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Guest Post: Cordillera Author, L. Benedict Dunn IV

Posted by Teddyrose@1 on September 1, 2013
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Book Description:

The Liberator’s War has ended. King Landri Altard now reigns in the post-revolution Kingdom of Cordillera. With the unexpected death of his wife, Landri is forced to place his infant sons in the care of his most trusted allies. An early betrayal puts the identities of the young princes into question as well as others’ allegiance to the Crown. This epic tale follows the lives of the princes as they travel across the Kingdom and encounter the different worlds they are destined to rule. Enemies lurk and alliances are strained as the aftermath of the revolution still lingers in the fragile Kingdom of Cordillera.

Guest Post by L. Benedict Dunn IV:


The Challenge of Realistic Fantasy
I love the fantasy genre. Always have. Dragons, elves, dwarves, goblins, trolls, etc. – the fictional worlds created in the genre are some of the most entertaining for me to get lost in. I think most who share this feeling can relate to enjoying reading about places that are, well, fantasies. The genre is built around taking the reader on a journey to places that could otherwise never exist if not for the mind of their creator. The rules of our universe do not apply in the fantasy realm and, for me, that is a big part of what makes it appealing. It is great to ‘get away’ and lose yourself in the fictional world of a fantasy novel.
Yet, at times I find myself being put off by the fantasy genre. While reading I sometimes find myself poking holes in the author’s world just as someone would sit in a movie theatre and point out inconsistencies of a film. There is a double standard that sometimes exists in the fantasy genre that allows the author to bend the rules of the universe when it is not convenient to the plot. Fantasy allows the author the liberty of choosing when and when not to enforce the rules of the universe they created. Then, at times, they use these magnificent rules to get themselves out of a situation that would otherwise be impossible to escape.
What I refer to is called deus ex machina. It is a plot device used where a seemingly unsolvable problem suddenly is solved by an unrelated or otherwise unexpected solution. Think of it as the main character being thrown out of an airplane with nothing to save them and then, out of nowhere, they see a parachute falling through the sky as well. They reach out, put it on, and land safely on the ground. Now, that is an extreme example, but the more you think about it, the more I think you will recall stories where something just as ridiculous happened.
I find that deus ex machina occurs more in a fantasy genre simply because there are no rules to adhere to. Sure, the parachute example could happen in the real world, but in the fantasy genre you need just one explanation: magic. That’s right. When magic exists, everything exists. People can come back to life, implements to save the hero/heroine can suddenly appear, and whenever your favorite character seems like they have no way out they can suddenly have their luck change without explanation.
The concept of dues ex machine is partly what inspired me to write a different kind of fantasy. I wanted to create a fictional world while keeping with the rules of our own. From this, the Cordillera series was born. It’s historical fiction meets fantasy. Everything in Cordillera, in theory, could happen in our own world. There is no magic, no mythical creatures, and everyone plays by the same rules.
In my opinion, keeping with the rules of reality makes it more difficult for an author to create and develop the characters and plot. So often one can ‘write themselves into a corner’ where there is no possible way for the story to continue without the assistance of something supernatural. Having magic or the rule bending of the fantasy genre to fall back on can make it quite simple for an author. In that case, it does not matter where your characters end up because there is always a way to get them out.

As I said, I love fantasy. I will continue to love it. I simply took it as a personal challenge to see if I could create an equally impressive world while staying within the confines of our own. It’s quite a contradiction to limit one’s imagination. Yet, I found it to be an enjoyable process that allowed the story to develop more organically and with more thought behind it. I think most authors can create fictional universes, but it’s the realistic fantasies that are the greatest challenge.

About L. Benedict Dunn IV:


Born in Burbank , California , Leo Dunn grew up in a family of six, with three sisters to call his siblings. He first developed his passion for writing after moving to the small town of Durango , Colorado as a young teen. With the mountains as his playground, Leo was able to explore and develop his imagination and love for rustic culture and ancient history. He continued such passions through college where he graduate with a BA in History from the University of Northern Colorado . His inspirations for the Cordillera series come from the alfresco Colorado life and a love of medieval fiction. He is excited to bring the world he has created to all who share such passions.

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Feature: Dark Connections by Rebecca Graf

Posted by Teddyrose@1 on July 30, 2013
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First there was Deep Connections now there is the sequel Dark Connections!


Book Description:

Publication Date: April 2013
Publisher: Silver Tongue Press
Genre: Paranormal/Suspense

The story continues from its start in Deep Connections. Brenna has given her heart to Slaton, but Creeper just won’t die. Death cannot stop him from possessing the one to fulfill the prophesy. Now Brenna and Slaton have to fight not only for their own lives but for all those they love. As they do, they discover who Creeper really is and why he wants Brenna so badly. Be prepared for more mystery, suspense, and sweet love.


About Rebecca Graf:


Rebecca Graf spent over twenty years in the accounting field with no way to release her creative juices. To do so in accounting, could get you life. So she began writing online. From there, she ventured into fiction. Dark Connections is her fifth published book with many more in the works. Rebecca is the mother of three children and lives with them and her husband of twenty years in Wisconsin.


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Tour & Excerpt: The Tegan Cave byInge-Lise Goss

Posted by Teddyrose@1 on June 14, 2013
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Book Description:


After running from her boyfriend’s powerful organized crime family, Sara Jones starts a new life in a new town. But when people around her start dying from poisonous spider bites after she receives a mysterious package with a spider concealed inside, she worries that the family has found her. Life takes an even more bizarre turn when she seems to be not only immune to the spider venom, but also surrounded by a sinister group of people she suspects is a spider cult. Even her new boyfriend starts acting suspiciously. Just who can she trust?


Excerpt:


Gradually easing into the Jacuzzi, I felt the warm, comforting water envelope my body. 

Brett handed me another glass of wine. “Enjoy,” he said and left to change into his swimming trunks.

I leaned back, appreciating the solitude, and gazed at the stairs. I listened to low soothing music and saw Brett standing above me. I sat up and stared at him. I knew he had a good build from the way he appeared in his clothes, but I had no idea!  Oh, his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and pectorals took my breath away. He was gorgeous.

As he moved into the water, his deep blue eyes were mesmerizing. He put his arm around my shoulders. I felt his hot breath on my bare skin as a burning desire for him soared through my body. I turned toward him, kissed his neck, and ached for more. What was I doing? This wasn’t what I wanted. I hadn’t felt like this about him before. It wasn’t like me to act that way. 

With a mischievous smile, he took a drink of his wine.

Had he changed his mind about me and decided to play hard to get? I stroked his arm. What was wrong with me? I should have slid away from him; instead, I moved closer. I wanted him! As soon as he put down his glass, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I continued kissing him even when I gasped for air.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered.

“Oh yes!” I sighed as my heartbeat raced and my breathing became more erratic. I kissed him again.

He picked up our glasses and handed me mine. “To our new relationship.” He clicked my glass.

I exhaled and drank, knowing I was going to get what I wanted. A second later, we got out of the Jacuzzi and carried our glasses to my bedroom.

After making love for over an hour, we stopped to catch our breath. He filled our wine glasses again. I thought Conner was a great lover, yet he was no match to Brett. No one could possibly be better. And to think, I was going to leave him without ever having known this ecstasy.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“I’m wondering why I waited so long for this.”

He smiled, put both wine glasses on the nightstand, and gently ran his hand down my body.

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Feeling someone tugging on my legs, I opened my eyes. Through foggy vision, I saw two women with solemn expressions on their faces pulling me out of bed. I felt dizzy. I tried to talk, but only gibberish came from my mouth. The woman with long black hair put a robe on me. The other one slipped shoes on my feet. I wanted to float away. They held my arms preventing me from rising. With my feet hovering above the floor, they led me down the stairs and through the house to the backdoor. Were they angels taking me to see Mom and Dad? The black-haired woman put a blindfold over my eyes. Then I heard a door open. They continued holding my arms while I glided between them.

A crisp, cool breeze hit my face. The women remained quiet, not saying a word, as we moved along. The rustling of leaves surrounded us. I smelled pine trees. If they’d just let go of me, I could drift to the tree tops.

“Bring her here,” a man yelled.

My blindfold was removed. I found myself inches from the man with the penetrating, dark eyes I had seen at the hotel. He must have followed me! I felt a convulsion of terror seize my body. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to free myself from the hands that held me firmly. He wouldn’t release me. I gave up. I was trapped!

 The dark-eyed man held up my trembling hand and placed a spider in my palm. I marveled at the warm, chestnut-brown color with specks of black dribbled through it. I gently touched it. Then the dark-eyed man turned over my hand and tapped it against a metal container. The spider tumbled inside, landing next to three others that looked just like it. He snapped the container lid in place and slipped it into his shirt pocket.

He led me through a cluster of cobwebs that clung to my face. He brushed them away and placed my hand on a person. I glanced down and saw spiders crawling on the stout man whose wife had been bitten in the hotel. He was laying on something that looked like a granite table. His eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead. Blood oozed from deep scrapes on his arms. His face was pale and immobile. Was I at his funeral?

The dark-eyed man guided me to a chair, sat me down, and held onto my shoulder to stop me from rising above the ground. I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. My eyes darted around looking for Brett; he wasn’t anywhere. He wouldn’t have left me. Something must have happened to him. My heart started beating faster. The dark-eyed man ran his hand up and down my cheek. My heartbeat slowed down.

Three people blocked my vision as they moved between me and the stout man on the table. I watched as a slender blond-haired man carrying a knife walked in front of them and passed out of my sight.


About Inge-Lise Goss:


Inge-Lise Goss was born in Denmark and immigrated to the United States at the age of four with her family. She was raised in Utah and graduated Magna Cum Laude from the University of Utah. She is a Certified Public Accountant and has audited numerous companies. She has four grown children. She now lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their dog, Bran.


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