As the Hebari emperor’s palace is invaded, only one man escapes—a captain of the guard to whom the emperor has entrusted the safety of his remaining two children. Moments later, the emperor’s legacy is erased from the face of the earth.

More than forty years later, Pasha Nuvahli of the Sashramans tribe, greatest of the king’s warriors, is devastated when his wife is murdered and his son is kidnapped. Overcome with despair as war and a dangerous sorcerer threaten the southern tribes, Pasha soon finds himself in a crisis of faith as he ponders why Daiyu has allowed such sorrow to befall him. But after he learns of an ancient prophecy and his hidden connection to the last emperor of the south, Pasha is sent by King Juktan to seek an alliance with the five other Hebari tribes and lead them against an ancient enemy from the north. Suddenly, his life takes on a new meaning.

In this compelling story, a worried king looks to his greatest warrior to unify the south with the hope the young soldier can save his people before all is lost forever.

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What was the hardest part about writing your book?

The hardest part was learning how to structure my story, how to make it flow right and how to set the tone of the tale. I had to learn how to consider the needs of my readers while reconciling their needs with my need to create. That is something my brother Andrew helped me with.

Do you have a favorite excerpt from the book? If so, can you share it?
I like Chapter 9. It really gives the reader insight into what the politics are of the character’s world and how the tribes relate to each other and the depth of the challenge that Pasha must overcome.
CHAPTER 9
The Messenger
Pasha crashed into the unforgiving stone floor as the guards
threw him out of the throne room. His first attempt to resist was
met by a strong blow to his throat. The impact was too much
and caused Pasha to fall back and curl up while they kicked his
stomach. A blow to his head robbed him of all strength and left
him open for more abuse.
Looking up at the guards through his bloodied eyes, he
expected more. Instead, two of the men grabbed him by each
arm and began dragging him down the opposite end of the
corridor from where he had entered. Already his arms felt like
snapping twigs and his knees like soft meat being cut into many
pieces. The guard who held his right arm continued to crack at
his head with a thick piece of dried cowhide.
It seemed clear they were tired of dragging him. With that
in mind, Pasha resigned himself to an uncooperative posture.
Though he was too weak to fight, he would not allow them to
take him to his death easily. Pasha began to look around the long
corridor. At the end he could see three more men in different
robes, all armed. Pasha could not accept that they were his
execution party. Hanasa had to be more cautious than to simply
murder a messenger of the Sashraman king, he thought to
himself.
Pasha flew into the air and then felt more of his head tear
open as it was ripped by the stone beneath him. He knew he
was at the end of the corridor, but how he would meet his last
moments, he could not decide.
Instinctively he curled up into a tight ball as they flayed him
with the ends of their spears. Not one of the men held back as
they tore Pasha’s skin apart. One pegged his head with the dull
spear end, forcing Pasha to open up his body to them once more.
The last blow to his head was so intense Pasha nearly lost
consciousness. He knew as the blows kept coming that they were
about to kill him. His vision began to fail him along with his
other senses. One more blow came, and all was black. Pasha’s
body moved no more.
“Is he dead?” asked one of the guards.
“We haven’t gone far enough to kill him. These Sashramans
tend to bleed easily. Throw him out!”
Quickly they opened the door behind them and tossed Pasha
into the room’s embracing darkness.
The place bore a foul stench that, like the darkness, seemed
to cling to every part of the room. Inside, the Sashraman lay with
others like him. Beside him were piles of the troublemakers, the
shameless, and fearless whose quick tongues, failing virtue, and
offensive nature had resulted in their numerous broken bodies,
those whose names had forever been erased by the shroud of
darkness.
Still, they had been left with constant company. Each day,
their little rodent friends came to call upon them. Most came
from the damp, open walls, invisible to all with living eyes.
Happily, they arrived like friends invited to a celebration, ready
to join in the festivities, ready to feed upon the abundance of
rotting flesh.
When they moved to the newly arrived Sashraman, they
huddled in delight. Moving carefully, they drank in his warm
blood and body’s juices. However, as their teeth sank into his
sensitive parts, they awakened the nearly faded life within him,
causing them to attack more ferociously. He was a good feast, and
they would not let him go so easily. But eventually they broke off
and fled as a stranger approached and drew them off with flame
in his hand, something they had learned long ago to fear.
Pasha’s eyes opened with blood inside of them and blurred
vision. Eventually his eyes fell upon a red light in front of him.
Two servants lifted Pasha and took him to the wall near the door.
They propped him up against the wall and began to clean his
wounds with strange potions with offensive odors.
The man of Sashra looked down in quiet terror. His black
body was covered in purple bruises, welts, and long gashes. All of
the fingers on his right hand had been broken, and his entire left
side was riddled with the punctures of many small teeth that had
cut away much skin.
Pasha did his best not to move any part of his body. Despite
his efforts, his head was like a battered boat in the middle of a
tempest at sea. His eyes eventually began to focus and looked out
in disgust at the place where he had been left to die.
It was like an enormous stone box that had been filled with
bodies left to rot. The liquid and dampness that he felt upon his
hands was the blood and fluids of the men who had expired long
ago. Though he lowered his eyes, he could not block the halfeaten
corpses, spiked heads, and the remains of disemboweled
men from his mind.
“What is this barbarity?”
The servants ignored his words, continuing their work.
The words had been painful to release, for he still felt the
many blows the guards had inflicted upon his throat.
“It is what happens in a world where we must be as fierce as
lions in order to survive.”
Pasha quickly recognized the voice of King Hanasa. He
looked to his right as the man came toward him.
“I should have known to expect this from the Halor. Your
people hunger for blood. It makes sense that a place like this is
where you keep your stores.”
“I see my men broke your body but left your tongue. You
should be grateful to them for that.”
“Yes, I believe so. Most boys possess the strength to draw a
sword from its sheath, but I suppose your men were just too worn
out.”
The king came closer and pulled Pasha’s face directly toward
him. “Are you a sorcerer of some kind?”
Pasha did not answer.
“Who was the woman in black? The warrior in silver armor
whom none could see?”
“They are obviously signs of a mind that has succumbed to
the madness in Halor blood.”
Hanasa suddenly released his dagger and dug the blade’s dull
end into Pasha’s tender throat.
“I saw the warrior in armor cause all of my men to be unable
to draw their swords against you. It is obvious that he protects
you.”
“If this supposed . . .” Pasha coughed hard, sprinkling the
ground with blood. “If this supposed warrior was protecting me,
more than likely I would not look like this right now,” Pasha said
through heavy, gasping breaths.
“You just want me to kill you, is that it?” Hanasa flipped
the blade and pointed the sharp end toward Pasha’s exposed,
throbbing throat. “I see men like you all the time, warriors who
do not fear offending even a king. But let me tell you a little
secret. In the end, we are all afraid. You will tell me everything of
this sorcery and how to combat it. The woman and the warrior,
tell me who they are.”
“I think you already know, King Hanasa of the Halor. They
are a sign, a sign that you need to rethink your response to the
message I gave you. Before I left, my malik told me it was written
that no evil would touch me while I was in your house.”
“So it is Juktan who has cursed me.”
“The only curse is that of ignorance and violence, which you
have shielded yourself with ever since my arrival.”
“It is not as simple as you might believe, Sashraman. Do you
know what you would represent if I acknowledged you and your
message?”
“I am not the emperor, and I shall never wear his crown.”
“Many would not see it that way! The prophecy has plagued
the minds of our priests ever since the emperor’s death and the
death of his family. Some say that since the emperor’s family was
dead, the warrior would come from among one of us. Others say
the oracle’s prophecy is not to be trusted. But now you are here.
After what I have seen today, I cannot deny that a great power
resides around you. Your very presence is an affront to all of the
Halor who died to free us from the empire!”
“There is something else. There must be. Something about
this woman and this warrior gives you a greater reason to fear
them. If not, I would not be alive right now.”
“The woman in black has come to me every fourth night past
twilight. She would tell me to prepare for the path I must follow.
Eventually, she told me of you. I did not believe her at first, but
soon reports began to come in, and everything was falling into
place as she said. The woman told me that if I took my dagger,”
Pasha’s throat throbbed once more, and he began to sweat as
the cold blade pressed down into his throat, “and put it to your
throat like this and ended this before it has a chance to begin . . .
She said if I did this, none of my children or my wives would
survive the night.”
“You must be asking yourself, Is this man worth it?”
“You do not scare me! My family is under triple guard, and
you are under my hand!”
“You do seem in control. But as a man who has seen
equally strange things in his own lifetime, I caution you. Never
underestimate what you do not fully understand. I am ready.”
The king began to respect the selfless nature of the man
whose life lay between his hand and dagger. A heavy silence filled
the room as Hanasa considered what he was about to do.
Pasha took deep breaths, knowing it was over.
King Hanasa stood and went toward the door, stopping to
speak to one of his servants.
“Wash his body and tend to him. Give him a bed where my
physicians can see him.”
Dismissing their bows of obedience, Hanasa left Pasha once
again in the hungering darkness.
At first, his healing was slow. For many days, he had been unable
to sit up, let alone walk. Pasha slept for days and was awoken
solely by the physician who came to change his bandages and
tend to his wounds.
The man who seemed to be charged with his care was
an older Halor man called Yaradai. Like most Halor, he was
very black, and his face did not hold back his disgust towards
Sashramans or Pasha in general. Every day he came, he would
rub some sort of salve or potion along Pasha’s opened flesh.
Though Pasha assumed it was something to help close the gashes,
every night his flesh would open and bleed, making him weaker
the next day. It was as if the old man was trying to keep him
bedridden.
Pasha began to doubt that, however, when he awoke one day
with enough strength to sit up. Sliding back, he laid his back
against the wall. Stretching out his arms and pushing hard onto
the stone beneath him, he pushed himself up.
In spite of reaching his feet for the first time, his legs failed
him, and he crashed to the ground. Pasha rolled onto his back,
content to stay there as he began to sweat profusely, and his
breathing became ragged.
Nevertheless, all that his mind dwelt on was his mission and
whether or not it would be successful. Not knowing disturbed
Pasha greatly.
Again he cursed his weakness, beating the ground beside
him, scraping the skin on his hand. Pasha’s distraught mind did
not allow him to hear the sound of another entering the room.
“You must think me a fool if you think I am going to clean
that too.”
Pasha looked up to see Yaradai coming slowly toward him,
his look of disgust and irritation unchanged.
“Scum, Sashraman, you bleed like a gutted pig!”
He bent his knees deeply to wrap his arms around Pasha and
lift him to his feet.
“I don’t know what you’re doing on the ground. You can walk
now. I have more important things to do than look after you.”
Stepping back, he let Pasha balance himself, holding out an
arm for support.
“Really, I don’t see what the king wants with you anyway.
When I was young, we killed Sashramans on sight! Now I am
expected to bandage and heal them. There’s something good to
be said about the old days.”
“I never asked for your help, old man!”
“You had best be grateful for it, bushim. One more session
with Naylok and Kishei, and I would be burning your wretched
corpse instead of wasting my skills on you.”
Pasha’s head was swimming. His insides burned and felt
constricted. He could not stand to be on his feet much longer.
The old man thought differently as he pushed Pasha forward.
Immediately Pasha fell onto his knees.
“Walk, bushim! Walk!”
“I cannot.”
“I am wasting no more time on you. Now walk!”
He bent forward to pull Pasha up.
“Leave me be, old man!” said Pasha, trying to push away his
hands.
“I’ll leave you be when I decide to.”
“I said leave me be!” Pasha pushed harder, trying to direct
a quick blow to the man’s face, but that only caused him more
pain. Yaradai caught his slowly moving fist and threw it back to
the ground. He kicked Pasha, though not as hard as the ones who
had beaten Pasha before. Nevertheless, the all too familiar pain
shot through Pasha’s insides like a flaming arrow.
“Daiyu damn you, you worthless bushim! You either walk or
I will send you back to Naylok.”
“You must be a fool if you think that you scare me. Halor
bastard!”
Yaradai responded quickly with a thick strap of dried goat
hide that he struck Pasha’s head with. He continued by striking
Pasha’s hands repeatedly.
“Get up or you will never use those hands again!”
Pasha could feel the embedded pieces of metal and glass
tearing away the skin. Already his hands were covered in blood;
his right hand’s fingers were not completely healed. Yaradai
seemed to remember this; he paused in order to draw a thin
stick from his robes. Using the stick, he continued to beat Pasha’s
hands without mercy. Pasha began to cough, his throbbing body
continued to weaken, and the pain continued.
With one final effort, Pasha pressed his palms to the stone
and pushed up as hard as he could. Yaradai did not stop until he
finally came to his knees and raised himself up.
“Good, bushim. Now walk!”
Dreading even more pain, Pasha moved his right leg forward,
and his left soon followed. In spite of his dizziness and difficulty
breathing, he began to follow Yaradai who was leading him to the
open, oval shaped doorway. Drawing back the overhanging cloth,
Yaradai stepped out from the room into the long corridor.
Pasha paused. He was in a completely different part of the
palace. The stone around him was white but not finely cut as that
in the hall that led to the king’s chambers. Cut into the opposite
wall was a small circular chamber that held what appeared to be
small animals, sealed inside by thick reinforced cedar bars.
Moving closer, Pasha saw they were in fact men curled into
tight balls, their knees coming to their mouths for lack of space.
All were like filthy balls of dark flesh. Many cried out to Yaradai
for mercy, and others for food. Pasha noted one who tore at the
bars so furiously with his few teeth that his mouth was nothing
but blood. The moans and groans echoed through the open hall
like a death cry Pasha had heard many times in battle.
“Move!” Yaradai prodded him with the stick.
“What is this place!” Pasha whispered more to himself.
Yaradai ignored him, stepping sideways to avoid a mound of
excrement.
“Animals! Daiyu curse all of you!” His thick spittle sprayed
the different cells, an obvious sign of his contempt for them.
Being able to focus more, Pasha could see that the corridor
led to the outside. Yaradai was leading him to what appeared to
be an open garden where a figure stood waiting.
Coming into the light for the first time in weeks
overwhelmed Pasha; he lost all balance and fell forward. Yaradai
came down hard with his stick, causing Pasha to cry out, but he
could not stand again.
“Bushim dog!”
“That will do, Yaradai,” King Hanasa spoke softly. “Let him
rest.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“That will be all.”
Once Yaradai had left, Hanasa wrapped arms around Pasha’s
waist and brought him to several cushions that sat by a well.
“I hope you can see why this idea of an alliance is
impractical,” said the king as he wrapped Pasha in a bright new
robe. “Little has changed since the war. Especially for men like
Yaradai.”
“Where I come from, a man has too much respect to lock
another away in tiny cracks in a wall!”
“What do you mean? Oh, you have seen my enemies. Do you
not do the same to your enemies in Sashra? Does your king not
have a place like this?”
“In Sashra, we kill our enemies and let their souls rest in
peace, not beat them from men into quivering children like you
Halor.”
“You are quite right, my friend; we are quite different.
Nevertheless, you still believe that our peoples have a future
together. How can you expect our people to rise from the war
and become the people of the south? The Hebari spirit the
stories speak of is dead. You obviously must expect a miracle or
something.”
“If it is our destiny.”
“Destiny! Hah! Tell me, after what you have been through,
can you really believe that! Can you believe that more than fifty
years can be erased, and we can go on and become friends?”
“I do not pretend to know, King Hanasa, but my path has led
me here.”
“Well I do not, Sashraman. The prophecy says that the evil
one comes upon us again with a massive army to destroy the
faith of the people. There is only one person who has been called
that in our history. You know of whom I speak.”
“Janaha the witch king.”
“Who lived nearly one thousand years ago! Are you telling
me that we have to come to your aid to help defeat someone who
has been dust for centuries!”
“His body was never found after the Battle of the Mahara
Fields.”
“So what, you believe that a one-thousand-year-old man is
leading the men of the north?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you believe any of this, Sashraman?”
“I haven’t the luxury of beliefs anymore, not since . . .”
“Not since what?”
“It does not concern you!” Pasha turned his head as small
tears came to his face. For so long he had tried to not think on his
wife or son, but he was weak, too weak to fight.
“I used to believe that I was always in the right. That Daiyu
smiled down upon me and my work and upon my family. Ever
since you came though, all is different. You must think me a
heartless man, Sashraman. Like you, I have many defenses.”
“We are nothing alike.”
“Says the man who continues to say that we are all alike, we
are one people. I know now that there is a better way, better than
all of this. I pray that I can find it with you, Sashraman, for our
people.”
“Then you will acknowledge my malik’s message.”
“I will do all that I can so as not to upset the wrath of that
woman in black and her silver armored warrior. Whether the
other tribes wish to follow or not, I will send warriors to Sashra,
but rest assured of one thing, Sashraman. I do not trust you, nor
do I trust your king, but I hope that if we go to war together, a
bridge of trust can be built.”
“Perhaps it will be built between our people, but never
between you and me.”
“I understand. I will have the servants bring you some food.”
Pasha fell onto his back. Though exhausted with pain, he
gazed upon the sunlit sky, content that no more pain would come
that day to his body.
Hanasa walked around him, looking down upon his body.
“Daiyu be merciful! My men sure do their work well.”
“Granted.”
“I shall pray for your recovery. Yaradai shall tend to you no
more. You can stay here awhile if you wish.”
Pasha ignored the king, who left him alone upon the sweet
grass beneath the warmth of the sun.
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What do you hope readers will take away after reading the book?
I hope people will be encouraged to continue living their lives honorably, doing what is best no matter how hard and unfilling it may seem. I hope people will come away with a more nuanced perspective about spirituality or the lack thereof and it what it means in one’s life.
Who or what is the inspiration for the book?
The inspiration for the title of my book and certain parts of the story come from sermons my dad gave in church. In one sermon he spoke of how the ancient Christians called themselves people of the way and referred to their faith as ‘the way’. The sermon touched on the trouble they had living out their daily lives while trying to stay true to their new faith. I had always wanted to write a fantasy book with lots of mysticism and spirituality. I came upon Pasha Nuvahli who is in many ways a tortured anti-Messianic figure who must fulfill the Messianic role despite his strong desire not to. I used Pasha to examine the good and bad of religion and blind faith and how sometimes there are some wounds that faith cannot very quickly or at all. I also like stories with magic in them so I incorporated magical elements into the story as well. Fantasy stories and historical fiction have always been my favorites especially stories with sword play. I am a big fan of Conn Iggulden and his writing and the advice on writing that he gave me inspired me to tell a story of my own. The idea of creating something always appealed to me and that idea inspired me to take a chance and write a book.
Have you had a mentor? If so, can you talk about them a little?
My father is my biggest mentor in regards to faith and spiritual issues. As for writing my brother Andrew was biggest mentor. He really helped me understand what I needed to do to write a good story that people would read. He discussed the mechanics of writing a novel and he really made me consider the perspective and needs of the readers. I believe I have improved my writing alot because of Andrew’s input.
I have heard it said in order to be a good writer, you have to be a reader as well? Do you find this to be true? And if you are a reader, do you have a favorite genre and/or author?
I agree with that statement that one has to be a good reader in order to be a good writer. My writing didn’t improve until I started doing what Andrew suggested, reading. When I first started writing I thought I didn’t need to read anything. I thought my book was the only important one on the planet. The reality is I needed to read in order to understand how books arranged and what kind of writing styles are out there. By reading more I was forced to think of what I as a reader wanted from the author and whether I was getting it. I agree reading is important when it comes to writing a book. The major books I read while writing my story were Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Imaro, Harry Potter, and the Caesar and Genghis books by Conn Iggulden. My favorite genre is fantasy/science fiction. I’m not sure what category Conn Iggulden’s historical fiction falls into but he’s been my favorite author for years. I read his books alot while I was writing my own. J.K. Rowling is my other favorite author but Conn Iggulden comes first.

Nathan Chandler received an associate’s degree in technical Spanish translation from Oklahoma State University–Oklahoma City and currently attends the University of Oklahoma, where he is majoring in international business with an emphasis in Chinese language. Nathan resides in Norman, Oklahoma, where he continues to write.

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Suburban Enterprise by J.P. London Book Feature




Title: Suburban Enterprise

Author: J.P. London

Publisher: Amazon Digital Services

Pages: 138

Genre: Thriller/Suspense

Format: Paperback/Kindle

If You Like Breaking Bad or the Stieg Larsson Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Books, You Will Love J.P. London’s Suburban Enterprise.

Brian has it all as a championship high school athlete in the suburbs, until a devastating injury turns his life upside down in an instant. With his athletic career ruined, and all hopes for a college education gone with it, Brian loses all hope of ever getting out of town and out of poverty.

This town is where you either have money or you want money. Brian figures he will just continue being one of those that wants money. But, he wants it bad.

Then along comes a spider in the form of an old coach, who gives Brian a chance to turn everything around, if he’s willing to pay the price. He shows Brian how he can take the money he wants. Brian must choose on which side of the law he wants to operate. His life depends on it.

When everything starts to spiral out of control, Brian learns he can either lie down and die or come out fighting.

Does he have what it takes to survive?

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J.P. London a New Jersey born and raised fiction author. He writes fictional stories about the social issues that he sees in everyday life which include the spread of opiate addiction to the masses, the lack of opportunities to war veterans, and the crippling weight of student loan debt on recent grads. Most of his stories take place in New Jersey and include locations that can be seen today.  You can visit J.P. London at the author’s website http://jplondonauthor.wix.com/jplondon

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Shining the Book Promotion Spotlight on Eve Picquette

Eve Picquette has been looking for love, joy and fun all her life. Along the way she has had lots of experiences – some with more fun than others! A licensed attorney, she served as director of risk and quality management at hospital corporations in California and Arizona for thirty years. She is also a certified NLP life coach, matrix, EFT and Angel Therapy practitioner. Eve Picquette received her MSN in community mental health at Vanderbilt University, Nashville, Tennessee, and her Juris Doctor from the University of California, Davis.

Author of Open Your Heart for Happy Relationships: 10 Shift Keys -What Your Angels Have Been Trying to Tell You for Centuries and companion Mini Meditation MP3’s, she lives in Arizona, and her present happy work is teaching and advising clients regarding having more love and joy in personal and business relationships.

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Open Your Heart for Happy Relationships – 10 Shift Keys – What Your Angels Have Been Trying to Tell You for Centuries – is a beautifully illustrated gift book with an angel theme.

I believe that angels have inspired thoughts and ideas that work for us, down through the ages.  The book contains some of those ideas that work.  I wanted to live the Prayer of St. Francis – “…let me sow love… where there is darkness, light….” I wanted to feel happy and have happy relationships – but I was not.  As an attorney, I always feel like there is an answer, so I asked for help.  These are the 10 practical Shift Keys – ideas that actually work – that lightened and opened my heart and made a real difference in my life and relationships.

What is the first thing you did to promote your book once your publisher accepted your manuscript?

I am self-published on Amazon and I contacted Dorothy Thompson at Pump Up Your Book to help me with promotion.

What’s your opinion on blogging?  Do you see that it is helping sell your book or is it not making much difference in terms of sales?  If you blog, do you blog often?

It depends on the size of the readership and their interests.  For my own site and Facebook – I will be blogging, but I believe that it will depend on how much I spend to promote my blog posts on Facebook.

I understand using the social networks to promote your books is also an effective marketing tool.  What social networks do you use and do you find any of them effective?

I am just starting this journey.  But from what I have seen in email list building – I think Facebook can be very effective with paid promotion of posts.  The important part is knowing who might be interested in your book and being able to target an audience for the posts.

I also use Twitter and that has helped increase my email list.  I have a Free Angel Reading that I promote at AdvisorIsIn.com that also increases my email list.

Besides blogging and using the social networks to promote your books, what other ways are you promoting your book?

Working with Pump Up Your Book, as above and later will consider doing some paid advertising and possibly some paid advertising through other’s email lists.

Thank you so much for the interview!

Eve Picquette

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Interview with Jinna Van Vliet, author of Crystal Lotus

Title: Crystal Lotus
Author: Jinna Van Vliet
Publisher: Xlibris
Pages: 129
Genre: Biography/Autobiography
Format: Ebook

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The Harmonic convergence in 1987 launched the awakening of the Mass Consciousness into the realization that human consciousness is rising into a higher frequency. Coined as the Big Shift it created many guidelines to help with this transition process. Crystal Lotus is just one such guide gifted to us by the Divine Feminine Creator Energy through one of her Aspects, the Goddess Quan Yin.

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Has someone been instrumental in inspiring you to write?

Many friends have encouraged me.

Who is your favorite author? Why?

I have to many to mention here however most of them deal with the topics of magic and adventure.

What was your first sale as an author?

My friends were the first ones to buy my books as soon as it came off the press.

When in the day/night do you write? How long per day?

Mostly during the day. I do not have a specific time limit.

What is the hardest part of writing your books?

Trying to be infuse clarity in the book.

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Shining the Book Promotion Spotlight on Erna Mueller

I was born in Austria and my family immigrated to the U.S. I loved living here as a child and considered the U.S. my home. My family returned to Austria and of course I had to tag along. I missed the friendly faces and the cultivation of the free spirit which America symbolizes. In Austria I completed my education but always wanted to return, so here I am.

I traveled the world and lived in many exciting cities such as Paris, Munich and London. I currently work as an accountant for a large pizza company in Seattle by day and passionately pursue a career as a writer in my spare time.

My new book, K-9 Cop, is adapted from my multi-national award winning screenplay.  The book has won several awards including first place in the 2009 National Good Read Competition sponsored by awomenswrite.com.

Please visit my web site at http://www.k9cop-woofwoof.com for more reviews and other info.

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Welcome to Book Marketing Buzz.  Can we begin by having you tell us a little about your book?

It’s about a surly cop who lands before the gates of heaven but can’t get in, and about Justin, a 14 year-old teenager who’s trying to find himself.  The cop’s only chance to enter heaven is to go back to earth in the body of his K-9 partner and help Justin and his dysfunctional family.

What is the first thing you did to promote your book once your publisher accepted your manuscript?

I was published for the first time on 2012. I spiffed up my website, I did a book trailer and am starting a virtual book tour. My book will be available as an Audio-book soon.

After that, what happened?

Since I’m in the early stages I’m still waiting for results.

What’s your opinion on blogging?  Do you see that it is helping sell your book or is it not making much difference in terms of sales?  If you blog, do you blog often?

Presently I don’t see an advance in sales but it still may be too early.

I understand using the social networks to promote your books is also an effective marketing tool.  What social networks do you use and do you find any of them effective?

Pump up your book has a wide array of social networks. I have been on Facebook, Twitter etc.

Besides blogging and using the social networks to promote your books, what other ways are you promoting your book?

I am doing a video tour with Pump Up Your Book. I also had a book trailer and an audio book made.

If you had to pick just one book marketing tool that you’ve used to promote your book, which would you say has been the most effective?

I would say the most effective for K-9 cop has been winning 1st Place at the Good Read Competition at awomenswrite.com.

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Shining the Book Promotion Spotlight on Jeff Gunhus

Jeff Gunhus is the author of both adult thrillers and the Middle Grade/YA series, The Templar Chronicles. The first book, Jack Templar Monster Hunter, was written in an effort to get his reluctant reader eleven-year old son excited about reading. It worked and a new series was born. His book Reaching Your Reluctant Reader has helped hundreds of parents create avid readers. As a father of five, he and his wife lead an active lifestyle simply trying to keep up with their kids. In rare moments of quiet, he can be found in the back of the City Dock Cafe in Annapolis working on his next novel.

His latest book is the thriller/horror novel, Night Terror.

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Welcome to Book Marketing Buzz.  Can we begin by having you tell us a little about your book?

Night Terror is the sequel my bestselling horror book, Night Chill. It take place ten years after the Tremont family survived the attack on their family by the cult who wanted to sacrifice five year old Sarah to possess her powers. Sarah is fifteen now and, although she has kept them secret, her powers are stronger than ever. A new evil, Mama D, seeks her out and the Tremont family is tested once again as they are dragged into a supernatural that threatens to destroy them all.

What’s your opinion on blogging?  Do you see that it is helping sell your book or is it not making much difference in terms of sales?  If you blog, do you blog often?

I don’t blog but I’ve recently considered starting. I don’t think it adds considerably to sales but it is a great way to interact with fans of the books on topics outside of writing.

I understand using the social networks to promote your books is also an effective marketing tool.  What social networks do you use and do you find any of them effective?

Again, I find that writing a new novel is vastly more important than hours spent on social media. Having said that, it is a great way to interact with people who have enjoyed my books and are curious about what else I’m up to. I also like getting to know new people that way. It’s one of the joys of being an author.

Besides blogging and using the social networks to promote your books, what other ways are you promoting your book?

I attend conferences to meet other authors and network. I’ve used some of the major promotional tools online like Bookbub to offer price-drop deals to gain new readers.

If you had to pick just one book marketing tool that you’ve used to promote your book, which would you say has been the most effective?

You can’t beat Bookbub to get a lot of interest in your book in a short amount of time. Other than that, blog tours are a lot of fun, a great way to meet new people and gain reviewers.

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Shining the Book Promotion Spotlight on William R. Leibowitz

William R. Leibowitz has been practicing entertainment/media law in New York City for a number of years.  He has represented numerous renowned recording artists, songwriters, producers and many of the leading record companies, talent managers, merchandisers and other notable entertainment businesses.  At one point, he was the Chief Operating Officer/General Counsel for the Sanctuary Group of Companies, a U.K. public company that was the largest ‘indie’ music company in the world (prior to its acquisition by the Universal Music Group).

William has a Bachelor of Science degree from New York University (magna cum laude, Phi Beta Kappa) and a law degree from Columbia University.  He lives in the village of Quogue, New York with his wife, Alexandria, and dog, George.

William wrote Miracle Man because of its humanistic and spiritual messages and because he feels that in our current times – when meritless celebrity has eclipsed accomplishment and the only heroes are those based on comic books, the world needs a real hero –and that, of course, is Robert James Austin, the protagonist in Miracle Man. Miracle Man won Best Thriller in the National Pacific Book Awards.

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Q:  Welcome to Book Marketing Buzz.  Can we begin by having you tell us a little about your book?

A:  Miracle Man chronicles the saga of Robert James Austin, the greatest genius in human history, from the time of his birth and tragic childhood through his extraordinary accomplishments in curing diseases.  The book is a psychological thriller with a fast paced twisting plot that’s full of surprises and drama, as Austin battles abandonment and betrayal and the myriad powerful forces, external and internal, including Big Pharma and its political cronies that seek to destroy him.

Q:  What’s your opinion on blogging?  Do you see that it is helping sell your book or is it not making much difference in terms of sales?  If you blog, do you blog often?

A:  I think that blogging is very helpful.  What has been most important for me is being a guest blogger.

Q:  I understand using the social networks to promote your books is also an effective marketing tool.  What social networks do you use and do you find any of them effective?

A:  I use twitter, facebook and linkedin.   For me, the most effective has been twitter.

Q:  Besides blogging and using the social networks to promote your books, what other ways are you promoting your book?

A:  Getting as many reviews as possible is an effective means of promotion –particularly if some of the people reviewing the book are bloggers or make mention of the book on twitter (and have a substantial number of followers).  Additionally, I have done quite a few radio interviews.

Q: If you had to pick just one book marketing tool that you’ve used to promote your book, which would you say has been the most effective?

A:  Book reviews.

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Interview with Douglas Gardham, author of The Actor

Title: The Actor

Author: Douglas Gardham

Publisher: iUniverse

Pages: 352

Genre: Fiction

Format: Ebook

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It is 1991 when Ethan Jones finally wins the role of his dreams in an upcoming, big screen movie. With the envelope holding the script clutched in his hand, he arrives at his California apartment where he can hardly wait to tell his girlfriend the exciting news. But when he finds the door unexpectedly ajar, he has no idea that in just a few seconds, the life he has fought so hard to obtain will be shattered.

Eight years earlier, Ethan is attending university in Ottawa, Canada. One evening after seriously contemplating suicide, he finds his way into a club where he meets Mila Monahan, a beautiful acting student who saves him from himself. After he watches Mila rehearse a university play, Ethan catches the acting bug and decides to pursue his own creative passions, causing a collision with his more secure ideals. But when Mila suddenly disappears, Ethan vows he will never stop chasing the dream she inspired in him, believing in a world entirely different from the one he is living in.

The Actor is a gripping tale of a young man’s unforgettable journey of self-discovery in overcoming the trauma of a personal tragedy. It is a story of love, hardship, persistence and overwhelming joy where The Actor learns he can portray anything he can imagine.

What was the hardest part about writing your book?
Understanding what the story was really about. I wrote it as one pursuing something they loved to do but wanted it to be more. Editing the original manuscript of 800 pages down to a more manageable 400 pages.
Do you have a favorite excerpt from the book? If so, can you share it?
“Good try, but you’re not getting off that easily,” Mila added. “What about your drama class in high school? You didn’t continue ’cause someone said you were good in science, right? … The sciences always win. It’s like the arts don’t matter in the real world, and it’s the only thing that’s real.”
What do you hope readers will take away after reading the book?
That life is a journey no matter where you’re at in your current circumstances. Being well and mentally healthy is more important that almost anything else in life.
Who or what is the inspiration for the book?
The inspiration for the novel came from seeing the Titanic movie when it first came out. I became fascinated by what someone would go through—the ups and downs—of getting up from what they were doing and chasing a dream.
Have you had a mentor? If so, can you talk about them a little?
I can’t say I really have a mentor outside of my mother and father. My father demonstrated work ethic and commitment and to do what you say your going to do. My mother showed us the importance of family and self and you can do pretty much whatever you set your mind to.
I have heard it said in order to be a good writer, you have to be a reader as well? Do you find this to be true? And if you are a reader, do you have a favorite genre and/or author?
I don’t know whether reading determines whether you’re a good writer or not, but I don’t know how I could be a writer without reading. One leads to the other. (Good is subjective and determined by the reader.) First, I don’t know how I would know about writing without having read. Second, for me at least, learning to write happens in many ways through reading. Could one play and create music without listening to music? I suppose you could but I’d wonder how you’d even know what it is. I don’t think the converse is true that everyone who reads is a writer. I love reading that’s both entertaining and thought provoking. My reading is wide ranging. Thrillers, horror, fantasy. I do read non-fiction, mostly history. I’m fascinated by creativity and science and marrying the two together. Stephen King is one of my favorites who inspired me to write and I’ve read since high school. I love the classics—Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Melville. There’s so much.
Douglas Gardham is a writer who loves music, movies, and books. He lives near Toronto, Canada, with his wife and dog. This is his first published novel.
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Sharing Experiences by Steven Fujita, author of To Up to 10K

Title: Toe Up to 10K
Author: Steven Fujita
Publisher: BookBaby
Pages: 168
Genre: Self-Help
Format: Ebook

In June 2012, Steven Fujita went to the emergency room, and was diagnosed with meningitis. After four days of improvement, he was scheduled to be discharged when his condition worsened dramatically. His blood pressure, body temperature and sodium levels all became dangerously low. He started to lose consciousness. He was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit. He had suffered spinal cord damage at the T4 level. Upon regaining full consciousness, Fujita could not speak, eat, breathe independently, control bodily functions, nor move his legs.

“Once we understand what we have to go through, become resolved to see it through, and know we will survive, we feel our ordeal is not so bad,” Fujita writes. In this book, he takes the reader on a journey of recovery from a spinal cord injury. It is not only a journey of determination and hard work, but of positive attitude, of drawing inspiration, of gratitude towards those around him: his family, his friends, co-workers, and medical professionals.

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In June 2012, I came down with meningitis, and as a result, damaged my spinal cord.  I was paralyzed from the chest down, and wasn’t guaranteed to walk again.    But it was an open-ended question, and I really felt I would walk again.  However, I wanted to know how long it would take, and the stages I would go through, and how long each stage would take.  Additionally, I wanted to know when the other consequences of spinal cord injury, such as bowel and bladder issues would resolve, if at all.

It was really difficult to find information, even with today’s instant internet browsing.  So, early on, I resolved to write a book about my recovery, which resulted in Toe Up to 10K.   And I decided I would include the embarrassing subjects of bowel and bladder issues.  However, as I was writing the book, I experienced a significant recovery.  I know all individuals are different, and people with the same type of injury as I have will not walk again, no matter how hard they exercise, but I believe many people do benefit from rehabilitation exercises and do walk again as a direct result of those exercises.  So, the book’s theme changed from what it’s like to damage your spinal cord, to one of how I recovered from a spinal cord injury.

The book I wrote serves two purposes. First, it gives the reader a glimpse of what people experience when the spinal cord is injured.  I also wrote about my own timeline and stages, so people newly diagnosed with a spinal cord injury can have a timeline for comparison.  Second, I believe the book serves an inspirational purpose.  I know 100% of people who try will not walk again, but 99.99% of those who walk again try very hard.  Later, after I recovered, I found out that I was given only a fair chance of walking again.  I wanted to inspire those who are facing the same challenges I faced, and perhaps they could adopt the same strategies I used during my recovery.

I learned the power of social media and message boards to share experiences.  Even after two years, I still learn about strategies to deal with spinal cord injuries, and also share my experiences with other people in the Spinal Cord Injury community.    Sharing experiences lets you know that others have gone through what you are going through and lets you share information to others of what you have gone through.

Steven Fujita was born in Los Angeles and raised in Torrance, California. He attended college in Washington, D.C., and currently lives in Long Beach, California.

Listen to Steven Fujita’s interview on the Book Club with John Austin, which aired November 2, 2010, about his novella, Sword of the Undead, a re-telling of Bram Stoker’s vampire novel, Dracula.

http://www.internetradiopros.com/bookclub/?p=episode&name=2010-11-01_zbookcub_for_110210_1st_segment_steven_fujita.mp3

His other book, $10 a Day Towards $1,000,000, is available on Kindle. This book promotes the idea of using time and savings to build wealth.

His new book, Toe Up to 10K, was released in September 2014. This book chronicles his recovery from spinal cord injury he sustained in 2012.

Visit his website at: www.stevenfujitaauthor.com

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