Welcome Jesse V Coffey!!

Belated Happy Easter my friends! Today please join me in welcoming guest blogger Jesse V Coffey! Why is an author of historical fiction on Future Imperfect? Because I believe that the future comes from the past and that past and future are two sides of the same coin called the present.  With that in mind I am thrilled to host Jesse for today’s blog and I know you will love her!

Jesse V Coffey, author of The Savior

Dismissing a Stereotype

 

I love writing historical fiction. I get a chance to live in other times with other people. Don’t get me wrong; I love the time I live in. But to be able to walk with the likes of Henry the VIII or Thomas á Becket or Catherine the Great is a thrill. But there’s always the problem of how to make historical people real to those of us in modern day. To introduce the elements of humanity, to see the many layers of a person – good and bad – which takes them from a fairly simplistic character to a person who could be sitting next to you on the sofa.

When it came time to write The Savior, I chose a Messiah as one of the main characters – not so much as the main character but certainly the reason the action was happening. And that proved to be a challenge for me. There are so many portrayals out there of Jesus. So many actors have portrayed someone of such great importance to so many – always with a quiet dignity, a regal bearing. How was I going to portray him? Follow that same path? Or find a different one? I decided very quickly that I was going to have to make this my own, to dismiss the stereotype of Jesus the Christ, if I wanted to make this my story and not just parrot what others had done before.

I did a lot of reading about who Jesus might have been really, beyond the way the Bible portrays him. Which involved quite a bit of learning about the “typical” Judean at the time, too. Did you know that there are a lot of Biblical programs on cable? And each program had a different take as well, always looking at what could have been. The History Channels – one and two – and the Biography Channel became my best friends. I DVRed a lot of programs and watched them several times.

I also had my own Catechism to draw on. I took my Instruction from the coolest nun ever, Sister Barbara. I don’t know if the Pope would have sanctioned a lot of what she taught me, but I do know she gave me a lot to think about. She encouraged me to open my mind and not accept the traditional just because. But she also taught me a lot of fascinating legends within the Catholic Church and I used them to form the basis of the plot.

So, rather than play the same old, same old when it came to the Christ, I decided to explore the humanity of the character. I picked up the action just after the brouhaha in the temple, the day that a twelve-year-old Yeshua gave the Sanhedrin one heck of an education. I borrowed from the legends that Sister B taught me, but also from a lot of the Apocryphal texts. The Yeshua of my story was raised as an Essene – a radical group that was very zealous in their beliefs, taking traditional Judaism to an extreme. They believed in a literal sense of the Messiah coming to kick the crap out of the Romans, taking over as a very real King with a palace and a kingdom here on earth.

The legends of the Catholic archives talk about the grand tour that Jesus took, the missing years between that day in the temple and the day he started his ministry. How he traveled from Israel with his uncle – Joseph of Arimethea – to see the lands of Gaul and the UK, then traveling down to Tibet. And how he learns of other beliefs, is influenced by them. The character becomes very real as he transforms from this bratty, arrogant kid to the Messiah that we have known and been taught of within the Christian religion. There are obvious changes in the “mission” he has taken on, something that fits in with the Bible’s take on it all – when he says he’s come to teach a new covenant. To sort of shake up the status quo a little with a gospel of love and peace

In a literary sense, to show that change, I had to start with the exact opposite. In writing, I took very few liberties outside of the stories and the alternate gospels. But I did add that humanity to him, add that sense of the historical. Which added an interesting dimension, I think, and makes him very real to us.

 

Kentucky author Jesse V Coffey has managed to parlay what some would call a “vivid and active imagination” into a writing career with five books to her credit and more to come. Writing is her passion, reading is her favorite comfort “food”.

Ms. Coffey is currently a member of ASCAP, the Erotic Authors Association, and the KY Independent Writers network. She writes three columns for the news website, Examiner.com/Lexington, as the Literary Examiner and Writing Examiner, as well as the National Indie Romance Novel Examiner. She also writes as J. W. Coffey and Siobhan MacKenzie.

Her current release is The Savior, sold exclusively through Amazon’s KDP Select. Coming later in 2013 — Wilde Mountain Time, a romantic thriller set in New Hampshire’s White Mountain area.

 

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The Evil Gentleman

 

 

I can’t help it. There are certain male actors I love and always have and most likely always will. I like to call them the “good” bad guys. Not because they’re good at being bad, though they are, but because they’re so filled with attractive angst and most importantly gentility. Oh come on. Nearly every paranormal romance (especially Gothic) has the genteel hero be he demon, devil, angel, or vampire. He’s the gorgeous one dressed to the teeth (pun intended) in livery.

 

Why the sudden musings on good bad guys? Vincent. As in Price not Beauty & the Beast in any of its television incarnations. I don’t even remember what I posted on FB that got me thinking about him and about all those good bad guys.

 

I think if I had to sum up Vincent Price in a sentence it would read this: “He was such an evil gentleman.”  And he was. Vincent, regardless the role cheesy or cherished, carried himself with the air of a tortured nobleman: a good guy turned bad sometimes through no fault of his own (sound familiar romance readers?) He had that voice, distinguishable anywhere; not quite British but not quite American or “continental” either. And that laugh. At once evil and refined, mad and sexily bad. He never showed up onscreen in jeans or a cowboy hat (though I think one of his films might have danced along that vein) and the only horses he rode were those of the gentility as well: those used for “the hunt” or for nobility travel.

 

No, Vincent was always dressed formally usually in historical settings and apropos costuming. It didn’t matter if he was the scheming vizier to the king or queen or the crazed curator of The House of Wax or even the goofy lonely archaeologist in the cave during The Brady Bunch’s vacation in Hawaii, even in Margaritaville garb (Hawaiian print shirt, khaki shorts and flip flops), Mr. Price could give you shivers and make you love him for it.

 

I think it’s that gentility that makes me love Clark Gable as Rhett Butler; he’s a thorough scamp but a nattily dressed one and I get chills from him too! 

 

Perhaps it’s just me. Perhaps not. Perhaps you are intrigued by well-dressed men as well, be they good, bad or indifferent toward you (the worst kind). 

 

I think the Vincent Price/Rhett Butler syndrome is one that helped nourish the paranormal romance parameters–I see so much similarity between them and the immortal heroes of today.

 

Or it could just be as simple as this:

 

 

Top coat, top hat,

I don’t worry coz my wallet’s fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
Lookin’ sharp and lookin’ for love.
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
Coz’ every girl’s crazy ’bout a sharp dressed man.

 

~~ Sharp Dressed Man~~

Music and Lyrics by ZZ TOP

 

Commercial Fiction: What’s An Author To Do?

Since it’s already the third month of the new year I won’t say happy new year other than I hope it’s been happy so far. For me one huge thrill in 2013 has been that Crucifying Angel, Book One: Future Imperfect is now available in PRINT (Waa-ah-ah HOO! Thank you Desert Breeze Publishing!) at Amazon.com:

 http://www.amazon.com/Future-Imperfect-Book-One-Crucifying/dp/1612529410/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361913303&sr=8-1&keywords=Crucifying+Angel+Barrington

On to the actual post.  Once again I find my work placed under yet another genre’ category, Women’s Fiction, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. On one hand it exposes me to other readers/audiences who might never check out my books because they don’t know about them. On the other hand, it gets a little confusing and even frustrating at times when I submit it for reviews or even just a social media posting. I’ve actually checked out the definition of Women’s Fiction and while my novels always always deal with relationships this genre seems an odd fit. Romance in my books usually takes the back seat mainly because I get so involved in the plot and the action and I’m not by strict definition a romance author. My romance elements nearly always have edgier slightly gritty and sometimes even dark relationships in the sense of depth. There’s very little romantic fantasy and the conflicts that unite or present obstacles are deep and steeped in guilt of some sort.

Then there’s futuristic. Crucifying Angel, mentioned above, kicks of the Future Imperfect, a semi-dystopian, near-future (my term) crime thriller is a prime example of the conflicts of the two main characters dragging around huge personal baggage that affects most of their relationship. The story is set in 2032 Las Vegas and is a real crime thriller with souped-up technology. But there isn’t any extensive true science there other than things I’ve created and some authors insist that sci-fi requires real science.

Hmm. I don’t write chick lit. I barely write romance. I play fast and loose with the sci in sci-fi. So what do I call my genre? After nearly four years of trying to figure it out myself and driving editors, reviewers, and readers at book fairs, librarians, social media etc., insane I think my own definition would be Commercial Fiction, sub-genre everything. (I’ve even got a romantic western in the bin believe it or not!))  Hopefully what I write has the potential to read a broad audience and not just female either. I strive to write something that men will find entertaining as well. I strive.

Commercial Fiction has been looked down upon, widened to the scope of all genre inclusion from Chick Lit to Fantasy and Vampirism and loved wholeheartedly by people like me and in a way it is all-inclusive.  Every genre can have broad appeal and that broad appeal is my definition of both my work and Commercial Fiction.

That is my definition of what I do.  I try to entertain and touch my readers emotionally somehow and as many of them as possible. But then again, I am not a publisher or editor, those angels who descend to sprinkle miracle dust all over to make the books shine bright like a diamond (Hi Rihanna!) in the sky whatever the genre’.

I’m wondering if anyone else has this odd problem or if I’m the only one.  If you are so inclined let me know, I’d love to hear your thoughts. 

                                                                                                                                                                                      ~~~~~~~

“Don’t make me get a warrant,” he told Ernesto Calderon as they both stood in the surveillance bay.  Alfonso was gone for the day and Calderon drew the swing shift. “I really don’t think you want Garcia dragged away from his wife at this late hour.  All you have to do is make me a copy of the footage I looked at the other day.”

Ernesto looked askance at Gavin, as if the detective wore a set of horns.  He moved along the inside of the monitor station backing away and running a hand along the underside of the console.

“I advise against that.”  Gavin reached into his holster.  ”I can put you down before your fingers touch the button.  Make me the copy.”

“What format?”  Ernesto played for time.

“All of them.  And please put a rush on it.”  He smiled and pointed his tricked out Glock at the man.  ”I have a deadline to meet.  One I cannot miss.”

Ernesto did as he was told and Gavin knew Calderon would hit the panic button as soon as Gavin walked out the door.  He prevented that by walking around and shooting the wiring to shreds.

“Thank you, Ernesto,” Gavin told him as he took the chip, stick, and a cylinder from him. “You have my permission to blame everything on me.  I should think you’d make a point of that to Garcia. Again, thanks.”  He backed out the door in case Ernesto possessed any weapons and all the way to the elevators.  His bio-identification still held and he smashed a finger against the express button that shot him to the casino floor.

He broke into a run out the front doors and leaped into the patrol car as the on-duty security force exploded out the front doors of the casino.  The unit’s tires slammed down onto the pavement under Gavin’s foot and fishtailed as it flew off the premises and down the highway.  He got a last glimpse of them taking aim and popping off a few rounds before they scattered like ants without a pheromone trail.

 

*****

 

Alejandro Jesus Garcia slammed down the phone in his penthouse bedroom

“I am not happy,” he announced to the group of guards who stood just inside the penthouse suite’s front doors.  Garcia untied the silk belt at the waist of his robe and tugged on a shirt.  ”Bring Calderon to my office.  I’ll deal with him there. Sergeant, stay with me.  We will discuss how to handle this… breach of security on the way down.”  

Garcia buttoned the collar of a newly pressed shirt and then buttoned the cuffs.  He picked up his gun in its holster and slung it over his shoulder, finally pulling a jacket over it all.  The clock on the wall read 10:30 p.m. but no one looked at it.  The time was of no concern to anyone in these matters — matters that they must now take into their own hands and resolve.  Garcia arrived at his office at exactly 10:39 p.m. and looked into the pale face of Ernesto Raul Calderon without pity.  They had extracted the details of Gavin’s visit and his possession of the footage of the Amazon’s casino floor and rooms from Calderon and now Garcia made his decision.

“Take him out,” he told the mini-troop of soldiers.  ”Have him write a note of suicide and then shoot him.  Make it look like he pulled the trigger himself. Get him away from my sight.”

Calderon barely squeaked out a faint protest as they lifted him off the floor and carried him by the armpits out of the office.  The terrified expression never left his face.

“Now.”  Garcia turned to the rest of his staff.  ”We will deal with this Anglo detective and his girlfriend.  I want my top officers on this by the break of day.  There will be no more tolerance of this game.”

He lifted the receiver of the phone.  ”Not only will I not tolerate this interference, He will not tolerate it either.  As it is, we will have to have a face-to-face meeting tonight.  Yes, Elena? Have the car brought round to the front. Yes, immediately,” Garcia snapped as he dropped the phone receiver back down and looked into the faces of his contingent of guards.  Not one of them looked at ease.

“Come! We go.”  He picked up his jacket again, flung it over a shoulder and shoved his arm into the sleeve.  He adjusted the holster as he shoved in the other arm.  Then he led the mini-squadron toward the elevator and down through the casino out into the waiting limousine.

 

*****

 

“What do you want with me so late?”

Garcia bowed low.

“Please forgive the intrusion, Jefe.  There has been a… breach of security at the Amazon.”

“That is for you to deal with, Alejandro.  It is your job.”

“Yes, Jefe, and I have already taken care of the employee.”

“So?”

Garcia hesitated, knowing that even a momentary hesitation could cost him his very life.  He bowed even lower.

“So, it is not a minor breach, Jefe.  Someone has gotten hold of a security tape — a very important section of footage.  He has it in his possession.”

“He?” the deep and frightening voice asked, curious.

“Yes.  It is a police officer, Jefe. He is a homicide detective and—”

“The new detective?  A man from Britain?”

Garcia paused in confusion.  How had the boss, the Jefe, learned of this particular man? Alejandro Garcia rocked back and forth a moment, contemplating the possible consequences of his lapse in absolute control over the dominion of The Amazon.

“Yes, Jefe. A Briton.”  Garcia’s voice was a whisper.

“He has already come to my attention, Alejandro.”  The Jefe’s voice contained no trace of anger.  Garcia held his breath. “I have already put contingency plans into place to… deal with him. He will soon be out of the way — completely, permanently.  As will his woman partner.”

Garcia let out a tiny breath of relief.

“However, Alejandro, I cannot let this moment of weakness on your part go unpunished.”  The voice was now terrifying in its total lack of emotion.  ”You may choose your punishment: the death of your wife or the death of your daughter.  Which will it be?”

“Jefe—”

“Which will it be Alejandro?”

“Jefe, I—I cannot—”

“Then you have already chosen, Alejandro.  Take him to his family.  His… ex-family.”  A faint trace of a satisfied smile could be heard in the Jefe’s voice.

Alejandro Garcia screamed in his own mind.  He did not know whether it could be heard or not and it no longer mattered.  Nothing mattered but the grey matter of his wife’s and daughter’s brains spattered across the living room walls of his penthouse suite.  He never stopped screaming.  Not until he took his last breath on Earth many, many years later.

Book One in the Future Imperfect crime thriller trilogy now in paperback from Amazon.com

Last Chance!

This is the last chance to get Isadora DayStar FREE–for the next 4 days, Isadora DayStar will be FREE on Kindle Direct:  Isadora DayStar

Just in time for Labor Day!

I’d love to get my followers’ feedback on this novel!

Thanks so much.

 

Me, My Characters and YOU!

If you’re an author you’ve probably joined the innumerable writing and writers’ sites and groups—hell it’s pretty much requisite these days. And on those groups are discussions about yes, that’s right, writing! One question someone asked today was a topic I’d been thinking about all last night. How much of yourself do you put into your characters was the question posed. I thought back over all of mine and could only pinpoint tiny little items that I used to try to give a bit of depth to a character such as a favorite perfume or flowers or some small (or large) self-criticism that lets their quirks come through and make them more real to readers.

But that’s pretty much where I draw the line consciously at least.  I don’t see myself in my characters, I see myself seeing them. When a character pops into my head I see them—they’re complete people with their own personas, problems, and physicality. I’ve done posts on this subject before though in more general terms.

They look different than me physically from blondes with blue eyes to brunettes to redheads and strawberry blondes—both male and female—from extremely short and petite to tall, strong and powerful to thin and scrappy. (Okay, now that you know what I don’t look like…start the guessing game, lol.)

Yet that’s not all they differ from me. Most are strong personas whether they’re hopelessly drug addicted Isadora DayStar or stiff military soldier Khai Zafara or guilt ridden Homicide Detective Payce Halligan they have likes or dislikes, dress differently and surprise themselves with just how far they will go in most situations. They behave differently have different values and live in different places earthly or unearthly. They’re not afraid to shoot those BFG’s (Big F**king Gun a term used a lot in action filming) and blow away anyone they deem not worthy of life or a possible or valid threat.

As I said, when a character appears in my weird head, I see them, not me.  I can get inside their head but they can’t get into mine—I hope. I see them acting and reacting in their own ways not mine. I see their history and why they do the things they do and I see how they react to emotion: love hate or both. 

And sometimes I see them as I’d like to be. I’d love to be able to shoot that BFG and blow the ass of some alien attacker; hell sometimes I’d just like to be able to hold that damned BFG! I’d love to have the strength to get through hideously desperate situations and I’d like to think I have the strength to stand up for what’s right regardless of opposition. I’d love to be able to sacrifice myself for someone else without hesitation and without recompense. My characters have done these things and more and they surprise and encourage me to try and do the things they do even if it’s unorthodox.

This goes for the male characters too. I want them to be strong, powerful and I want them to finally realize what is truly important to them and those they love. I want them to overcome horrendous obstacles with humor and panache when they can and with dogged determination when they cannot. And no, they’re not based on men I know or have known. They’re their own men and as such make their own rules and hell be damned they stick by them. To get to someone they love, they’ll tear down buildings, shred warheads, rip out their own hearts if they have to in order to save that person. And they won’t blink once…unless they think they’re not in time.  And then they do rip out their own hearts.

I also have male characters that are not perfect. Oh yeah, and a few who think they are perfect. Those latter are the ones I really love. They’re so much more difficult to write and so much more satisfying when I do. 

And none of them are like me.

 

Building a Science Fiction concept

Please welcome fellow sci-fi author and blogger at The Writer Limits, Amber Norris! She’s talking about one of my favorite subjects: Genetics! 

 

And we’re continuing my part of the Crossover Event hosted by The Writer Limits. Last week I was over at Jennifer Hartz’s blog introducing myself and my crossover theme of building a science fiction concept: specifically the science of immortality. Today I’m over here at P. I. blog to continue the crossover series. So, to catch us all up, it started with a dream and then I did some research and found my magical telomeres. Yes, yes, those were EXACTLY what I needed! (You can read that initial post HERE.) But, what are telomeres anyways? The simplest definition is they are the repeated DNA caps at the ends of our chromosomes…like the plastic covering at the ends of shoelaces. These little tips are replenished by an enzyme called telomerase to help keep those chromosomes healthy and intact. The telomere tips don’t last though, shortening each cycle and causing us to age. Telomere scientists nickname the process the “genetic time clock”. And when the clock runs out you can’t just replace the battery. It’s the end of that cell. The DNA in this telomere area are the biological indicators or health in our bodies and in a cool twist, the only active part of our genetic makeup that can be influenced by non-genetic factors like diet, behavior, and whatnot. Pretty groovy huh? These little guys are perfect for my Captain Noah Bonney and her immortal race! They are interactive, controllable and the scientists are already drooling over them as the “cure to aging”. Imagine, now they’re putting in telomere enhancing in facial creams, performing telomere health assessments, and testing telomere lengthening as a way to extend life spans. What will the telomere research bring us in 30 years, 300 years, or 3000 years? There are some significant challenges to telomeres as an “aging cure”, not to mention the moral barriers of seeing aging as a disease to even be cured. These include…oh, oh, wait. No, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ll save the challenges and “eek” side of telomeres in the next post. Next week, specifically July 24th, I’ll continue the crossover trail at TWL buddy Tami Dee’s blog. On that post, I’ll list all the headaches telomere brought me and how I decided to deal with them. In the meantime, here’s the novel summary of The Telomere Trilogy’s first book, Revelations of Tomorrow: Revelations of Tomorrow (Telomere Trilogy #1) Summary The crew of Daring Star salvages a load capsule and finds the beaten body of Jetta McCree. Turns out Jetta’s discovered her employer has developed a biochemical droplet and is contracted with terrorists to manufacture on a large scale. Captain Noah Bonney fights off corporate security forces, her ex-husband’s pirate fleets, and carnivorous beasts to keep the young woman safe and transport her to the safety of the Imperial Home Port. But the adventure brings to surface demons Noah’s been suppressing and secrets from her people’s history she’s tried to forget. Now, she must face them if she’s to reconcile with her daughter and keep the love of her life from leaving. With 450 years under her belt and nothing but eternity ahead of her, she’s built a thick shell…one she’s not sure she can break.

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Something Fun!!

Lisa Renee Jones is holding a contest (now I don’t normally do this but a Coach bag? How can I resist?)  http://www.facebook.com/l/nAQHGTCyw/www.lisareneejones.com/2012/07/05/if-i-were-you-blogger-contest-win-a-coach-purse-and-wallet/

Check it out and good luck!!

With Pen In Hand

Something odd happened today. Perhaps I should say something rare happened. The overwhelming desire to write prose—descriptive prose no less—clutched at my heart and made me pick up a pen and scribble this as homage to my lost art and creativity.

While this may not impress those authors who never abandoned the classic cursive urges, it surprised and shocked me somewhat since my mantra for the last few years has been write it tight and concise. What caused this rare obsession to let the cursive juices flow? I can only surmise that it has to do with the fact that I’ve been having problems with the actual mechanics of writing in longhand. Guess what caused that? Yep, the dreaded keyboard addiction. Lately I’ve put myself on yet another Internet fast. I barely open my social media and have written nary a word of fiction in weeks. I’ve been outside soaking up the sun and fooling with the garden and I’m a little embarrassed to admit I have an actual relationship with a pair of hummingbirds who dive bomb me when they don’t get their showers.

With all the technology left in the dark recesses of my desk, my cursive skills are improving and therein lays the surprise—or maybe not.  Maybe you’ve come to the same revelation and conclusion I have: the physical act of writing longhand has triggered a release of my creative writing urges, something I’d thought long lost with the advent of my novel writing duties and deadlines. Their return has proved sweeter than bitter, opening up my soul to that beautiful yearning to place words on paper and create an image that evokes emotion and response. Can art be far behind? I pray not.

But a concern is raised in my mind and heart when I hear that teachers are lobbying to stop teaching children cursive entirely. It’s a frightening possibility to me that if my lifelong creative abilities have been affected and stifled by writing on keyboard, what will cessation of cursive do to those lovely tiny forming minds? We evolved because we have opposable thumbs; we’ve communicated because we taught ourselves—rather developed—our ability to write out our thoughts, actions, emotions, and calculations. From pictographs to calligraphy we’ve released and cultivated our creativity over our existence and stopping our children from manipulating their hands just might stop them and us existing as sentient beings, slaves to our technology rather than freed by our creativity. That image terrifies me. Not so much the fear of technology it’s a great help to us, but fear of the retardation of our ability to think, to create, to philosophize and to solve. What is true existence without beauty? What is life without music or art or writing? My great fear is that we’ll trade beauty and love for convenience and sterility. That we’ll drown in our problems because we can no longer reason out solutions. Perhaps I’m reaching but I don’t think so. I vote for being safer than sorrier in this case. It’s not going to hurt the teachers and it may help if not save our future great minds from utter creative deprivation if cursive is continued and it just might keep us moving forward as a species. Much of music is mathematical, much of art is geometrical, and much of philosophy and writing is mechanical and all began with the movements of the human hand in tandem with the human mind; our technology began with human hands. Without flexible manipulation of those, our minds cannot expand and twist and grow. Those very creative urges that have returned in me might very likely never even develop in those who have never picked up a pen or pencil or brush. And that terrifies me completely.

So the return of the creative muses to my side brings both elation and sorrow. I hope and pray that the very “social” media we worship isn’t the same “social” media that isolates us from real emotion, real humanity, and finally, real love. 

Locations That Inspired My Novels

I promised a little more fun on Future Imperfect so here’s a tiny bit of visual inspiration that kick started my novels or kicked them up a notch (sorry Emeril):

For Isadora DayStar: I found this cloisters at Salisbury Cathedral when I visited Britain last month and it’s almost identical to the violent monks scenes I wrote:

This and upcoming shots of the cathedral are my favorites of the trip!

One of my favorite shots!

Next up on Isadora DayStar is the inspiration for the chase scenes and the lake:

Mono Lake was the inspiration for the chase scenes in Isadora!

Isadora DayStar herself is under wraps at this moment but when the time is right, she’ll get her own billboard!!

Hope you enjoyed this snippets of my fantasy “casting”  of a few of my novels!!

Zippered Flesh: Wahoo!!

Yippee!! Zippered Flesh: Tales of Body Enhancements Gone Bad is up for Anthology of the Year at GOODREADS!! I’d really appreciate it if readers showed a little love there! Thanks so much it IS appreciated!!

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Yes, back to the “normal” posts on Future Imperfect next!