Well, I sent Mark of the Witch of to the editor this morning and he's hopefully going to be starting on it in the next day or so. I'm so nervous/excited about it. I'm one step closer to being published, and then all of you can read it :)
I was thinking, I want to do some fun contests and giveaways in the week or two leading up to the release. I'm starting to think of fun things to have for prizes. Do you guys like bookmarks? I'm going to have some made that are out of this world amazing. I also want to do some ARC's of the book as soon as I get it formatted and whatnot. Does that sound like stuff you would be interested in????
Monday, April 30, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
SM Blooding interview
We're joined today by author SM Blooding, I hope you enjoy the interview as much as I did :)
1. Tell us how this story came about?
I had been telling my girls bedtime stories of my dustman, Ol’Lukoe, who was actually a
character in my favorite fairy tale. I’d been writing for years, but I never took it seriously.
However, watching them get into the Ol’Lukoe stories got me to thinking.
I should really write this story down.
I can tell you that I sucked at writing…pretty heavily, when I first started out. I might have said
this was the first book I was going to seriously write for publication, but it was like, my sixth. And
let’s not count the ones I wrote “for fun”. *shiver*
But when I sat down and really wrote this book I said, “Frankie, this is what you want to do with
the rest of your life.”
Re-reading this book was lovely. *bites lip through grin* I just remember where I was when
I wrote the graveyard scene, or recalled the house where book took place, or--*huge grin*--
all the little characters that had cameo appearances in Dreamland, and the looks on the girl’s
faces when they met Telfgar the dragon and that farting unicorn and the chitter-chatterbox fairy.
*breathing* Lovely is such a small, small word for what that book means to me.
2. Did Meg come from someone in your life, or did you invent her?
I think she came from me. Re-reading through this story, there was a lot of emotions that I
remembered, the feelings of failure, of losing hope, the sorrow. *nods* Yeah. I’m pretty sure
Meg is me.
3. Tell us something people would be surprised to find out
The little old lady who ran into the light pole after spying the naked guy in the car wash was a
real life event. The gal who drove her car into the light pole and had to dig her walker out of the
car to spy on the guy taking a shower in the car wash is no longer with us, but she was very real
and that was a real event. LOL!
4. What genre do you read?
Fantasy. I don’t care what kind, but there has to be some kind of fantasy in there.
5.Who is your favorite author?
Oh, man! Which week?! But my treasure shelves still has Mercedes Lackey, Jim Butcher and
David Eddings. So I would have to say it would be one of those.
6. How did you get started writing?
I don’t know. LOL! I’ve always just written, even when I wasn’t taking it seriously. We didn’t
watch a lot of TV and going outside of the backyard was frowned upon, so I was either
pretending with my sister, drawing, writing, playing my flute, or reading. *grins*
7. What’s next for you?
Well, Demons Are Jackasses is officially releasing next week!!! That’s book 1 of my Demon
Talker Series. I’m very excited about that. And then it’s book 1 of my YA Steampunk, The
Hands of Tarot, and then I’ll be finishing up The Nightmare, which is book 2 to the Dreamland
Stories! *grin* I have a lot going on!
Thank you so much for letting me stop by!
You are so welcome :)
Here's a blurb from The Dustman
Meg has two kids, one of which is hell bent to
land himself in jail. She’s about to lose her
house, her home, her ability to support her
children. Her aunt tells her to publish the story
of her childhood friend, her dustman, her Luk.
Dreamland is empty.
He’s watching his world shrink, his friends blinking out of existence. Children no
longer call for him. He’s watched his fellow dustmen disappear while their lands
are eaten by a ferocious void.
There is no cure.
He’s next.
Purchase links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Dustman-Dreamland-Story-Volume/dp/1470195895/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1333485967&sr=8-1
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/The-Dustman-Dreamland-Stories-ebook/dp/B007QP5UTI/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1333485967&sr=8-2
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/the-dustman-a-dreamland-story?keyword=the+dustman+a+dreamland+story&store=allproducts
Contact links:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/SM-Blooding/116104038495159
WEbsite: http://www.smblooding.com/
About the author:
SM Blooding lives in Colorado with
her pet rock, Rockie, their new
addition, Mr. Bird, who’s a real bird.
She likes to hike the beautiful Rocky
Mountains, and is learning to play the
piano and guitar. Currently, she’s
trying to MURDER them both.
Friends call her Frankie.
She’s dated vampires, werewolves,
sorcerers, weapons smugglers and US
Government assassins. Yes. She has
stories.
1. Tell us how this story came about?
I had been telling my girls bedtime stories of my dustman, Ol’Lukoe, who was actually a
character in my favorite fairy tale. I’d been writing for years, but I never took it seriously.
However, watching them get into the Ol’Lukoe stories got me to thinking.
I should really write this story down.
I can tell you that I sucked at writing…pretty heavily, when I first started out. I might have said
this was the first book I was going to seriously write for publication, but it was like, my sixth. And
let’s not count the ones I wrote “for fun”. *shiver*
But when I sat down and really wrote this book I said, “Frankie, this is what you want to do with
the rest of your life.”
Re-reading this book was lovely. *bites lip through grin* I just remember where I was when
I wrote the graveyard scene, or recalled the house where book took place, or--*huge grin*--
all the little characters that had cameo appearances in Dreamland, and the looks on the girl’s
faces when they met Telfgar the dragon and that farting unicorn and the chitter-chatterbox fairy.
*breathing* Lovely is such a small, small word for what that book means to me.
2. Did Meg come from someone in your life, or did you invent her?
I think she came from me. Re-reading through this story, there was a lot of emotions that I
remembered, the feelings of failure, of losing hope, the sorrow. *nods* Yeah. I’m pretty sure
Meg is me.
3. Tell us something people would be surprised to find out
The little old lady who ran into the light pole after spying the naked guy in the car wash was a
real life event. The gal who drove her car into the light pole and had to dig her walker out of the
car to spy on the guy taking a shower in the car wash is no longer with us, but she was very real
and that was a real event. LOL!
4. What genre do you read?
Fantasy. I don’t care what kind, but there has to be some kind of fantasy in there.
5.Who is your favorite author?
Oh, man! Which week?! But my treasure shelves still has Mercedes Lackey, Jim Butcher and
David Eddings. So I would have to say it would be one of those.
6. How did you get started writing?
I don’t know. LOL! I’ve always just written, even when I wasn’t taking it seriously. We didn’t
watch a lot of TV and going outside of the backyard was frowned upon, so I was either
pretending with my sister, drawing, writing, playing my flute, or reading. *grins*
7. What’s next for you?
Well, Demons Are Jackasses is officially releasing next week!!! That’s book 1 of my Demon
Talker Series. I’m very excited about that. And then it’s book 1 of my YA Steampunk, The
Hands of Tarot, and then I’ll be finishing up The Nightmare, which is book 2 to the Dreamland
Stories! *grin* I have a lot going on!
Thank you so much for letting me stop by!
You are so welcome :)
Here's a blurb from The Dustman
Meg has two kids, one of which is hell bent to
land himself in jail. She’s about to lose her
house, her home, her ability to support her
children. Her aunt tells her to publish the story
of her childhood friend, her dustman, her Luk.
Dreamland is empty.
He’s watching his world shrink, his friends blinking out of existence. Children no
longer call for him. He’s watched his fellow dustmen disappear while their lands
are eaten by a ferocious void.
There is no cure.
He’s next.
Purchase links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Dustman-Dreamland-Story-Volume/dp/1470195895/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1333485967&sr=8-1
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/The-Dustman-Dreamland-Stories-ebook/dp/B007QP5UTI/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1333485967&sr=8-2
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/the-dustman-a-dreamland-story?keyword=the+dustman+a+dreamland+story&store=allproducts
Contact links:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/SM-Blooding/116104038495159
WEbsite: http://www.smblooding.com/
About the author:
SM Blooding lives in Colorado with
her pet rock, Rockie, their new
addition, Mr. Bird, who’s a real bird.
She likes to hike the beautiful Rocky
Mountains, and is learning to play the
piano and guitar. Currently, she’s
trying to MURDER them both.
Friends call her Frankie.
She’s dated vampires, werewolves,
sorcerers, weapons smugglers and US
Government assassins. Yes. She has
stories.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
The amazing Tawdra Kandle
Every now and again, I like to do something fun for someone else...today it's sharing the amazing Tawdra Kandle with all of you. I had the privilege to meet her in one of my writing groups, she is such a nice person. Today, we are going to take a look at her books and then I'm giving you a link to enter her awesome contest.
Tasmyn Vaughn didn't expect much when her dad’s job moved them to a small town in Florida; it was just another new school. But there is more to King than meets the eye, and soon Tasmyn’s ability to hear other’s thoughts is the least of her worries. Entangled in a web of first love, quirky and secretive townsfolk, magic and blood rituals, she discovers the town’s secrets aren’t just bizarre, they’re deadly.
Tasmyn Vaughn is not having the senior year she expected. Her boyfriend Michael leaves for college, she's being stalked by a suspicious preacher, pursued by the hot new boy at school and blackmailed by her chemistry teacher--who just might be a witch. Tas needs all of her many talents--and a little help from unexpected sources--just to keep her head above water. . .literally.
Ok, so seriously guys, how awesome do those sound? I know I can't wait to read them :)
Contact links:
http://www.tawdrakandle.com/
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/zLQrkd
Twitter: http://bit.ly/wQqQx7
Purchase links:
http://amzn.to/HJuLU5
Now here is the fun part, go to this link and enter to win a $50 Amazon gc!!!
http://tawdrakandle.com/?p=274
Tasmyn Vaughn didn't expect much when her dad’s job moved them to a small town in Florida; it was just another new school. But there is more to King than meets the eye, and soon Tasmyn’s ability to hear other’s thoughts is the least of her worries. Entangled in a web of first love, quirky and secretive townsfolk, magic and blood rituals, she discovers the town’s secrets aren’t just bizarre, they’re deadly.
Tasmyn Vaughn is not having the senior year she expected. Her boyfriend Michael leaves for college, she's being stalked by a suspicious preacher, pursued by the hot new boy at school and blackmailed by her chemistry teacher--who just might be a witch. Tas needs all of her many talents--and a little help from unexpected sources--just to keep her head above water. . .literally.
Ok, so seriously guys, how awesome do those sound? I know I can't wait to read them :)
Contact links:
http://www.tawdrakandle.com/
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/zLQrkd
Twitter: http://bit.ly/wQqQx7
Purchase links:
http://amzn.to/HJuLU5
Now here is the fun part, go to this link and enter to win a $50 Amazon gc!!!
http://tawdrakandle.com/?p=274
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Upcoming paranormal project
I started trying to write a book with an author friend of mine, but something else came out instead. It's going to be a vampire book, but not YA at all. I'm not entirely sure where it's going yet, but here's a sneak peak at the beginning.
Nineteen year old Bronwyn Fitzgibbons stood in the corner of a bar that she had lied her way into. Her long blond hair hung behind her like a cape, and her blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. This was definitely not the kind of place her mother would approve of, so she was more than thrilled she had gotten in. She had heard rumors that more than just tough guys came here, and was curious to see if that was true. She saw him almost immediately from across the room, and almost screamed when he materialized next to her. “Hello there, “ he said in a sexy irish accent. Bronwyn felt her knees go weak, she had always had a thing for irish accents. Her parents were from Ireland, and she had grown up around the accent. “Hi.” she said softly. “This is not the safest place for one such as yourself.” He said. Bronwyn shrugged and stuck out her chin defiantly, daring him to make her leave. He chuckled, and Bronwyn found herself enjoying the rich sound of it. “I’m old enough to be here.” “I doubt that, but I was referring to the fact that you are a human.” Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before a smile lit her face. “So I guess the rumors about this place are true then.” He nodded, “You should not make a habit of coming here, not everyone is as civilized as I am.” Bronwyn studied him, “What’s your name?” He smiled, revealing his fangs, “my name is Ronan.” “So you’re a vampire then?” She said. “I am. How old are you young one?” Bronwyn thought for a moment before replying, “I’m nineteen” Ronan laughed again, “I knew you weren’t old enough to be in here. Would you like to take a walk with me?” She nodded yes even though her brain was screaming at her to say no. Ronan took her hand and led her through the smoky bar and out the back door. As soon as they were outside, he picked her up and ran. Bronwyn could barely breathe, they were going too fast. She wanted to scream, but the sound wouldn’t come out of her. After a few minutes he slowed down and set her down. She stumbled back a few steps and looked around, he had brought her to the beach. “Where are we?” She asked shakily. “Malibu.” He replied. “I thought a walk on the beach would be better than the grimy streets of Hollywood.” He looked sheepish. Bronwyn smiled, “This is much better thank you.” He took her hand in his and led her down to the water. They walked for what felt like hours, talking about her life and his when he would answer a question of hers. She looked down at her watch, “Oh, it’s four in the morning, my mom’s going to kill me, I need to get home.” Ronan smiled at her, “I don’t think you’ll need to worry about that anymore.” “What...?” Before she could get out the rest of her sentence, Ronan had his fangs to her neck. She felt the pinch of him breaking her skin, and then it was pure bliss. She could feel herself losing consciousness, floating along on a river of sensation. He finally pulled away, “ don’t sleep yet young Bronwyn, there will be plenty of time for that during your transition. Drink now my sweet.” He shoved something wet and sticky against her mouth. She cautiously licked it and then latched on drinking in big gulps of his essence. He finally tore his arm away from her. “That’s enough for now.” He said. Bronwyn pouted for a moment, “What happens now?” Ronan smiled, “Anything we want.” He helped her to her feet and they were off in a blur.
Ok, so I know it's not much, and I do have more written, but I can't give everything away can I? What do you think?
Nineteen year old Bronwyn Fitzgibbons stood in the corner of a bar that she had lied her way into. Her long blond hair hung behind her like a cape, and her blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. This was definitely not the kind of place her mother would approve of, so she was more than thrilled she had gotten in. She had heard rumors that more than just tough guys came here, and was curious to see if that was true. She saw him almost immediately from across the room, and almost screamed when he materialized next to her. “Hello there, “ he said in a sexy irish accent. Bronwyn felt her knees go weak, she had always had a thing for irish accents. Her parents were from Ireland, and she had grown up around the accent. “Hi.” she said softly. “This is not the safest place for one such as yourself.” He said. Bronwyn shrugged and stuck out her chin defiantly, daring him to make her leave. He chuckled, and Bronwyn found herself enjoying the rich sound of it. “I’m old enough to be here.” “I doubt that, but I was referring to the fact that you are a human.” Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before a smile lit her face. “So I guess the rumors about this place are true then.” He nodded, “You should not make a habit of coming here, not everyone is as civilized as I am.” Bronwyn studied him, “What’s your name?” He smiled, revealing his fangs, “my name is Ronan.” “So you’re a vampire then?” She said. “I am. How old are you young one?” Bronwyn thought for a moment before replying, “I’m nineteen” Ronan laughed again, “I knew you weren’t old enough to be in here. Would you like to take a walk with me?” She nodded yes even though her brain was screaming at her to say no. Ronan took her hand and led her through the smoky bar and out the back door. As soon as they were outside, he picked her up and ran. Bronwyn could barely breathe, they were going too fast. She wanted to scream, but the sound wouldn’t come out of her. After a few minutes he slowed down and set her down. She stumbled back a few steps and looked around, he had brought her to the beach. “Where are we?” She asked shakily. “Malibu.” He replied. “I thought a walk on the beach would be better than the grimy streets of Hollywood.” He looked sheepish. Bronwyn smiled, “This is much better thank you.” He took her hand in his and led her down to the water. They walked for what felt like hours, talking about her life and his when he would answer a question of hers. She looked down at her watch, “Oh, it’s four in the morning, my mom’s going to kill me, I need to get home.” Ronan smiled at her, “I don’t think you’ll need to worry about that anymore.” “What...?” Before she could get out the rest of her sentence, Ronan had his fangs to her neck. She felt the pinch of him breaking her skin, and then it was pure bliss. She could feel herself losing consciousness, floating along on a river of sensation. He finally pulled away, “ don’t sleep yet young Bronwyn, there will be plenty of time for that during your transition. Drink now my sweet.” He shoved something wet and sticky against her mouth. She cautiously licked it and then latched on drinking in big gulps of his essence. He finally tore his arm away from her. “That’s enough for now.” He said. Bronwyn pouted for a moment, “What happens now?” Ronan smiled, “Anything we want.” He helped her to her feet and they were off in a blur.
Ok, so I know it's not much, and I do have more written, but I can't give everything away can I? What do you think?
Monday, April 23, 2012
S.B. Rogers guest post
Today we have a special guest, or maybe I should say guests. The writing duo known as S.B. Rogers is going to do a guest post. Stay tuned after the post for a blurb from their book The Guardian and a little bit about the authors.
Why angels?
We get asked this a lot, and to be honest there is no one specific answer. We were raised in a religious
household-church every Sunday-and as such, were exposed to the deep seated lore in the Christian
bible. The stories we were raised with absolutely influenced our work on Guardian and our choice to
explore the relationships between angels and demons. The idea of a universe governed by opposing
forces of good and evil brought to light the endless possibilities for stories featuring blood-thirsty
demons and all-powerful angels.
We knew that a story involving angels and demons would be an action packed one. We didn’t just
want to write the same old good vs. evil story, rehashed with a sprinkle (okay, a bucketful) of teenage
angst. No, we set out to create a rich world with an interconnected cast of characters. A new take on
the Heaven and Hell we grew up learning about. One with plenty room for fallible angels and heroic
demons.
Another reason we chose angels is the power aspect. We liked the idea of angels as warriors, wielding
power to demolish the forces of evil. When Gabe first appeared in Becky’s imagination, he was ready for
battle covered in his runes of power, wings spread and sword of flames poised to strike.
So when asked why angels we answer because angels are sexy, angels are historic and angels are
powerful. Did we mention angels are sexy?!
S.B. Rodgers
Blurb from The Guardian:
It’s been almost a year since Abby
Shepard’s once-perfect life crumbled into
little more than a nightmare. Dumped,
bullied and abused, the seventeen-year-
old has all but given up hope. Little does
she know that her father died protecting a
family secret; a secret that has the forces
of good and evil battling to claim the
power lurking just beneath her skin.
About the authors:
S.B. Rodgers is a pen name that stands for Sara & Becky Rodgers. Becky argued extensively
that in the name of humour, the letters should be listed alphabetically, but lost out to her arch
nemesis common sense. Sara and Becky met at the young ages of twenty-two months and zero
days, thrust into each other’s lives by fate and situations beyond either of their control. They
are sisters, frenemies and most importantly co-authors. It’s theorised that they were identical
twin in a past life…not really but it’d be pretty cool. Their parents taught them that a person’s
imagination is a precious gift and stories should be cherished. As a team the siblings bring very
different skills to the table, each one’s strength perfectly complimenting the others weakness.
They try not to take themselves very seriously and strive to look for the humour in life. Their
partnership is one of extreme love and respect for each other, both as family and literary artists.
Sara is the younger of the two. She lives with one cat, five dolls and her potato head man
collection in an orange room. Regrettably she is not Spiderman or Batman, but she is a card
holding Pokémon master and that’s good enough for now. She earned her Bachelor of Fine Arts
from Concordia University in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. She collects graphic novels and manga
as well as all things written by the fantastic Neil Gaiman. When she is not reading or writing she
is needle felting and posting her work on her popu-lish tumblr account: The Land of Fluff and
Needles.
Becky is the classic girly-girl. Her blond hair and pink nails served as the perfect camouflage
during school years were teachers undoubtedly took her day dreaming for air-headedness. To
the contrary, she spent that time drifting in and out of imaginary worlds filled with fantastical
creatures and memorable characters. Today she divides her time between working with animals
as a certified pet stylist and typing away at new manuscripts. Among other things she describes
herself as a Gleek, sci-fi nerd, smustle expert extraordinaire and above all she just “wants to
believe.” She lives with her two German Shepherds-Abby and Odin-and is driven by delusions
of grandeur.
Contact links:
Blog: sbrodgers.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/SB-Rodgers/260803420636830
You tube: http://youtu.be/DBMOkpw1vtI
Twitter: SBRodgers1
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5517745.S_B_Rodgers
Why angels?
We get asked this a lot, and to be honest there is no one specific answer. We were raised in a religious
household-church every Sunday-and as such, were exposed to the deep seated lore in the Christian
bible. The stories we were raised with absolutely influenced our work on Guardian and our choice to
explore the relationships between angels and demons. The idea of a universe governed by opposing
forces of good and evil brought to light the endless possibilities for stories featuring blood-thirsty
demons and all-powerful angels.
We knew that a story involving angels and demons would be an action packed one. We didn’t just
want to write the same old good vs. evil story, rehashed with a sprinkle (okay, a bucketful) of teenage
angst. No, we set out to create a rich world with an interconnected cast of characters. A new take on
the Heaven and Hell we grew up learning about. One with plenty room for fallible angels and heroic
demons.
Another reason we chose angels is the power aspect. We liked the idea of angels as warriors, wielding
power to demolish the forces of evil. When Gabe first appeared in Becky’s imagination, he was ready for
battle covered in his runes of power, wings spread and sword of flames poised to strike.
So when asked why angels we answer because angels are sexy, angels are historic and angels are
powerful. Did we mention angels are sexy?!
S.B. Rodgers
Blurb from The Guardian:
It’s been almost a year since Abby
Shepard’s once-perfect life crumbled into
little more than a nightmare. Dumped,
bullied and abused, the seventeen-year-
old has all but given up hope. Little does
she know that her father died protecting a
family secret; a secret that has the forces
of good and evil battling to claim the
power lurking just beneath her skin.
About the authors:
S.B. Rodgers is a pen name that stands for Sara & Becky Rodgers. Becky argued extensively
that in the name of humour, the letters should be listed alphabetically, but lost out to her arch
nemesis common sense. Sara and Becky met at the young ages of twenty-two months and zero
days, thrust into each other’s lives by fate and situations beyond either of their control. They
are sisters, frenemies and most importantly co-authors. It’s theorised that they were identical
twin in a past life…not really but it’d be pretty cool. Their parents taught them that a person’s
imagination is a precious gift and stories should be cherished. As a team the siblings bring very
different skills to the table, each one’s strength perfectly complimenting the others weakness.
They try not to take themselves very seriously and strive to look for the humour in life. Their
partnership is one of extreme love and respect for each other, both as family and literary artists.
Sara is the younger of the two. She lives with one cat, five dolls and her potato head man
collection in an orange room. Regrettably she is not Spiderman or Batman, but she is a card
holding Pokémon master and that’s good enough for now. She earned her Bachelor of Fine Arts
from Concordia University in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. She collects graphic novels and manga
as well as all things written by the fantastic Neil Gaiman. When she is not reading or writing she
is needle felting and posting her work on her popu-lish tumblr account: The Land of Fluff and
Needles.
Becky is the classic girly-girl. Her blond hair and pink nails served as the perfect camouflage
during school years were teachers undoubtedly took her day dreaming for air-headedness. To
the contrary, she spent that time drifting in and out of imaginary worlds filled with fantastical
creatures and memorable characters. Today she divides her time between working with animals
as a certified pet stylist and typing away at new manuscripts. Among other things she describes
herself as a Gleek, sci-fi nerd, smustle expert extraordinaire and above all she just “wants to
believe.” She lives with her two German Shepherds-Abby and Odin-and is driven by delusions
of grandeur.
Contact links:
Blog: sbrodgers.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/SB-Rodgers/260803420636830
You tube: http://youtu.be/DBMOkpw1vtI
Twitter: SBRodgers1
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5517745.S_B_Rodgers
Saturday, April 21, 2012
My life this past month...
I've been writing. When I say that, I mean really writing, like a ton of writing. I've gotten a good start on book 3 in the Boston Witches series, plus I started a new vampire book. Oh, and a friend and I are writing a book together. So yeah, I've been writing a lot. Plus, throw in working here and there on a few other books I have on the back burner, and then editing for myself and others. This has been a mentally taxing month and it's not even over with.
Everything is still totally on track for Mark of the Witch to come out in June. Hooray for that, deadlines are always stressful, even when we set them for ourselves. I just want everyone to love what I put out, so it needs to be perfect. I already put out something that was less than perfect before, so I think I might be a little paranoid about it happening again.
During this busy month, I've still found time to read some amazing books. I finally just read The Hunger Games (yes I know I'm way behind the times) I liked it, but I think I expected more from it since everyone raved about it. I'll most likely read the rest of the series when my tbr pile gets a lot smaller.
Everything is still totally on track for Mark of the Witch to come out in June. Hooray for that, deadlines are always stressful, even when we set them for ourselves. I just want everyone to love what I put out, so it needs to be perfect. I already put out something that was less than perfect before, so I think I might be a little paranoid about it happening again.
During this busy month, I've still found time to read some amazing books. I finally just read The Hunger Games (yes I know I'm way behind the times) I liked it, but I think I expected more from it since everyone raved about it. I'll most likely read the rest of the series when my tbr pile gets a lot smaller.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Reid Lance Rosenthal interview
Last week we had Reid on and he gave us a peak at his 2 books Threads West, and Maps of Fate. I started the giveaway, and it's still going to be going for another week. I'm going to post the entry form below so you don't have to search for it. Today, he's giving us a peak into his head.
Describe a typical day for you. What time of day do you usually write?
A Typical day? There is no such thing. The routine flows with seasons, altered by the demands of family, writing, and ranching.
I am laughing. My preferred writing atmosphere is pacing around the kitchen and living room, digital recorder in one hand, coffee in the other. A close second is the cozy interior cab of a one ton Ford as it screams down the highway from ranch to ranch, many of those trip durations of eight to ten hours. I would estimate that at least half of Threads West and a portion of Maps of Fate, was dictated driving at 90 mph -- and if any state trooper is reading this, I meant 75! Many times I've missed the next exit or turn, so engrossed had I become in the story the characters are whispering to me. On a few occasions my startled glance in the review mirror has revealed the winking lights of a patrol car. Generally the officer has asked me why I didn't pull over for the last thirty miles. The looks I get when I explain I am writing a book are priceless. All my writing is done via dictation. I can type -- matter-of-fact, around a hundred words per minute. Unfortunately, there are at least thirty typos per line. I've become somewhat infamous for my keys pounded with big paws hieroglyphic e-mails. Spell check takes longer than the original writing!
Five to eight in the morning, and eleven PM to three AM are my two most productive periods. I am both a night owl and an early bird. Sleep is nothing more than a necessary evil. I would prefer to be catching winks three days at a time, followed by six weeks without any rest. After the writing, the reality of daily life, business and the ranches takes over. Once in a while, after I've stepped through that time portal into the pages of the story, I'm reluctant to remove myself. On those occasions I can go three or four days without any sleep whatsoever. (Woe to those around me!)
How did you make the jump from rancher to author?
This author thing is akin to taking on a second full-time career. Time, energy, and focus are needed to run and operate the ranches, particularly when spread out over long distances. Fortunately I love that business too, and if affords me the opportunity to intertwine my passions and love of the land with a vocation. Ironically, it also gives me great fodder for writing backdrop, scenes, and places in which the action of the novels transpire.
I muse at times whether I am a rancher who writes, or a writer who ranches. In the most simple terms, I am just me. As with all others who share this planet, I have my shining, and less illustrious sides. I am a Triple-A type personality and with that comes both the good and less than good, inherent to those who suffer the same 24-7 demeanor. Yes, I am driven. I believe dreams are but the precursors of reality. One has only to make them so. I love the land, its special energy, solitude, space, and soul succor. Alone and far from others, whispers of canyon breezes playin' oh so gentle ’cross my cheek, the smell of earth, sage, leaves and horse sweat might just be the only time I truly relax. It is those moments, high atop a windswept ridge, rifle nestled in the leather of the scabbard, that I am transported to ten thousand years ago where I am a native sojourner, clad in a hide loincloth and carrying a spear in quest of fresh meat for the clan. It is cleansing, and real, this time machine of earth energy. The hum of it brings me back full circle to my very roots as a human being. These are the feelings of which I write, and they are universal in their truth of any historical era, though less realized today than at any other time in man's history.
I'm fourth-generation land and cattle. I own interests in a number of ranches in several Western states. I've always been enthralled by the land, its energy, moods, preservation, and the way it involves and shapes the lives that play upon its stage.
My interest in writing stems from long ago, when I was nine. We were taking a family vacation to the Virgin Islands. St. John had just been declared a National Park and we planned a week of camping on the beach in part to celebrate my sisters third birthday. A mongoose ate her birthday cake, but that is yet another tale. As penance for my playing hooky, my fourth grade teacher assigned me the task of keeping a daily journal with the admonition that I would have to read it to the class upon return.
My journal was written on the wide blue lines of a tablet with the ancient thick blue ink of the old octagon pens. On my first day back in class, hands trembling, I read to my classmates and Mrs. Darling, my teacher. I had convinced myself that no one really wanted to hear a tale of our vacation. Much to my surprise when I looked up there was complete silence, mouths were gaped, eyes were riveted on me, and my teacher clapped. It was then I realized I could tell a story and people wanted to hear it. It was on that day long ago that I promised myself I would write books. I was later blessed with teachers that exhorted me to do so, helped me hone my skills, and with insistent prodding built my confidence level in my prose. I had a double major in college – Forestry and Journalism, with a specialty in editorial writing. Some of my short story compositions did well in competitions, such as the Hartford Courant. That was as far as my early writing progressed.
In an odd way the plight of the country and need to reach back to the touchstone of our history, along my fascinations with landscape photography eased me, finally, back into the writing. I have found new purpose and energy (not that I have ever lacked either) in my prose and photographic expression now that I have become cognizant of their synergy. They are both of the land, that unique American experience of property, and the stage upon which we and the characters in my novels line dance in a fleeting moment of existence, to then be replaced by the shoulder taps of successive generations. Now I write to share my mind's image and my love of and respect for the land, my heart convictions, and my sense of passion, universal energies, the American spirit, and principle with others.
The camera and the beginning of my Threads West manuscript side by side on the desk back in 2010 brought home a sudden realization several years ago. I am also a landscape writer as well as a landscape photographer. The land is as much a character in my books as it is the predominate image of my photos. It is my touchstone, and the foundation of our country.
When you read, what genre do you read? Do you have a favorite author?
My taste in genres is wide and varied. The magic of Harry Potter, the action and history of Mila 18, Exodus, Battle Cry, and The Young Lions by Leon Uris. The Old Man and the Sea, and For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway. The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane. These would be some of the works that I draw from stylistically. I have read each and every one of Louis L'Amour's Westerns; I have his entire collection. So, too, I devoured Larry McMurtry's stunning Lonesome Dove and Max McCoy's two Spur award winners, one of which is Hellfire Canyon, and his Indiana Jones novels (and movies). I am stunned, and thrilled to have his very rare endorsement on the cover of Maps of Fate.
Each book and author has contributed to my own craft of words and story, style and structure, some—like Uris and Hemingway—more than others. I read many of these books for the first time of a dozen re-readings in elementary school. Many is the night I would huddle under the blankets, dim light of the flashlight I had snatched from the kitchen tool bag, fading and flickering as morning approached. I eagerly turned pages of the books, once in a while poking my head out to study the approaching light from the East, filled with youthful resentment that my reading time was coming to an end for another night. After my previously recounted experience in class, I vowed to myself that, I, too would write novels, spin stories, furrow the brows of readers with empathy for the characters, and transport them into the arc of the tale.
You could say the genres of Romance, Historical Fiction, and Western chose me, and I chose them. A mutual love affair, no pun intended. I muse at times about this tremendous gift these men have given me without ever knowing it. I wonder —should I be so lucky as to enjoy even a modicum of their great and well deserved success—if readers of the Threads West series will read these books and make promises to themselves about writing their own novels. I surely hope that kind of energy springs from my novels. And so, threads will once again converge. There is a symmetry to it all that appeals to me. Writers inspire each other. No doubt about it!
Do you have any advice for aspiring authors?
I am intrigued by universal energies. As a rancher, I am drawn by the power of the land. As a man, I am intrigued by the energy of steamy passions and the enveloping flow of heart-felt romance. As an American, I am enamored of the unique spirit of America and her people, and the evolution of all these energies through the relatively short span of American History. Each author needs to choose those energies which call to them.
Yes, my novels are stories. But they have a message – about universal truths, about romance, the difference between sex and making love, the synchrony of true feelings, loyalties and passions, and the juxtaposing coldness of just the physical, the forced, or the ulterior motive.
I have an advantage when it comes to setting. Being a rancher and a cowboy affords me great familiarity with the varying landscapes of the West, many of which I’ve walked or ridden across. The setting, the physical environment and specific era, of a western, or any story, is all-important. For aspiring writers of any genre I would say, know your locations. Go there. Breathe it, smell it, see it, feel it, let the energy of the place speak to you, and then translate that energy into the written word. Create the theater in which your characters will act and interact. Build it and they will come. Most importantly – write! Get it on paper. Don’t get bogged down on sentences or paragraphs. Edit the forest, not the trees – leave “the commas” to a third set of eyes – your invaluable editor.
Was it easy for you to find a publisher?
Ah, the world of Publishers! From what these relatively new author eyes see, it is in a state of flux – rapid change – unparalleled opportunity.
I was approached early on by two large publishers all via contacts at conferences. I was gratified to get the interest, but not thrilled with the deal structure.
The end result, as the books have gained momentum is a joint-venture affiliation between one small, one medium and one huge publisher/distributor out of Wyoming, Texas and New York City, respectively. Each does what they do best – print, e-book, graphics, editing, “reach and penetration,” but a better deal for the books, and the author – though undoubtedly more coordination time and effort on the part of me and my direct author team. I believe hybrid deals of this nature involving several publishers with different “muscle” might well be the future. Time tells all tales!
6. Tell us about your books
I'm astounded by the success of the Threads West, An American Saga series. I am excited about the second book, Maps of Fate, just releasing on April 17th, because I think, and hope, that I've met my goal of surpassing the high bar set by the first novel. The readers will determine that!
Maps of Fate examines slavery, from the viewpoint of the slave—a race yearning to be fully American, totally free and self-determining. This is a theme which will carry over into Book Three, Uncompagrhe – where water turns rock red, releasing in late 2012. Through their eyes, of the Indians, the tragic story that is a sad, dark blotch on the pages of American history begins to unfold and will carry forward in the series.
And, of course, Maps of Fate follows the evolving life threads, passions, loves, disappointments, tragedies, romances, and in some cases the pathos filled, lethal experience of the characters which the readers of Book One seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed and bonded with. Their life threads hurtle through American history towards the cloth of their destinies and still subsequent generations of the series.
Maps of Fate releases nationally on April 17, at Barnes & Noble dot com, Amazon, Hastings, Barnes and Noble, and many fine independent bookstores around the country, plus a number of international locations. It will also be available on that date in Nook, and Kindle – iTunes to follow a few days later.
We are having a great Release Branding Day and contest, with terrific prizes beginning at 3am Pacific, ending at 12 midnight Pacific on the 17th. Everyone who has reserved a copy of the book on our sites (www.threadswestseries.com) or purchases a book that day may enter.
Then we have a special military release April 24 and 25 with a dollar a book going to veterans organizations. Lots more info coming on that after the 17th!
I hope these musings, albeit from a newbie author who freely admits he knows little and has much to learn, have been of some help or stirred some thought.
Thank you, Jessica, for this great opportunity to blog here on your site!
You are so very welcome Reid! It was so much fun having you on the blog today:)
Here's a little bit about Reid
Reid is fourth generation land and cattle. He owns
interests in nine ranches in the western states. His
long-standing devotion to wild and remote places,
fierce respect for the American Spirit and values, and
reverence for the people – both past and present—
who leave their legend and footprint upon America and
the West is the inspiration and descriptive
underpinning of all of his writing. Perhaps he says it
best:
“If your mind and spirit are seduced by images of
windswept ridge tops, flutters of aspen leaves
caressed by a canyon breeze, and the crimson tendrils
of dying sun…if your fingers feel the silken pulse of a
lover and your lips taste the deep kisses of building
passion…if nostrils flare with the conjured scents of
gunpowder and perfume, sage brush and pine, and
your ears delight in the murmur of river current…if
pride fills you at the snap of the stars and stripes in a
stiff breeze…if your heart pounds at the clash of good
and evil and with each twist and turn of interwoven
lives you feel a primal throb, then I have accomplished my mission.”—Reid Lance Rosenthal,
author of Threads West, An American Saga.
This passion fuels each novel in the widely acclaimed, #1 Best-Selling, multiple award winning
historical western romance series, Threads West, An American Saga. The sixteen-part saga
has been compared to McMurty’s Lonesome Dove, Michener’s Centennial and L’Amour (with
steam!) by reviewing authors and readers alike. Each ensuing book unfolds the riveting tale of
an emerging nation, an evolving west, and the land forged lives of the driven men and women
whose American spirit built and defended the nation. The western landscape, building of the
country, danger and passions weave personalities from uncommon origins into generational
tapestries of lust, duplicity, enmity, love and triumph. Threads West is the tale of the romance
and adventure of America, her people, her spirit and the West. “It is our story,” Reid whispers.
Then, raising his voice to match his passion, deep tones booming, he reminds us, “This is the
ongoing story of us.”
Drawing on his forty-year career in land and all types of locations, Reid has also written the
three volume narrative nonfiction book, Land For Love and Money, heralded as the first and
only book of its kind. Volume I releases on June 5, 2012. “Land, from the ground up,” Reid says,
“Love it, and let it grow your life.” For owners of land, and those who dream of owning land, this
book is filled with anecdotes from Reid’s own wealth of experiences which he employs to shows
us that if we love the land, that energy will flow back to us on many levels, including financial
abundance. Food for the soul – filler for the wallet.
Describe a typical day for you. What time of day do you usually write?
A Typical day? There is no such thing. The routine flows with seasons, altered by the demands of family, writing, and ranching.
I am laughing. My preferred writing atmosphere is pacing around the kitchen and living room, digital recorder in one hand, coffee in the other. A close second is the cozy interior cab of a one ton Ford as it screams down the highway from ranch to ranch, many of those trip durations of eight to ten hours. I would estimate that at least half of Threads West and a portion of Maps of Fate, was dictated driving at 90 mph -- and if any state trooper is reading this, I meant 75! Many times I've missed the next exit or turn, so engrossed had I become in the story the characters are whispering to me. On a few occasions my startled glance in the review mirror has revealed the winking lights of a patrol car. Generally the officer has asked me why I didn't pull over for the last thirty miles. The looks I get when I explain I am writing a book are priceless. All my writing is done via dictation. I can type -- matter-of-fact, around a hundred words per minute. Unfortunately, there are at least thirty typos per line. I've become somewhat infamous for my keys pounded with big paws hieroglyphic e-mails. Spell check takes longer than the original writing!
Five to eight in the morning, and eleven PM to three AM are my two most productive periods. I am both a night owl and an early bird. Sleep is nothing more than a necessary evil. I would prefer to be catching winks three days at a time, followed by six weeks without any rest. After the writing, the reality of daily life, business and the ranches takes over. Once in a while, after I've stepped through that time portal into the pages of the story, I'm reluctant to remove myself. On those occasions I can go three or four days without any sleep whatsoever. (Woe to those around me!)
How did you make the jump from rancher to author?
This author thing is akin to taking on a second full-time career. Time, energy, and focus are needed to run and operate the ranches, particularly when spread out over long distances. Fortunately I love that business too, and if affords me the opportunity to intertwine my passions and love of the land with a vocation. Ironically, it also gives me great fodder for writing backdrop, scenes, and places in which the action of the novels transpire.
I muse at times whether I am a rancher who writes, or a writer who ranches. In the most simple terms, I am just me. As with all others who share this planet, I have my shining, and less illustrious sides. I am a Triple-A type personality and with that comes both the good and less than good, inherent to those who suffer the same 24-7 demeanor. Yes, I am driven. I believe dreams are but the precursors of reality. One has only to make them so. I love the land, its special energy, solitude, space, and soul succor. Alone and far from others, whispers of canyon breezes playin' oh so gentle ’cross my cheek, the smell of earth, sage, leaves and horse sweat might just be the only time I truly relax. It is those moments, high atop a windswept ridge, rifle nestled in the leather of the scabbard, that I am transported to ten thousand years ago where I am a native sojourner, clad in a hide loincloth and carrying a spear in quest of fresh meat for the clan. It is cleansing, and real, this time machine of earth energy. The hum of it brings me back full circle to my very roots as a human being. These are the feelings of which I write, and they are universal in their truth of any historical era, though less realized today than at any other time in man's history.
I'm fourth-generation land and cattle. I own interests in a number of ranches in several Western states. I've always been enthralled by the land, its energy, moods, preservation, and the way it involves and shapes the lives that play upon its stage.
My interest in writing stems from long ago, when I was nine. We were taking a family vacation to the Virgin Islands. St. John had just been declared a National Park and we planned a week of camping on the beach in part to celebrate my sisters third birthday. A mongoose ate her birthday cake, but that is yet another tale. As penance for my playing hooky, my fourth grade teacher assigned me the task of keeping a daily journal with the admonition that I would have to read it to the class upon return.
My journal was written on the wide blue lines of a tablet with the ancient thick blue ink of the old octagon pens. On my first day back in class, hands trembling, I read to my classmates and Mrs. Darling, my teacher. I had convinced myself that no one really wanted to hear a tale of our vacation. Much to my surprise when I looked up there was complete silence, mouths were gaped, eyes were riveted on me, and my teacher clapped. It was then I realized I could tell a story and people wanted to hear it. It was on that day long ago that I promised myself I would write books. I was later blessed with teachers that exhorted me to do so, helped me hone my skills, and with insistent prodding built my confidence level in my prose. I had a double major in college – Forestry and Journalism, with a specialty in editorial writing. Some of my short story compositions did well in competitions, such as the Hartford Courant. That was as far as my early writing progressed.
In an odd way the plight of the country and need to reach back to the touchstone of our history, along my fascinations with landscape photography eased me, finally, back into the writing. I have found new purpose and energy (not that I have ever lacked either) in my prose and photographic expression now that I have become cognizant of their synergy. They are both of the land, that unique American experience of property, and the stage upon which we and the characters in my novels line dance in a fleeting moment of existence, to then be replaced by the shoulder taps of successive generations. Now I write to share my mind's image and my love of and respect for the land, my heart convictions, and my sense of passion, universal energies, the American spirit, and principle with others.
The camera and the beginning of my Threads West manuscript side by side on the desk back in 2010 brought home a sudden realization several years ago. I am also a landscape writer as well as a landscape photographer. The land is as much a character in my books as it is the predominate image of my photos. It is my touchstone, and the foundation of our country.
When you read, what genre do you read? Do you have a favorite author?
My taste in genres is wide and varied. The magic of Harry Potter, the action and history of Mila 18, Exodus, Battle Cry, and The Young Lions by Leon Uris. The Old Man and the Sea, and For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway. The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane. These would be some of the works that I draw from stylistically. I have read each and every one of Louis L'Amour's Westerns; I have his entire collection. So, too, I devoured Larry McMurtry's stunning Lonesome Dove and Max McCoy's two Spur award winners, one of which is Hellfire Canyon, and his Indiana Jones novels (and movies). I am stunned, and thrilled to have his very rare endorsement on the cover of Maps of Fate.
Each book and author has contributed to my own craft of words and story, style and structure, some—like Uris and Hemingway—more than others. I read many of these books for the first time of a dozen re-readings in elementary school. Many is the night I would huddle under the blankets, dim light of the flashlight I had snatched from the kitchen tool bag, fading and flickering as morning approached. I eagerly turned pages of the books, once in a while poking my head out to study the approaching light from the East, filled with youthful resentment that my reading time was coming to an end for another night. After my previously recounted experience in class, I vowed to myself that, I, too would write novels, spin stories, furrow the brows of readers with empathy for the characters, and transport them into the arc of the tale.
You could say the genres of Romance, Historical Fiction, and Western chose me, and I chose them. A mutual love affair, no pun intended. I muse at times about this tremendous gift these men have given me without ever knowing it. I wonder —should I be so lucky as to enjoy even a modicum of their great and well deserved success—if readers of the Threads West series will read these books and make promises to themselves about writing their own novels. I surely hope that kind of energy springs from my novels. And so, threads will once again converge. There is a symmetry to it all that appeals to me. Writers inspire each other. No doubt about it!
Do you have any advice for aspiring authors?
I am intrigued by universal energies. As a rancher, I am drawn by the power of the land. As a man, I am intrigued by the energy of steamy passions and the enveloping flow of heart-felt romance. As an American, I am enamored of the unique spirit of America and her people, and the evolution of all these energies through the relatively short span of American History. Each author needs to choose those energies which call to them.
Yes, my novels are stories. But they have a message – about universal truths, about romance, the difference between sex and making love, the synchrony of true feelings, loyalties and passions, and the juxtaposing coldness of just the physical, the forced, or the ulterior motive.
I have an advantage when it comes to setting. Being a rancher and a cowboy affords me great familiarity with the varying landscapes of the West, many of which I’ve walked or ridden across. The setting, the physical environment and specific era, of a western, or any story, is all-important. For aspiring writers of any genre I would say, know your locations. Go there. Breathe it, smell it, see it, feel it, let the energy of the place speak to you, and then translate that energy into the written word. Create the theater in which your characters will act and interact. Build it and they will come. Most importantly – write! Get it on paper. Don’t get bogged down on sentences or paragraphs. Edit the forest, not the trees – leave “the commas” to a third set of eyes – your invaluable editor.
Was it easy for you to find a publisher?
Ah, the world of Publishers! From what these relatively new author eyes see, it is in a state of flux – rapid change – unparalleled opportunity.
I was approached early on by two large publishers all via contacts at conferences. I was gratified to get the interest, but not thrilled with the deal structure.
The end result, as the books have gained momentum is a joint-venture affiliation between one small, one medium and one huge publisher/distributor out of Wyoming, Texas and New York City, respectively. Each does what they do best – print, e-book, graphics, editing, “reach and penetration,” but a better deal for the books, and the author – though undoubtedly more coordination time and effort on the part of me and my direct author team. I believe hybrid deals of this nature involving several publishers with different “muscle” might well be the future. Time tells all tales!
6. Tell us about your books
I'm astounded by the success of the Threads West, An American Saga series. I am excited about the second book, Maps of Fate, just releasing on April 17th, because I think, and hope, that I've met my goal of surpassing the high bar set by the first novel. The readers will determine that!
Maps of Fate examines slavery, from the viewpoint of the slave—a race yearning to be fully American, totally free and self-determining. This is a theme which will carry over into Book Three, Uncompagrhe – where water turns rock red, releasing in late 2012. Through their eyes, of the Indians, the tragic story that is a sad, dark blotch on the pages of American history begins to unfold and will carry forward in the series.
And, of course, Maps of Fate follows the evolving life threads, passions, loves, disappointments, tragedies, romances, and in some cases the pathos filled, lethal experience of the characters which the readers of Book One seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed and bonded with. Their life threads hurtle through American history towards the cloth of their destinies and still subsequent generations of the series.
Maps of Fate releases nationally on April 17, at Barnes & Noble dot com, Amazon, Hastings, Barnes and Noble, and many fine independent bookstores around the country, plus a number of international locations. It will also be available on that date in Nook, and Kindle – iTunes to follow a few days later.
We are having a great Release Branding Day and contest, with terrific prizes beginning at 3am Pacific, ending at 12 midnight Pacific on the 17th. Everyone who has reserved a copy of the book on our sites (www.threadswestseries.com) or purchases a book that day may enter.
Then we have a special military release April 24 and 25 with a dollar a book going to veterans organizations. Lots more info coming on that after the 17th!
I hope these musings, albeit from a newbie author who freely admits he knows little and has much to learn, have been of some help or stirred some thought.
Thank you, Jessica, for this great opportunity to blog here on your site!
You are so very welcome Reid! It was so much fun having you on the blog today:)
Here's a little bit about Reid
Reid is fourth generation land and cattle. He owns
interests in nine ranches in the western states. His
long-standing devotion to wild and remote places,
fierce respect for the American Spirit and values, and
reverence for the people – both past and present—
who leave their legend and footprint upon America and
the West is the inspiration and descriptive
underpinning of all of his writing. Perhaps he says it
best:
“If your mind and spirit are seduced by images of
windswept ridge tops, flutters of aspen leaves
caressed by a canyon breeze, and the crimson tendrils
of dying sun…if your fingers feel the silken pulse of a
lover and your lips taste the deep kisses of building
passion…if nostrils flare with the conjured scents of
gunpowder and perfume, sage brush and pine, and
your ears delight in the murmur of river current…if
pride fills you at the snap of the stars and stripes in a
stiff breeze…if your heart pounds at the clash of good
and evil and with each twist and turn of interwoven
lives you feel a primal throb, then I have accomplished my mission.”—Reid Lance Rosenthal,
author of Threads West, An American Saga.
This passion fuels each novel in the widely acclaimed, #1 Best-Selling, multiple award winning
historical western romance series, Threads West, An American Saga. The sixteen-part saga
has been compared to McMurty’s Lonesome Dove, Michener’s Centennial and L’Amour (with
steam!) by reviewing authors and readers alike. Each ensuing book unfolds the riveting tale of
an emerging nation, an evolving west, and the land forged lives of the driven men and women
whose American spirit built and defended the nation. The western landscape, building of the
country, danger and passions weave personalities from uncommon origins into generational
tapestries of lust, duplicity, enmity, love and triumph. Threads West is the tale of the romance
and adventure of America, her people, her spirit and the West. “It is our story,” Reid whispers.
Then, raising his voice to match his passion, deep tones booming, he reminds us, “This is the
ongoing story of us.”
Drawing on his forty-year career in land and all types of locations, Reid has also written the
three volume narrative nonfiction book, Land For Love and Money, heralded as the first and
only book of its kind. Volume I releases on June 5, 2012. “Land, from the ground up,” Reid says,
“Love it, and let it grow your life.” For owners of land, and those who dream of owning land, this
book is filled with anecdotes from Reid’s own wealth of experiences which he employs to shows
us that if we love the land, that energy will flow back to us on many levels, including financial
abundance. Food for the soul – filler for the wallet.
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