Susan Royal Remembers the Bookmobile

In celebration of Susan Royal’s new book, Xander’s Tangled Web, coming out next week, she’s here to share a childhood memory and a little about the book. To add to the excitement, I’ll be over at her site sharing a bit about myself. So after you read this, go over to her site to see what I’m up to. Here’s Susan.

I’ll never forget my childhood visits to the Bookmobile. An unassuming trailer dispatched every other week from the large central library in downtown San Antonio, Texas, it rested in the parking lot of the shopping center near our home for the entire day. Its presence beckoned me with as much anticipation as a picnic or day at the pool, because it represented adventure, escape and fantasy.

While my mother did her weekly grocery shopping, my sisters and I spent the morning hanging out there, prowling the shelves and deciding which books we’d take home. They lined the walls from floor to ceiling on either side of the trailers with open doors at each end. Once we made our decisions, we checked out at a miniscule table at the front where an attendant sat. And you guessed it, they were reading a book.

In early summer, I stood before the shelves, the breeze from the open doors stirring the hair on the back of my neck. I picked up volume after volume, poring over illustrations, reading dust jackets, author notes and sometimes a chapter or two. By the time July rolled around, it was a good idea to visit as early in the morning as possible or be forced to endure the humidity and the sweat trickling down the small of my back. Those days, I grabbed books with the most interesting looking covers and left as quickly as possible, in search of a cooler spot.

Once I began reading, I journeyed far away from that little trailer sitting in the parking lot under the hot Texas sun. My travels took me somewhere far north where I rode a sled down an icy hill or made a snowman. Other times I might sail to a tropical island, eat pineapple and sleep in a hammock. Or I might pay a visit to the past and ride on a wagon train or hunt buffalo with the Indians. Or go on the crusades with gallant knights in the middle ages. Some of my most favorite childhood trips were the ones where I visited magical places that only existed in the author’s dreams.

Those days are long gone, but I’ve never stopped having that wonderful feeling of expectation whenever I pick up a new book and get ready to start a new journey.

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When Princess Mena vanishes without a trace, Xander must deal with gypsies, love potions and half-truths before unraveling the mystery.

Blurb:
After a late night visit to Battington’s marketplace, Princess Mena vanishes without a trace. Merchants are frantic, because King Leander has called for a curfew and postponed the Spring Festival until further notice. Certain his former constable is the man for the job, the mayor hires Xander to investigate, hoping he can solve the mystery in a hurry so things can go back to normal.

But Xander’s not so sure that’s possible, because there’s romance involved, and he knows when that happens folks who are normally very sensible seem to lose all reason. In addition to sorting out truths, half-truths and outright lies, he must deal with gypsies, love potions and an illegal moonshine operation before he gets to the bottom of things.

Xander’s Tangled Web (fantasy, mystery)
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In My Own Shadow (fantasy, adventure, romance)
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Not Long Ago (time travel, adventure, romance)
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All books available at MuseItUp, Amazon, B&N, Goodreads
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Born in west Texas and raised in south Texas, Susan shares a 100-year-old farmhouse in a small east Texas town with a ghost who likes to harmonize with her son when he plays guitar.

Mother to three children and their spouses, she has five grandchildren who are all unique and very special. Her family is rich with characters, both past and present. Her grandmother shared stories of living on a farm in Oklahoma Territory and working as a telephone operator in the early 20th century. She learned about growing up during the depression from her father and experienced being a teenager in WWII through her mother’s eyes.

Susan loves taking her readers through all kinds of exciting adventures. So far, she’s written two books in her It’s About Time series, Not Long Ago and From Now On. They are time travel adventures about two people who fall in love despite the fact they come from very different worlds. In My Own Shadow is a Fantasy adventure/romance. Out this fall is her YA fantasy, Xander’s Tangled Web. Look for her books at MuseItUp/Amazon/B&N.

Want to know more? Visit susanaroyal.wordpress.com or susanaroyal.moonfruit.com for a peek inside this writer’s mind and see what she’s up to. You never know what new world she’s going to visit next.

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Another Visit to Nantes, France

I’ve been holding onto this photo for a while, wondering what sort of post to put together. It dates back to December of last year, and the class of high school students in Nantes, France who read the first two chapters of Unveiling the Wizards’ Shroud and then wrote what they thought would come next. While I enjoyed all of their efforts, I allowed readers to vote for their favorites. You can check out the whole project here. The whole class received some stuff relating to my book, and the groups chosen as winners received paperback copies of my book.

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Right now Amazon is selling the paperback copy of Unveiling the Wizards’ Shroud for $3.66, and I just found out the sequel, The Squire and the Slave Master, should be available in paperback in September (the eBook is available now), so I thought this a good time to share this class photo and re-post the winning stories.

Group 3 Chapter Three

The Forest of Doom

“Cedric, I have never been this far.” Owen said. “Have you already travelled to the Land of Fire?”

Cedric grinned “Haven’t any of your books recounted the story of the wizards?” Cedric asked.

“No, you of all wizards should know these stories have been forbidden since the Wizard Rebellion.”

“Indeed Owen, they have been banned. We are bred within the Land of Fire. Wizards have always been linked to dragons and witchcraft. But each of you forgets, wizards are the descendants of fire”

Owen then remembered himself at a younger age, trying to understand the origin of wizards by entering Old Master Dennison’s chamber. One day he had managed to get inside and the sight before him was beyond imagination. He had seen shelves of ancient writings dating back to the Age of Light! At that moment Master Dennison had rushed in and pulled him out of that room. From that day on the room had always been locked…

“Owen, I am returning to my ancestral land” Cedric said.

As they were silently moving forward, they suddenly heard something rustle in the branches. Was it an animal or a human being?

“Owen! Ride as quickly as you can! Someone has been following us!” shouted Cedric. He rode as quickly as he could, not daring to look behind. He knew Cedric was right behind him but he saw none of their foes.

Owen had never fully trusted Cedric. His mother had been killed by non-traditional magic. And the king’s bastard would never forget such a thing.

“Owen! We can stop now,” called Cedric.

Owen awaited the arrival of the wizard to ask him: “What was that?”

“Dark Magic, Owen” answered Cedric with no further explanation.

“But what was it, an animal?”

“I do not know. But trust me, running was the only solution. Dark Magic is very dangerous. However this means we are followed.” Who could possibly be following them? Nobody knew they had left the castle. Except… maybe…

“Riders approaching!” shouted Cedric.

Strangely enough they seemed to be soldiers from Wittentun. As they approached, Owen recognized them.

“Friends, how come you are so far from the castle?” inquired the young prince.

“Queen Andrea sent us. We have come to help you. Since your departure things have changed. There have been more and more occurrences of witchcraft within the realm.” answered Ansfrid, one of the most fierce and truthful soldiers to be found in Wittentun.

The bastard started asking himself questions. Could he really trust Queen Andrea? What was she doing during his absence? He did not like the feeling of his father being left alone with her.

“Ansfrid, you may escort us to the Land of Fire but no further. Send the two other riders back to Wittentun, and make sure they inform us of our Queen’s next actions.” ordered Cedric.

“I do not trust my mother-in-law,” Owen whispered to him.

“A good thing” he answered.

“Tomorrow, we shall reach the Forest of Doom, it will be the first step of our adventure,” Cedric announced.

“Good, the faster we get out of that place, the better” Ansfrid pointed out. “The forest of Doom is the legendary culprit of darkness. It is said dark forces and evil wizards live there, awaiting doomsday.”

The small group settled in the forest as the moon appeared even brighter in the sky. During the night Ansfrid woke Owen and Cedric.

“There was something over there, it was coming our way!”

“Cedric, look out!” hollered Ansfrid.

A black arrow missed Cedric’s throat “Everyone under cover!” shouted the soldier. Once again they had not seen the person behind this treachery. The sun was rising, peeking faintly through the trees, so the three companions decided to set out.

They finally arrived at the forest of Doom. Here the forest was so dense they could not see any ray of sunlight. It was the most ominous place Owen had seen until now, and this was not his normal life being a bastard prince.

After a few seconds of hesitation our three saviors entered the Forest of Doom. The first thing they saw was a sign. It said “Beware!!” with blood and the placard was mounted on a dead person’s body. Cedric took no notice of it, however, the others looked at each other in a strange manner.

“Come on you scaredy-cats. This is nothing compared to what you are going to see in the Land of Fire.” sniggered Cedric…

And of course he was right. The quartet had a perilous journey ahead of them. Owen, Ansfrid and the soldier followed Cedric and passed the hanged man disgustedly. Even though it was the morning and the sun was shining, they lit up torches. The canopy eclipsed the daylight completely and the obscure woods showed no sign of friendly life.

“Are you sure passing through this forest is the only way?” questioned Owen with an unsteady voice. He was of a brave kind but this place seemed so hostile that he was becoming more afraid as they were carrying on.

“Stop casting doubts on my decisions. There is no better way of reaching the Land of Fire fast. We may encounter some undesired and aggressive creatures but do not worry, we will survive.” answered Cedric in a calm and confident voice. Owen looked at him with shocked eyes but tried not to show his fear; the thought of dying had never been so realistic.

They walked for hours and hours without stopping and luckily did not meet any attacking creatures or evil wizards. In fact, they had not seen any living being since they had entered the forest. At the end of what seemed a day they decided to stop and sleep for a few hours.

“Getting rest is very important. If we are tired and stop at irregular times we will lose track of the days. The wizards who live in this forest use dark magic to confuse the rare people who enter it. Legends say that some travelers get so lost and mentally disoriented because of dark magic that they never get out and haunt the place forever.” warned Cedric.

Now Owen was in a constant state of anxiety which exhausted him even more. He fell asleep in no time knowing that Cedric was staying up as watchman. But the three men had walked a very long distance and Cedric’s level of attention was unusually low.

The area was plunged into the dark except for the petty fire they had lit. The red flames projected worrying shadows on the surrounding trees. The air and the very flat ground were humid and cold. Cedric estimated the sky to be now dark and the moonlight lighting the landscape, but he could not be sure because of the trees concealing the firmament. He had done his job well, Owen and Ansfrid were fast asleep and it would be harder for dark magic to affect them. He knew well enough that this was the time wizards or creatures came out and looked for easy victims.

At first he heard nothing. A complete silence fell on the gigantic forest. Anybody would become crazy with such a deep and unsettling stillness and absence of sound. But Cedric had already experienced it and knew it would not stay this way for very long. Strangely it did. For too long… The quietness was paralyzing, Cedric had never seen such an unusual blackout in the Forest of Doom and it kept him from moving. His heart started beating faster and his breath was the only thing he could hear. His fellow travelers were still sleeping but he could not even detect their breathing. Suddenly the very few remaining flames of the fire disappeared in a split second. Cedric shivered it was now very cold and the night was pitchblack. A thought came across his mind. Maybe they were lucky and had stopped in an area where there was no dark magic to be found. Maybe it was just a very cold night and wizards and creatures did not come out of their hideouts. With this cheering reasoning, Cedric decided to close his eyes for a few minutes. He was drained and would not be able to stay up until Ansfrid’s watch turn. The silence was still complete and about half an hour went by before Cedric opened his eyes again. His heart stopped for a couple of seconds. All around their campsite about a hundred grey spectres floated in mid-air. They were terrifying. They were all different but had the same empty look, there were no eyes in their sockets just black holes. Cedric then understood they were the lost travelers he had mentioned earlier. It was not a legend! He knew they would not waste their time on him, he knew how to protect himself. But they were going to try to take control of the three other men when they woke up. A single look in their eye sockets and they would start to be confused and lose their memory. Cedric had to find a way to warn his sleeping companions without them looking first at the phantoms. If he moved or tried to protect them, the ghosts would come closer towards them and attack the three other men straight away. But something else saved them from the threatening ghosts…

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a blast blew up all the shades. At first Cedric did not know what it was but then he remembered: it was a dark magic spell. So the person behind the spell was not actually trying to save them but to attack them without being interrupted by the specters. Owen and Ansfrid woke up with a start. Cedric said they were in danger so without further thought the four men jumped on their horses and fled without even looking behind them.

However, they had forgotten dark magic always attracts ancient creatures…

When they finally stopped, Owen instantly asked: “Cedric, what happened?”

After a few moments, he answered: “Dark magic, Owen, dark magic… A wizard was going to assault us with obscure enchantments…” he answered as if in a trance.

As he finished his sentence, a very strange creature of some kind appeared between the trees. Under his breath Cedric whispered “Oh my God, it cannot be! It is the legendary Cacus!”

Cacus was supposed to have been killed during the battle of the Eagles. The legendary creature standing before them was a fire-breathing giant and the only way to kill it would be to shoot directly at its neck, where its heart was supposed to be. “Damn, I completely forgot. Legendary creatures are attracted by dark magic.” Whispered Cedric.

Cacus ran straight at them with his gigantic hammer. Owen tried to break the creature’s weapon with all his strength. Cacus saw him coming and swung its hammer at Owen’s head. The prince fell to the ground, his armour scattered to pieces. Ansfrid with all his courage, charged the giant but had to draw back because of the fire which blazed out of its nostrils. Cacus was going to unleash its final blow, when suddenly a black arrow the size of a spear appeared from nowhere, piercing the creature’s nape. The legendary beast fell abruptly to the ground. “Owen, are you alright?” shouted both of his companions.

“Yes, I am” he said “Thanks to her!” Owen was pointing in the direction of Yara who was running towards him to help him up.

“What are you doing here?!” asked the young man in surprise.

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After one straight day of walking, Yara, Owen and Cedric found an inn in Goblinshire, where they could sleep, eat and have a drink. After drinking a little too much, Cedric, Yara and Owen had become the best friends in the world.

“I don’t know how I could sleep with the awful smell”, said Cedric unconsciously.

“Yes, I won’t feel safe knowing that those thieves are hanging around”, Owen replied.

A few goblins at a neighboring table were looking at the three friends in an offensive way.

Cedric decided it was the best thing to do to insult Indicus, brother of Sativarius, King of goblins. After one minute, the tavern was a real wrestling ring. The strength of Owen, the intelligence of Yara and the magic of Cedric, allowed them to win the battle in no time. But only one goblin escaped: Jack Horror. He told king Sativarius, who decided to form a small army of thousands of the best creatures of Goblinshire. Aware of nothing, the three friends continued their route to the great wizard through the arid desert of Kussland. But the journey was long and the weather was hot and it was now at three days of walking when they arrived at the magical city of Frisianton. They were running short on provisions and the goblins were close to arriving in the town. That was when things started to be bad.

“Oh!” Cedric said.

“What is the problem?” replied Owen

“Goblings are heading to Frisianton from the east and will be there in a few days, we have to move faster. What’s the problem with a few goblins when we have beaten a hundred!” said Yara, joking. And what if there are thousands of trolls, ogres, orcs, goblins and a Sonarian dragon?”

In a second, their material was packed and the friends moved to Frisianton as fast as possible to form their own army and fight fiercely the vicious goblins. After walking for two and a half days they finally arrived at a billboard indicating that they were close to the city, creating a release for the three young adventurers, but it was nothing compared to what they were about to discover…

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Introducing Martine Lewis

Today I have the pleasure of introducing you to Martine Lewis, the author of the young adult title, Crossing the Barrier: The Gray Eyes Series Book One. She’s also hosting a book giveaway on Goodreads!

_JEF6320Why don’t you start by telling us about yourself.

This is always the hardest part, isn’t it?

We’ll get the hard part out of the way first.

I start writing when I was eleven years old, and have written on and off ever since. I wrote mostly fanfictions and some bad originals when I was younger, mostly inspired by people I knew. Fanfiction was a good way to hone my skill and when I tackled the writing of my own original fiction, I was ready.

Now, I write original fictions with no end in sight.

On a more personal side: I work full time as a Project Scheduler/Planner to pay for my “writing addiction”. Hopefully one day, my writing will support itself and me, and I’ll be able to do it full time.

As a Project Scheduler/Planner, you probably don’t have the organizational problems that plague me and so many other authors.

Tell us about Crossing the Barrier.

It’s the story of a football player who falls for a band girl. It was heavily inspired from my attending high school football games here in the suburb of Houston. I came to love the atmosphere at those games, and I got to know a lot of the parents. It’s an interesting world, where the players are very devoted to the sport, and the band is having the time of their life, and I wanted to explore it more.

It turns out this book worked very well in the universe I created. While this is the third book I wrote in that universe, it was only fitting that it would be the first one to come out. It worked best in the series timeline.

Blurb:

High school student Malakai Thomas, star wide receiver of the varsity team, collides with band member Lily Morgan on his way to football practice. As days go by, Malakai cannot get the petite clarinetist out of his head.

Lily Morgan can feel everyone’s emotions. She loses her ability to shield herself against them the day Malakai runs into her. Now she must try to maintain her sanity in the emotional jungle that is high school, as well as deal with her growing feelings for Malakai.

Can Malakai get over the social stigma and his own internal struggle to be with Lily? Is Lily’s secret too big to accept, even for him?

Who is your target audience?

I would say young adult/new adults between the age of 16 and 20.

How many volumes do you plan to write in the series?

This book is part of a series of six, the Gray Eyes Series.

A few days ago, I received the development edit comments for book 2, and I am currently revising book 3 to send it to my legal reviewer. All my books go through her. I think it’s important for me to get my legal facts right and I take good care in doing just that.

I will complete the first draft of book 4 in April during Camp Nano. I began in November and got halfway through before I had to go back to book 1 (Crossing the Barrier) to address my copyediting comments.

Book 5 is written, at least a first draft. I should begin my first revision of it in September.

Book 6 is the only one that is not yet written, at least in part. I should be writing it during Nanowrimo this coming November.

It certainly sounds like you’ve got a great start on the series. How long did it take to write?

Usually, I can write 95,000 words in a month. I use challenge months such as the National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo), Camp Nano and Junowrimo to complete my first drafts, and off months to plan. It works for me to have the pressure of a challenge in order to obtain a good word count by a certain date. I think my first draft is by far the easiest part to write.

Then I do revising, at least two passes, then the editing cycle.

I’ve always wanted to try the challenge months. They don’t fall at good times for me.

What are some books that influenced/inspired you in the writing of this one?

This particular book wasn’t inspired by any books. It was mostly inspired by what I witnessed at the football games I attended.

Who are your favorite authors?

While I write Young Adult, Cambria Hebert, who mostly writes New Adult, is a big inspiration for me. I especially like her #Hashtag Series, which I read three times in the last year. I also like CM Doporto and her University Park Series, and Tammara Webber’s Easy.

And of course, I would be remiss not to mention JK Rowling. She really created a wonderful universe in which I took an enormous pleasure to write in. I wrote hundred of thousands of words of fanfiction in the Potterverse.

J. K. Rowling? Would I have read anything she’s written? Joking. I too am a huge potter fan. I recently read the series with my oldest son, now I’m on book three with my youngest.

On which aspect of your writing do you work the hardest? (Characters, plotting, prose, etc.)

Prose. English is my second language and I do struggle with it a lot. My first draft reads like a paper from a third grader. The words are not very diverse and the phrases are frequently worded using French grammar. That’s why I do so many revisions. That’s why I put so much importance in my editing effort too. I have surrounded myself with editing professionals who know English is my second language and are a great help in varying my vocabulary and finding the right word for what I’m trying to say.

Characters are sometimes a challenge too. While I was writing book 4, or trying to, Malakai, my main character of book 1, kept on talking to me. In fact, he was talking so loud, I couldn’t hear the characters of book 4. That’s part of the reason I couldn’t finish book 4 during Nano, like I would usually have done.

Now plotting is usually not very hard as long as I have an idea already in mind. Subplotting can be challenge sometimes but after a long drive, I can usually figure it out… Yes, I love to plot while I’m driving. There is nothing else to do!

From what little I know of you, I’d have never guessed English wasn’t your first language.

What’s next?

The second series, believe it or not. I plan to be around for a long long time.

Starting in 2017, I will begin writing the Blue Eyes Series which is set in the same universe but with different characters. If my schedule holds – remember, I’m a Project Scheduler by profession – I should write book 1 of the Blue Eyes Series for Camp Nano in April 2017, and book 2 for Nano in November 2017. Let’s see if the schedule will hold.

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