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Friday, October 3, 2014

Tasty Genre Samples

Authors often write across genres. Today's meme offers a chance to highlight our works beyond romance.

In comments, share a blurb or excerpt up to 300 words. Be sure to add your website/blog link and one link to where your books can be found. Example: Your Amazon Author's Page.

 
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8 comments:

J. C. Conway said...

MEDICINAL NEED -- a short western tale within a tale with a fantasy/irony taste, available for $0.99 on Kindle.

The story starts:

Luke heard the ricochet and saw the rock spark less than a wink before hot pain seized him.

Ned hooted at Zeke. “That was just the worst shot I ever seen!”

“’Twarn’t my fault!”

“Ain’t nobody else’s!”

Luke couldn’t discern the words or their meaning. The banter seemed just a foolish skit on the far side of a hazy canyon. Only searing agony was immediate—a burning weight imbedded in his chest. He teetered back against the cold stone face he’d been leaning against when the shot rang, afraid now to budge. Any movement would make it worse.

Luke heard Rex arrive, storming from the direction of the wagon. “God damn it! If you knuckleheads spook the cattle I’m gonna dock you both for the day we lose dealin’ with it!”

Luke felt his back slip to the right. Not enough friction against the stone. Oh, God Almighty, don’t let me fall! He tried to press harder. But the effort intensified his distress. He closed his eyes.

“Rex?” he tried. His voice fell quietly to nothing. To be heard he’d need more force. He steeled himself. “Rex!”

Rex’s distant rant halted.

“I’m hit,” Luke managed...

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Things look bad for Luke, and the trail boss has only one solution--a bourbon elixir he explains is from generations back, prepared by a mysterious spellcaster.
Available at: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NYO2IRC
Hope you like it.
http://jcconway.com

Vijaya Schartz, author said...

SNATCHED, Science fiction with romantic elements by Vijaya Schartz
http://amzn.com/B004QZ9V78

"All sexual relations have been abolished in these parts," the synthetic voice volunteered.

"Abolished?" Zania stifled a nervous chuckle as she kept walking. "It doesn’t make much sense."

"The tendencies that bring sexual passions, or passions of any kind, also breed violence, and all violence has been bred out of the citizens of this Earth. It is the price they pay for lasting peace and safety."

The concept sounded so foreign, Zania started to suspect she had wandered into delirium. She must have lost her mind. "Did you say Earth?"

"That’s what the natives call their planet."

The natives? So her captors were from some other place? From space? Zania slowed down but remembered she had to keep walking in order to get answers.

"This Earth is different from yours. It survived. Your native planet is long gone."

"Gone?" How could a planet be gone? "What do you mean?"

"Gone as in destroyed, reduced to interstellar dust, volatilized."

Zania couldn’t accept that. The idea that Earth as she knew it was no more bothered her beyond belief. "When did that happen? How long have I been unconscious?"

"Your battle happened one thousand, three hundred and thirty one Earth years ago," the voice stated with confidence.

"What?" Zania’s legs turned to mush. Something in her gut told her it was the truth. Her father, her brothers, her cheating boyfriend, all dead... They never found her body, declared her MIA. "How is that possible?"

Andrea Cooper said...

Son of Dragons Book 2 Legends of Oblivion series - Fantasy & Paranormal Romance

In a time of false peace, the dead rise as soldiers for the Warloc's scheme. For thousands of years he has stood ready for the final battle. Though the witch and her cursed Elvin have destroyed his physical body, now with his protégé, he has honed a new way to wage war.

Shunned by her own people and weary-hearted from centuries of lost loves, Elvin warrior Mirhana scours the land to silence the undead. Her heart has turned as cold as the sword she wields, until a prince seeks her aid.

Never has Prince Landon met a woman like Mirhana. Both beautiful and deadly, she haunts his dreams. The battle at hand becomes more enchanting than fighting to remain true to his unseen betrothed.

When a traitor emerges, new alliances are tested and the only remaining hope is to follow the prophecy and find the . . . Son of Dragons.

Thank you.
Andrea R. Cooper
www.andreaRcooper.com

BuyLink: http://amzn.com/B00JX12L1I

JoAnne Myers said...

From my poetry collection, "Poems About Life, Love, and Everything in Between"

YOUR SO-N-SO

I take you home in the pour’n rain.
Someone to talk too, is who I am.
Don’t have no name though.
I’m just your so-n-so.
You tell me your secrets.
Your every little thought.
I am your buddy.
and your confidant.
Don’t have no name though.
I’m just your so-n-so.
When you’re out drink’n,
and feel’n blue.
You call me up.
That’s what you do.
A shoulder to cry on.
When things go wrong.
I was that someone,
you counted on.
Don’t have no name though.
I’m just your so-n-so.

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Website: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com

Jacqueline Seewald said...

Hi,

Currently on Amazon, SteameReads offers two of my sizzling hot historical romances: THE CHEVALIER mostly set in the Highlands of Scotland and TEA LEAVES AND TAROT CARDS, a paranormal Regency recommended by Jayne Ann Krentz.
I have a new romantic suspense mystery thriller out from Perfect Crime entitled THE BAD WIFE (theme similar to GONE GIRL).
But the novel which is most recent of all is entitled THE DEVIL AND DANNA WEBSTER, a YA paranormal romance not just for teens. Here's the beginning excerpt:

When my mother talked about Lori, she always got a funny look in her eye — not ha-ha funny but strange funny. When I was little, I never understood. As I got older, I wondered more about Lori, but I hardly ever asked because it just seemed to make my mother sad.
Lori was locked away in my mother's past life like the things in the old attic trunk. I wondered about them too. But Mom would always say when I asked her to open the trunk that the past was best forgotten. Yet, every now and then, I would say something or do something that made her sigh and exclaim: "You remind me so much of Lori!"
Not long ago, I was sitting on the living room couch reading a novel I found on the bookshelf. My mother walked into the room and gasped.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
She stared at me for a moment and shook her head. "No, but for a moment, it seemed like I was looking at Lori. I remember when she read Rebecca. She loved to read old-fashioned romances."
"Mom, what happened to Lori?"
"Danna, I'd rather not talk about her. It only brings back sad memories."
"Sure, except I didn't bring it up."

Jacqueline Seewald
jacquelineseewald.blogspot.com

Not just for teens!
THE DEVIL AND DANNA WEBSTER published by Astraea Press
http://www.amazon.com/Devil-Danna-Webster-Jacqueline-Seewald-ebook/dp/B00JZYXW7K/

Barb Caffrey said...

Today's mixed-genre share is the anthology HOW BEER SAVED THE WORLD, edited by Phyllis Irene Radford. My story, "On the Nature of Veffen," is included (veffen being an alien type of beer, as every story in this anthology deals with beer, and must have a fantasy or SF slant).

Here's the beginning of "On the Nature of Veffen:"

“To veffen! Beer by any other name!” Betsy Carroll, the Terran Ambassador to N’Ferra, cried.

Vkandwe Asayana—or Scholar Asa as Betsy liked to call him—smiled, pushed his mug against hers, and took a sip. “Refreshing, isn’t it? A cool, dark beer on a warm day... what could be better?” He settled his great mottled wings on his back, adjusted his brown half-cape decorously, and leaned forward over the wooden bench. “Would you like to see how veffen is made?” His dark eyes, usually so luminous, were grave.

But Betsy took no notice of this. “Would I!” No human had ever seen how veffen was made. The N’Ferrans considered it sacred.

Yet, fortunately for the humans, the N’Ferrans did share their veffen, even exporting a small amount for a ridiculously high price. Most humans believed veffen to be akin to a rich Irish stout, even though it had a taste all its own that was rich, nutty, and bitter as all dark beer, yet with a hint of entrancing sweetness.

“I have an invitation to the next veffen —making ceremony.” Asayana’s lips twitched with something that wasn’t a smile. His four-fingered hands stayed folded and his wings were quiescent, which was never a good sign. “You might say I’m ‘requested and required’ to be there. My people say it’s time.”

“I don’t understand,” Betsy said. “Does the making of veffen require a specific time?”

“Not exactly,” Asayana said. “But you’ll find out more at the ceremony. I’ve been told I can only share so much information with you prior to that time.” He looked away, as if in embarrassment. “I’m truly sorry.”

“Your people are that stiff regarding the making of veffen?” Betsy looked closely at her friend, the first N’Ferran who’d ever shown interest in learning more about the humans and their ways. But Vkandwe–Scholars–were legendary in their fearlessness, at least on this world. “Why should the making of veffen be so shrouded in secrecy, anyway?”

Something wasn’t right about all this.

* * * * * snippet ends * * * * *

Buy link: Amazon (US): http://www.amazon.com/Beer-Saved-World-Irene-Radford-ebook/dp/B00CK69RTW

SkyWarrior Books website: http://www.skywarriorbooks.com/

Author website: http://elfyverse.wordpress.com

Maggie Bonham said...

“I knew you were bad luck,” the captain said. “Get off my boat.”
The wind snarled in reply, tearing the words from the old seafarer’s mouth as soon as he spoke them, leaving Shadowhelm to wonder if he had heard right. The rain pelted, cold and hard against his skin, soaking him despite the heavily-oiled cloak. He stared at the old Ansgar captain in disbelief, and glanced around at the others for support, but saw none in their weary faces. “I paid for passage to Kinamac—you agreed to take me there.”
“That was before I knew what you were, Witch. Had I known Einar had taken in a Shara’kai demon, I wouldn’t have agreed…”
A wave crashed over the bow and pitched the ship sideways. Shadowhelm scrambled to keep his footing along with the sailors, grasping onto one of the rails. The ship rolled hard in the other direction, trying to keep upright. Men’s shouts and shrill horse neighs added to the cacophony on deck.
The sky churned with ugly black clouds, casting the day almost as dark as night. Lightning crackled from cloud to cloud and from cloud to sea and thunder shook the longship as it bobbed helplessly in the gale.
Shadowhelm swallowed hard, glancing at the roiling sea. He had left home to become a sword-for-hire, only to find himself on a ship full of superstitious sailors ready to throw him overboard. He was fit and strong for a Shara’kai, an Eleion half-blood, but he was seventeen and hadn’t gain the muscle or mass adulthood brought. The Ansgar men were stronger and the lightest man there had thirty pounds on him.
They weren’t far from land, but Shadowhelm couldn’t swim to shore in those choppy seas. “Listen, I’m sure it’s just a fluke—the weather is always bad around Havenwood…”

My website is http://www.skywarrior.com/

You can purchase the book at http://tinyurl.com/daemonsandshadows

Rosemary Morris said...

The Captain and The Countess

Why does heart-rending pain lurk in the back of the wealthy Countess of Sinclair’s eyes?

Captain Howard’s life changes forever from the moment he meets Kate, the intriguing Countess and resolves to banish her pain.

Although the air sizzles when widowed Kate, victim of an abusive marriage meets Edward Howard, a captain in Queen Anne’s navy, she has no intention of ever marrying again.

However, when Kate becomes better acquainted with the Captain she realises he is the only man who understands her grief and can help her to untangle her past

The Captain and The Countess by Rosemary Morris. 80% off £0.77p $1.25

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