A Heart In Sun And Shadow

Today we have Annie Bellet with her new book A Heart In Sun And Shadow. Here's what she has to say about the craft of writing.

What is your earliest memory of writing?

My earliest memory of writing fiction at least was when I was eight. We had a substitute teacher in our class that day and she asked us to write a short story on whatever we wanted to write about. I panicked because I didn't know what to write about and she noticed and came over. I told her I didn't know any stories well enough to feel comfortable writing them down. She looked at me for a moment and then said, "so make something up." That pretty much sealed my fate.

How does it feel being published?

It feels good, I guess. Nerve-wracking sometimes. The first acceptance letter I got for a piece of fiction (non-self-published) threw me. It came after so many rejections that I started to auto-file it as a rejection and then noticed they were offering me money.

As for indie publishing, it feels very freeing to have this avenue open. I know now that anything I write can find readers and that's a very fun thought.

When did you decide to be a writer?

When I was eight, I guess. I "got serious" about trying to make a living at it on Feb. 4th, 2009. I'd been writing for years and years before that (about 20) and been in an MFA program that wasn't quite what I wanted (it was more geared toward literary work and I wanted to write fantasy and science fiction). So I decided that in order to get good, to really focus and start selling my stories, I needed to take it seriously and treat writing as a job. So I quit my job and started a new one. It's been a bit of a roller-coaster, but it's fun and I wouldn't trade writing for any job in the world (unless I could figure out how to get paid to just sit around and read good books, and maybe not even then).

Do you get writer's block? How do you combat it?

I don't get the traditional form of writer's block meaning I never, ever run out of ideas. I do get stuck sometimes in a particular story and I have to step away from it and either take a walk or work on something else. I just push through it after letting whatever is bugging me sit on my brain for a little while. I've found that just getting the work done helps and I can train my mind into problem-solving such blocks on the go. Sometimes I get too many ideas and don't know which to write immediately, and that's a different sort of writer's block I guess. Mostly, any issues that crop up, I just keep going and try not to second-guess myself too much.

Where do you write? Do you write longhand, typewriter or computer?

I write on the computer in my office. It's nice to have a private space full of books where I can turn on music and focus and get to work. I take notes and jot down ideas long-hand though. I have notebooks full of ideas and research notes.

Tell us about your Latest Book.

The one that I just put up (my first indie novel!) is a fairytale fantasy set in a sort of re-imagined ancient Wales. I love Welsh fairytales and was lucky enough to be able to study the language and culture of medieval Wales while I was in college. So I decided to put that to good use and invent my own fairytale.

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?

Write. Don't stop. Read everything. Read the best-sellers in your genre and look at what they have in common. Then keep writing. Practice and persistence are what make it in this business. If your first book sucks, that's okay. You'll write more books. Don't get too attached to one story. You can always re-draft it later when your skills catch up to your imagination. If you study good stories (books that sell!) and keep writing new, better fiction, you will improve and you will learn to write stories people want to read. Follow your dreams and don't let anyone tell you they aren't possible.

I talk more about my own journey as a writer (in real time with hard numbers and all the fun of rejection!) at my blog:http://overactive.wordpress.com/

Here's the links to my novel, A Heart in Sun and Shadow :

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Sun-Shadow-Chwedl-ebook/dp/B004QS93K0/

Kindle UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B004QS93K0

Nook: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/books/product.aspx?ean=2940012236227

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/45418

And the book's description:

In an ancient Wales that never was…

The twin brothers Emyr and Idrys are cursed to live as hounds; Emyr by night, and Idrys by day. The twins believe they will be trapped this way forever until they meet the fierce and curious Áine, a changeling woman born with fey blood and gifts struggling to fit into a suspicious human world.

Áine unravels the fate of Emyr and his twin as all three of them fall in love. To free her lovers from the curse, she embarks on a journey to the realm of the fey where she confronts her own unique gifts and heritage. Ultimately, she must decide where her heart truly lies and what she’s willing to risk to get what she desires most.

I also have a science fiction short story collection available as well as a near future, hard science fiction novella. Links to those plus traditionally published stories available online for free are listed here: http://overactive.wordpress.com/read-my-fiction/

My website is: www.anniebellet.com

Thank you!

Annie Bellet

Formed Of Clay

Today we'll be talking with Thea Atkinson. Here is the interview. Enjoy.

What is your earliest memory of writing?

I remember writing an essay in grade 3 or 4 as an assignment and the teacher was planning to submit the best of them to our local radio station. My best friend won and was allowed to read her paper on the radio. I was so thrilled for her that I wanted to pull her hair out. As terrible as it sounds, she actually inspired me. I hadn’t realized until then that anyone could write and other people would ‘read’ it.

How does it feel being published?

Once upon a time, I thought the most magical thing in the world would be to be published. I remember getting the first magazine my short story was published in and I immediately started dreaming of the next. I wanted more. I felt validated as a writer. I’ve published dozens of short stories in journals and magazines since then and even more nonfiction, and the hunger has never left. I wanted more: I wanted the same for my novels. Publishing always made me feel like a real writer—but only because of the reaction of other writers when you can admit to some publication credits. In these last years of my writing career, that’s changed. I’ve learned to eschew publication as validation for my efforts. Now, it’s “Have you written today,” Meaning: Are you working on your craft. That’s what matters to me. Of course, it’s still always nice when someone reads your writing and wants to publish it.

When did you decide to be a writer?

Not sure there was a decision. I’ve just plugged at it since forever because I wanted to tell stories.

Do you get writer's block? How do you combat it?

I must admit to having it once. Right after my agent took me on. I remember lying in bed that night thinking, “Holy Hannah, what if people read me? What if they buy me and read me and ask for their money back?” I totally froze.

What I did was spend a couple of years with my camera and with a graphics program and fed the creative beast until the writing wanted back.

Where do you write? Do you write longhand, typewriter or computer?

Anywhere, but typically my kitchen with the sun streaming in like now. My black lab, Abbi, sits at my feet sometimes groaning that I’m not petting her because my fingers are busy typing. Sometimes in a notebook with a pencil. I’m not picky.

Tell us about your Latest Book.

Hmmm. Formed of Clay is a novella that opens a series I’m working on. It lays the foundation for a variety of characters and how they are connected. FOC is a tale of betrayal and a search for redemption, all set in ancient Egypt. It’s still my regular genre, though, of what I suppose is called psychological thriller.

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?

Read. Read. Read. Write. Write. Write. Always take criticism graciously even when you don’t agree with it. And always help the next writer coming through the door.

http://theaatkinson.wordpress.com

http://www.amazon.com/Formed-Clay-ancient-betrayal-ebook/dp/B004PVSOZS/

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Formed-of-Clay/Thea-Atkinson/e/2940011237768/?itm=1&USRI=formed+of+clay

Formed of Clay Excerpt:

He wanted justice black as shade, and sure as death.

They were strangely deep feelings for a ten-year-old to fathom, stranger still, that he could articulate them clearly at all, but fury settled into his organs and twisted them into a hate he'd never felt before. Some part of himself felt broken off, and Sentu wondered if he looked up at the thatched ceilings, would he be able to see that shadowed part lingering there before dissipating like smoke through the crevices.

Someone was speaking. Yes. His father. He tried to offer respectful attention but all he saw as he looked into the almond colored skin and black eyes crouched next to him was a face so unlike his that he finally understood. Fellahin. That's what he was. Poor mud digging class born to do nothing but turn the fetid land into some sort of substance, to fish the waters, to drink from the edges of the Nile, braving the beasts within as they waited for their supper.

"Sentu, did you hear me?" the man was saying. "Did you hear me say it doesn't matter to us?"

He stood there trembling, the limestone walls threatened to fall in. This man. This man was not his father. That's what he was saying.

"Sentu, it is okay. But you needed to know."

He needed to know. And why was that? For all these years that he has endured the taunting of his neighbors, fought in the dusty avenues to protect his mother's honor. Why does he need to know this now? What of that man who sired him: that coward. That he would leave these people to lie for him year after year.

Sentu felt a strange clump in his throat, one that had the feel of choked off words that his mind had to break apart, to separate into sounds. His true father: who was he, really, but a traitor to his flesh. A man not worthy to carry the label this foster father had owned all these ten years.

And when some sense of words did come, they were hateful ones, formed in curses that had Sentu begging for Set to come in furious victory, to seek out and dismember that man like he had done to his god brother Osiris; scatter his body to the four winds.

He wanted to speak. Words tangled in his voice box.

"You came to us straight from your birth," his foster father said, trying to soften the news. Such a wonderful man, was this man, so considerate. "She was young, too young to be birthing."

The woman spoke then: his supposed mother. The woman whose honor he had fought for. "I am barren," she tried to explain. "You were a gift from the aten; who were we to refuse it?"

She snicked in closer to her husband and reached out so that his palm met her elbow, drawing her closer as though to create a wall that fury could not get through. A jasper amulet swung from her long neck, a large drop of rock that she had fashioned herself with bits of scavenged gold. Sentu had helped her craft it, spent hours melting and shaping and hammering the links to wrap around the tiny pebble. "Jasper is for inner power," she'd told him. "It fosters loyalty and courage."

She wore it everyday, and Sentu often wondered why she would need a stone to remind her to be devoted. Now he knew. He wasn't of her flesh. This thin, graceful woman next to this man of sturdy build--almost too sturdy for a man of wisdom within Pharaoh Menes's court--was so doting Sentu had never questioned his heritage. But he should have known. Their skin was far lighter; he should have known he didn't belong. He was foolish. Stupid.

Both of them were the color of the brief bit of skin that surrounded the almond, a seed prized in Kamt for its rich oil. Prized. Valuable. His more base hue of Nile mud revealed his true worth. He'd been foolish enough to argue when the other boys insisted he was different, when he'd overheard their mothers gossiping about the dark boy and how he might have ended up in such a light skinned household. Surely, some educated person of the elevated hedj shentis would never debase themselves by fostering such filth. He must have come from an outside union. An unholy union. A disgrace.

Sentu had spat in their bread, those gossip mongers, as the rounds lay on benches outside to cool for the shame they spoke of this woman he'd always called mother. He saw the moisture collect in the stamped initials they put in the dough so they got the right loaf from the ovens.

The same shame thickened into a sludge that crept along his veins and hardened his heart. He felt it cure the muscle to a stone that barely trembled with its own heartbeat. He wondered if his blood would move through his veins at all. He certainly felt like a ruin.

The Outsider

Bio

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Jason G. Anderson lives in Hobart, Tasmania, Australia with his wonderful wife, Marina, and their three cats. During the day, he assists scientists researching Antarctica, analyzing satellite imagery and helping the scientists to manage the large quantities of data they acquire. At night, he prefers to write about imaginary worlds far removed from our own. You can find out more about him at http://www.jasonga.com/

What is your earliest memory of writing?

The earliest writing I can remember was in grade 3 (~8 years old). We had to write a story in class, and I had dreams of writing this great epic that would fill an entire book, full of excitement and adventure. I think it ended up being around 3/4 of a page. It had something about myself and my best friend being attacked, and turning into robots to beat up the bad guys. That's high quality writing for you right there - can't beat it! :)

How does it feel being published?

It feels pretty good, to be honest. I like the idea that my stories and ideas are now available for others to read. I hope that they enjoy what they read (and will read more in the future), but I know there will always be some who don't. I just hope I have more people like my writing than hate it ;)

When did you decide to be a writer?

Around September last year (2010) was when I seriously started thinking about it. I had toyed with the idea for years, but never done anything about it. Then the tabletop roleplay gaming group I had been running for many years broke up. I had always got my 'creative' fix by creating stories, settings and adventures for that group. Without the gaming outlet outlet, the ideas basically built up in my mind. Writing was a way to get them out of my mind. I decided the best test to see if I wanted to be a writer was to do NaNoWriMo. I signed up, and managed to complete it. I've been hooked on writing ever since.

Do you get writer's block? How do you combat it?

I find I get writers block when I'm unsure about the details of what I want to write about. Not necessarily what's going to happen in the scene next (or what the next scene will be), but the broader picture. What type of guns do the opposition have? How do people travel? What history does group A have with group B? How will a certain person react to this situation? Those details always seem to make me stop and "dither", considering all the various options (and rarely coming to a quick decision). Sometimes, if I resolve that I'm just going to keep writing no matter what (and fix things in editing) I can work my way through, but not always. Interestingly, I never got blocked while writing NaNoWriMo. I think partly that was because I had about the story for all of October, but also because the whole NaNoWriMo philosophy is write now, edit later. So my two takeaway thoughts on overcoming writers block is a) think about what you're going to write beforehand (it doesn't have to be a solid outline - just know where you want to go), and b) just write, even if you think what you're writing sucks. You can fix it later.

Where do you write? Do you write longhand, typewriter or computer?

I write on my computer at home, and during my breaks on my computer at work. I don't really like writing in longhand, because you then have to transcribe it later. I'm also planning to get an external keyboard for my iPad, to write with when I'm on vacation (I hate the software keyboard).

Tell us about your Latest Book.

My latest release is a short story called "The Outsider". It's intended to be the first story in a series set in the same world - a post-apocalyptic world where decades ago there was a global nuclear war, and only a few people still survive. "The Outsider" focuses on a small community that has managed to get back on their feet. They have a rule that no outsiders are allowed into the settlement (they don't trust them). But a man named Jacob Harkins breaks that rule when a dying man arrives at the settlement gates. This sets off a much larger sequence of events. The story is available on Amazon -http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004R1Q9AS

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?

You're not going to become a writer by reading or thinking about it. The only way you can become a writer is to sit down and write. It doesn't matter if you think what you're writing is crap, or it doesn't live up to what you were imagining. The most important thing is to get the words out of your head. Only then can you start working them into their final form.

Here is an 1,000 word excerpt of his work:

The first scene of "The Outsider"

Jacob blinked the sweat from his eyes. The harsh afternoon sun burned, even in the relative shade of the watchtower, and he longed for the end of his shift to arrive so he could get down from the tower and under better cover.

Next to him, Hank wiped his brow for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

“Man, it’s hot,” said Hank. The phrase had long-since lost any meaning. Like every other time Hank had said it, Jacob didn’t bother replying. There wasn’t anything to say. After you’ve talked about how hot it is for several months in a row, the conversation got repetitive.

Jacob suddenly saw something move out in the wilderness in front of them.

“What’s that?” Jacob pointed toward the movement. As Hank looked into the distance, Jacob grabbed the binoculars from the small table in the corner.

“Don’t see nothin’ but desert,” said Hank, looking in the wrong direction. Jacob peered through the binoculars. If it was an attack, they needed to know as soon as possible so they could sound the alarm.

“It’s a man,” said Jacob after a few moments of studying the shape. The man looked to be in bad shape from what Jacob could see. His clothes were rags, and the way he was staggering, he looked near death. For a moment, Jacob thought it was Lewis, his missing brother. Then, the illusion was gone.

As he looked closer, Jacob could make out some wounds on the man’s body. “He’s injured.” There were gashes on his arms and legs and at least one bleeding wound on his torso.

“Sucks to be him,” said Hank, losing interest.

“We’ve got to help him.”

“You know the rules. No outsiders in the settlement.”

“But, he’s injured. Besides, look at him. Look at his injuries. He must be a survivor from a raider attack. He might be able to tell us how many people they had, what sort of weapons they used, maybe even in what direction they came from or left in. If they try to attack, we can be ready for them.

“The rules say, ‘No outsiders.’” However, Hank sounded less convinced than before. “Tracy will skin us if we let him in.”

“We can’t just leave someone out there to die,” insisted Jacob. “Come on, help me bring him in. I’ll take full responsibility.”

Hank looked as if he wanted to argue more, but after looking at the staggering man again for a few moments, he mumbled some sort of agreement.

Jacob went down to the front gate. On his signal, Hank began to turn the wheel to lift the bar across it. Once it had been raised enough, Jacob pushed the gate partially open and slipped through. Looking around for signs of trouble, he approached the man. As Jacob got near, the man’s strength gave out, and he collapsed into the dust.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, friend,” said Jacob. “You’re safe now.”

“Raiders... Nearby...” rasped the stranger.

“You’ll be safe with us,” said Jacob. “Come on, just a bit further.”

Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, Jacob half-carried the man toward Raventon. The man’s blood stained Jacob’s shirt, and he mumbled something as they made their way to the settlement gate. From this side, the scrap-metal palisade looked imposing, offering the only safety in the open plains that surrounded it, and Jacob was eager to get back inside its walls.

He had hoped to get the man inside before Tracy was aware of what was happening. But by the time they reached the gate, she and several of the thugs she called her bodyguards were already there, blocking the entrance.

“Stop right there,” she said with an icy tone to her voice. It was a tone that would make a twister think twice before moving any further.

“This man is badly injured and needs help,” said Jacob. “We can’t just leave him outside.”

“You know the rules as well as everyone else. No outsiders are allowed inside the settlement.”

“He says there are raiders nearby. He can tell us more about them, so we can prepare in case they try to attack. He can be useful.”

“And how do we know we can trust him?” asked Tracy. “We don’t know who he is, or where he came from.”

“Please…” The man gasped for air. “From Mayfield.”

Several others had approached the gate, and there was a murmur from them at mention of the town’s name.

“Mayfield was wiped out by raiders six months ago,” said Tracy. “Bodies littered the streets. The entire town was looted. No one survived.”

“Some of us… taken as slaves,” rasped the man. “Escaped two days ago. Last one alive.”

More murmuring came from the crowd at the news that a large group of raiders was so close.

“Mayfield was heavily defended. How did it fall?”

“Leader sold out… Sold us for money.”

Tracy seemed to consider things for a moment. “Can you tell us how many raiders there were at your camp, and their level of equipment?”

The man nodded. Tracy looked at Jacob. “Very well, he may come in. But your family will be responsible for him. If he breaks any rules, you will all bear the punishment.”

Jacob swallowed hard but then nodded in agreement.

Tracy and her bodyguards stepped aside, allowing the two men to enter the settlement.

These Hellish Happenings

Today on the blog we have Jennifer Rainey. She is dastardly creative as well as darkly humorous. I'm very glad to have her here on the blog. So, without further ado, take it away Jennifer.

Thanks again for this opportunity!

BIO:

Jennifer Rainey was raised by wolves who later sold her to gypsies. She then joined the circus at the age of ten. There, she was the flower girl in the famed Bearded Bride of Beverly Hills show until the act was discontinued (it was discovered that the bearded lady was actually a man). From there, she wandered around the country selling novelty trucker hats with vaguely amusing sayings printed on front. Somehow, she made enough money to go to The Ohio State University for a major in English.

INTERVIEW:

What is your earliest memory of writing?

My earliest memory of writing is having to write a piece of creative fiction when I was eight years old in second grade. We had about an hour in class to do it, and I constructed this elaborate adventure about a friendly, talking lion taking me into the jungle and asking me to be his friend. I was, for some reason, incredibly proud of that story, and I remember being absolutely heartbroken when my teacher didn't leave me any comments on it. I got an A, but everyone else (who wrote boring stories about, God forbid, things that could happen in the real world!) got comments and stickers on theirs. Such are the trials of being a second grader!

How does it feel being published?

I love it! When I got the first proof for These Hellish Happenings, which is my first novel, I was absolutely beside myself with glee. Giggling like an idiot, dancing around the living room. I must've looked insane, but then, I suppose writers tend to be a little nutty, anyway, don't we?

When did you decide to be a writer?

When I decided that I wanted to be poor for the rest of my life! Haha! Really, though, I've been writing in one way or another for most of my life, from scribbling stories as a child to entering writing competitions in middle school and high school to writing fanfiction as a teenager. However, it was when I won a statewide writing competition my senior year of high school that I first gave serious consideration to writing as more than just a hobby.

　

Do you get writer's block? How do you combat it?

I've never had long-term writer's block, but I've definitely had short-term. Who hasn't? We all get constipation of the brain sometimes. I combat it by speaking through the offending scene out loud. Possible narration, dialogue, everything. I even have specific voices I use for certain characters. Sounds crazy, but it really helps in getting a first draft down.

　

Where do you write? Do you write longhand, typewriter or computer?

I use a computer because my brain moves too quickly for my hands to keep up if I'm just writing. I tend to lose ideas if I can't get them down fast enough.

Tell us about your Latest Book.

These Hellish Happenings is a dark comedy about demons and vampires and Hell that has quite a lot of social commentary in it, as well; it's got a lot of satire. The book follows Jack Bentley, the vampiric main character, as he is taken from Earth in order to work at the Registration Office of Hell after making a deal with The Devil. He's essentially St. Peter but down below. The Hell he lives in is very much like Earth. It's not your typical fire and brimstone. As he lives down there, he gets involved in Hell's society and politics, he faces some issues from his past, he gets involved romantically with a demon, and he really begins to sort of find himself after centuries of not being able to on Earth, all against the backdrop of this very Aldous Huxley-esque Hell.

The first in a trilogy, it's a very darkly humorous book, but it definitely comments on some greater issues, as well. Many of Hell's residents hold Jack's vampirism against him, for example, allowing the book to comment on discrimination, among other topics.

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?

I see this common "hot off the presses" mentality in a lot of young writers today. They want to capture the heat of the moment, we'll say, and not dirty their work with excessive editing. Unfortunately, many then completely ignore the editing process altogether or give the piece one quick surface edit and say it's ready to go. I'll tell you right now, it is not ready to go. Don't be afraid of editing! Embrace it. It's your friend. Take it out to dinner and a movie. Get cozy with the editing, and I promise you will be rewarded.

LINKS:

Amazon (Kindle):

http://www.amazon.com/These-Hellish-Happenings-ebook/dp/B004K1F8KM/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=digital-text&qid=1295619680&sr=8-2

Amazon (Paperback):

http://www.amazon.com/These-Hellish-Happenings-Jennifer-Rainey/dp/1456307142/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1289222824&sr=8-1&tag=533633855-20

B&N (Nook):

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/books/product.aspx?r=1&isbn=2940012372154&itm=1&usri=these+hellish+happenings&if=N&cm_mmc=VigLink-_-k244266-_-j12871747k244266-_-Primary

Final Justice

Today we have Melanie Comley talking about her new book Final Justice.

Take it away Melanie.

What is your earliest memory of writing?

A. Even as a small child I used to invent characters and write stories. During the school holidays my Mother (who worked full-time) always set me projects to keep me occupied throughout the day.

How does it feel being published?

A. To be honest it hasn’t really sunk in yet, I’ve been too busy editing my other books. I have six books in total I’ve written over the last ten years that I plan on uploading as ebooks in 2011. After that I might allow it to sink in. ;-)

When did you decide to be a writer?

A. Approximately ten years ago when we moved to France. Up till then I was a workaholic. My career as a Supermarket Manager kept me busy 60-70 hours a week, so I had very little time to do anything else. I’ve made up for it since.

Do you get writer's block? How do you combat it?

A. I used to all the time. Every morning I would switch on the computer and play a few games of Solitaire before settling down to write, I think it stimulates the brain cells and gives them a much needed wake-up call.

Where do you write? Do you write longhand, typewriter or computer?

A. I do my best writing in my bedroom on my laptop. I only ever use my computer now. I’m a ‘greenie’ anyway, so don’t like to see paper wasted. It’s easy to delete work on the computer so I can’t see the need to waste either paper or ink!

Tell us about your Latest Book.

Final Justice is the sequel to Impeding Justice, but it’s also a standalone thriller. It picks up where the prequel left off. After suffering a breakdown and quitting the force, former Detective Inspector Lorne Simpkins is contacted by a friend at MI6 to help in a covert operation. Against her will, Lorne is convinced to help track down an old enemy, a sadistic and calculating criminal whose ambition is to become the world's richest man.

It’s up to Lorne and the agent to prevent him, which results in a chase through France.

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?

A. The best advice I can offer is have faith in your work, make sure it’s the best you can offer. I would also recommend joining a Writers site, such as Authonomy or youwriteon to hone your skills. You need to learn the basics before you release anything on Kindle etc.

And most of all don’t give up.

Thank you so much for having me as a guest on your blog.

My books can be bought at Amazon UK and USA using the following links. For 99cents or 49p/70p.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Impeding-Justice-Simpkins-thriller-ebook/dp/B0045UA6F0

http://www.amazon.com/Impeding-Justice-Simpkins-thriller-ebook/dp/B0045UA6F0

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Final-Justice-Simpkins-thriller-ebook/dp/B004OEKFYO

http://www.amazon.com/Final-Justice-Simpkins-thriller-ebook/dp/B004OEKFYO

And for other ereaders at smashwords.

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/28137

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/43071

My Bio:

Bedfordshire born Author Releases Crime Thriller Luton born author, Melanie Comley, has published her crime thriller, Impeding Justice, in ebook format.

Impeding Justice features feisty new BritCop, DI Lorne Simpkins in a gritty crime novel set in London. After The Unicorn kills her partner, Lorne knows if she doesn't bring the underworld criminal to justice soon, she will be his next target. It's a race against time, she has a 24 hour deadline to meet before her kidnapped daughter is used as a human bomb by the Unicorn. Can Lorne track the criminal down before it's too late...Mel Comley left her job as a store manager in Worcester and moved to France nine years ago despite never having set foot in the country before. She renovated a French property, decorating 22 rooms in six months.

Renovation completed, she began to follow her dream of becoming a writer. After completing a creative writing course she penned a romance which was a near-miss with Mills & Boon. Then she decided to turn her hand to crime writing and DI Lorne Simpkins was born.

Impeding Justice is the first in a series of novels featuring Lorne Simpkins. The book has gained a Gold Star on the writer's site, Authonomy, with a Harper Collins editor saying, "It keeps the reader focussed on the dramatic interest of the story."

One of Mel's biggest influences in James Patterson and she hopes she has achieved her aim of making Lorne as memorable as his ‘Alex Cross’.

In her spare time, Mel loves pottering in her garden which has, for the past few years, won a local award. She also enjoys painting and walking her dogs.

My Blog. http://melcomley.blogspot.com/p/recent-press-release-about-author-and.html

Thanks for the opportunity, I think I have everything.

Mel

Buy Impeding Justice by Mel Comley:

Amazon.co.uk

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