Thursday, December 18, 2014

Q&A with....Pippa Jay!!!!

1.  Tell us about your newest release. 

No Angel is a futuristic urban fantasy short with a sexy, conflicted incubus and the lost angel he’s sent to find.


How far would you fall for love?

Centuries ago, guardian angel Lucien committed a terrible sin. He gave into his own desires and revealed himself to the mortal woman he'd been charged to protect. By kissing her, he condemned himself. Torn of his wings and his angelic powers, thrown down into the City Below, Lucien now serves Satan as an incubus who claims souls for his master from the City Above, and who feeds on the energy stolen from his mortal lovers. Dark, sexy and charming, he's been top of his league for decades uncounted.

Until His Infernal Highness decides to send Lucien looking for a lost angel. Lucien has no idea what he did to deserve such a punishment, and the touch of an angel could destroy him. Yet the challenge and the potential kudos of seducing one of his former heavenly kin leads him on.

But when he finds the angel, he learns he still has more to lose than his already forsaken soul.

2.  What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story? 

That I have some very strange ideas about Hell and who Satan might be. I also used a body part word that I’d shied away from so far, but it fitted the style and content of the scene. ;)

3.  Do you have any interesting quirks or rituals? 

I don’t know that anyone would describe them as interesting. I have a thing about numbers, so I like to have matching, round or even numbers for things like reviews or likes. I won’t even get out of bed or do anything without my glasses on - I hate not being able to see properly. I don’t like to step on cracks in the pavement.

4.  What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer? 

Oh, the list is waaaay too long to mention! My top author influences just now are Neal Asher, Jaine Fenn, and Isaac Marion.

5.  What does your family think about your career as a published author? 

They’ve finally stopped calling me crazy and consider it fairly cool, especially my kids because their teachers take interest in it.

6.  Besides writing, what other interests do you have? 

Watching and reading scifi, sewing (particularly making cosplay outfits), drawing, creating graphics and mock covers for my books, dancing to keep fit, and I have a pet leopard gecko and five bantam chickens to care for.

7.  Can you tell us what is coming up next for you? 

I’m working on edits to re-release my debut novel, the rights for which reverted to me earlier in the year. I also have a YA dystopian romance releasing in April 2015.

8.  How can readers connect with you online?

My favourite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter, but you can find me at the links below, and I have a Contact Me form on my website.
Blogs –
Adventures in Scifi -
Spacefreighters Lounge -
Amazon page -


A new burning consumed his body. He wanted to reach out and hold her. Wrap his arms around her, and drown in her kiss. But even as he took one shaky step toward her, the light and goodness within her scorched him and he staggered back a step, one arm thrown up to shield himself.
"Lucien." Her voice washed over him like a sweetly scented summer breeze. He dared to drop his arm and look at her again.
"Miranda." Her name came out as a growl, and he cursed himself for it.
Her frown deepened. "Lucien, what's happened to you?" She took a step closer and he shied away. No matter how she'd come to him, welcomed him, her angelic powers could still be deadly. "Oh, my love, what have you become?"
My love. The words cut him as deeply as the priest's forgiveness. The pain stirred his resentment. She had been the cause of his fall. The reason for his torment. And now she was scolding him for it?
"What I am is what you helped turn me in to." He raised his head, glared at her. "What I am is because of you."
She shook her head. "Is that really what you think? That it's all my fault?" Tears glimmered in her eyes. "I've watched you for a long time now. Waiting for the right time to come to you. I've seen how your existence has come to trouble you more in the last decades. How the tasks set to you have crushed what remains of your soul."
Lucien snorted. "My soul? I lost that with my heart. And my wings."
"No. You didn't. You hate what you do. You sealed your heart in stone to protect yourself, but you can't bring yourself to fully give into the darkness, no matter what."
Lucien shuddered. "You're wrong."
"You know I'm not." She took another step toward him, and though he tried to back away he found himself trapped against the brick wall. She put up her hand, palm outward, as if to touch him. His breath stalled in his chest and his whole body might just as well have become stone. He couldn't move.

About Pippa:

After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).

You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.
You can also find her on Facebook, Pinterest, Google+, and Wattpad

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Ho Ho Ho...... Happy Holidays!!!

It's ALMOST Christmas. As I get closer to the big day, the more I want to snuggle with a Christmas romance. How about you?

         Tell me about your 2014 Christmas romances that you've read so far.

One lucky commenter will win a $25 Amazon egift card from me.

Chat Wed night with..... Alyssa Alexander!

Berkley author Alyssa Alexander joins us to discuss her new release, IN BED WITH A SPY. Door prize: One lucky winner will receive a signed copy of IN BED WITH A SPY!  
Moderated by CrazyMo.
When? Tonight (Wed) night at 9:00PM Eastern time
Where? or go to and click on RRT CHAT. 
Once the Sign In screen loads, just type your name and choose Mo's room from the chat room menu.
New to this chat room or haven't been here in awhile? Please update your java so you won't have problems getting into the chat room ;(
Hope to see you where the answer to who we'd all love to be in bed with, WILL be answered ;)
Author's website:

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Q&A with......Atthys Gage!!!

1.  Tell us about your newest release.      

It's called a YA title called Spark, a frolicsome romantic teen comedy about the end of the world as we know it.  All right, I'll be honest: it does feature a ridiculously charming teen romance and it has a lot of funny moments, but mostly it's about what happens when a fleck of sentient, self-aware stardust befriends a 15-year-old high school girl. The world as we know it may or may not be ending, but that's pretty much always the way high school feels, right? 

2.  What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story?   

Most important lesson:  when some character you thought was just going to be a walk-on extra grabs the spotlight and starts stealing all the best lines, get out of her way!

3.  Do you have any interesting or quirks or rituals?   

Generally, I write everything out in a series of spiral bound notebooks before editing the second draft directly into the word processor. In this way, I can work while waiting for mechanics and doctors and eyeglass repair people. And kids. I spend an ungodly amount of time waiting for my kids.

4.  What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?   

 I pretty much kept the whole writing thing a secret, at least until I had finished my first book. I needed to see if I could actually write a whole book before I told anybody I was even trying. My influences are far too many to start naming here, but among current writers, Ann Patchett and Markus Zuzak quietly knock my socks off. Polly Horvath is great, too.

5.  What does your family think about your career as a published author?    

They've been great. I'm inexplicably fond of them. They especially like the "published" part, but they were always supportive, even when writing was just a convoluted, Rube Goldberg pipe dream.

6.  Besides writing, what other interests do you have?  

I like strong coffee, black and white movies and ancient rural blues recordings, but I'll dabble in almost anything. Basically, there is no end to the number of things I'll use to distract myself from cleaning the chicken coop and balancing the checkbook.

7.  Can you tell us what is coming up next for you? 

I've recently written a paranormal thriller called Whisper Blue, about a man who invents an internet ghost, only to have it come to life. I discovered after writing it that I had inadvertently created a sort of mirror image version of Mary Shelley' Frankenstein.

8.  How can readers connect with you online? 

I'm on Facebook at and Twitter at and doing some guest-blogging. I shouldn't be too hard to find.


People are dying downtown, their bodies shriveled away to almost nothing. The police are mystified and outrageous rumors are flying. Fifteen year-old Francy Macmillan listens, but says nothing. It isn't a comfort knowing that no matter how far-fetched the theories, the truth is even stranger.

For Francy, the truth wasn't very hard to find. It followed her home from basketball practice one night, a floating bauble of light that speaks inside her mind and shares her thoughts and her feelings. Is it an alien wanderer fallen from some distant star? Or a shard of some divine entity? Whatever it is, Spark seems to like her.

But as their friendship grows, a disturbing fact emerges: Spark knows who is responsible for those deaths. With Spark's help, it is up to Francy to stop them. Spark leads Francy into a strange alternate reality, along with her friends: beautiful Echo with the dragon tattoo; moody Brooke with the wicked jaw; and Owen Owens, the boy with the fascinating eyes who may just get around to kissing her one of these days—assuming the world doesn't end first.


Snap! The air cracked like a cap pistol. Something bright flew across the room.
I wheeled around with my hand still full of hair.
"What the…?"
It flared orange—then red—a bright floating fleck of light. I watched it swirl, slowly stirring the air, rising like an ember from a campfire.
I dropped my hairbrush. My hair was on fire! I grabbed my head with both hands, pawing through my hair. "No, no, no...!"
But I couldn't feel anything burning. I checked in the mirror. Nope. Not on fire. Not even a little.
I turned around again. The fleck hovered at eye-level now. It wasn't orange any more. It was blue. I leaned in a little closer. It blinked white, then blue again.
"Okay, this is..."
But really, I couldn't think of a word that fit. I circled it in slow, careful steps. It stayed still, dangling in the air. I reached out a finger. The fleck flashed silver and spiraled upward, before settling at eye level again. Reflected in the dresser mirror, a second fleck performed the same maneuver.
"What are you?" My voice quavered a little. I wasn't scared—not exactly—but I could feel my heart beating pretty fast. I leaned in closer.
"What were you doing in my hair?" It made a tight vertical loop, pulsing green, blue, then green again.
"Why are you doing that?" I don't know why I kept asking it questions like I thought it could answer. I guess I was really talking to myself. I pushed my lips out and blew, just gently. The fleck flickered in the tiny draft, but it didn't blow away. If anything, it drew a little closer. I had the sudden impulse to run downstairs and get a jar from the kitchen and see if I could catch it, but I didn't do that. Instead, I put my hand out. The fleck danced in until it was barely an inch above my open palm. I braced myself and watched it settle into my hand. It was cool and tiny on my skin.
"Hey," I whispered. "What are you?"
It glowed and I heard a sound, low and metallic: bonk.
"Was that you?"
There was a chirp, and then a low warbling hoot like when you blow air over the top of a bottle. None of these sounds came in through my ears. They were just there, sounding inside my head.
Again, it went bonk. That seemed to be its favorite. A click, a whistle, a little wooden pop. Far-off thunder rumbled. Quiet at first, it rose up inside me, getting bigger and louder. The sound swooped up into a squeal, then dropped even faster to a sub-woofer grumble and faded to silence.
"Is this supposed to mean something?"         
It made a soft chugging noise, like a little toy train. The whole time, the thing just sat there glowing in my palm.
"I don't think we're getting anywhere."
It rose into the air until it hung just a few inches from my nose. I stared. It glowed blue, flashed silver, then paled to dull violet.
"It's okay," I said, and this time I was totally talking to myself. "This isn't really happening. It's a dream. I'm dreaming. A dream about a little fleck of light that floats around, making strange noises..."
Then, it flared bright crimson and flew straight into my head.


Atthys Gage is a writer and musician with a lifelong love for myth, magic, and books. His second real job was in a bookstore. As was his third, fourth, fifth and sixth. Eventually, he stopped trying to sell books and started writing them. After studying classics at Haverford College, he developed an interest in the ways that ancient stories influence modern story-telling, and has always had a fascination for that cloudy borderline between the normal and the paranormal. He lives on the coast of Northern California with his long-suffering wife, strong-willed children, and several indifferent chickens.