Hunter S. Jones is an author I've gotten to know in the last few months, and she delves into the paranormal genre. Her writing delves into magic, voodoo, sex, drugs, and rock and roll (or as Keith Richards puts it, breakfast). She can be found at her blog, Exile On Peachtree Street, as well as her Facebook page. Thus far she has two stories diving straight into genre available in the Kindle format. Fables of the Reconstruction and Tales From A New Amsterdam can be found over at Amazon. Go on over and have a look.
Hunter is also part of an anthology project due to release their book this month, on the 21st of March. Moon Rose Publishing is releasing A Celtic Tapestry, a collection of short stories by Hunter and several fellow conspirators... also known as writers. Keep an eye out on Hunter's blog, and back here for the Moon Rose Publishing page in the next day or two.
Some information on A Celtic Tapestry:
The wheel of the year turns, bringing the joy of spring, the warmth of summer, the richness of autumn, and the merriment of winter. But eight Celtic festivals link these seasons together, bringing with them romance, lust, danger, and even magic. From a city under threat from night-time creatures at Ostara, to a selkie caught by the light of the Lughnasadh moon, to a writer caught in the flames of a fiery goddess at Imbolc.
Eight authors have come together to give their own twist on these festivals, weaving each story with a blend of myth, magic, and contemporary telling…to create A Celtic Tapestry
Hunter S Jones
Laura De Luca
Elle J Rossi
Tara Stogner Wood
Sabrina is becoming a magical creature—not just a clairvoyant withring that thwarts a vampire's thrall. In this exciting third installment, Sabrina learns how to travel the ley lines, and travels to another world called Beyond the Black Veil ~ a world where vampires outnumber humans ten to one, and humans are merely blood donors and objects of their sexual desires.
The Dagger of Delphi becomes her weapon of choice. And what becomes of Dante Badheart, whose spirit essences is contained in the stone he gave her when last he spoke to her from the dead, is another mystery that intrigues her.
Sabrina Strong's cousin, Lindee, has disappeared, and when she goes to the last place Lindee was seen, she finds herself transported to another world and century, where vampires rule. While trying to solve the mystery of where Lindee could be in this world, Sabrina encounters Drakulya—the real-life Dracula—a.k.a. The Impaler—who has somehow managed to become a vampire living in this strange world, and rules as King.
Next, some of you might remember the joint venture blog we did for awhile, a small group of writers, which we called Writers of Mass Distraction. We let it go dormant for awhile, but our Facebook page has taken off, with a crowd of thorough miscreants, ne'er do wells, and fellow writers. So we've decided to reopen the Wordpress Writers of Mass Distraction Page. Members of the group will get to post things like cover reveals, book releases, or whatever they wish to. Have a look over at it; we're getting things restarted at the moment, and follow us!
And my partner in crime and dear friend Norma Beishir marked the birthday of her son Collin at her blog Windchaser's Journey yesterday. Head on over and take a look, and wish Collin well. Norma is the one who got me to write, instead of just leaving the ideas I had in the back of my head to some future time. She's the reason the book is at hand. She's been a true friend.
I round things out today with a little game. I Write Like is a website I've seen before, and yesterday I saw it again, reading blogs that are nearly two weeks old (I'm running behind on reading). The idea is copying and pasting some paragraphs for analysis, and the program will tell you who you write like.
I copied in a passage from Chapter 29 of Heaven & Hell, and the program informed me that I write like Arthur Conan Doyle.
Well, that I'll take as a high compliment. Though none of my characters are a socially maladjusted opium addict.
If the program had told me I wrote like E.L. James, that would be the most grievous of insults. I would have no choice but to declare war on I Write Like.