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Guest Post: Darlene Jones, author of Embraced

 
A saucy Guest Post from Darlene Jones is next up on our Passion Guest Post Series.  I love Darlene’s desire to change the world through her art. Please welcome Darlene.
 
The first thought that often pops into our minds when we hear the word “passion” relates to love and sex. We don’t always link the forces that drive us to do the things we do as passion. And yet, it seems to me that passion is the central core of our thoughts and actions.
 
I also believe that our writing reflects our passions and they are revealed when we see them on paper. This came as a bit of a shock to me when I looked back at what I had written. My first book grew from, of all things, insomnia. When I couldn’t sleep, I told myself stories. They certainly didn’t help to solve the problem and there came a time when I felt compelled to write the story down (another passion in disguise?)
My intent was to write an entertaining novel of magic and romance. I didn’t know it would grow to four books before the “happily ever after” ending. Nor did I know that my books would touch on a number of serious world issues.

 

Going back to book one and rereading them is an exercise in discovery. I see that teaching and teens play significant roles in each. I was an educator and most of my career was spent working with grades seven to nine, so I guess that’s not so surprising. 

I criticize anyone who denigrates teaching. Teachers get the whole world started. And I refuse to accept the answer, “I’m just a teacher to the question, “what do you do?” I believe all children should have a solid education base and I wish I could wave a magic wand to make it so. Yes, I’m passionate about education.
 
In also rant about war, the media, rich versus poor …. If I were to make a list, it would be a long one. I’ve found that my passions are linked to human welfare and many of them are much too grand for any one individual to solve, but we can impact the whole if we make our own little corner of the world a better place.
 
I recent survey asked people to rank the things they looked for in their fiction reading. I was surprised to see that “learning something” was number one. On reflection, I realize that the books I love best are ones that teach me something. In Domingos Angel I learned about conditions in Spain during Franco’s rule. In The Nine Lives of Charlotte Taylor I learned more about Canadian history. In The Winter Pony (an amazing story told from the horses’ point of view) I learned about the trek to the South Pole. The list could go on and on, but what is most interesting is that the books I learned something from are the ones most vivid in my mind.
None of this is to say that my books are preachy, but I do try to get readers thinking while they are being entertained. Perhaps that’s yet another passion.
My latest release is EMBRACED

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Darlene’s Bio
 
A long time ago, I lived in Mali. Every single day, I wished I could wave a magic wand to relieve the heart-wrenching poverty. The story line of my books reflects my desire to wave that wand and make the world a better place. If only wishes could come true. And of course, every novel needs its love story, so along with the sci-fi magic, I’ve added the requisite romance.
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Wren’s Journal: New Name New Moon

Hey there, it’s magic Sofia Wren
I have decided to change my name. Again. One. Last. Time. Because I am coming out of the darkness.First I clear a space for the magic to rest. And then I awake in it.

My name is Sofia and I’m also a Wren, a magical creature. I have decided to fly free and reach for the moon.

I turned over my future and it was a Hanged Man Reversed.

This card filled me with fear. But a reversed hanged man is free.

He speaks off shedding sacrifice and material good to free the spirit.


“I am willing to suspend my personal comforts for the richness of the spirit.” Greer, Tarot for the Self.

According to the numerology in Greer’s book, the year 2013 is the year of my Death. It happens this one year in my life, and never again.

This year I transform, and my spirit fly. It is terrifying, but the changes feel right.

Ripples are spreading over the art that I am creating.

I am art, my business is art, my writing is art, magic is art. Art is magic.

“I recognize my potential and my ability to manifest my desires.”

Just Breath.

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The Magic Circle by Waterhouse

 

Cauldron Magic!

I am absolutely nuts about cauldrons. Since I discovered how effective it is to use cauldrons in my meditations, I return to this visualization almost every day. I feel clear and ready for anything after this. 

The ramifications for me were so drastic, it has led me to share the magic to everyone on my blog. Magic works! You just have to figure out how you tick so you can communicate with your oh-so-magical inner self with the right images.

Most ancient traditions include a veneration of the elements. Usually there are four or five, and in the West we usually go with Spirit, Earth, Air, Fire and Water. If you align more with a Chinese tradition, great news—Wood, Metal, Water, Fire and Earth–are also all involved in this meditation.

Why do you need them all? Truth is, certain elements will align with some people more than others. 

If you’ve been spending years trying to imagine yourself as a tree rooting in the earth, and you aren’t Earthy at all, you may be going crazy. Many books on Wicca, Paganism, and even broader New Age self help mention the basic energy techniques of grounding, centering, and shielding. For some reason, most of these instructions have an Earth or an Air bent. A bubble around you is an example of an Air shield.

Guess what? Those never ever worked for me. For years I tried the same visualizations in multiple places wondering why I didn’t feel a difference in my life. In fact a lot of the time, they just made me more stressed. That was definitely the opposite of what I was going for with all this stuff.

Until one day, I read about the Welsh goddess Cerridwen, and tried visualizing a cauldron. Later I found I have a Fire and Water bend to my style, so it makes sense that cauldrons vibe with me.

By using this visualization often, I now can get some space in super-stressful situations within a minute. I also get more out of the visualizations that never worked before because I can sink into the feeling of the elemental flows that I align with better.

 I think everyone should give the Cauldron Meditation a try and see what parts of the meditation relax and resonate the most. 

Please let me know if you are confused by my rambles! What is your element? Do you have more than one favorite?

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PASSION– February Author Guest Post Series

Our monthly celebration of writing, reading and PASSION, this month’s topic.

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February 12th
February 26th

 

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Nina D’Angelo visits today to talk about the Passion behind her debut novel Nowhere to Run. The book blurb sounds amazing and I am so happy to welcome Nina today.
 
 I’m a Maryland native so I am still recovering from the Superbowl so it’s a slow start today–welcome Nina! She is first in this month’s Passion themed guest post series.

 

 
 
The Book Blurb: 
 

A dominatrix is murdered; her body displayed in a show of dominance. An actress is found dead beneath the Hollywood sign. There’s a murderer roaming the streets of Los Angeles and he’s having far too much fun to stop.

Stephanie Carovella is a woman of fire and ice. She left her career, her friends and her home town of LA but she couldn’t outrun the demons of her past. When she is lured back by the death of her best friend she enters a world where no one’s safe.

Can Stephanie find her friend’s killer or will she discover that she has nowhere to run?

See Below for an excerpt of Nowhere to Run

The Guest Post

I always find it interesting to read how authors fell into writing. For some, they had time off after they lost their job, had a baby – or had an experience in their life, in which they suddenly had time to write and they had a story to tell.

For others – like myself, it wasn’t a case of falling into writing, it was more one of I was born to be a writer. For as long as I can remember, I have loved writing. I wrote my first novel when I was 15. It’s tucked in a drawer somewhere, and it will stay there. I wrote my second at 26. I’m planning on reviving that and turning it into a kickass story. 

I’ve always written. It’s something I’m extremely passionate about. For me, I have to sit down and write something every day simply because this is how I express myself – from the way I feel about people, and places to things that have happened in my life – I write it all down. I totally suck at speaking about my own emotions, but I can nail them on paper. Go figure.

When I started writing Nowhere to Run, it consumed me completely. I was extremely passionate about everything – from the research to my ideas and where I wanted to go with the novel. It took up a lot of my thoughts – and now that it’s finished, it still does. These feelings spilled onto paper. I made my main character, Stephanie Carovella, a very fiery, passionate person who is headstrong, reckless and sometimes seems a little selfish. The reality is, when she does something it’s for a reason. She’s determined to seek justice for her best friend, who was murdered, and equally determined to protect everyone else in her life. 

Nowhere to Run also has a lot tumultuous relationships. All the characters are fiery and there are several romances happening between the pages. These romances will heat up in the second novel in the Stephanie Carovella series, Nowhere to Hide. You will see Stephanie Carovella torn between two men – one who loves her passionately and would do anything for her and another, who she fights against loving because he reminds her of the man she lost. 

I started writing Nowhere to Hide, as soon as I finished writing Nowhere to Run. I simply had to.  One of the aspects of being a writer (or at least in my case) is that once you get an idea in your head, it will eat at you and continue to do so until you write it down. This happened with Nowhere to Hide. I started thinking about it, even before I’d finished Nowhere to Run.  I knew as soon as the idea popped into my head, it had to be book two of the Stephanie Carovella series.

So far, I’ve actually got about 15 books for this series planned. They’re all ideas that came to me as I was writing Nowhere to Run. Some, I may discard and some I may mix up a little. Book two, I want to release by August 2013, and book three by December 2013.

A lot of non-writer people tell me this is not possible, but when you really want something, you can make it happen. It’s all about passion. You need passion to stay focused on your writing. You need it to stay dedicated and to have the determination to make these goals a reality.

I have that passion. I don’t write because I want to make millions. Of course, I want to make money from my books. Every author does, but what I am really passionate about is sharing my story with people. Introducing people to these amazing heroes and heroines – all who would do anything and everything to protect the people they love. I want to draw people into my world.

I want people to feel the same passion about my characters as I do. I want them to love my stories and feel inclined to read more.

The reality with writing is this, if you don’t feel passionately about your work then neither will your readers. If you’re not enthusiastic about what you write, then it will seep through and your writing will end up lifeless.

As a writer, you live, breathe and eat your work. You have no choice in the matter, simply because once you get started, it’s almost impossible to stop until you’re completely finished.

As a writer passion is everything. Without it, we wouldn’t be the authors we are. Nor would the books be as good.

Passion rules us.

But you know what? I’m okay with that.

About Nina D’Angelo:

Nina D’Angelo is a freelance writer and photographer. After graduating from Deakin University in 2005, with a Bachelors Degree in Journalism and Public Relations, Nina briefly worked in P.R. Not satisfied with her profession, she returned to freelance writing. Since graduation from University, she has written her own TV series, produced a music show for three seasons, worked for several music magazines and her photography was published in Aqua Pulse.

In 2012, she decided to take the plunge into the fiction world and started writing her debut novel, Nowhere to Run. Nowhere to Run is the first novel in the Stephanie Carovella series. Its release date is February 14th 2013. 

Nina has already started working on her second novel – and the second in the Stephanie Carovella series. Nowhere to Hide is slated for an August release. Nina also plans on releasing her third novel in December 2013, which will be part of the Live and Let Die series.

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Prologue Except from Nowhere to Run

Angeline closed her eyes, her breathing shaky. With tears sliding down her cheeks, she slowly counted to ten. She clutched the kitchen knife in her hands, the handle slippery with her own blood.

This time he’d kill her. Of this, she didn’t doubt, but she also knew she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She’d fight him to the very end.

She swallowed convulsively. How could he have found her? After all this time, how could he have possibly known where she was? She’d been so careful in covering her tracks – in erasing any trace of her past.

Her eyes flew open, hearing his heavy footsteps. Slow and steady, they moved along the polished, wooden floorboards. She crouched further down in her wardrobe, a silent prayer tumbling from her lips. She prayed for all her past sins, praying for anything to get her out of this nightmare.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she shakily wiped away the tears wetting her cheeks. Never again would she see her friends. Never again would she hold them close and let them know how much they meant to her. How much she loved them. They were the closest she had to a real family, but now she would never get the chance to say her goodbyes.

She gasped, panic rippling through her. Stuffing a fist into her mouth, she bit down hard, a sob escaping from her. Stephanie! She had to warn Stephanie. She had to warn her to stay away; to stay where she was safe. If he had found her then it would only be a matter of time before he found Stephanie too.

Hearing his footsteps moving towards her, she froze, her heart pounding rapidly. She could almost taste her own fear. This was the end for her. She was going to die. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to fight him off. He was strong – so much stronger than her.

Straightening her back, she took a deep breath. No more was she going to let fear rule her. Even while there was a part of her terrified of dying, another part of her was completely at peace with it.

Once it was done, he wouldn’t be able to scare her anymore. No more would she put up with the terror of never knowing when he would strike. He wouldn’t be able to hurt her anymore. She knew this. She’d finally be free; free from the hell he’d put her through. And, the truth was, she was tired. She was so tired of looking over her shoulder all the time.

She exhaled, hearing his footsteps stop. They started again, as he entered her bedroom. She watched him from the cracks of her bedroom closet, holding her breath in, fearing he could hear every sound she made – fearing he could hear every breath she took.

“Sweet Angeline, you’re being very naughty. Come out wherever you are. You can’t hide from me forever, my darling Angel,” he sang, spinning around the room. Her grip on the knife tightened. She waited, her heart racing, watching the closet door handle slowly turn. As soon as the door opened she pounced, a raw scream ripping from deep within her throat.  Adrenaline surged through her as she tackled him to the ground.

She clawed at him, fury driving her. She raised the knife above her head, bringing it down in a vicious thrust. He parried the thrust, catching her arm before she could make contact with his body. His other hand shaped into a fist, slamming into her jaw. He smiled coldly, watching her slump unconscious to the ground.

“I’m sorry my sweet Angeline. I didn’t really want to do that, but you left me with no choice.” he whispered, tenderly stroking her blonde hair.

“You wondered why I wanted you, my Angel. You’ve got spirit. You’re a fighter. I like that in my woman.”

He lovingly ran his hands over her body. “You’re the key. You’re what will bring her back to me. It’s why I chose you,” he whispered, gently caressing his lips against her cheek.

Straightening up, his expression turned cold. He slid the knife blade across her cheek, drawing blood.

He spoke to the silent room. “Now, it’s time to get this party started.”

 


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Wren’s Magic Vlog: B is for Blackberry on Youtube

I’ve always been a fan of finding wild blackberries in the woods and eating all the ripe ones I can. It makes me feel very fae, like a uncontainable force of nature.

There is a lot to blackberries magically. In my video I share two poems, one from the Druid Plant Oracle (so amazing for anyone interested in herbs) and one from Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs.

Blackberries ripen in cycles. Perhaps this abundant stockpile of ripe and almost ripe berries is why they are used for money magic. I suspect this cyclical growth is also why blackberries are feminine.

Not to mention the bear mama vibe the plant gives off with its scary thorns. To grab a berry you need to be very careful!

The power of these thorns must also be involved in the protection aspect that blackberries have, visitors beware.

Blackberries are very difficult to contain. As am I. In my video I mention a name you may only be familiar with if we’ve engaged in email correspondence. Sofia Wren is a name I intend to use in the next year to describe the creatrix behind the magic. I have two first names, as my Muse refuses to be boxed with one. I have decided to accept her terms. Sofia is my healing side, and Wren is the wild bear.

Guess who blackberries are sacred to?Another entity with many faces is the Goddess Brigit. I share an invocation to Brigid that could be swapped around for this weeks celebration of Imbolc. Its the pagan version of Groundhog’s day.

Blackberries are tenacious and rooted in case you needed some first chakra healing. The plants actually are used by herbalists—make a tincture with the roots and you can skip a portion of your medicine cabinet. Curious? Check out the video

Have you seen A is for Apple Magic?

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 January’s Inspirational Guest Posts wrap up with Jeri Walker-Bicket, JeriWB to her friends. She’s a lovely soul, and I so enjoy getting an inside peek at her writing as her critique partner. I can tell you this lady is intelligent, elegant and methodical in her approach to literature and writing. 

Jeri thank you for telling us about your Muse and Inspiration!
-Wren 

Snap out of it! Only the least creative souls cannot find fault with such advice. Inspiration islike a drug, and when it fades, despair often takes its place. So many people slowly lose their creative spark by losing themselves to the mundane and incessant demands of daily life.Though I have always wanted to be a writer, a decade of devoting myself to teaching Englishzapped my writing soul.

Thankfully, opportunity knocked in the form of relocating to the other side of the country formy husband’s dream job. I guess it’s my dream job too, because I now finally have the time to pursue my neglected writing dreams.

I’ve spent the last year and a half reconnecting with that sense of wonder necessary to make me feel the motivation to write. Everything in life is a potential source of inspiration, but a person has to open themselves to the possibilities. I’m not the type of girl that waits for the Muse to find her. Like clockwork, I put my butt in my office chair and get to work!

In short, here are five methods I rely on to find inspiration:

Freewriting: I am trying to break myself of a bad self-editing habit, so freewriting to discover ideas helps. Specifically, I enjoy loop writing, which is a structured form of freewriting where the writer underlines strong lines and then starts a new prompt based on those lines.

Collecting Images: I used to collect photos from National Geographic and laminate them for use in classroom activities. Now I use them to get my creative juices flowing. An online image search can also accomplish the same thing, and my interest in Pinterest is gathering steam.

Overhearing Conversation: During a recent trip to NYC, while being herded like cattle to the top of the Empire State Building, an old woman gripping her walker cried out, “Is this the ride? I thought this was the ride! Is it going to start soon?” Immediately, I wondered, what’s her story?

Finding Objects: My grandmother’s collection of thousands of buttons is one way I trick my brain into wondering what type of character a button would belong to. An abandoned car, a ghost town, a lost baby doll. Everything is just a potential story waiting to happen.

Traveling: Going places is more or less my excuse to take photographs. Digital photos can be endlessly tinkered with, much like words can. I guess I find the world in all its infinite variety and my relative insignificance in it to be oddly comforting

Even with the gift of time afforded by a change in living circumstances, I still found myself at a standstill when it came to starting something new. Could I still write creatively? Would the sentences be clunky? I snapped out of self-doubt by rewriting five of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories and publishing them in an eBook titled Popular Poe Stories in Plain English. I also wrote many blog posts, which surely helped whip me once again find my writing way.

I’m no longer in a big rush to publish, but I am releasing a collection of literary short stories titled Such is Life. The fiction I am most drawn to bears the stamp of literary realism, though my work in progress, Lost Girl Road, is a psychological suspense story set in the woods of northwest Montana. The most helpful realization on my path to finding inspiration again is an awareness that I tend to draw too much from real life at times. Make of my stories what you will.

Basically, after all the much ado about nothing, I’ve found myself feeling creative again when Ifinally managed let myself go.

Author Bio

Jeri Walker-Bickett was born and raised in Wallace, Idaho, a rough and tumble mining town with a checkered past. The storytelling urge struck at a young age, but an undergraduate degree in writing led to a graduate degree in English education. Between living the scholarship-laden life of an academic bum, she did seasonal work in national parks. Jeri met her future husband in Yellowstone and they later married in Las Vegas. This phase in their lives sparked an obsession with food and travel. Fate has intervened to allow her to take time off from the classroom. Her forthcoming novel, Lost Girl Road, is a ghost story that takes place in the woods of northwest Montana. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and their pets.

Please visit her blog www.jeriwb.com for book reviews, editing services, and progress updates.

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Wren’s Journal: Full Faith Full Moon

When approaching new goals and challenges, one of the most important obstacles is obtaining faith.

Without faith we go through the motions–we do the things people tell us is important, the things that have brought other people success, but all the while we question, “Will this work for me?”

Faith allows us access to our own direction. Faith allows us guidance from our intution, whether it be gut feeling, a dream, a vision, a message from a higher power. We notice the repitition of our needs, even though to sate them may result in less income, or putting other people off.

When I talk about faith, I mean having confidence in things that have not yet materialized, taken root, or demonstrated success. I mean believing in the things that you know must be present in life to be happy, even if on another level, it seems effing crazy or hard.

In my own life, faith has finally settled in. Of course I am still plagued by temporary doubts and worries. But I have never felt so clear about how everything is going to work out, how possible it is to reveal a portion of myself to the world and achieve success.

In order to get here I had to have faith through a quilt of insecurities that using my gifts and unique perspective I can be successful. And in order to get where I’m going, I need to have faith in my capabilities to complete every step there.

All art is an act of faith to create something that until now has never been. What we see now is not all that will be. We will learn more, we will build off our drafts, we will connect with the right audience.

There is a lot to be done, and much has been started.

My biggest hurdle has been to have faith that maybe this whole process is easier than I think it needs to be. That I don’t need to worry about the ones who can’t understand my message since there are so many wonderful people out there that I will find in the future.

And yes revision does eventually end…not yet, but it will!
How are you doing? What do you have faith in? What are you working on?

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Wren’s Magic VLog: A is for Apple on Youtube

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Hey, there everybody. For the first time ever you can see me in the flesh on Youtube. I talk about the magic and traditions of using apples magically.

Magic has always been a huge part of my life. If you’ve taken a peek at my story of How I Became a Witch and a Writer, then you know that I fell in love with the magic of fantasy novels at a young age and quickly edged into the New Age nonfiction section out of curiosity.

Unfortunately, I found quickly that there is a lot of misinformation and judgement about magic, and the the people dedicated to it as a craft, i.e. witches.

 I share my knowledge in hopes of beginning conversation among all people about the deeper meaning we weave into our lives.

Magic is a feeling that something special is happening and bringing us closer to our dreams. It is how people access that feeling that is different, be it prayer, ritual, reading spiritual passages, myths, etc.

I learned a lot from my experience creating this video about Apples and even more upon further reflection. I had never realized that Apples are associated with water, although once I thought about it I realized that Venus/Aphrodite is the one awarded the Golden Apple by Paris in Greek myth. Her short story is that the goddess of love, beauty and sexuality is born from the sea foam of the waves.

Paris chooses (another theme of apples) Aphrodite as the fairest goddess because she offers him a love connection with the most beautiful mortal in the world, and thus starts the Trojan War.

Golden apples appear in another love story. The runner Atalanta outpaced all of her suitors—only when one beat her in a race would she consider his hand in marriage. A man Hippomenes prayed to Aphrodite and the goddess granted him three golden apples. He then threw them around during the race as a distraction to win the contest and Atalanta’s hand. This story embodies the success vibe apples also have.

Later, through my own personal meditation on the element water, I gained a deeper understanding. I realized how the juicy, loving, healing associations of the apple are a message to us to feel good in our bodies. Relaxing in our skin and enjoying ourselves honors the divine inside and out.

I believe we were made to enjoy life’s pleasures or they would not exist to torture us. This is not everyone’s view. One could interpret the story of Adam and Eve as the opposite. Personally, I have found that I prefer to be happy, and considering my natural Apply urges to be shameful makes me anything but. So I have chosen the feminine flow of the apple.

Check out the video to choose for your self:

P.S. Do you think mermaids would eat apples?

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Guest Post: Stacy Green, author of Into the Dark

 

 

 For many months Stacy Green and I have been planning this guest post. Her romantic suspense novel has an amazing cover and has been out since November 2012. Already positive reviews have flowed in. Not to mention the positive vibes created by the Into the Dark Charity Tour. Let’s hear it for Stacy!

Thank you so much to Wren for having me today. I’m excited to talk about my debut novel, INTO THE DARK. 

 

The book is set in Las Vegas, a city most of us associate with glitz, glamour, and high rollers. As a relatively sheltered girl from the Midwest, that was my image of Sin City when I first started researching.

My original idea was simple and a little shallow: I wanted to write about a SWAT officer, because they’re pretty sexy and the entire operation fascinates me. I set the story in Vegas because the city has one of the few full-time SWAT teams in the country. So there I was, with my heroine, Emilie–who was pretty vanilla at that point–stuck in a bank with two masked men. One of them has no interest in stealing from the bank. He’s after Emilie. 

So I needed an escape route. I immediately thought of the founding fathers of Las Vegas–the mob. Surely there had to be stories of underground tunnels or escape routes somewhere. So I Googled “Las Vegas tunnels.”

That’s when I found out about the people who live in the storm drains beneath the city. The drains stretch over 200 miles, and it’s estimated between 100-200 people live in the system at any given time. Some make a living working the casino junket, cashing in credits they find. Some work small jobs that don’t pay enough to survive. Many are addicts brought down by their drug habit. 

The homeless living in the drains were first brought to light by reporter Matthew O’Brien’s book, Beneath The Neon: Life and Death in the Las Vegas Tunnels. I immediately ordered the book and read about Las Vegas in a brand new light. 

Suddenly INTO THE DARK was about much more than a SWAT officer with a hero complex and a tormented heroine. I not only had the perfect escape route, but I had an opportunity to talk about something real.

So I started writing, and over the months, created Nathan and Emilie. Nathan’s looks took a backseat and instead his true characteristics–loyalty, bravery, and festering guilt over his past–drove his character. Emilie went from being a stubborn woman to a strong female lead with ambitions and intelligence. Both characters venture into the drains, Nathan more than once. Both experience a life-changing reality down below. 

INTO THE DARK isn’t about the storm drains or the people who call them home. It’s about learning from the past and accepting the events that made us who we are today. But the darkness and desperation of the tunnels add a depth to the book–a contrast to the bright lights and tourists–that makes the plight of the main characters real. Without the discovery of the tunnels, INTO THE DARK would be a different story.

Because of the inspiration from the homeless, the Charity Blog Tour for INTO THE DARK is about giving back. Readers can enter my Rafflecopter Contest for the chance to win the grand prize: a $100 donation from me to the homeless charity of their choice. The contest also allows participants to donate to HELP of Southern Nevada, the organization that assists those living in the drains and others in need in Las Vegas. 

Into The Dark was a personal journey for me, and one that I’m very proud of. I hope you love it as well. 

An Excerpt From INTO THE DARK

 

Emilie’s resolve faltered as they reached the tunnel entrance. She peered over Nathan’s shoulder at the triad of pipes branching off in different directions. Big enough for a tall man to walk through easily, their murky blackness was as foreboding as anything Emilie had ever experienced.

She pressed the button on her flashlight and shined it into the abyss. Four other lights joined hers, and the inner concrete walls of the tunnel became visible. Graffiti was scrawled over them. A bevy of cockroaches scuttled away from the intrusion.

Emilie followed Nathan and Chris across the threshold and tried not to give in to the claustrophobia that immediately wrapped itself around her. The tunnel was wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side with room to spare, but the sense of being closed in was amplified by the heavy silence. The group’s splashing feet echoed and then faded away into the never-ending darkness. How deep were the channels?

A smell resembling the rotten egg she’d once dropped on Evan’s porcelain kitchen floor hit her full force. Emilie’s hand flew to her mouth.

“Something else, ain’t it?” Chris’s voice broke the uneasy stillness. “I liken it to a men’s locker room filled with dirty socks and jocks after a five-mile run.”

“If you guys stink this bad, you need medical help. Christ.”

“At least my stomach’s not rumbling anymore,” Nathan said.

“Shit, I could eat,” Chris said.

“You can always eat. You’re like a human trash compactor.”

“Do you guys have any idea where to find Snake?” Avery’s voice came out muffled.

Chris turned around and shined his light on Avery. “Dude, that hanky over your face ain’t gonna stop the stink. Embrace it. Feel the burn.”

Emilie laughed as the knot in her stomach began to uncoil. The banter made it easier to forget why she was here.

Her right foot suddenly came down on something hard in the shallow stream of water. She stumbled into Nathan’s back before an arm caught her from behind.

“Watch it,” Avery said. “Last thing you want to do is fall face-first in this.”

“Sorry.” Emilie clutched the hem of Nathan’s thin T-shirt. “I tripped over something.”

She shined her light into the two-inch-deep water. A pair of soulless black eyes stared back at her. A child’s doll lay abandoned, its once-blond hair soaked with the filthy water.

Children lived down here?

 

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BIO

Stacy Green is fascinated by the workings of the criminal mind and explores true crime on her popular Thriller Thursday posts at her blog, Turning the Page. 

After earning her degree in journalism, Stacy worked in advertising before becoming a stay-at-home mom to her miracle child. She rediscovered her love of writing and wrote several articles for Women’s Edition Magazine of Cedar Rapids, profiling local businesses, before penning her first novel. Her debut novel, INTO THE DARK, is set in Las Vegas and features a heroine on the edge of disaster, a tormented villain, and the city’s infamous storm drains that house hundreds of homeless. INTO THE DARK is available on all digital formats and paperback November 30th.

 


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