Quick Note and update

 

I have moved my blogging home. I’m now (back) over at Blogspot: http://julismapsroom.blogspot.com where I find I’m babbling more often…:) About just about anything that comes to mind. So, if you’d like to keep up on all my er, notes and latest releases, I have subscription links at the bottom of the blog. They look like this:

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If you are following me on bloglovin’ you’re probably good. If you aren’t then do go look for those (*at the bottom of the blog!). *sigh* Meanwhile, I hope y’all have a good weekend and good luck in the giveaway, (if you try for it)!

Heartbreaker Bloghop

For my heartbreaker…In my my Antique Magic series, my heroine Caitlin has  two men that twist her  into knots:  her beloved husband Trevor and well…a 150 year old ghost, a Union solider who’s just…*sigh* the perfect gentleman. 🙂 So two heartbreakers. *sigh* Have you read their story, The Artist’s Inheritance? No? Would you like to?

Excerpt:

She found TrevoThe Artist's Inheritancer comparing two of his best suits.

“What are you doing?”

“We’ve got a party to go to,” he insisted.

Caitlin blinked. “Whose party?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” He smacked a hand against his forehead. “I’m such an idiot! Abby’s set up a meeting, of sorts, with several investors.”

Things slipped his mind more often lately, it was true, but this was an incredibly strange thing for him to overlook. “Investors for what?”

“For me, of course.” He pointed to the ceiling. “We’re hoping to gain some investors to pay for the shop I want to open.”

She wasn’t sure what to think of this lapse in memory. “When tonight?”

“At seven.”

She glanced to the clock on the bedside table to see it was now five-thirty. “Seven?” Nine she could’ve handled, but seven? “What did you expect me to do? Go in my jeans? That’ll make a great impression! I swear, I’m going to—”

He took her hand and tugged her to the closet. “Please don’t make me go alone.”

“I should.” She crossed her arms. “I should make you sleep in the dog house.”

Trevor laughed. “We don’t have a dog.” He kissed her gently and despite her growing anger, warmth spread to her toes. “You’re beautiful whatever you do with yourself.”

She grunted annoyance. Beautiful my foot! She knew she at least needed a haircut if nothing else—and a manicure. Her nails still held blue ink stains from work.

“Please,” he begged. “I can’t do this without my best girl.”

“Okay.” She poked him in the chest. “Next time, give me some warning!”

She wished he’d given her some hint this time. “And wear the black one.”

She didn’t like these lapses of his at all, but she turned to her closet, and chose her favorite slinky black dress.

***

See? Trevor can talk her into anything no matter how angry she might be with him. And he does look rather fine in that black suit, but he’s just as cute in a t-shirt.

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Caitlin and Trevor

*swoon* Oh, excuse me. I guess I’m just partial to him. ;)) Wanna know a little more? Okay.

Synopsis:

Settling into their new home in Gulf Breeze, Florida, Caitlin finds strange changes coming over her husband Trevor. He seems obsessed with a beautiful chair he’s carving.

When the nightmares deepen and ghosts begin lurking—she knows something’s not right, and not just her newfound precognitive abilities. It’s the damned chair, she’s sure. Could it be just what it seems: a mundane piece of furniture? If so, why is it attracting dark forces—the forces she suspects drove Trevor’s siblings to insanity and suicide?

Before the same happens to Trevor, Caitlin must convince him to sell his art. But armed with only a handful of allies, and little experience of the supernatural, she must proceed with caution against the hellish forces besieging her family.

If she succeeds, she will break the ancestral curse. If she fails, she may lose forever the one thing she cares about most: her beloved Trevor.

The Artist’s Inheritance is available at Amazon.

For the giveaway.

1) Please “like” my Facebook page, here.

2) Add The Artist’s Inheritance to your Good Reads “To Read” shelf, here.

3) If you have read it and enjoyed it, please post your review on Amazon and help me get to that 50 review mark (hey, at this point, I’ll take 2o).

4)  Oh and uh, if you’d want to sign up for my little infrequently used mailing list over there (*points to sidebar*) that’d be okay too.

5) Leave me a comment, with your email address, and tell me which of my heroes is your heartbreaker: Trevor, Roland, or if you’ve read House of Cards, Sinjon. 😉

If you do at least three of the above, you (or the top two if you’ve not read it yet) will be added to the pile to win….This:

1) An e-copy/gift copy of the connecting tale in the Antique Magic series, a little tidbit of Cait and Trevor’s continuing life (damn heartbreakers ;)) you just can’t walk away from them can you?), Caitlin’s Book of Shadows and…

Giveaway ends February 11th. (Hence, this giveaway is over)

Q and A with paranormal author Clarissa Johal

Today we have another guest for you. A fellow paranormal author, Clarissa Johal stopped by to chat with us about her new novel, BETWEEN. Welcome, Clarissa. Hi, Clarissa! Thanks for being with us, today. Why don’t you tell my readers a little about yourself and your work? How did you first become acquainted with the paranormal genre?

Author Clarissa Johal
Author Clarissa Johal

Clarissa Johal: I’ve worked as a veterinary assistant, zoo-keeper aide and vegetarian chef but I’ve always written. In high school, I wrote a one-act horror play that won first place in the Alberta High School Drama Festival. In college, I had two short stories, PIGEONS and THE ROPE, published in the literary magazine, Susurrus. In university, my non-fiction piece, A WAY OF LIFE, was published in the Sacramento Bee newspaper. It never occurred to me I could make a career at it until after the birth of my first child. While she nursed or slept in my lap, I wrote. It took me a year to write the first draft of my fantasy PRADEE and another ten years to complete it (raising a family, you know!). Once both my girls were in school, I threw myself 100% into my writing. As far as the paranormal genre, I’ve always been interested in the paranormal. I was raised in a very non-believer household, my mom is an atheist and my father was an agnostic. But all throughout my life, I’ve had personal experiences that I couldn’t explain.  In university, I took courses in cultural anthropology, mythology and religion and found them fascinating. When it comes down to it—we’re a product of not only our upbringing, but our personal experiences. And oftentimes, those experiences are in direct opposition with our upbringing or what society accepts. In BETWEEN, Lucinda says, “I know what I see. I don’t know what I believe,” which pretty much sums it up. What was the inspiration for BETWEEN? Clarissa: I was working on the second installment to my fantasy series when I was hit by two characters that didn’t belong and could not get them out of my head. I ended up setting the series aside and started writing BETWEEN, a story of the supernatural. I had the first draft written in a month, my edits finished a year later, and Musa Publishing accepted it three months after that. I’ve been pulled into the Otherworld permanently now. I love writing paranormal–the ideas come faster than I can get them down. Now that your novel’s published, do you have any advice for those just starting out? Clarissa: Network and find a writer’s group to not only supports your writing, but helps you promote it once it’s published. We’re all in this together and an internet presence is key.  And write!! Even on the days that you feel your writing is crap. Do it. You can always go back and delete or rewrite later. That’s true. If you weren’t a writer, what career might you have pursued instead? Clarissa: I worked as a veterinary and zoo-keepers assistant all throughout college and university. I love the field and would probably go back into it. Really? Wow! That’s neat. 🙂 What can curious fans expect from you next? Clarissa: I’m working on my next novel titled, STRUCK. It’s a supernatural horror and came to me as a single character and scene that kept replaying in my head over and over. I built on it from there and it should be done by March. The characters are very quirky but the premise is a bit darker than BETWEEN. I see you’ve written a Young Adult fantasy too, Pradee. How did that come about? Clarissa: I wrote a short story in a mythology class that my fellow students seemed to like. After the birth of my first child, I pulled it out and started building on the world I created. The four-book series is planned out in my head and I have the second book started, but I’ve been pulled into the Otherworld for now. We’ll see where that leads me. Is there anything else you’d like to share with our readers? Would you like to share anything more about your work? Clarissa: If you leave a comment, you’ll be entered into a drawing to win a free ecopy of BETWEEN in the format of your choice (Kindle, NOOK, PDF or Mobi).  You can leave a comment on your own paranormal experiences, a response to my post, or just a “hello” and your contact info. The contest begins that day this goes live and we’ll pick the winner on Wednesday. The winner will be picked using Random.org and will be notified by email. (Giveaway is now closed) Now for a fun question: if you could face and vanquish any literary (or movie) villain, who would it be? Clarissa: Now why would I want to do that? I love literary villains! They’re the best part of the story. *grin* Hehe. Oh, that’s true. Sometimes they are! Thanks for being with us today, Clarissa. Before you go, would you care to share anything else? Perhaps a taste of your work? Betweencovercopy BETWEEN by Clarissa Johal Tagline: How far would you go to redeem yourself? Blurb: 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. Excerpt: A young woman stood beside the bed, anguish on her face. She looked vaguely familiar, though Lucinda couldn’t place her. The forgotten colors of her blousy dress had faded into indistinct shades of grey. The woman grasped Lucinda’s hand and pressed a key into it. Lucinda felt the jagged, metal edges pricking her skin. Somewhere in the distance, a car engine roared to life. The woman’s lips moved but the growling engine drowned out all other sound. The sound became louder. Growling. Darwin was growling. “Darwin?” Lucinda woke with a start. The shepherd growled again and hopped off the bed, padding into the living room. A quiet knock sounded from the front door. Lucinda rolled out of bed to answer it. Pushing Darwin aside to open the door, she peered sleepily into the moonlit night. A breeze blew across the clearing, stirring the grass. Confused, she shut the door before the breeze could make its way inside. “Come on back to bed, Darwin. Nobody there.” As she pulled the blanket up to her chin, the knocking started again. Lucinda slipped out of bed and walked back into the living room. The sound clearly came from the other side of the door, faint but unmistakable. She slid her hand quietly over the knob. At once, the knocking stopped. Turning the knob slowly, she pulled the door open a crack, heart pounding in her chest. “Hello?” An icy breeze slipped by her thigh as the scent of ozone assailed her senses. Her heart beat erratically. “Darwin, no!” The dog tried to push past her, growling once more. Rattled, Lucinda closed the door with a bang and locked it. Lucinda lay in bed and shivered, unable to get warm. A chill slipped under her covers, stealing up her spine. The smell of roses clung to her blanket, the warmth from their scent seemed to be at war with the cold. An hour passed and she finally dropped off to sleep. For the remainder of the night, the two unseen presences in her room remained at an impasse. BETWEEN buy links: http://tinyurl.com/klo2jq6 Barnesandnoble.com: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/between-clarissa-johal/1113966562 Musa Publishing: http://musapublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=11&products_id=493#.UPCRF_L-iPA And where can my readers learn more about you? Author website:  http://clarissajohal.com/ Author Blog:  http://clarissajohal.blogspot.com/ Twitter https://twitter.com/#!/ClarissaJohal Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clarissa.johal.9 Don’t forget now, leave Clarissa a comment or question (and leave us your email here somewhere) for a chance to win a copy of Between.

Holiday Blog Hop finale

holiday-blog-hop-3aFinal day of the Indie Writers Unite Blog hop. I hope you all found some great books, and maybe bought some as Christmas gifts?

If you want to see the rules for entering for the grand prize and all the authors and books involved–aside from mine–they’re up on the IWU Holiday Hop site here:

http://holidaybloghop.blogspot.com/

Thanks to everyone who followed me. I’ll get the winner up tomorrow (or Monday at latest depending on what happens this weekend. I mean, The Hobbit‘s coming out this weekend, isn’t it? *squee* Older followers can tell you weekends and blog time aren’t my strong suit).

Happy Holidays.

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),

Guest posts and Flowers

First off, guest spot. I’m over at *squee* The Speculative Salon today talking about …well, you’ll have to come and see. The post is up here.

Anyway, I got some geranium clippings this weekend. I hope I don’t kill them! We’ll see. If they live, I’ll post a picture (these here are not ours, but just pretty. I hope mine turn out that fruitful. :)) Anyway, guest post. :)Do stop by Speculative Salon and say hi! Oh, also don’t forget…Indie Historical romance author Merry Farmer post on my other blog is still up and includes a giveaway. It rocks that she got so many likes, y’all (*smiles*) but you’ll need to leave her a comment so I can have someone to pick from. Clock runs out this Friday…. Meanwhile, Happy Labor day, everyone–if you have the day off.