A princess of a guest–paranormal author Clarissa Johal

Snow White and the Werewolf

by Clarissa Johal

Since it’s close to Halloween, I’ve decided to chat about what scares me. My girls find it frustrating that very little scares me. They are forever trying to jump from darkened corners, hide things in my bed, or dream up other diabolical ways to make mom scream.

Silly girls.

To be honest, there are only two things I’m afraid of–werewolves and butterflies. My fear of butterflies will always remain a mystery, but I can trace my fear of werewolves back to one Halloween when I was six-years-old.

I had decided, as kids do, to pick the most impossible costume for my mom to sew. I wanted to be Snow White—complete with the huge skirt, laced bodice, and puffy sleeves. To my mom’s credit, she did a brilliant job sewing it together. So brilliant, in fact, that she refused to let me wear the dress until Halloween night. She was afraid I would ruin it.

Halloween night finally arrived, and off I went in full costume, my mom and dad in tow. I was never afraid of the dark, so when we came to one house that happened to have all the lights off, it didn’t occur to me that it was a set-up.

With pillow case in hand, I gathered my Snow White skirts and ran up the walkway, completely focused on my task at hand. The last thing on my mind, were the bushes on either side of the door. Bushes large enough to hide a teenager, dressed up as a werewolf, and completely focused on Halloween festivities of his own.

Out he jumped, and off I ran, screaming at the top of my lungs. I guess I must have snagged my skirt on a bush, because I remember hearing it rip and my mom screaming something of her own.

But, I was sure it was the werewolf—making a grab with the intent of dragging me back to his lair. So sure, in fact, that I continued to run.

My mom was mortified.

The teenager was mortified.

I was oblivious and kept running until my dad finally caught up with me.

From that point, all I remember was being dragged back to the house where the werewolf lived. I don’t remember the teenager removing his mask, I don’t remember him apologizing profusely, I don’t remember the fact that he dumped his whole stash of candy into my pillow case (so my parents tell me). I pretty much just blanked out.

And so a fear is born. I can’t watch werewolf movies before bed, else I have nightmares. I write scary stuff about ghosts, demons, and things that go bump in the night, but I won’t touch the subject of werewolves with a ten-foot sword. My girls think it’s great fun to don one of those rubber werewolf masks in the Halloween stores and chase me around with it. We laugh, but inside, that little six-year-old girl is screaming.

And candy is the farthest thing from her mind.

Thank you for having me as a guest, Night Mistress!

Mistress: Oh my! That’s just terrible, Clarissa. Most of the werewolves I know are rather cuddly, once you give them the right puppy chow. At least it provided fodder for some intriguing stories, yes? Why don’t you tell us a little about your novel, BETWEEN?

BETWEEN

by Clarissa Johal

How far would you go to redeem yourself?

As a young girl, Lucinda was able to see spirits, a gift that didn’t come without its problems. Now, a dedicated young veterinarian, she is committed to the idea that every life can be saved.

After a devastating accident, Lucinda tries to escape her past by moving to a small town. There, she meets a newcomer and feels an immediate connection with him. But there is another mysterious stranger to the small town, one that stirs within her a mixture of unease and desire.

As Lucinda is drawn into a bitter tug-a-war from the forces around her, she is likewise pulled into a dangerous twist of past and present events. Forced to make difficult choices, she finds that the two men are locked in not only a battle for her life…but a battle for their salvation.

To read an excerpt of BETWEEN go here: http://clarissajohal.blogspot.com/2013/10/between-excerpt.html

BETWEEN buy links:

Amazon.com https://amzn.com/B00U4F066Y

Barnes and Noble

Sounds wonderful, Clarissa! A spooky tale for a Halloween night for sure. Thank you for joining us.

Clarissa: And thank you for the tea. *sniffs tea suspiciously* I’m actually a coffee drinker. Forgive me if I set it aside for now…

Mistress: No, there’s nothing wrong with the tea, dear. I’ll see about getting you some coffee, though… 😉

Author Clarissa Johl

Author Clarissa Johl

Bio:

 

Clarissa Johal has worked as a veterinary assistant, zoo-keeper aide and vegetarian chef. Writing has always been her passion. When she’s not listening to the ghosts in her head, she’s dancing or taking photographs of gargoyles. She shares her life with her husband, two daughters and every stray animal that darkens the doorstep. One day, she expects that a wayward troll will wander into her yard, but that hasn’t happened yet.

 

Look for my next paranormal novel STRUCK

Coming January 17, 2014 from Musa Publishing

Author website http://clarissajohal.com/

Author Blog http://clarissajohal.blogspot.com/

Twitter https://twitter.com/ClarissaJohal

Facebook  https://www.facebook.com/clarissa.johal.9

Magick and Mayhem–imps

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Welcome to the Magick and Mayhem Fantasy blog hop. So the question was, what’s your favorite fantasy creature.
Well, you know, I’m torn. I like elves and faeries, but I adore wizards and gods–and imps, and witches of course. So… I guess I have to say all of them!

They’re running a giveaway involved here so check out the link below. To this I’ll be giving away one of my bookmarks (US Only). The overall prize package includes a copy of Caitlin’s Book of Shadows (EBook only), featuring, you guessed it that damnable Imp Hofter. 😉

Feeding impsImps are small, bat-ish like, ugly creatures of wild, uncontrolled temperament. Common  in Germanic, Russian, Turkish, and Korean literature, they are pranksters by nature, they simply live to cause trouble for man. And they tend to feed off the a man’s essence and leave the poor victim a drooling shell of his former self. (Or maybe that’s just my imp). And yet, according to good ole google, some people thought witches cavorted with imps! Ewww….

My character Hofter is one such. Though he looks like a man, he’s all about Mayhem. 🙂

Want to know more about Caitlin and company? Okay:

Caitlin's book of shadows

Available FREE at Amazon & more…

Something terrifying stalks Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of–or so legend says. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin’s long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare even as she continued the fight to defend her family from evil? Will it explain why she thought her world twisted? If she really became a witch?

Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and the hopes she carried like a warrior’s shield.

**This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic series, a companion to The Artist’s Inheritance (Antique Magic, Book One).

Excerpt:

Caitlin worked the afternoon away in Kameko’s Print Shop, packaging a new order when the door opened. Hofter stepped into the shop. Caitlin froze. Hadn’t Arianrhod insisted she’d “taken care of him”? How, exactly, when there he was, flitting here and there amongst the customers, smiling, brandishing his claw-tipped fingers.
Caitlin narrowed her eyes watching him, unsure of what her eyes told her. He can’t be here.
She tried to will the unwelcome vision away but Hofter refused her silent order to leave. He approached one gentleman waiting in line. Hofter’s claws flashed. The man yelped and cursed.
Had he cut the gentleman? At least that’s what she thought she saw. She dropped the bundle of fliers she’d been carrying and screamed.
In the next second, Hofter disappeared but she couldn’t stop screaming.
Calvin sprinted out the office door. “What’s going on here?”
Hofter was gone and yet, she kept on screaming.
Calvin took her by the arms and shook her. “What is it, Caitlin?”
She pointed to the crowd. Hofter had disappeared and she knew though Calvin’s gaze followed the direction of her finger, he saw nothing.
“Maybe you need to take a break. Go on. Mark can handle things for now.” He turned and shouted over his shoulder, “Mark?”
The student assistant slinked into Caitlin’s spot at the counter as she tried to keep from running out the door.
Hands shaking, she pulled her purse from her locker seeking her cell phone to call Beryl.
“Sweetie,” Beryl said, “are you sure it was Hofter?”
“I saw him, plain as day.” Her mouth was so dry and heart pounding so hard she could barely get the words out. “There’s no doubt in my mind he’s not as imprisoned as she promised.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Yet, it seemed to take forever for Beryl to arrive. When she did, Caitlin stood back trying to do her work as she watched Beryl scrutinize the afternoon crowd of customers. She couldn’t stop shaking.
Beryl finally sauntered up to the counter and shook her head. “I don’t see him, Cait. I don’t even feel any remnants of him.” She reached out and ran her hand down Caitlin’s arm. The touch calmed her—a little. Not as much as she would’ve liked it to. “Sweetie, why don’t you go home and get some rest?”
Caitlin nodded to a watching, curious Calvin. “I would if I could, but I’m stuck here until closing.”
Beryl waved him over and proceeded to flirt with him. Caitlin didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to talk him into letting her leave. Driving her to Dr. Austin’s office herself, Beryl waited until Caitlin reformed from the puddle of sobbing goo she turned into. How she didn’t tell Dr. Austin the true nature of the monster she dealt with, how she managed to stay out of the nuthouse, was beyond Caitlin’s power to discern.
Even when she closed the door and the drapes that night, she could’ve sworn she saw Hofter hanging in the air outside her windows, grinning his evil, impish smile.

Caitlin’s Book of Shadows is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords.

Now about that giveaway. One winner will receive a Smashwords coupon for a download of your choice of ebook format of Caitlin’s Book of Shadows. What to do? Leave me a comment below (with your email address so I can contact you if you win) and tell me what’s your favorite type of Fantasy creature.

2) Add Caitlin’s Book of Shadows and its predecessor The Artist’s Inheritance to your Good Reads To be Read list.

3) IF you’re chosen as the winner of the book, you must review it.

For the rest of the hop participants see the Indie blog hop and the full list here: http://indiebloghops.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/magik-mayhem-blog-hop-15-19-july.html

For more on imps see: http://monsterpedia.wikia.com/wiki/Imps

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imp
http://www.santharia.com/bestiary/imp.htm

Fantasy Book Sale

The Magic Appreciation Tour, a lovely little group of Fantasy authors with which I’m involved is having a sale–and some free goodies are involved. All books are magical fantasy to some degree, all books are under $5. Do check it out , won’t you?

IWU Holiday Hop day Three

Just wanted to remind y’all I am giving away a copy of my book to one lucky winner (ebook only). The giveaway ends December 14th so do leave me a comment, and subscribe to my blog or newsletter, so you can get your name in the pot. 🙂

The Artist’s Inheritance
The Artist's InheritanceTrouble only a witch can solve…

The balance between good and evil can be an art… or a curse.

Trevor and Caitlin were once happy newlyweds, profiting from Trevor’s art. Until Trevor inherits his brother’s house, and with it, his part of a family curse. Now, Caitlin will stop at nothing to save her beloved husband from insanity and suicide, even if it means she must embrace her destiny and become a witch.

The novel takes place in Gulf Breeze, Florida just outside Fort Pickens, and involves a wood carver–Trevor–and his wife, Caitlin, who’s worried her hubby is slowly going insane–just like his twin brother did before he committed suicide. So, when anything comes up concerning this chair Trevor’s working on, Caitlin’s ears perk up. Read on and you’ll see…

“How much will you take for these fine drawings?”
The male voice drew her attention away from Trevor’s work. A short man with black hair and a lazy eye, dressed in a pinstripe suit and straw hat, crossed the [Wilkins and Brandt] gallery to pause at Trevor’s side. “They’re your work, are they not? Are they available?”

“Yes, they’re mine,” Trevor said. “They’re not for sale. Sorry.”

Caitlin eyed the older man. Who’s this fella?

“Don’t be absurd, Trevor.” [His employer/mentor] Abby Wilkins, jumped in before Caitlin could ask.

Caitlin took in his fine coat, the diamond gleaming from his ring finger. More than likely, the man could pay a fortune for the pictures. Perhaps even the chair they had stashed in the attic. Maybe they’d be rid of the stupid thing yet.

“For you, Mr. Hofter? Of course they are.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Trevor said. “They’re not for sale.”

Abby choked and pulled Trevor aside. “Are you mad, darling? Do you know who he is?”

Caitlin peered over Abby’s shoulder, seeing the man in question studying a Jeffersonian era desk. Trevor grimaced. “I can’t say I do.”

“That’s Marvin Hofter,” Mrs. Wilkins said conspiratorially.

“Who’s Marvin Hofter?” Caitlin asked.

Abby spluttered and tugged at the collar of her linen blouse. “How can you not know him?”

The name meant nothing; Caitlin could only give her a blank look. “I don’t.”

“My dear, he’s only the editor in chief of Antiques Daily.”

Now Caitlin understood why Trevor’s mentor was making such a huge deal.

Trevor touched one of the sketches, almost, Caitlin thought, as if he would protect them. “I’m sorry, no. The pictures aren’t for sale.”

Hofter pursed his lips and retrieved a card case from the pocket of his silk coat. He pulled forth an embossed business card and handed it to him. “If you change your mind, don’t hesitate to call me.” The man tipped his hat and walked away.

Caitlin kept her gaze on him. Something about him made her want to grab Trevor and move as far away as possible. Like to Siberia.

If, alternately you’d like to check it out for yourself it’s available at Amazon currently for $.99. Or in paperback (perfect for gift giving),

Chat with author Jolene Dawe

*Doorbell rings*
*Night Mistress checks monitors* Holy smokes.
*minion peers over Mistress’ shoulder* What’s the matter, m’lady?
The Lord Mayor’s son is outside–right behind our guest! Oh, this is a disaster! I wanted everything perfect for her. *Mistress sighs* Better bring her in through the underground gate.
*Minion scampers off and Mistress eyes monitors. Minion appears on screen and says something to a young woman outside* I wish I could hear what she said.
*Minion and young woman escape the Lord Mayor*
That’s better. *footsteps outside doorway. Minion and guest step through door*

Welcome Jolene! *Mistress holds out arms and hugs Jolene* I’m sorry for the trouble outside dear. The last thing I wanted was for– *jerks finger to screen* –that man to follow you in!
First off, tell us a little about yourself and your work.

Jolene Dawe: You know, one thing I really enjoy about the advent of the Internet and, these days, with blogs, is the ability we have to get to know bits about folks we might otherwise not get to see. I really enjoy reading about other authors; I love blogs as exposure opportunities, and I think they’re an awesome tool in this distribution revolution. That said, this is generally the hardest bit of marketing for my work — talking about myself. It’s an interesting little conundrum, isn’t it?

Mistress: Come now, don’t be so shy. Can’t you tell us a little something about yourself? *Mistress smiles* There’s candy in it for you.

Jolene Dawe: I am a resident of the gloriously wet Pacific Northwest, specifically Eugene Oregon. I moved here with my partner and our pride of cats and one dog in 2008, and have been in love with the place since before day one. I’m one of the transplants who delights in our nine to ten months of rain, laughing in astonished delight when natives bemoan how grey the weather is come January . . . with vibrant green from grass and moss and lichen rioting all around, and hearty winter flowers poking up in random places. Grey? Here? Well, maybe the sky. Okay, definitely the sky . . . What is this mythical globe of fire in the sky which people speak of?

*Mistress shakes head* I’m not sure either, my dear. All I see is a pretty pearlescent white globe nightly. 🙂 My minion tells me she loves your writing. Why don’t you tell my guest something of your stories?

Jolene Dawe: To date, I have two collections of short stories available. Treasures From the Deep is available via Lulu.com, a short collection of stories inspired by the myths of Poseidon. The Fairy Queen of Spencer's ButteThe Fairy Queen of Spencer’s Butte and Other Tales is available in print via Lulu.com  and for Kindle through Amazon — it’s a collection of stories inspired by this wonderful part of the country, where folklore and mythic tales mix and mingle, where magic and the mundane rub elbows and are both left better for it. I also have a short story in The Shining Cities: An Anthology of Pagan Science Fiction, an anthology published by Bibliotecha Alexandrina, as well as few stories published over at Eternal Haunted Summer.

From that bibliography, one might come to the conclusion that I’m pagan, and they’d be right. 🙂

Mistress: Well, all are welcome in our castle…and you know, I’ve known a pagan or two in my time. Don’t ask how long a time…. 😉 Now for the questions. What inspired The Fairy Queen of Spencer’s Butte?

Jolene: Most, immediately, the city of Eugene and its environs. More broadly, the Willamette Valley itself, the history of the Pacific Northwest, the close proximity to its past, the pioneering spirit that lingers in this make-do, make-beautiful, create and make better city. The willingness to dispose of the mold when the mold no longer fits, to make your own way while being true to yourself, to leave behind that which does not work, but to cherish that which does even after its no longer fashionable.

That, and the stories came whether I willed them or no. They were too many, too strong, too intriguing to try to ignore.

*Mistress nods* I hear that same sentiment from many writers. Now then, shar with us some of your favorites? All Hallow’s Eve or All Saint’s Day?

Jolene: Halloween! In our household we differentiate between Halloween and Samhain, though both end up being days to honor our beloved dead; Halloween is for our beloved furry dead (Howl-ween?) and Samhain for the human deceased. So, for us, Halloween is a more fun, goofy, somewhat joys (in a bittersweet way) than Samhain proper is.

*Mistress nods* Ah, Samhain, yes. I’ve been to some fantastic Samhain romps…back in my day… Dr. Frankenstein, or Dracula?

Jolene: Dracula, easily. Come on. Vampires, and vampires before they were all sexy, even!

Mistress: Yes, well, *preens* Some of us have always been sexy. 😉 How do you think I got Drac and the good Doctor fighting over me? Candy corn or chocolate?

Jolene: What is this ‘or’ of which you speak?

*laughs* All right. I’ll share with you. Are you going to dress up for Halloween this year?

Jolene: Sadly, I’m not. I think Halloween has become broken — we don’t get trick-or-treaters, they all go to the malls around here. While I firmly believe that Halloween should be a bit about confronting our mortality and poking around on the darker side of existence, being safe and responsible and keeping kids away from predators is important, and I understand the need for safety these days, but I mourn Halloween, I really do. It’s not at all what it used to be.

*Mistress nods* Yes, that’s very true. We don’t get many trick or treaters around our castle either. Just *frowns* angry mobs. What did I ever do to them?

Never mind. Next question: If you could be in any classic horror novel, or story (such as Dracula, Frankenstein, Carmilla, Turn of the Screw, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Tell-Tale Heart? The Raven?), which would it be?

Jolene: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

Mistress: Oh good choice! What is it about that story that intrigues you?

Jolene: I grew up reading horror novels, and they generally don’t scare me at all, but the motif of The Headless Horseman has something to it that spooks me to my core; I love that tale!

Mistress: Where can my guests learn more about you, dear?

Right here: http://thesaturatedpage.wordpress.com/about/

Thanks for being with us tonight, Jolene. Now, don’t you worry about that Lord Mayor. Come with me and we’ll see if we can’t talk some sense into him….

Blog talk Radio Interview Monday Night

 "Old Vintage Radio" by tungphoto/ Freedigitalphotos.net

“Old Vintage Radio” by tungphoto/ Freedigitalphotos.net

I’ve been sitting on this secret (more or less) for a while now, but I wanted to let you all know that Monday December 10th at 11PM, I’m going to be interviewed on Other Worlds of Romance talking about my paranormal fantasy novel The Artist’s Inheritance. If you’d like to listen in it will be  live here:
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/other_worlds_of_romance

I’m a little nervous about it (I picture a sneezing fit or losing my voice) but I hope it will be fun. *Cue Ghostbuster’s soundtrack* My, what a lovely singing voice you must have. 😉

hehe. I hope someone will find my chat with Linda interesting.