Thursday, July 26, 2012

Euterpe News

Hey everyone! This is a little segment to tell you all the great news from the Euterpe Family. Hope you enjoy.

EUTERPE NEWS

Linda Benson has a guest post and giveaway for Six Degrees of Lost this week here

Sharon Ledwith promo paperbacks have arrived! You can read a great review for The Last Timekeepers and the Arch of Atlantis here

Cornell DeVille will be hosting a giveaway of his newly released print copies of Cannibal Island in August. Check the blog for updates here or follow him on Facebook here

Check out Rita Monette's interview with Sharon Ledwith on her blog here

And Congratulations to Arley Cole whose book The Blacksmith’s Daughter won 1st place YA long novel in the Oklahoma RWA’s International Digital Awards contest! Read about it here

THANKS EUTERPE FAMILY FOR SHARING

Friday, July 20, 2012

New Release: Changing Gears

NEW RELEASE


Changing Gears


Winning the race doesn't equal winning at life


Word Count: 47896 
Author: Terie Garrison
ISBN: 978-1-61937-231-3

Summary

After receiving a classic racing bike for his birthday, Barry Sloane discovers that he has the makings of a top-notch bike racer. If things work out right, he could even go to the Olympics some day.

Of course, there are other attractions: the young women racers, and particularly Daphne Turner, who can kick Barry’s rear on a bike any day of the week.

Another discovery, though, puts him at odds with his best friend, and soon Barry has to choose between pursuing his Olympic dream and being the kind of friend he always imagined himself to be.

Now avaliable at Musa Publishing

Excerpt

I opened the garage door and wheeled the bike out. In the sunlight, the red paint almost seemed to glow. I strapped on the helmet, and with a wave to Mom, who stood in the garage watching me and sipping yet another cup of coffee, I rolled out into the street.

The bike, this Eddie Mercx—whoever he was—felt like it wanted to fly away with me. I went around the block, experimenting with changing the gears. It probably would’ve helped if I’d known what I was doing. Finally, I selected a comfortable gear and headed away from my neighborhood.

Our house was only a mile or so from the Coast Highway, a flat coastal route that paralleled the beach through most of San Diego. I figured it must be a great place to ride because there were always tons of cyclists on it.

I cruised along, enjoying the fresh air and the unfamiliar feel of the breeze tickling my ears. Every once in a while, some hot-shot in fancy bike clothes and wrap-around sunglasses would zip past, sometimes saying, “On your left,” as they approached from the rear. It didn’t take me long to figure out that that must be some kind of signal to let me know they were coming.

After about the three millionth rider passed me, I decided to see just how fast I could go. The bike had a computer thingy on it, and even though I hadn’t figured out how to work all the buttons, it was pretty obvious that the 11 and 12 that kept displaying must be the speed.

Just past the next light, the road went downhill a little, then flattened out into a long stretch. Seemed like a good place to try for a speed record. I started pedaling as fast as I could. It wasn’t long before I was moving too fast for my legs to keep up. Even though I’d practiced shifting a bit, I didn’t have a clue what the right gear would be, so I just coasted until I hit the flat. Harder and harder I pedaled, and I watched with satisfaction as the speedometer rose to 15, 16, 17, 18. I tried to suck in enough air, and the blood pounding in my ears matched my pounding heart. Finally I had to ease up. Not only could I barely breathe, but the light I was approaching turned yellow, then red. I braked, honestly glad that the traffic light gave me an excuse to stop

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Interview with Terie Garrison

I opened the garage door and wheeled the bike out. In the sunlight, the red paint almost seemed to glow. I strapped on the helmet, and with a wave to Mom, who stood in the garage watching me and sipping yet another cup of coffee, I rolled out into the street.

Today we bring to you an interview with Terie Garrison! Garrison's new book, Changing Gears, releases Friday!



~****Terie Garrison Interview****~


1. Could you start things off by telling us a little about your novel Changing Gears which releases this Friday?

 Changing Gears is actually the first novel I ever wrote. I was very involved in cycling back then, although I didn’t race much, and the idea for the book grew out of that. It took several drafts over a number of years before I hit on the idea of Barry’s best friend having this deep, dark secret. And when the beans get spilled, Barry finds out that he didn’t have this whole friendship thing down as well as he’d thought. Complicating everything is Barry’s discovery of bike racing, something he turns out to be very good at. Faced with important choices, he doesn’t always make the right ones.

2. Tell us a little about yourself? Maybe something juicy.

 Something juicy? I’m a writer, which means sitting all by myself, just me and my manuscript. Anything juicy is a figment of the imagination. :-) But let’s see. I work as a technical writer for my day job, writing user documentation for software systems. See, I told you, nothing juicy here. I’m originally from San Diego but now live in the Northwest of England. I have bikes in nearly every room of my house, but I don’t ride much anymore.

3. What do you do when you're not writing or reading?

Are there things to do other than writing and reading? I guess that’s one of the hard parts about having a day job as a writer: it means you write all day at work, then go home and write more. Although, actually, I got into crochet about a year ago and enjoy doing that. While listening to audiobooks, so I think even that still partly counts as reading.

4. If you're trapped on a deserted island, name 3 books you wish you had with you.

 I’m afraid I have to be pragmatic here. I’d want a book on growing food, one on survivalism, and a big, thick, unabridged dictionary because, you know, all the words are in there. If we want to go with novels, then I’d have to go with my comfort reads: Lord of the Rings (JRR Tolkien), The Harper Hall Trilogy (Anne McCaffrey), and the Farseer Trilogy (Robin Hobb). Which is sort of cheating since each of those is actually three books.

5. Tell me a bit about your process of writing. 

I have to start with a character and a problem. I think through a lot of scenarios about the character and the problem, and I start making lots of notes. I can’t really start writing until I know the beginning, the end, and the first major turning point. Once those are in place, I dive in. Despite being very organised for my day job, when it comes to fiction I’m a dyed-in-the-wool ‘pantser’; that is, I don’t outline, but I plot as I go ‘by the seat of my pants’. I’m in a critique group, and I start submitting chapters for critique fairly early in the process. That way, if something isn’t working, like if the narrator’s voice doesn’t sound quite right for the story or if I’ve misjudged the age of a character, I can fix it before getting too far in. And I do a lot of thinking during – and especially before – writing sessions. I call that ‘the writing that doesn’t look like writing’ because most people will say it looks like staring off into space.

6. Are you working on anything new at the moment?

 I’ve recently started a new YA novel, kind of an alternate world story set in a situation a lot like the German concentration camps in World War II, but with magic. I also have a few adult projects in various stages of percolating and simmering.

7. Of all the characters in Changing Gears, who do you feel you're most alike? Who is your favorite? Which character do you feel has the most impact?

I think I feel the most like Barry, the main character. He wants to do the right thing, but often says the wrong thing and just makes everything worse. That’s the story of my life! My favourite character is Daphne. In a lot of ways, she’s the teenager I wish I’d been. She was a lot of fun to write about. As far as which one has the most impact, that would have to be the guy who slugs Barry and gives him a black eye! Okay, but seriously, I hope it’s Barry. The story is told from his point of view, and I hope that readers will be able to understand his flaws, commiserate with his mistakes, and cheer for him in the end.

8. Do you have an author that has really inspired you?

Well, every author has inspired me in one way or another. But the one whose work inspired me to write novels for teenagers is SE Hinton. After the first time I read The Outsiders, I knew that that’s the sort of thing I wanted to write when I grew up. The impact that The Outsiders had on me is what I aspire to in my own writing.

9. If you had to describe your book in one sentence, what would it be?

  I really like the tag line someone in the Marketing department at Musa came up with: “Winning the race doesn’t equal winning at life.” Or to put it in quite a few more words, “For Barry Sloane, the challenges of turning sixteen include learning how to be a top-notch bicycle racer and discovering that his best friend is gay; now it’s time for him to learn how to deal with a complex, adult world.”

10. Can you tell us a little about the main character in Changing Gears?

 I think I’ve already said about as much as I can without giving away spoilers, and I don’t want to do that. In a nutshell, he’s a good guy who makes very human mistakes and learns a little bit about life as he tries to sort things out.

**CHANGING GEARS Excerpt**


The bike, this Eddie Mercx—whoever he was—felt like it wanted to fly away with me. I went around the block, experimenting with changing the gears. It probably would’ve helped if I’d known what I was doing. Finally, I selected a comfortable gear and headed away from my neighborhood.

Our house was only a mile or so from the Coast Highway, a flat coastal route that paralleled the beach through most of San Diego. I figured it must be a great place to ride because there were always tons of cyclists on it.

I cruised along, enjoying the fresh air and the unfamiliar feel of the breeze tickling my ears. Every once in a while, some hot-shot in fancy bike clothes and wrap-around sunglasses would zip past, sometimes saying, “On your left,” as they approached from the rear. It didn’t take me long to figure out that that must be some kind of signal to let me know they were coming.

After about the three millionth rider passed me, I decided to see just how fast I could go. The bike had a computer thingy on it, and even though I hadn’t figured out how to work all the buttons, it was pretty obvious that the 11 and 12 that kept displaying must be the speed.

Just past the next light, the road went downhill a little, then flattened out into a long stretch. Seemed like a good place to try for a speed record. I started pedaling as fast as I could. It wasn’t long before I was moving too fast for my legs to keep up. Even though I’d practiced shifting a bit, I didn’t have a clue what the right gear would be, so I just coasted until I hit the flat. Harder and harder I pedaled, and I watched with satisfaction as the speedometer rose to 15, 16, 17, 18. I tried to suck in enough air, and the blood pounding in my ears matched my pounding heart. Finally I had to ease up. Not only could I barely breathe, but the light I was approaching turned yellow, then red. I braked, honestly glad that the traffic light gave me an excuse to stop.


Bio:

Terie Garrison rode with several San Diego bicycle clubs and was active in the Ultra Marathon Cycling Association when she lived in California. She now lives in the UK.

Terie's other novels are AutumnQuest, WinterMaejic, SpringFire, and SummerDanse. She also co-ghostwrote Belonging, by Sameem Ali.

Check out her website! here



Friday, July 6, 2012

New Release Persephone










There are worse things than death, worse people too

The “talk” was bad enough, but how many teens get told that they’re a goddess? When her mom tells her, Persephone is sure her mother has lost her mind. It isn’t until Boreas, the god of winter, tries to abduct her that she realizes her mother was telling the truth. Hades rescues her, and in order to safely bring Persephone to the Underworld he marks her as his bride. But Boreas will stop at nothing to get Persephone. Despite her growing feelings for Hades, Persephone wants to return to the living realm. Persephone must find a way to defeat Boreas and reclaim her life.


Now Available at Musa Publishing


Excerpt
The branch crashed in front of me, scraping my legs. I ran for the parking lot as fast as I could. The frost closed in, surrounding me. I’d never been claustrophobic, but as the frost cut off my escape path with a solid white wall, I panicked.

Fog rolled in, like cold death, cutting off my view of the park. It curled around me, brushing against my face, arms, and legs. I turned back to the tree and ran faster, my dress tangling between my legs as the fog and icy wind blew against my skin.

The parking lot is the other way! my mind screamed. The other way was cut off by a mountain of ice. I felt as if I was being herded.

By ice?

I slipped on the icy ground, falling face first into the frost. Ice crept up my toes and along my legs. I thrashed and screamed. I felt the fog becoming a solid mass above me, pinning me to the ground. The ice piled around me. Am I going to be buried alive?

I dug my nails into the frigid snow in front of me and tried to claw my way out of the frosted death trap. I was so panicked I didn’t feel it when my nails broke against the impenetrable wall of ice, leaving red crescents of blood welling up on sensitive skin. An hysterical sob worked its way out of my throat as I gouged red lines into the ice. The ice was above my knees, snaking its way up my thighs. I shivered.

Shivering’s good, I reminded myself. It means your body hasn’t given up…yet. The cold was painful, like a thousand little knives pricking my skin. A violent tremor went up my spine, sending waves of pain through me.

“Help me!” I screamed, knowing it was futile. I was going to die here.

Except I couldn’t die. Could I? Mom said I was immortal, but was that all-inclusive? Did I have a weakness? Was snow my Kryptonite? If I got hurt, would I heal or would I be trapped in an injured body in pain forever?

I suddenly didn’t know if immortality was a good thing or a bad thing. The cold hurt. I was kicking, screaming, and clawing my way out of the frost, but for every inch I gained a mountain piled around me. I thought I heard a man’s laughter on the wind, the sound somehow colder than the ice freezing me into place.

The ground before my outstretched hand trembled. The shaking increased. The earth lurched beneath me. The surface cracked and the sound was so loud that for a moment all I could hear was high-pitched ringing in my ears. The ground split into an impossibly deep crevice. My voice went hoarse from screaming as I peered into the endless abyss, trapped and unable to move away from the vertigo-inducing edge.