Friday, May 22, 2015
I was a reader long before I was a writer, and I find that even now, my reading taste--while usually very predictable--can also be quite eclectic when my curiosity is heightened.
Some themes I've picked up lately, that aren't usually my thing:
Fairy Tales. Yes, I wrote one for the Decadent Beyond Fairy Tales, but now I've been reading them. I pull out my phone (Kindle App) and enjoy as often as I can. http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Book-Grown-Up-Fairytales-Beyond-ebook/dp/B00XUYBHMS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1432300015&sr=8-1&keywords=blue+book+of+grown+up
Robots. This one surprised me, but what's a girl to do when she's in the mood for emotionless gears and...okay, I'm not going to try to justify it. I'm just glad there are fun and super sexy options out there. http://www.amazon.com/Carnal-Explorations-Adventures-Charlotte-Book-ebook/dp/B00XZHVHW0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1432299737&sr=8-2&keywords=fernella
Gangsters. Not exactly paranormal, but the historical vibe on a very over the top lifestyle is pretty fantastic. Ginger Ring has a gangster theme going that I really dig. http://www.amazon.com/Gangsters-Kiss-Love-Dangerous-Thing-ebook/dp/B00LZFHEXA/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1432300169&sr=1-1&keywords=ginger+ring
What's your guilty pleasure? Some sub-genre of oddness that refreshes your reading pallet?
All the Best,
PS--HUGE Fairy Tale Blog Hop for Decadent Publishing starts this weekend at Ana Vitasky's blog. Big prizes, including a Kindle reader.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Here's my list in roughly chronological order of first air date:
- The X-Files
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer
- Ghost Whisperer
- Lost Girl
The two shows that are still going are Lost Girl, in its fifth season, and the apparently immortal Supernatural, finishing up Season 10 and reportedly coming back in the fall for Season 11. Though Supernatural is the only one on the list with no romantic element, it has epic bromance. Sure, sure; they're brothers. But we've all seen the fanfic. ;)
Two others that are (maybe) both still on the air that I've been enjoying are Haven (SyFy) and Hemlock Grove (Netflix). Hemlock Grove is a weird one, but it's got romance...and bromance. Since I write weird, I can't throw stones. I'd like to blame all this television watching on my weird bent, but I think it goes back a little too far to make that claim
There's one last show I have to mention: Dracula. That cancellation still has me so mad I can't see straight.
And I just realized I forgot two other current shows: Grimm and Sleepy Hollow. So, yay, there are still some paranormal options out there, and probably others that are currently slipping my mind. Which ones are your favorites? Any I missed?
Jane Kindred is the author of epic fantasy series The House of Arkhangel’sk, Demons of Elysium, and the forthcoming Looking Glass Gods. Born in Billings, Montana, she spent her formative years ruining her eyes reading romance novels in the Tucson sun and watching Star Trek marathons in the dark. She now writes to the sound of San Francisco foghorns while two cats slowly but surely edge her off the side of the bed.
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Working on some new things, signed a contract for Phantom Lure - Driver, a new series with Changeling Press and I'm working on Vald's story, fourth in the Dirty Rotten Vampire series. You can find a free read titled Not The Garden of Eden at Changeling's Encounters to whet your appetite for the vampire of vampires. And, yes, Adam does make a rather naughtly appearance! Finalized the edits for Repent in Love coming May 20th from Ellora's Cave, and have another book, Grind, slated for July, hmm...need to check that out for sure. But here's a snippet of Grind.
Go forth, enjoy the great weather and drink lots of tequila to celebrate! I am.
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-jhalisteele
Saturday, April 25, 2015
There’s nothing like an old friend. No matter how much time has passed since the last time you saw them, the minute you reconnect it’s like it was just yesterday. This April, I’ve enjoyed two reunions – one in Arizona and one on my laptop.
I just got back from a much needed vacay in Tucson (it’s a dry heat!) with critique partner Elizabeth Fortin Hinds (who also writes awesome Egyptian mythology based adventure romance as Elizabeth Alsobrooks) sightseeing to get back in the mood for reissuing my Dana Ransom western series and soaking up the sun – only to return to snow in Michigan! I never knew a week could go by so fast – especially when you spend so much of it in four airports!
I also started proofreading the scans of the first book in my “Midnight” vampire romance series from back in the ‘90s, MIDNIGHT KISS, which will be reissued by BelleBooks’ ImaJinn imprint in July. How I loved that story! That whole series! I remembered how much when I began reading the first page. Just like yesterday. Here’s a taste to sink your teeth into:
Arabella heard the front door open. With a soft cry of relief, she tossed aside the book she’d been pretending to read for the past two hours and scrambled from the bed. Thin white nightgown fluttering about her, she ran out into the hall to the top of the stairs.
The first floor was dark. A strange phosphorescent light spilled in from the open door, and with it, a thick, roiling mist. A wintery chill seeped up through the house until her quick breaths plumed visibly. She hugged herself as a tremor of alarm swept through her along with that prickling cold. She was about to turn and call for Takeo when the mist began to churn and change, yielding up the shape of a man.
“Bella, my love.”
His words tingled within her. Truly afraid, yet compelled by his voice to move forward, Arabella eased down two of the steps.
He was standing at the foot of the stairs, face uplifted. His features were bathed in an odd blue-silver light that was not quite moonlight, not quite natural. It etched his cheekbones with bold, sharp strokes and his mouth with delicate sensual lines. And from out of that eerie, ethereal light, his eyes glowed hot and golden.
“Louis, I was so worried . . .” She clung to the railing for balance. Something about his stare dragged upon her consciousness with an insistent sleepiness. Her limbs were unresponsive, heavy, tired. But beneath that seeping weariness, panic flickered like a resistant flame.
“I told you not to worry, Bella. I told you I would never leave you.”
There was something in the quality of his voice—it was bigger, echoing, coming from all around and within her.
He started up the stairs, the mist rising with him, cloaking his feet so it seemed that he moved them not at all, but merely rose without effort. Confused by this trick of light, Arabella retreated, backing up the steps to the landing. Her heart pounded with an unexplained fright. Her eyes told her it was her husband coming up to her, but her senses decried it, warning with every frantic pulse that she was in dreadful danger.
He stood at the landing before her, his stillness mesmerizing. He was so—beautiful. She stared and lost herself in the looking. His magnetism surrounded and seduced her. His eyes were so deep they went on forever. Then he took a step and she took one away, her breath coming in soft little gasps.
“Don’t be afraid,” came that smooth, glassy voice, and terror surged within her only to be blanketed by his warm, stifling will. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe as he closed the distance between them. His hand reached out to her and she shrank back but couldn’t avoid it.
His fingers slid caressingly along her cheek and the solidity of that touch broke Arabella’s fearful trance. She exhaled in a rush.
“Oh, Louis, it is you!”
His neck was quickly circled by her arms and his curled lightly about her, drawing her up against him. She hugged him while desperate shivers drove out the last of her tension. She stroked her hand through his hair and kissed his neck, his cheek, and finally his mouth with a reassuring urgency. Then she simply clung.
“I did not mean to frighten you,” he whispered without inflection.
She gave a nervous little laugh. “It was silly—I don’t know what came over me. You seemed so strange, and I—it doesn’t matter now. You’re here, and that’s all that matters. Are you all right?”
“I am full of the night’s chill. I need your warmth to sustain me.”
What kind of covers do you like on your vampire romances? Manscaped male torso? The clenching couple? Moody broody atmospheric? I need to get my art sheet done and would love some suggestions.
In the meantime, get back together with your old friends and enjoy the rediscovery!
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
You know what's nearly impossible to pull off? Take 22 days off of work. I know what you might be thinking--22 days off as a writer? So...you didn't write for 22 days? But really, that's not the case. We undertook the task of remodeling our kitchen--such a mess. I thought we'd be fine and work relatively well around it, but our whole schedule and routine was blasted out of the water in deference to the kitchen. What. A. Mess.
Last night we returned the appliances to their places and all I can see is the project after project that came up since doing the kitchen. Every room touching the kitchen now needs paint, there's dust every where, and my shiny new kitchen needs the rest of the kitchen paraphernalia put in place. Ahhh. Projects.
And to top it all off, I have been writing. I have! I'm almost done with a novel I've been working on since November. What I haven't done is any sort of promotion or friend perking or visiting with readers. Bad Steph. I almost forgot to blog here. Why? Because I was able to put cookies in my oven.
I know. I'll move my computer to the kitchen. It is my happy place at the moment.
Happy Wednesday, all!! I hope you can take a break from real life, but yours involves more reading and less dust!
All the best,