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Saturday, 26 July 2014

HUG A BOOK with Forever Fredless by Suzy Turner

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Forever Fredless

Meet Suzy

Suzy Turner has worked as a journalist, assistant editor, features editor and magazine editor. Early in 2010 however, she began writing full time and has
since completed six books for young adults (the Raven Saga and The Morgan Sisters series) and one chick lit novel, Forever Fredless.
Although Suzy is a Yorkshire lass at heart, she left her home town of Rotherham, UK, to move to Portugal with her family when she was ten. The Algarve
continues to be her home, where she lives with her childhood sweetheart and husband of 15 years, Michael, and their two neurotic dogs and a cat who thinks
she's a princess.

Blurb for Forever Fredless

Kate Robinson has spent the past two decades yearning to find her soul mate, the boy she found and then lost during a family holiday.
Shortly after her twenty-eighth birthday, however, she inherits a fortune from an old family friend and becomes something of an overnight celebrity. Can her new-found fame lead her to him after all this time?

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Forever Fredless

Thank God for anti-perspirant, I thought as I sat on the couch and waited for the countdown to begin. I clutched at my hands until they were white and looked across at the two people sitting opposite, both completely at ease in front of the cameras.
Five, four, three, two, one...
'Welcome back to this morning's edition of Good Morning GB,' announced Ireland Rothschild, the blonde-haired, blue eyed darling of morning TV.
'I'm here with Fergus O'Reilly and we've a special guest with us this morning. None other than Britain's love-struck multi-millionaire, Kate Robinson.
Welcome, Kate,' she said with a dazzling smile aimed more towards the camera than at me.
As my cheeks began to heat up, I was so grateful to the make-up artist, who had insisted on caking on the foundation before the show had started. In fact, I had so much make-up on that I was hoping once I'd removed it, nobody would recognise me when I headed to the airport in my now rather stupidly chosen car. I couldn't exactly blend in driving a pink Mini could I?
'Good morning,' I whispered shyly.
Fergus grinned back at me, tilting his head as if he was about to speak to a child. 'Now, tell us, Kate dear, how does it feel to never have to worry about money ever again?' he asked, his toothpaste advert  teeth twinkling beneath the heat of the studio lights.
'Erm, well, I guess it's... erm, kind of... erm,' I felt so bloody stupid. Great time for my brain to stop working. 'I - erm. Great,' I nodded. 'Great, really great.' Idiot.
Ireland glanced across at her grey-haired colleague and pouted before nodding. 'Tell us how you knew this man. This,' she glanced down at the iPad on her lap and continued, 'Samuel?'
I cleared my throat and lifted my head, feeling like my brain was back in action. 'He was a very good friend of the family, some years ago,' I answered.
'Just a friend? Why did he leave you all his money and his property?' asked Fergus.
'He didn't have any family and I guess you could say that my mother and I were the closest he ever had to a family.'
'Isn't that lovely?' pouted Ireland. 'You certainly are a lucky woman. But what about your mother? Didn't she receive any of his inheritance?'
'No,' I said before swallowing hard. 'My mother lives a rather... nomadic lifestyle, in Africa. She doesn't want any of it. All she asked of me was to donate a sum to charity which, of course, I have done.'
'She lives in Africa? A nomadic lifestyle? That sounds intriguing. Perhaps we should interview her one of these days,' laughed Ireland and Fergus together.
'Have you splashed out on anything since receiving your inheritance back in June?' they asked, leaning forward eagerly awaiting my answer.
'Yes I have actually. I bought a car and a new house.'
'Well good for you, Kate. But now, most of us are curious about this boy you lost. Tell us about him?'
Oh no. Why did I agree to this?
Taking a deep breath, I knew I had no choice. Several articles had been printed since the one in Liberty; everyone wanted to know more and nobody was going to leave me alone until I told them everything.
'He was just a boy who I had a connection with when I was much, much younger. It was at Skegness. At an afternoon disco for kids. I was dancing and I felt someone touch my back and when I turned around there he was.  The most beautiful boy I'd ever seen,' I said, stopping and smiling as I reminisced. ‘It was one of the happiest memories of my life.'
Sighing, I continued, 'We just looked at each other and it was like everything else just disappeared into the background. We stood staring, for what seemed like ages. I could barely move. And then, almost as soon as it had begun, my dad appeared and took me away. I couldn't do anything as we walked to the car. I looked around for the boy but he was gone. And then, just as we were driving away, I turned around in my seat and there he was. He had a daffodil in his hand. I always assumed he'd gone to pick it for me, but that's just a childish fantasy, I guess. The whole thing is probably nothing but a childish fantasy, really.'
Ireland was very carefully dabbing at her eyes with a tissue, pretending to be moved, while Fergus smiled sadly.
'What a beautiful story, Kate. I don't believe for one second that this is a childish fantasy. It's romantic and beautiful,' Ireland said.
'Now, tell us, Kate. Why did you call him Fred?' asked Fergus.
Smiling, I explained about the Right Said Fred song, just as the music began in the background.
'What a wonderful tale. Thank you, Kate, for joining us today. It's been a pleasure having you with us to share your story,' said Fergus.
'Thank you,' I whispered before the camera moved back to Ireland as she straightened her skirt and looked alluring. 'Do you remember this moment in time?'
she asked. 'Are you the elusive Fred? We'd love to hear from you. You can contact us at...'
Before I could hear anything else, I was ushered off the couch and back behind the scenes where Jo stood, waiting patiently for me, with open arms.

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Thursday, 24 July 2014


My novel TALL DARK AND KILTED – Notting Hill Meets Monarch of the Glen - is currently on Amazon Kindle Countdown and has been running for a couple of days. This isn’t the first countdown deal I’ve organised so it’s worth sharing my findings on the scheme in the hope that it might help other writers.  When Amazon offered Countdown to indie authors last September I was quick to jump on the bandwagon. In those days, Amazon actively promoted Countdown on their front page(s) and had a ticking clock saying how many days and hours the promo had left to run. First time ‘out’ I sold over 600 copies of Tall Dark and Kilted – and at 70% of 99p I was very happy - thank you Amazon. Then, as with all good things, it came to an end. Or I should say, it changed. The Countdown offer is still out there but is now harder for readers to find your novel in the mangrove swamp of books out there.
So, how can they find Countdown, your novel and purchase it?
I direct them to the Countdown deal and Tall, Dark and Kilted - Notting Hill Meets Monarch of the Glen, using the following link on Twitter, Facebook Pages etc.
Or, if they’re savvy, they can go through their kindle and scroll through the top 100/640+ titles until they find a novel they like (hopefully your novel). A bit hit and miss in my opinion. Alternatively, they can go onto the main Amazon Kindle page, scroll down to COUNTDOWN and narrow the search using the categories provided. (see first photo) If you’re lucky and your novel is selling well, you will appear high up on the list. That’s where Tall Dark and Kilted is currently sitting - under the category HIGHLANDERS.     

The refining of categories is something I hadn’t noticed before but it’s well worth authors noting the categories and what sells well for when they’re marketing future novels. As we all know, the cover and the title is what draws the reader to your book in the first place.
For example, I didn’t realise how fundamental it is to have HIGHLANDER somewhere in the title of a novel about Scotland. Apparently, that is what many readers (particularly Americans) type into the search bar. My next novel will be titled: Scotch on the Rocks (subtitle) – a contemporary romance set in the Highlands of Scotland. Or something along those lines.
I won’t go into the rules and regs regarding putting your book on Countdown. You can find that on the Amazon website. But here are a few tips which have worked for me.

     Before I put my book up there I look to see if the list is swamped with contemporary romances. If it is, I keep my countdown promo for another week
·        Put your book on promo around about Tuesday (remember, it takes about 24 hours for it to go ‘live’). That way, it can gather a head of steam so that, by the weekend, it will be higher up the charts and more visible to readers

·        Promo for all your worth. You HAVE to stand out. So use Twitter, Facebook Pages, hashtags, recruit your friends to retweet for you etc. ALWAYS return the favour
·        Tweet/promo in the morning (UK), afternoon (east coast USA) and evening
·        Don’t be shy about putting your Amazon ranking in your promotional tweets etc. You’ve worked hard to get there, so be loud and proud - shout it out
·        I don’t bother to change the price for the length of the promo these days. I keep it at 99p – but the choice is yours
        Finally, I keep the book at 99p for about a week after the promo, just to draw in a few more readers – although, of course I don’t get 70% of the price during that time
·        When your promo is finished, put your book back up to £1.99 and wait another three months and repeat

Here’s are some sample tweets (I also include a photo of book cover wherever possible)
#TallDarkandKilted #kindlecountdown £0.99 for 5 days've gotta lurve a man in a kilt! #share #bookbuzzr #
#TallDarkandKilted #kindlecountdown  £0.99 #1 Highlander novel   #share #bookbub #BYNR
Finally, don’t forget, if you put your tweet online via your pc. That way you can ‘pin’ your tweet to the top of your twitter feeds to make it more visible. I don’t think you can do this on your iphone or tablet, but I stand to be corrected.

Good luck.


Fliss Bagshawe longs for a passport out of Pimlico where she works as a holistic therapist. After attending a party in Notting Hill she loses her job and with it the dream of being her own boss. She’s offered the chance to take over a failing therapy centre, but there's a catch. The centre lies five hundred miles north in Wester Ross, Scotland. Fliss’s romantic view of the highlands populated by Men in Kilts is shattered when she has an upclose and personal encounter with the Laird of Kinloch Mara, Ruairi Urquhart. He’s determined to pull the plug on the business, bring his eccentric family to heel and eject undesirables from his estate - starting with Fliss. Facing the dole queue once more Fliss resolves to make sexy, infuriating Ruairi revise his unflattering opinion of her, turn the therapy centre around and sort out his dysfunctional family.  Can Fliss tame the Monarch of the Glen and find the happiness she deserves?


Take an up-for-anything reporter.  Add a world-weary photo-journalist.  Put them together . . . light the blue touch paper and stand well back! Posing as a bride-to-be, Charlee Montague goes undercover at a boot camp for brides in order to photograph supermodel Anastasia Markova. At Charlee’s side and posing as her fiancé, is Rafael Ffinch award winning photographer and survivor of a kidnap attempt in Colombia. He’s in no mood to cut inexperienced Charlee any slack and has made it plain that once the investigation is over, their partnership - and fake engagement - will be terminated, too.  Soon Charlee has more questions than answers. What's the real reason behind Ffinch's interest in the boot camp? How is it connected to his kidnap in Colombia? In setting out to uncover the truth, Charlee puts herself in danger ... As the investigation draws to a close, she wonders if she’ll be able to hand back the engagement ring and walk away from Rafa without a backward glance.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

A Kirkus Star Award

Awarded a coveted Kirkus Star, which they reserve for “books of remarkable merit.”

In Peterson’s (Losing Elizabeth, 2012, Leave of Absence, 2013) insightful third novel, a man suffering from various anxiety disorders finds hope after forming an unexpected bond with a troubled foster child.

Brian Cunningham, 43, is the night custodian and information technology specialist at Hayden Elementary School. A sufferer of acute panic attacks, he lives his life trapped in a nutshell, a self-imposed safety zone, beyond which exist his darkest fears. His profession allows him to minimize his contact with others, and thus manage, or at least tolerate, his debilitating disorder. As the novel opens, the author quickly and deftly charts the anatomy of a panic attack, a phenomenon many nonsufferers might ordinarily find inscrutable. Brian’s mind races as his inner narrative alerts him to perceived external threats that pose no real danger. His breath quickens, his chest tightens, and he suspects his heart is failing—little wonder, then, that he chooses to shut himself away from any potential trigger. Enter Abigail Harris, a hostile 7-year-old suffering from attachment issues and disorders relating to abuse and her being moved among foster homes. It is Abigail’s first day at school, and hating every moment of it, she decides to go AWOL. Brian discovers the small girl taking refuge in aclassroom, and overcoming the paralysis he normally experiences when unexpectedly encountering another person, he begins to communicate with her. The two are surprised to find that they share a mutual understanding. The novel charts the evolution of their platonic relationship, as they draw positivity and solace from their experiences. The friends begin to see a possibility for change, although numerous obstacles block their path. As in her previous novels, Peterson demonstrates a tender, notably human understanding of mental illness. In her latest effort, she plays to her strengths, jettisoning an occasionally soapy style in favor of constructing complex psychological portraits and realistic plotlines. In doing so, she accurately captures the crushing sensations of anxiety disorder while simultaneously offering rays of hope.

A vital tool for sufferers and their families that broadens understanding of a debilitating illness.

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Summer Great Reads for You!

A selection of great summer reads recommended by Pauline Barclay….

Life Class by Gilli Allan

Leaving London and the private clinic she had set up with her partner, Dory returns back to the village where she grew up and where her sister and family still live. Dory wants to leave her shattered relationship behind her and try and start a new life, but Dory's sister, Fran delighted to have her younger sister back in the village not only wants to control, Dory, but enrols them both into the colleges, Friday morning, Life Class. Dory reluctant to join the class soon realises that her own life is far from straight forward and as she looks to find ways to come to terms with being alone again, little does she realise that the weekly Life Class will eventually provide the answers.
Gilli has written a beautiful book filled with real life emotions. The characters are rounded and you feel you not only know them, but are there with them. I thoroughly enjoyed this book, there is so much more to Life Class than the Friday morning lesson. For me, without a doubt a 5 star read.

Applause by Madalyn Morgan

A standing ovation! I thoroughly enjoyed this book and I felt I was in the streets of London during the blitz, zigzagging my way to the safety and the theatre where the main character works. If you love WW2 drama, then this book is for you. Beautifully written I cannot wait for more from this wonderfully talented author.

My Life in a Nutshell by Tanya J Peterson

Heart-rending, emotional, amusing and heart lifting. This is a beautiful story on how, in silence, a wonderfully gifted man lives his life despite crippling anxiety and panic attacks. There is a key that could help him unlock his mental turmoil. This key comes in the form of a seven year old girl who lives in her own nightmare, but does the key fit and if so can the lock be turned to help both of them? My Life in a Nutshell is truly beautiful. I could not put it down and although I know the time it takes to write such a breath taking page turning book, I cannot wait for more from this amazing author. I have given this 5 stars because that it the maximum on offer, but I would give it 10 if that was possible.
These are just three of the many books I have read this year and I will share more great reads with you soon, so please come back! Oh by the way all of these books are available from ALL Amazon sites!

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Monday, 21 July 2014

The Meaning of a Star

Before launching Leave of Absence last year, I researched many aspects of book publishing, not the least of which was reviews and their degree of importance. Seasoned experts nearly unanimously agree that reviews are important; indeed, readers like to know if a novel is worth their time and attention. These experts, though, place varying degrees of importance on just how seriously an author should take individual reviews. One school of thought is that any given review can make or break an author; thus, the author should closely follow any and all reviews received. Another one says that that’s unnecessary. Patterns should be watched for (for example, are most reviews horrible, or are most favorable?) but beyond that, the author should let go of obsessions.

I fall into the second school. That said, I do worry about reviews because I do care about how people feel about my novels. Every time I send a book out for review, or every time a surprise review pops up online, I’m a bit nervous. I’m especially nervous when I send a book to Kirkus Reviews, a professional book review company in the US who reviews for the traditional publishing giants as well as for indie authors. They’re respected and reputable, and their opinion is sought by readers and industry professionals alike. A reason for this? They pride themselves on being discerning. No, let’s cut to the chase. They’re downright tough. Harsh. Critical in the negative sense.  To be sure, they do laud books (and they do pick them apart). As I sent them My Life in a Nutshell: A Novel, I wondered why I was subjecting myself to this veritable torture.

Why? Because I needed to do so. Kirkus Reviews is professionally respected. A favorable, and even a moderately favorable, review lends credibility and professionalism to one’s work. Leave of Absence received a good review with just one negative opinion given among positives. Would My Life in a Nutshell fall flat in their eyes?  Delightfully, Kirkus Reviews loved My Life in a Nutshell, and they gave it a glowing review. Further, they awarded it their coveted Kirkus Star, which they reserve for “books of remarkable merit.”

What does this mean for me? At its core, it means that as I present my novel to the world, I can do so confidently. Not everyone will like it, I know. But knowing that such a discerning group of critics has awarded it their highest honor helps me know that my work isn’t shameful and that I can comfortably present it to readers.

Review from Kirkus will appear on FFP web site very soon, so please come back!

Saturday, 19 July 2014

HUG A BOOK with Storm Clouds Gathering by Pauline Barclay

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Storm Clouds Gathering

Meet Pauline

I am a Yorkshire lass, but have lived in several different locations including over the years; Suffolk, Surrey and Holland.  Today, I live on the beautiful volcanic island of Lanzarote with my husband and our two gorgeous rescue doggies.

Years ago I gained a BA (Hons) degree from the Open University, today I spend my time writing fiction. I have four books published, plus a 20 minute short festive story. I am busy working on book 5 which is scheduled to be published in 2014.

My passion is to write about events that happen in life and change everything for those involved as well as those caught up in the maelstrom. I want my characters to sit at your side, steal your attention and sweep you up in their story. Stories that will bring tears to your eyes, have you laughing out loud and sometimes, what they share with you, will stay  in your hearts for a very long time.

Details of Storm Clouds Gathering

Storm clouds are gathering, silently and slowly, too far away to worry about. Or so it seems. But ignoring what is brewing will have dire consequences for the people caught up in the maelstrom.

Shirley Burton is too busy cheating on her husband, having a laugh and looking for fun to alleviate the boredom of her childless marriage. Kathleen Mitchell is too wrapped up in running around after her beautiful family to worry about her health. Anne Simpson has two things on her mind: her forthcoming marriage to Paul Betham, who seems to want to control her, and her career, which she does not want to give up.

Can Shirley really expect to deceive her husband and get away with it? Can Kathleen hold it all together, and is Anne able to have the best of everything?

Storm Clouds Gathering is a story of human emotion, passion and heart-rending grief. Set against the backdrop of the mid-sixties, these three families will be tested to the limit as betrayal, loss and love threaten to change their lives forever.

Available for Kindle & paperback


Chapter ONE

Shirley Burton and Kathleen Mitchell crossed the cobbled stone yard with the rest of the shift workers. The bitter cold morning made their step hurried and their breath steam as they headed for the Mill, a three-storey building, its bricks blackened with soot, smoke belching out from the massive chimney on its left-hand end. Shivering, Kathleen glanced at the thin layer of ice floating on top of the millpond that ran the length of the yard. So far as she could see, Spring was not so much around the corner as out of sight.
 ‘Morning ladies,’ the Overlooker called, leaning on the jamb of the spinning shed door, a cigarette stuck to his lips, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his brown coat. Tall, dark and ruggedly handsome, Billy Smith at twenty-eight had still not succumbed to marriage. His reputation for enjoying the ladies was well known around the millworkers. Despite the dangling cigarette he managed a cheeky smile as he watched the women march towards the clocking-in shed, their chattering voices filling the yard and creating a merry atmosphere in the grey, frosty surroundings. Raising his head and pursing his lips Billy exhaled a mouthful of smoke letting it plume into the frigid air. Nipping the end of his cigarette he dropped the tab end into the breast pocket of his coat, frowning as he caught sight of the women’s curlers. Thankfully, most were concealed by headscarves, but two always seemed to peep out at the front. Smirking, he called out, ‘Must be Friday I see,’ and gave a loud wolf-whistle, rubbing his nicotine-stained fingers together to remove bits of tobacco.
‘Not much gets past you Billy boy, does it?’ Shirley Burton called back and at the same time patted her headscarf where curlers were neatly rolled in her hair. ‘If I’m lucky tonight, it just might be the last time you’ll have a chance to squint at me dressed to kill,’ she scoffed, then nudging, Kathleen, ‘he’s a cheeky bugger and a dirty one too.’
‘Well you should know,’ Kathleen remarked sourly. She knew Shirley and Billy had been having an affair for the last three months.
Shirley snorted and linking her arm with Kathleen’s, walked into the small and draughty lean-to clocking-in shed.
Rigid with disapproval Kathleen reached for the “Out Rack”, pulled out her card and dipped it into the heavy grey machine, listening for the deep clunking sound as it stamped the time. ‘I take it you’re coming with us tonight then?’ She retrieved her card and stepped forward to push it into the “In Rack”. Turning back she looked to see how many cards were left in the “Out Rack” and scanned the names, satisfied she did not have to clock-in one of her mates. ‘So are you? You’ve not answered my question.’
Shirley sidled towards her. ‘Give over Kath. You know the score, but I’ll try and stop by before the game begins, you know me.’
 ‘That’s the point Shirley, I do know you and believe you me you are playing a very dangerous game.’
‘Just cover for me and no one will be any the wiser. No one’s going to get hurt.’
Kathleen shook her head, her tone registering her disapproval. ‘Well don’t come running to me when it all gets nasty and your Jimmy throws you out.’
‘I’m just having a bit of fun, Kathleen.’ Stepping back to the entrance, Shirley gave a little wave to Billy Smith, who was still propped against the door.
‘What are you playing at?’ Kathleen hissed, her voice thick with concern as they nudged their way through to the cloakroom. ‘You know as well as I do there’s no good in that Billy, he’s only interested in one thing and he’ll hurt you in the end.’ Tucking a strand of loose hair under the hairnet hidden beneath her turban, Kathleen saw a sly smile cross Shirley’s face and wondered what had happened to her friend that she was behaving like a common trollop.  As fond of Shirley as she was – they went back a long way – this carry on with the Overlooker was ridiculous. Shirley and Jimmy had problems, but she had not expected her friend to turn to someone like the lecherous Billy Smith, who was neither married nor interested in anything more than getting his leg over, ruining other people’s relationships in the process.
Shrugging out of her coat, Shirley answered, ‘Having some fun Kathleen, and it’s time you thought about it too. That Joe of yours is a good man, but when did he last take you out and make you feel special? Like most women of our age, I bet you’ll not even be able to remember.’
Kathleen winced, but she had no intention of having a row with Shirley so did not retaliate. Instead she repeated, ‘Like I said, he’ll hurt you. And what about Jimmy? As for me, I’ve my Joe and my kids and I’m happy enough with my lot.’
‘Billy Smith won’t hurt me, it’ll more likely be the other way round, but before I’m past me prime I’m going to have a bit of fun. Anyway, these days Jimmy’s only interested in his tea being on the table when he gets home and a bit of how’s yer father on a Saturday night. I don’t care what anyone says, we’re all too young to be sitting in front of the fire every night smoking a fag and wishing. I’m thirty-two not bloody sixty-two. I’ve done with years of wishing. Now I’m doing.’
Shaking her head, Kathleen knew better than to say any more. If Shirley wanted to play with fire by having a fling with Billy Smith then why should she care? She had enough of her own troubles. Leaving the cloakroom, she said ‘Come on Shirley, the wool won’t spin itself, unfortunately.’
Stepping through the heavy, green sliding door, the noise of the clattering machinery assailed their ears. The ever-present mist of fluff hung in the air and Kathleen sneezed as it tickled her nose, she could already feel the fine fibres lodging in her throat. Thank God she only worked the morning shift. Tightening the belt on her pinnie she pulled her sleeves down so her cardigan covered as much as possible of her arms. The fluff irritated her skin. Tapping Shirley on the shoulder, she mouthed, ‘I’ll see you later,’ and not waiting for a response hurried along the walkway towards her two looms, one on top of the other.
Stepping up to them, Kathleen checked that all the woollen threads ran smoothly and there was no slack or breaks in the yarn. She looked after ninety bobbins, forty-five on each loom. It took not only concentration to make sure the lines ran smoothly, but deftness in her fingers if a line broke. When this happened she tried not to panic, stopping the spinning bobbin where the thread had broken and at the same time speedily tying a knot to rejoin the wool. She knew that when a break occurred time was of the essence to get the bobbin spinning again. The last thing she wanted was to get her loom in a tangle, because it meant the Overlooker having to sort it out. This wasn’t too bad if it was the likes of Billy Smith. She didn’t like him much, but he was fair at sorting out any mess that happened when she couldn’t make a repair fast enough herself. One or two of the other Overlookers were less easy going than Billy and once too often she had felt the sting of their barbed tongues.
Trying not to dwell on the irritating side of her job, Kathleen focussed her attention on scanning the bobbins, thankful it was Friday.

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Thursday, 17 July 2014

Dispassionate Lies, the Truth is Here!

Eileen Schuh has published two adult Science Fiction novellas, SCHRÖDINGER'S CAT) and her new near-future release, DISPASSIONATE LIES. She also has authored three novels in her young adult BackTracker series, THE TRAZ, FATAL ERROR and FIREWALLS. THE TRAZ is also available in a School Edition.

Her new near-future release, DISPASSIONATE LIES explores female sexual against a backdrop of high-tech science, governmental and pharmaceutical conspiracies, espionage, and perhaps even murder.

SCHRÖDINGER'S CAT, with its tangled relationships, weaves intense emotion into the science of multi-universes.

Schuh, born Eileen Fairbrother in Tofield, Alberta lives in Canada’s northern boreal forests and draws her inspiration from the wilderness, her grandchildren, family, and friends, and her adopted community of St. Paul, Alberta.

There is something quite special about my new near-future Science Fiction novella, DISPASSIONATE LIES. My previous novels all take place in my home country of Canada, while DISPASSIONATE LIES leaps across the U.S. border and makes its home base in Boulder, Colorado.
It’s true that my previous stories were set in Canada partly because of my passionate love for my country and also because of its expansive geographical diversity. Canadian adventure and action can roar across the prairies, lurk in back alleys of cities, battle it out in the dark dead of winter or sizzle beneath a summer sun—as it does in THE TRAZ.

Canada has wilderness, cities, islands, mountains, tundra...and oceans. Its people are equally as diverse and intriguing—here an author can find any kind of folk she wants to populate a novel. Having said all that, I fell in love with Colorado when I visited there, its miles of prairie butting against the jagged Rocky Mountains, four distinct seasons, forests and cities. It is welcoming and open and just happens to be the cradle that nurtured Google and IBM—the perfect setting for a high-tech SciFi.

I hope I did Colorado justice winding my story down its streets and through its seasons. I hope my readers can feel what I felt during my visit, hear the rivers, shiver in the snow, turn their faces to the sun, click into the high tech world of 2035 and cheer for Ladesque as she struggles to solve the mysteries of her past and save the world from the future.

Out her window, far beyond the house across the street, toward the west, across the flat prairie, the city limits brushed up against the Rockies. She thought maybe she’d visit the mountains today to seek their comfort and wisdom. Perhaps she was crazy, but when she touched their granite, she heard their stories. Although their birth had been violent, the years since had honed their peaks and softened their shoulders. Today, they towered above their people, massive and silent and unmoving. They controlled the rivers and the rainfall, the wind and weather for an entire continent. Basking in their shadows and breathing their air was intimidating. However, the closer one moved toward their cliffs, the closer one came to sharing their energy. “Lean your back against their rocks,” someone once said, “and their wisdom is yours.” ~excerpt DISPASSIONATE LIES


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