Monday, October 21, 2013

Spotlight: Buddy's Writing Show

As a self-published author I know all too well how difficult it can be to get your name out there and market yourself. After I published my first work last fall through Amazon, I quickly learned that it takes a whole heck of a lot more than just simply getting your story out on paper, or pecking at the keyboard and typing it out on the computer screen. Either way, through many sleepless nights I have learned that within this field it takes a lot of work, sharing, and connecting with your audience.

When we look toward an outlet to get our work 'out there' we immediately go for our social networking (Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, and Google+ to name a few) and this is a wonderful plan. Just don't burn your friends out! The first I investigated, researched, and read about what to do after you've published your first composition, was to start blogging. This helps you to gain a lot of insight within the field as you build your followers.

The most recent avenue I am learning about are the live shows on YouTube. Then I noticed my friend here on Facebook who started his own writing show and I wanted to share this treasure with the rest of my social networking community. While Buddy is booked up for now, I would highly recommend contacting him (via the links provided below) if you are an author and are interested in being interviewed. This is a wonderful opportunity to connect with more individuals within your target audience - don't pass this up!

Buddy's Writing Show

The Host Guy

The Host Guy
Buddy Gott
The host of Buddy's Writing show is the witty and charming Buddy Gott, who hails from the Eastern state of Delaware. I first met Buddy many moons ago through friends I had been working with. My memories of Buddy are someone who shared the same love of movies and who also loved not only the art of conversation, but the complexities of analyzing. He is definitely someone you can have fun with! Some of his charm is visible here in his new show where he interviews authors. This is definitely a show worth subscribing to and following. I am eagerly anticipating the next interview.  I also look forward to his future published works!

Author Spotlight

Author Crissy Moss
On the other side of the continent, in Washington, hails the author Crissy Moss, who is spotlighted in Buddy's Writing Show. Moss is the author of several books including "Small Bites", "Illicit Gains Series", and "Osiren's Tears".  Through her Amazon author page she proclaims that she started publishing in 1995, this puts her just shy of 20 years in the publishing field.

"It was an interesting time as websites started offering more content. First newspapers, then magazines, and finally books became easier to get online. And in the midst of it writers had to adapt, too. I had a front seat to it all" Crissy Moss Amazon Author Page

With just about a dozen books under her belt, Moss is known for her 'spin' on writing. She writes within the fantasy, science fiction, paranormal and horror genres. On her Amazon site she states that her "writing is often eclectic" within her genres and also include "a little romance", she adds that she "always spins an interesting yarn."


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Saturday, October 19, 2013

GWR Sorrow's Point Tour

About the Author

Danielle DeVor spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching "Salem's Lot" way too many times. After living briefly in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, she moved back to her hometown to write. When Devor is not reading or writing (about weird things) you can find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino.

About the Book

Not all exorcists are created equal- especially those that are "marked".
When defrocked ex-priest, Jimmy Holiday, agrees to help an old friend's sick daughter, Lucy, he unearths unexpected horrors. Blackmoor, his friend's new residence, has a dark history that makes it appear almost alive. Jimmy must decide if Lucy is only ill, or if the haunting of the house and her apparent possession are real.
After the house begins affecting him as well; seeing colors of magic and his voice taking on an unusual power, Jimmy discovers that he is apparently "marked". Whatever being "marked" means, Jimmy doesn't care. He wants to help Lucy. Helping Lucy means performing the exorcism.
Jimmy knows the ceremony, but it's belief that matters. And if a demon is using a little girl as a meatsuit, his faith had better be strong enough to kick it back to Hell. Otherwise, he might damn them both.


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1st - $25 Amazon gift card 
2nd - T-shirt with Sorrow's Point cover
3rd - signed bookmark

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midnight US eastern October 15 through 11:59 pm October 25

Tour Schedule:
Oct. 15 Tyrneathem Excerpt
Oct. 16 fuonlyknew Review & Character Guest Post
Oct. 17 Sarah Aisling Character Guest Post
Oct. 18 Doing Some Reading Review
Oct. 19 What Shall We Blog About Today? Http:// Excerpt
Oct. 20 Girl Who Reads Author Interview
Oct. 21 1 Book Lovers Opinion Character Guest Post
Oct. 23 Cabin Goddess Review & Top Ten List

Excerpt 2:


It all started with a phone call. To a lot of people, a phone call is a mundane thing, an everyday occurrence that, for the most part, has no bearing on your everyday life. But this phone call, it was something else entirely.
Here I was, sleeping in my bed, warm, relaxed, and then the phone rang. I looked at the clock—three a.m., the true witching hour. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and groaned. The phone rang again. Are you kidding me? I picked up the phone.
“Jimmy?” the voice asked.
I wiped my hand over my face to try to wake up. Who in the Hell is this? I sat up, pushing the covers off my legs. I turned and dangled them over the side of the bed. It hit me then. I recognized this voice. It was the voice of my past; someone I hadn’t heard from in years. This voice, after all this time, seemed somehow unchanged. “Will.”
I heard him breathing into the phone. He sounded distressed.
“I’m sorry for calling so late,” he said.
Why he was apologizing, I wasn’t sure. The deed had already been done. I’d be lucky to get back to sleep at all.
I heard him cough. “It’s about Lucy,” he said.
Now, I was confused, and honestly kind of irritated. He was calling, waking me up, for someone I didn’t even know. “Lucy who?”
“Lucy ... my daughter.”
I felt like someone had sucked all the air out of my lungs with a shop-vac. At one time, Will and I had been great friends. I didn’t even know he was married, but then, maybe he wasn’t. “I ... I didn’t know you had a daughter, Will.”
“Ah Hell.” I heard what sounded like him hitting the steering wheel with his hand. “Shit. Has it been that long?”
I rolled my eyes. Yes, you idiot, it’s been years. “Yes, it’s been that long.”
I heard him blow his nose. “Well,” he said. “I have a question.”
“My daughter needs help, and I don’t know what to do.”
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, trying to wake up. “What’s going on, Will?”
He took a deep breath.
“Do you still believe?” he asked.
My eyebrows wrinkled together. They always did when I got confused about something. My mother used to comment on it all the time. It irritated the Hell out of me. But with Will, he wasn’t making any sense. “What are you talking about?”
“God. I’m talking about God.”
Now it was my turn for a breath. I hadn’t been asked that question for a long time. Ten years at least. “Yes, I still believe.”
Again, I could hear him take a breath. “Can I meet you somewhere?”
I sat up straighter. “Now?”
“Please, Jimmy. I know this is a lot to ask, but please.”
I rolled my head backwards towards the ceiling. I allowed my breath to escape, and my shoulders slumped. My chance at sleep was totally gone. “Where are you?”
“Sitting in your driveway.”
I jumped up and pulled back the curtain next to the bed. Sure enough, there he was sitting in my driveway in what looked to be a green Toyota 4Runner that had seen better days. I waved, let the curtain fall and hung up the phone.
It was damn creepy, and I didn’t like it. Something was wrong about this whole situation. Least of all, someone I hadn’t talked to in over ten years randomly showing up at my house in the middle of the night.
I dropped my phone on my bed. “Dammit.” Bed looked good right now, going downstairs didn’t. I left my bedroom, stumbling slightly. When I got downstairs, I turned on the hallway light and opened the door. He was standing there, blonde hair mussed, face white, hands shaking. What the Hell had happened to him?
“Come in,” I said.
He shuffled in and turned left, walking right into my living room. He narrowly avoided my pile of books and sat down in my old brown recliner. I shuffled my feet on the brown shag carpet then I sat opposite him on the sofa.
“I’m scared, Jimmy,” he said.
I shook my head. “I’m not trying to be mean, but what’s that got to do with me?”
He sat forward in the chair and looked me in the eyes. “I need a priest.”
I sighed. I should have known. “Okay. But I’m not a priest, Will.”
His eyes looked haunted, by what, I had no idea, but it was unsettling to see him this unhinged. “I know,” he said. “But they won’t listen to me, and Lucy needs one.”
I paused. This was just too weird. “Why do you think Lucy needs a priest?”
Will wiggled out of his coat and laid it on the floor beside the recliner. His arms were scratched so badly, it looked like he’d recently tangled with a lion.
“See what she did to me?” he asked. His eyes had taken on a crazed look. “Lucy needs a priest. She’s possessed.”
I sat back. You don’t randomly hear someone talk about possession every day. “Why do you say that?”
He looked at me, his face suddenly very serious. “Because she is.”