Summer Teen Reading Party! Welcome Barb Ehrentreu, author of "If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor" and a Boop Collector!

Today I welcome Barb Ehrentreu, author of
If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor

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About the Book:

Carolyn Samuels is obsessed with the idea of being popular. She is convinced that the only thing keeping her from happiness is her too heavy for fashion body and not being a cheerleader. When she is paired for a math project with the girl who tormented her in middle school, Jennifer Taylor, she's sure it's going to be another year of pain. Carolyn is blackmailed into doing her math homework and Jennifer takes on Carolyn as a pity project since she can’t be seen with someone who dresses in jeans and sweatshirt. Then Carolyn learns Jennifer’s secret and lies to her own friends to cover it up. Will Carolyn become a cheerleader and popular, or will she be a target of this mean girl again?



** I'm also at Barb's blog today talking about THE CORNER CAFE & my other stories. Stop by! **

What is your writing background?

I have written poetry for years and had two short stories published online. One is a children's story published on Story Station and the other is an adult story on Moondance.org. I have a Masters in Reading and Writing, K-12 and taught 17 1/2 years as well as being a Literacy Specialist.

What inspired this story?

My daughter was going through a period when she started being bulimic and she also felt bad about her body. There were a few books written from the POV of a person who had an eating disorder, but there were none about knowing someone who had one. So I decided to use this and wrote my character without an eating disorder who finds that this perfect girl for whom she had this love-hate had this problem.

Share your favorite line from the book.

Worse luck, I have to do it, not as the slender blonde beauty in my dream, but as the real Carolyn Samuels with my brown curly hair hanging like shriveled spaghetti, mud brown eyes, and a body too large for fashion.

What do you hate about your character?

Moving the blanket up to my nose, I say, “Mom, I can't stop
shivering, and my stomach and head hurt.”
She feels my head and looks at me with mother vision. “Carolyn,
did you think I'd fall for your tricks?”
I cringe. Now my stomach and head ache for real. Defeated, I climb
out of bed and get washed. I slip the hated outfit onto my body and glance at my bloated reflection in the mirror. It's too late to change. I’m stuck with this. If only I could be like Jennifer Taylor.

She is whiney and doesn't want to face her life. At the beginning of the story I don't like her at all.

On the opposite side, what do you like about your character?
I love how strong she is and how she manages to keep such a dark secret from both her parents and her friends.

When I'm not writing, I collect...
Okay, here is my secret. I love Betty Boop and collect the dolls in all sizes. I have them above my desk actually. I love anything Betty Boop and even had jeans with her on them. I also collect and love pictures and figures of lions. That makes sense, since I'm a Leo. I wear a lion's head around my neck.

Excerpt:

If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor - Free Chapter

Chapter One
I spot him walking toward my locker with a small box in one hand and a plastic fork in the other. My Crush! He hands me the box, and I open it. Inside is a piece of luscious chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. I look up into his blue eyes and give him the box so I can touch his cheek as I smooth his dark hair.

“You always know just what I like.”

He smiles and feeds me a forkful of cake. I don’t have to worry about eating it because I can eat anything I want and not gain weight. He places the cake box in my locker so he can put his arms around me.

The first bell rings in my ears. I ignore it because I’m thin and blonde and floating in the arms of my dark-haired crush. The other cheerleaders run up to us laughing and kidding around, and I’m about to speak. The ringing gets louder.

The dream evaporates, and I realize it’s the darn alarm piercing my sleep. Slamming my fist onto the snooze button, I get this nagging feeling. Then I remember. I have something to do. Worse luck, I have to do it, not as the slender blonde beauty in my dream, but as the real Carolyn Samuels with my brown curly hair hanging like shriveled spaghetti, mud brown eyes, and a body too large for fashion.

I see my new book bag is packed and ready by the door with the initials C. S. in blue, my favorite color. Suddenly it hits me, and I get this dizzy let-me-plop-on-the-pillow feeling. Freshman year of high school— first day. My brain is ready, but my body isn't. Jennifer will be there. Math class and Jennifer; gym class with Jennifer. My body curls into a fetal position, and I throw the covers over my head. Don’t faint Carolyn, I tell myself, panting.

The Corner Cafe: A Tasty Collection of Short Stories. Today's Featured Author Bob Sanchez

The blog tour for The Corner Cafe: A Tasty Collection of Short Stories (by BBT Cafe Authors) continues today with a stop at Bob Sanchez's blog.

What's The Corner Cafe You Ask?

Assorted stories featured at or around The Corner Cafe by 15 authors including Marian Allen, Shonell Bacon, Karen Casey Fitzjerrell, W.S. Gager, Helen Ginger, Dani Greer, S.B. Lerner, Audrey Lintner, Morgan Mandel, Maryann Miller, Bodie Parkhurst, Bob Sanchez, Mary Montague Sikes, Red Tash, and Christine Verstraete.

** In my story "Perfect Timing" by Christine Verstraete, a rescued pup helps cafe owner Gina Mason find love and thwart a would-be robber.

** Blog Stop: Today's featured author Bob Sanchez shares his blog with Stephen Tremp.

In Bob's story, "You Can't Be Too Careful," George prepares for the expected Y2K catastrophe.

The Corner Cafe Blog Tour

June 4 Blog Book Tours Kick-off Blog Book Tours Kick-Off
June 5 Bob Sanchez
June 6 Red Tash
June 7 Magic Dog
June 8 Heidi Thomas

June 11 Marian Allen
June 12 W.S. Gager
June 13 Here at Candid Canine - Chris Verstraete
June 14 Helen Ginger
June 15 Kathy Wheeler hosts Christine Verstraete

June 18 Morgan Mandel's Double M
June 19 Pat Bean
June 20 Shonell Bacon
June 21 Alberta Ross
June 22 Karen Casey Fitzjerrell

June 25 Pat Stoltey
June 26 S.B. Lerner
June 27 Maryann Miller
June 28 Mary Montague Sikes
June 29 Stephen Tremp

Welcome to The Corner Cafe! A Tasty Collection of Eclectic stories by Christine Verstraete, Morgan Mandel and others

Today is opening day at The Corner Cafe. Can't you just smell the coffee?

The Corner Cafe: A Tasty Collection of Short Stories (BBT Cafe Authors) offers an eclectic selection of stories from 15 authors.

Why hello, there's an author sitting in the corner. Oh there's another author. And look at the cute dog!

What! A dog in the cafe?

Well, in the adjoining room, at least. And this dog is special. In my story "Perfect Timing" by Christine Verstraete, a rescued pup helps cafe owner Gina Mason find love and thwart a would-be robber.

Enjoy all the stories! Check out the line-up and details at the Blog Book Tours blog.

Summer Teen Reading Party! Welcome Rebecca Ryals Russell, author of ODESSA, PROPHECY and HARPIES

Welcome Rebecca! Today author Rebecca Ryals Russell is offering an excerpt to her next book from her Seraphym Wars series, HARPIES, following ODESSA and PROPHECY (see details at end.)

* Chris Verstraete is also appearing today at Rebecca's blog so check it out! Talking about dogs and the latest story!

** AND---check the prizes being offered at the TEEN SUMMER READING PARTY!*

CONTEST: Be sure to comment at Rebecca's blog to be entered in her contest. See details here.

About the book:

HARPIES follows 15-year-old Griffen as he discovers why he has been transported from his home on the Outer Banks of South Carolina on Earth to a desolate beach somewhere on a foreign planet.

Accompanied by a talking bird, Griffen begins a quest to fulfill his role in a prophecy and find his way home. Joined by 12-year-old Seth, a strange fire-bug, and 14-year-old Mercy, a runaway with Empathic skills, Griffen learns to control his new ability to pull lightning from the sky at will—especially while battling demon-dragons and sea monsters who want them all dead. The trio, accompanied by an oddball Burrowing Elf, transport downriver toward an island Griffen keeps seeing in visions. Narciss has other plans for the three intrepid Vigorios, however, and Griffen discovers a brave side he never suspected he had—unless he was playing video games. But this turns out to be no game.

**Here's a Chapter Two excerpt from HARPIES:

I woke stiff, sore and damp.

The last thing I remembered was the ocean lapping up my legs as the tide came in. But I no longer lay in the water or even near the water. Coarse dune grass poked through my shirt itching the skin on my chest. Dry sand scratched my legs, arms and cheek. I blinked several times to clear the sleep-webs from my eyes. Nothing felt broken or even bruised as I curled one leg up then the other and examined my arms.

I sat up. Had I been struck by lightning last night? Did I fall asleep on the beach and dream the storm? Why hadn’t Mom come looking for me? She’d never let me sleep on the beach all night--she’d be too worried.

The leaden sky promised rain. Normally turquoise, the sea had turned a deep shade of gray—reflecting the dark sky. I looked down at the grass. I’d never seen this kind of grass before. It was coarse and grayish, like the sky and ocean. I plucked a blade examining it closely. Definitely not like the grass on my dunes at home.

The dunes at home. The thought startled me. Where was I if not home? Where was I sitting and how did I get there?

“Dracwald, Griffen Oisin Gilmore. More particularly, the Province of Toterra along the Planora Coast. Welcome,” a small shrill voice chirped into my ear.

I leapt to my feet and spun around. I was alone as far as I could see. Not another soul nor house existed. Where were the cottages lining the Outer Banks island in South Carolina where I lived?

Into my other ear the same shrill voice said, “You’re not looking in the right place.”
My head jerked up, gaze scouring the sky.

“I’m here,” the voice chirped into my right ear then instantly, “No, here,” into my other ear. My head flew back and forth until my eyes twirled in their sockets making me dizzy. I plopped onto the grass waiting to regain my equilibrium. A slight pressure settled on my shoulder. I jumped, my head whipping around.

A tiny gray bird about the size of a wren with plain, solid gray feathers sat preening. “Camouflage.” I glanced back at the oppressive sky, “For a mirage. How droll.”

“Indeed,” the mirage twittered.

I startled and the bird fluttered up then landed on my other shoulder. I spun my head, struggling to see him.

“Say something again.” I gaped, eyes wide.

“Better get a move-on or trouble will find you,” the bird obliged.



About ODESSA:
Myrna Ashlin Watts graduated from High School in Jacksonville, Fl just in time to find herself transported to a bizarre and primal planet corrupted by demon-dragons. And they want her DEAD. Her problem is she has been recruited to kill them, too.

Eighteen-year-old Myrna is drawn into the middle of an epic battle between Seraphym and Demons. Reluctantly, and knowing it is her only way to get back home, she agrees to lead, battling dragons and monsters while crossing swamps and mountains, forests and seas. She wrangles with the old inner demons when three very different men join her quest—a seasoned demon/dragon-slayer who irritates but beguiles her, a tender and sweet mentor in whom she trusts completely and a roguishly handsome Scientist who sets her senses aflame. How is she expected to lead the others and keep everyone safe with so much inner turmoil?

Will love and lust, jealousy, greed, deceit and distrust break the delicate tie that binds these teen warriors called The Vigorios? Can a troupe of teens help the Seraphym finally defeat the massive empire of evil dominated for eons by the demon-dragons of Dracwald?

About PROPHECY (77 pgs.):

Many millennia ago Laud asked for a volunteer to live on the planet of Dracwald and guard the Prophecy of Solsyl. Jeremiah Holyfield, immortal member of the Conscientia volunteered and for many years lives as the Reverend in a small village. The Prophecy of Solsyl tells of the demise of Narciss, the demon dragon who rules Tartarus. When Narciss learns of its existence he declares he will not stop hunting the Guardian until he has the Prophecy in his possession. When Reverend Jeremiah Holyfield’s village is burned to the ground by Narciss, he must traverse half the planet of Dracwald to protect the Prophecy of Solsyl. Along the way he discovers the value of friendship, forgiveness and love.

Summer Teen Reading Party! Welcome Jan Fischer Wade, author of VEILED VIRTUES

Today I welcome Jan Fischer-Wade, author of VEILED VIRTUES. (** Be sure to read to the end for her contest and prize!!)

**Visit Jan's blog today and comment for the contest (check details at end of this post first) then go to Jan's blog for more on my latest works. **

Thanks for having me on your site today Chris!

I want to know where everyone’s favorite place to read is, but also, where they usually end up reading. I love reading in bed, but I usually don’t have the time. I find I can read the most when traveling (on the plane or riding in a car). What about you?

I am having a blast with the Summer Teen Reading Party and I am so excited about this month long event! We’ve got lots of great books and authors there – many for $1.99 or less. I hope everyone visits! Make sure to read the rest of this post to find out how you can enter to win a $50 Barnes & Noble gift card!

This summer, I will be working on the finishing touches to the sequel to Veiled Virtues so I won’t have time to read much else. The sequel is entitled Latent Legacy and you can read more about it on my website listed below!

Here is a bit about my novel, VEILED VIRTUES:

When Paige Stewart left America to house-sit in England, her only thoughts were to get away from her controlling mother and to have fun. Little did she know that her working holiday would find her hearing eerie voices, experiencing alarming dreams and bleeding from old scars. Although Paige's differences confuse and disgust her, she opens up to the shopkeeper of a strange metaphysical store in town, where she finds much more than tarot cards and crystals. Soon, Paige is stalked like prized game. Relentlessly pursued, her holiday takes a turn for the eerie and dangerous. Her only saving grace may be a modern-day English knight who sweeps her off her feet and recognizes the true virtues the American teen unknowingly possesses.

Veiled Virtues is available at the following sites: Amazon OmniLit Smashwords MuseItUp Publishing Diesel Kobo BookStrand AmazonUK

Coming soon to Barnes & Noble and iTunes!!!

Never-before shared excerpt from Veiled Virtues: A visit to the town’s new age store, Magog’s….

“Come into Magog’s with me,” I challenged.

“My mum would kill me if I did,” Lydia said.

“Oh, come on. She won’t find out. Aren’t you curious?” I needled.

She stopped and looked at me. “All right, but only a quick run through, agreed?”

“Fine.”

We walked the short distance to Magog’s, and I pulled the door open to let Lydia go in first, but at that same instant, a very tall, broad man emerged from the store and startled us. With his long hair and physique, he looked like one of those professional wrestlers on television. He had an intense look about him, and Lydia and I exchanged glances when he passed us. What had he been shopping for in there? I was sure he wasn’t browsing for a fairy statue or aromatic candles.

We entered the store, and I immediately noticed a small group of people toward the back wall. Nathaniel, Avery, and Julia were talking together. Julia turned her head toward us first.

“Hello, Paige.” she called.

“Hey, Julia,” I said.

Nathaniel turned around quickly and walked toward us. “Hello, ladies. What a pleasure.”

“This is my friend, Lydia.”

“Delighted to meet you, Lydia” he said, his eyes bright with amusement. He shook her hand.

“Um, hi, uh, it’s nice to meet you, too,” Lydia stammered, and I grinned, recognizing the familiar effect of his close presence on one’s ability to speak intelligently.

“And this is my cousin, Avery,” Nathaniel said to Lydia, gesturing toward his cousin a few yards away, “and that is Julia,” he added.

Lydia nodded in their direction.

“We were out and about doing some shopping and thought we’d stop by,” I explained nonchalantly, but yearned to feel the warm glow Nathaniel’s close presence emitted.

“Hey, you guys didn’t clean out Fawn’s, did you?” Avery asked, noticing our sacks. “We’re heading over there in a bit,” she added, referring to herself and Julia.

“Trust me, we left you plenty,” I assured her. Avery had to be at least two sizes smaller than both Lydia and I.

Avery and Julia showed Lydia some necklaces, but the large sword mounted on the wall once again drew me in. It was hypnotically appealing, like it should mean something to me. I needed to touch it.

Nathaniel’s voice broke my concentration. “Avery, before you go to Fawn’s, I think you should give Paige a complimentary reading.”

“What?” I asked. Avery agreed to do it and Nathaniel winked as if I were in for a real treat.

From behind the counter, she pulled out a deck of cards and held them up. “Tarot card reading. Here, sit.” She pointed to the stool opposite her, and I complied.

About Jan’s giveaway:

Enter to win a $50 Barnes & Noble gift card!!! One lucky winner will be chosen from the commenters on her blog (including emails to her from non-Book Blogs members), "Likes" and "Shares" on Facebook and Tweets about her book, Veiled Virtues, or the Summer Reading Party site (include @veiledvirtues in your tweets!). It's that easy!!! She will be having other giveaways during the month on her blog as well, so make sure to visit it!

Summer Teen Reading Party: Welcome to Emerald Barnes, author of Piercing Through the Darkness and Read Me Dead!

It's another day for the fun Summer Teen Reading Party! (** NOTE: I'm also appearing today at Emerald's blog**)

Today I welcome Emerald Barnes, author of Piercing Through the Darkness and Read Me Dead.





About PIERCING THROUGH THE DARKNESS:

It’s on the edge of her memory like a word on the tip of her tongue, but Kandi can’t remember what it is to save her life.

Despite being a cop, Jimmy can’t protect Kandi from the one thing that haunts her. She’s in danger and doesn’t even know it. After it happened, her brain repressed her memories of the accident, and now, she’s taking a Biology class under a man who wants to see her dead. The memories have started coming back, and it feels like she’s miles away from him. How can he protect her when she doesn’t even know she needs protecting?

Can these characters pierce their way through the darkness?

About READ ME DEAD:

Alexia Wheaton’s problems go beyond picking a dress and a date for homecoming.

For seven years, Alex has lived with a painful memory - her parents' horrific murder. As the sole witness, she has kept quiet to protect herself, but when the local newspaper reveals her secret, Alex is plagued with fear that her parents' murderer will soon find her - and silence her forever.

Alex is catapulted into a race against time to save her own life and bring her parents' murderer to justice.

Emerald, thanks for stopping by. She's talking about something we've all faced one time or another. Read on - and be sure to go to the end to see how to win a copy of her books!


Criticism

Relatively small word, huge meaning. Criticism can be hurtful but if given in the correct manner, helpful.

As an author, I opened myself up to criticism. It was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do before. I don’t have a thick skin. I get hurt easily, and when someone downs something I love doing, I’m not going to lie, it hurts.

But, as it turns out, I’ve learned a lot over the past year based on some criticism I’ve received about Piercing Through the Darkness. I’ve listened and learned about some habits of mine that might exactly not work in a novel. I’ve learned that sometimes you have to ignore what things people say because they are too hurtful and not constructive at all.

I remember the first time I sat in a writing class. I poured my heart into a short story, the short story that Piercing Through the Darkness was based on. I turned it in and waited for my other classmates to read it and criticize it.

When that day came, I was a bundle of nerves. (Note: There were only six of us in our creative writing class.) Some of the feedback was very helpful; some of it not. When I made it to university and was taking the courses required to get my emphasis on Creative Writing, I was even more nervous. There were about 20 people who were reading my short stories.)

I got the work back with X’s on two or three pages not to mention countless other paragraphs marked out. My heart sank. I had marks on there that said, “NECESSARY!!!!!” “SERIOUSLY!!” I wanted to crawl under my desk and pretend that I wasn’t even there and that they weren’t talking to me.

In edits though, I realized they were right. What they had marked out wasn’t necessary. So, I edited and came out with a completely different story than when I began. A much better story.

As an author, we all know that edits are IMPORTANT whether you like them or not. Criticism may hit hard, and when they (whoever they are) say, you have to have a thick skin being a writer, they weren’t wrong.

I’m quickly growing a thick skin. Rejection letters, people who don’t like my novella – well, I can’t take it personally. People are going to hate what I write just as some will like or hopefully love it.

So, I take these not-so-good reviews and use them to my advantage. I’ll use them to make my writing better, and I’ll use them as a tool to keep myself humble when I hit it big. Okay, just kidding about that last part. But I will use them in order to make this year a better writing year than I did last year. I may not write three novels this year like last, but by gosh, I’ll write a dang good one!

That’s what I did for my new release, READ ME DEAD. I took what I learned from PIERCING THROUGH THE DARKNESS, and I kept that in mind while writing again. Don’t let it get to you though. Learn from your mistakes and move on. That’s all we can do in the end.

So, take that criticism and turn it upside down. Wait, that’s a smile. Take that criticism and make your writing better! It can’t hurt, right?


CONTEST: What’s the best criticism you’ve received? Tell me here in a comment and you could win a copy of each of my books!

Connect with Emerald Barnes:

* Website
* Blog
* Facebook

Corner Cafe Opens Soon! Check out the Cover!

I have a new story coming out in a fun new project called The Corner Café: A Tasty Collection of Short Stories, Edited by Dani Greer and Helen Ginger, with special assistance by Bob Sanchez, and cover design by Sherry Wachter. (check out the just released cover!)

Featured are stories by the following authors: Marian Allen, Shonell Bacon, Karen Casey Fitzjerrell, W.S. Gager, Helen Ginger, Dani Greer, S..B. Lerner, Audrey Lintner, Morgan Mandel, Maryann Miller, Bodie Parkhurst, Bob Sanchez, Mary Montague Sikes, Red Tash, and Christine Verstraete.

In my story, "Perfect Timing" by Christine Verstraete, a rescued pup helps cafe owner Gina Mason find love and thwart a would-be robber.

Summer Teen Reading Party! Welcome to Penny Estelle, children's author and solar pioneer!

Today I welcome author Penny Estelle who's turned her 21-years of writing all the principal's notes as a school secretary to writing her own stories in ebook form. She did start that "Great American Novel" way back then, stuck it away, and came back to writing again—35 years after she retired. Now there's perseverance!

** Go to the SUMMER TEEN READING PARTY for prizes and more!**

Estelle originally wanted to write romance but found her niche in writing for kids. She now has three stories out. In BILLY COOPER'S AWESOME NIGHTMARE (coming JUNE 1), 7th grader Billy thinks he'll skate by on his oral report on some William Tell guy. All that changes when he meets the 14th century legend in person. BUY: (June 1) MuseItUp Publishing














In HIKE UP DEVIL'S MOUNTAIN, it's every kid's dream come true when the school bully Jason Crew turns into—a toad!! Now 10-year-old Andy Thompson and Jason's brother Danny have to reverse the spell, by hiking up that dreaded mountain—if they survive.

BUY: Solstice Publishing



In A FLOAT DOWN THE CANAL, 12-year-old Pam Simpson has to babysit her brother, his friend, and entertain her prissy cousin, Candy, whom she doesn’t even like. Their float down the canal to get to the pool turns the day from horrible to the best of her life. BUY: Smashwords

Her other story, a bit different, is nonfiction about living green and using solar power in SOLAR – ONE FAMILY'S REALITY. Solar – One Family’s Reality BUY: Smashwords.

Talking with Penny Estelle:

What inspires you?

My inspiration comes when I see or hear something that triggers a story idea for me. Once I get an idea and start to form the story, I want to get it down on paper right away because if I don’t, the idea will be gone the next day.

What inspired this story/book?

For Hike Up Devil’s Mountain, I saw my grandson playing with a certain mythical beast. I came up with a great, surprise ending of a story – and all I had to do was come up with a beginning and a middle!

What's your favorite line from the book?

My favorite line is at the end, but that would give the whole surprise away, soooo I am going with this one. The bully is somehow turned into a toad. They decide to try saying a spell that might turn him back.

“Okay, okay, just let me think for a minute,” Andy said. After a few seconds he pointed the stick and said, “Here sits a toad where there once was a boy, so please turn him back,” then there was a pause as he tried to think of a word that rhymed with boy, “so we could feel joy!” Andy’s eyes lit up with pleasure for making up the great spell.

If I wasn't writing, I'd be....

We live on 54 acres and believe me, there is always a project going on – normally something outside! We also do a lot of four-wheeling and exploring. We have tons of dirt roads everywhere and though we have lived there almost three years, we haven’t even scratched the surface on checking them out!

Besides writing, I'm...

... Kind of embarrassed to say it, but I am a jigsaw puzzle junkie. This is sometimes a downfall as until a started puzzle is done, most everything else stops. And…um…is gambling a hobby?

Do you include your hobby/interests in your work?

It’s funny you should ask - I just finished a puzzle that was of a mean looking wizard that glowed in the dark. I have an idea forming in the back of my head that involves a wizard trapped in a jigsaw puzzle!

Tell us about your pet/s:



Truth be told, I am not a huge animal lover. When we moved to our property, I wanted a dog so she could bark, alert us if anything was amiss outside during the night, as I am not a lover of the dark either! We ended up getting a 3-year old black Lab. Afterwards we found out she was abused in a puppy mill. She was terrified of anything and everybody. It didn’t take long at all for her to warm right up to my husband and me, but when anybody comes over, she goes right to her corner and doesn’t come out until they are gone.

She has managed to weasel her way into my heart and is now my walking partner wherever I go! Oh yes – and in the three years we have had her, she has probably barked 10 times! Oh well, what are you going to do?

Peregrine Falcon Nest Webcam - See the Babies!

What a difference a few days makes! You can see the three babies now. Getting big! One egg didn't hatch though. See the webcam.

Welcome Peg Herring, author of DEAD FOR THE MONEY, Book 2 of the Dead Detective Mysteries

Welcome back to Peg Herring, author of the new
Dead for the Money (The Dead Detective Mysteries) Be sure to check out her contest below! (And the cool book cover!)

Schedule: Peg Herring’s Blog Tour for May (and one post in June) consists of a mix of interviews with Seamus, the Dead Detective, and posts on writing. Yesterday’s stop was at the LL-Publications blog, who publish the Dead detective Mysteries. The next stop is on May 15 at Terry O'Dell's blog.. The full schedule is posted here. When the tour is over (June 11), the complete Seamus interview will be posted there as well.

Prizes: People who comment on any blog post on the tour will be entered in drawings for several prizes: Dead Detective T-shirts, copies of THE DEAD DETECTIVE AGENCY and DEAD FOR THE MONEY (paperback or e-books available), and the chance to be a character in the third of the series DEAD FOR THE SHOW. Multiple winners will be drawn.



About the Book::

When Seamus is asked to take a detective-in-training along on his next investigation, he reluctantly agrees. Mildred seems nice enough, but it quickly becomes clear that she has her own way of looking at things.

William Dunbar thinks he was pushed off a cliff overlooking Lake Michigan, and he fears his beloved grandson Bud might be blamed. Delving into the secrets of family and staff, Seamus sees no one who benefits except Bud. He also detects an undercurrent between Bud and Scarlet, the tutor who works with Dunbar’s grand-daughter, Brodie. She’s done wonders with the girl but seems antagonistic toward Bud.
Then Brodie disappears and Seamus must do what he can to help her despite weather, greed, false leads, and the interference of the partner who is supposed to be helping him.

A Dead Guy Talks about You Part 5

By Peg Herring

First, I’d like to thank Chris for inviting me to Candid Canine again.

Interviewer: We’re talking with Seamus, a cross-back detective who returns to earth to investigate murders for the victims. Now, Seamus you invade the mind of a host, a living person, and try to learn his or her secrets. You can’t, however, read their minds, so you have to piece things together. Have I got that right?

Seamus: Right.

Interviewer: What if the mind you enter is abnormal?

Seamus: That makes things even harder. If a person’s fuzzy from alcohol or drugs, obsessed, or extremely angry, the mind is kind of off track. It makes it hard for us to be in there; they can actually eject us. Even if we manage to stay, it’s difficult to get a clear idea of the person’s intentions or memories.

Interviewer: If you believe your host is a threat to others, what do you do?

Seamus: We can try to distract him, which works for a while.

Interviewer: Distract him how?

Seamus: In normal circumstances, I stay still and quiet in a host’s mind in order to let him or her function normally. Hosts feel a little sick from the extra presence, but they’re able to go on. If I want to make trouble, I holler, move around, and generally make a pest of myself. That makes a host feel nervous, sick to his stomach, and very agitated.

Interviewer: Sounds nasty.

Seamus: The problem is that a determined host will adjust fairly quickly. They aren’t incapacitated or anything like that. And sometimes they just get angrier.
Interviewer: So if that doesn’t work, what do you do?

Seamus: My next move in a dangerous situation would be to jump to the victim. I might be able to warn him, get him to run away or defend himself.

Interviewer: You don’t make him sick?

Seamus: He’ll have the slightly ill feeling, but with someone I want to help, I speak quietly and communicate a simple message, like “Turn right,” or “Look!”

Interviewer: You can’t tell them “That man is going to try to kill you”?

Seamus: (Chuckles) How would you react if a voice inside your head said that?

Interviewer: Oh. I see what you mean. I’d think I was going crazy.

Seamus: Right. A whisper the person can accept as his own mind telling him something. Most people say they had a hunch or a premonition.

Interviewer: But it’s really you, looking out for your host.

Seamus: Not every time, of course. But you’d be surprised.

Excerpt:

Seamus moved to where William Dunbar stared into the void as if searching for something. If Dunbar did not know who killed him, life had left him with a bitter question: who? And if he knew who had done it, the question might be even more difficult: why?

“You’re the detective?”

“Yeah.”

The man rubbed the railing with a fingernail. “I’m trying to make up my mind about all this.”

Seamus waited. It was not his way to press, though in his view, it was better to know. At least, for most.

“What did they tell you about me?” Dunbar asked.

“Not much. I guess they figure it’s your story to tell.”

He shrugged helplessly. “I was relaxed, focused on the water. Suddenly I was falling. I felt the resistance of the wooden fence rail against my stomach. My legs left the ground. I grabbed for the rail, but I was too late. I was over the fence before I could even call for help. My shoulder hit the ground on the other side.” His jaw jutted, lips tight, but he continued. “My reflexes were too slow, my body too stiff, my mind too overcome. At forty, even at sixty, I might have saved myself, but—”

Disgust tinged his voice. “It’s like they say. Old age isn’t for sissies.” He turned once more to face Seamus. “One thing I am sure of, though. I did not fall over that fence. I was pushed.”