Sunday, October 26, 2014

Guest Blogger: Jim Baugh




LS: Tell us what exactly is the second edition of HOOKED and why is your new sequel “Aftermath” included in the paperback and ebook.

JB: Well, we were coming up on the three year anniversary of the release of HOOKED and I always thought it would be a good idea to include pictures within the novel. Some of the material was so wild and out there that I was afraid that some readers would find it hard to believe. So some pictures were just a good way to authenticate the story and they were really interesting as well. So wanting to re-edit the book and do a final polish with photographs for the three year anniversary of the books release I thought was a reasonable idea at least that is where the idea started.

LS: Jim I know HOOKED was an autobiographical story that spanned most of your life. How long had you been planning to write the new sequel AFTERMATH?

JB: I never planned it or thought about, it was never my intention to write any sort of sequel to HOOKED. Not once was it ever a thought.

LS: I don’t understand. How could you write something but never plan on doing so? That doesn't make any sense. The reviews have been excellent and obviously readers are moved by the book. Certainly there must have been some thought put into it? No planning at all?

JB: None. Not one bit. AFTERMATH was a creation that was not of my planning at all, it was something else entirely.

LS: Jim, you’re going to have to explain this one.

JB: If I told you that the actual seed, the genesis of AFTERMATH, the start of it all was because I was cut off from any sex, would you believe me?

LS: NO! (laughs)

JB: Believe it or not, that pretty much is what occurred. Hard to believe this happened to the same guy that wrote his exploits with the “DC Nympho” in HOOKED. But it is true.

LS: I remember the DC Nmpho, one incredible story! I found that one a bit much but it was hilarious. What happened to you Jim, was it the result of a medical procedure or just old age? (laughs)

JB: I don’t want to give the story away. However in a nut shell the woman I was dating very happily and intimately had gotten a renewed faith in the good Lord and decided she was going to do her best to lead a better Christian life. This to her meant some changes, and one of those changes was no more intimacy before marriage. NONE! Nothing, not a bit of anything!

LS: Your kidding!

JB: No, I am not.

LS: This must have been a surprise and quite a shock.

JB: Well, I was pretty pissed off and had to make some decisions. While I was doing this we were still dating and in my angst one day I said to her, “Damit this is stupid, and I tell you what, if I have to deal with this I am going to write about it and get it published in some magazine, no matter how our relationship turns out!” She said, “Do it! I don’t care!”

LS: So instead you decided to write a book about it?

JB: No, not at all. Never entered my mind. What I did do was contact quite a few faith based publications and query them if they would be interested in an article about celibacy before marriage by someone who sort of was stuck in the middle of the situation. Every publisher DECLINED! This made me happy and I waved it in front of her face, again telling her she is wrong about this entire subject. But, eventually after a few months I did find one publisher who agreed to publish my story.

LS: Still AFTERMATH was not in your plan?

JB: Nope, not one bit.

LS: So, how did it finally happen?

JB: What happened was as time passed, I learned some things. Things began to happen and I saw the light about some issues that I had not seen before. A lot of BIG things were soon to be on the horizon and as life marched by I realized that just a column was not going to be enough. I was approaching the three year anniversary of HOOKED, also planning on getting married as well as working my but off producing Jim Baugh Outdoors TV.

The bottom line was no one would ever understand or believe this story, unless they knew the entire story. This meant me dealing with revealing some very hard and personal things that no one really wants to go public with. So, in order to this I would have to write a longer piece that would include several life changing events like foreclosure, death, marriage, opening and closing of business, financial ruin and gain, and a lot more as well. Dealing with these issues may seem a tragic read, however AFTERMATH is about one of the most hilarious books you will ever read. Tragedy is often a big ingredient in humor. Any time there is large contrast in a situation, humor usually is soon to follow.

I mean come on, really. Foreclosure dating? It does not get any funnier than that. A belly laugh of a read, and all true.

LS: Yes, your technique for picking up women while broke certainly was unique and quite the creative brainstorm. Totally hilarious!

JB: One does what one has to do to survive. AFTERMATH like HOOKED is truly a faith based book.  There are some big questions that I think people always ask themselves in times of stress like, “Why did this happen to me? Why would the good Lord ever put me through this? There must not be a God because he let THIS happen to me! I can’t get a break!”

Well, AFTERMATH does justice in answering those basic questions. The answers do not come by way of fiction or philosophy but by true life events that actually happened. It’s real.

LS: That’s rather powerful Jim.

JB: Look, weather 10 or 10 million people read it, at least I put it out there and as a person and a writer it was not an easy thing to do. It took great sacrifice both in real life as well as in writing the story.

LS: I don’t want to give away too much because there is a lot in the book, but the ending really got me!

JB: It is not the end! (laughs). Actually the cool thing about AFTERMATH is it is the ending of HOOKED in the screenplay.

LS: You mean the screenplay is based on both books?

JB: Exactly! And it is going to be a riot! Hopefully to be finished sometime in 2015.

LS: What other writing projects will you be working on?

JB: The screenplay is current and need to finish ASAP, however a lot of my time is also absorbed with producing Jim Baugh Outdoors TV. We just finished our 25th year anniversary specials and now working on producing our 2015 shows. Book wise, after the screenplay is finished I will knock out “COOKED”. That novel is mostly written in my head and also on an outline. After that, I have a “Break Out” character from HOOKED. Yes, pirate P.D. Cooper will have his first adventure novel, P.D. Cooper the Palm Tree Cowboy. I can’t wait to write that one, but probably two or three years away depending on how things go.

LS: Well it sounds exciting and after reading HOOKED, I can only imagine what the Palm Tree Cowboy is going to be like.

JB: One wild ride for sure!

LS: Thanks Jim, and for our readers Aftermath is included in the second edition of HOOKED both in paperback and ebook on Amazon.


JB: that’s correct, two books for one price! Thanks again for having me on.











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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Guest Blogger: Dan O'Brien



Well, the time has come to announce Dan O’Brien’s latest project: Mobsters, Monsters & Nazis: a collaboration between Dan O’Brien and Steve Ferchaud, who illustrated Conspirators of the Lost Sock Army and the Loose Change Collection Agency. What I am revealing today is the sketches for some of the interior illustrations (which will be black and white) of the first issue. It will be released as six issues (eBooks) starting on Halloween. It is influenced by film noir, pulp comics, and an abiding love of Lovecraft. It is now available for pre-order and Dan will be promoting it heavily starting in the month of October. He would love to hear what you think of it so far! Visit him at: http://thedanobrienproject.blogspot.com/ or on Twitter, @AuthorDanOBrien

















Monday, October 13, 2014

Guest Blogger: Nhys Glover


Title: The Gladiator’s Bride
Author: Nhys Glover
Release Date: November 1st
Genre: Historical Romance
Blurb:

Crippled by shyness, shunned for being not-right-in-the-head, gifted artist and Roman noblewoman, Marcia Mica, has only two people in the world who truly love her – her teacher, Daedalus, and her childhood friend, Asterion, both slaves in her father’s household. But when forbidden love blooms between the unlikely friends, only disaster can come of it. That disaster leaves Marcia horribly scarred and Asterion sold into the arena as a gladiator. 

Years later, Daedalus brings a broken Marcia to Britannia, and Sabrina, the healer who saved his life when he was a boy, works miracles on the scarred girl. However, not all scars are physical and those Sabrina has no ability to heal. 

When Sabrina and Marcia are kidnapped by a Celtic leader bent on revenge, Asterion must depend on the dreams of a Celtic Seer to find the love of his life and help foil a revolt that threatens the fragile peace in Roman Britannia. But even if he and his friends succeed, can scars that are more than just physical ever really be healed and can those whose lives are owned by others ever truly be free to follow their hearts? 

Author bio:

After a lifetime of teaching others to appreciate the written word, Aussie author Nhys Glover finally decided to make the most of the Indie Book Revolution to get her own written word out to the world. Now, with almost 100,000 of her ebooks downloaded internationally and a winner of 2013 SFR Galaxy Award for 'The Titan Drowns', Nhys finds her words, too, are being appreciated.

At home in the beautiful Yorkshire Dales of England, Nhys these days spends most of her time "living the dream" by looking out over the moors as she writes the kind of novels she loves to read: The ones that are a little bit steamy, a little bit different and wholly romantic.

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Excerpt: (1,000 words)

As he took the shortcut through the forest, heading for home, a shadow flitted through the trees and appeared at his side. He was so shocked by her sudden appearance that he dropped the sack of flour.

‘Marcie, what are you doing here?’ he demanded as he tried to get his heartbeat under control again. ‘You shouldn’t be out here alone.’

‘You were with her again, weren’t you?’ Her delicately beautiful face was twisted in fury, honey-brown eyes flashing fire at him.

‘What? Who? What are you talking about? Don’t come up on me like that. I might have hurt you.’

‘That widow. The one the boys all talk about. I heard them. They think I don’t understand, but I do. You go to her house and do things to her!’ Her accusations stung and he felt guilt morph instantly into fury.

‘Mind your own business. It’s nothing to do with you!’ He slung the flour-sack onto his back again and stomped off down the narrow trail.

‘Don’t you talk to me like that, Asterion! You’re my slave and I have the right to know what you’re doing with your time. You aren’t free to go where you like, see who you like!’ she snarled at him.

He stopped and looked down at her in shock. In the last year he’d grown taller by almost a head than she was. Now, the year’s difference in their age seemed insignificant. In fact, after spending time with the widow, he felt much older and more worldly-wise than she was. Marcie was still a child, even though her sixteen-year-old body said otherwise. This little display of temper only went to prove it.

‘Oh sorry, mistress, I forgot my place for a moment. Of course you have the right to know that I’ve been sharing the widow’s bed. Do you want the details? How I make her scream and pant? How she sucked my cock until I came in her mouth?’ He knew he was stepping over the line, but so had she.

 Their relative stations in life had always been ignored by mutual, unspoken agreement. They’d always been equals. But now, by throwing his servitude in his face, she’d crossed the line. She’d showed him how she really saw him. How beneath her he really was.

Marcie’s mouth dropped open and he was immediately aware of the seductive draw of it. Those red lips were so full and sweet, covering perfect white teeth that looked just like rows of pearls. By brushing back a stray tendril of glossy brown hair, she drew his eye to the seductive softness of it, made him itch to bury his fingers in its lengths.

But honey-brown eyes that were usually filled with warmth when they gazed at him were now wide with astonishment and pain. And he suddenly realised what he’d done.

In that moment, he wanted to call back the words and go back in time to do this all again.

‘She sucked what?’ she gasped, her cheeks flaming red.

‘Nothing. Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. You just made me mad. Let’s get home. Daedalus will be wondering what happened to you.’

‘He’s gone to the coast to check on our cargo. Pater went with him,’ she said absently, clearly not focused on the information she was imparting.

‘Then it’s me who has to get back. I’ll be in trouble if I’m much later.’

‘You wouldn’t be, if you hadn’t gone to her. How could you? How…How could you?’ Her eyes filled with tears and his heart felt sick in his chest. In that moment, he wanted to cut off his cock for making him cause her this pain.

‘Marcie, don’t. You don’t understand. I’m a man now. I…I have needs I can’t control. The widow helps me. Haven’t you noticed the difference in me the last few months?’ He was almost pleading with her for forgiveness. And that was stupid. What had he done wrong except take an hour a week for himself? He deserved that, didn’t he?

‘Yes, I’ve noticed. You look so smug and cocky, swaggering around the place. The boys say you’ve got too big for your own sandals now. They say that the widow has played with more than your prick. She’s played with your head. Made you think you’re better than them.’
‘I am better than them. And it didn’t take the widow to make me know it. What do you want from me Marcie? Tell me – ’

She launched herself at him so fast that he again dropped the sack of flour. Her tightly closed lips butted against his in a fiercely innocent kiss. It smashed her teeth into his, cutting his lip, and it felt nothing like the soft, seductive caresses the widow gave him.

But it was like putting a naked flame to tinder. Like a lightning strike to a tree. The very fact that her lips were sealed to his blew every thought from his head and brought his cock to instant, painful attention. Blood pounded in his ears, his legs grew weak. Air evaporated from his lungs.

Fighting for control, he pushed her away. ‘What are you doing? Stop!’

‘You don’t have to go to her. If kissing is what you want, I can give you that. You don’t have to go to her!’

‘Yes I do!’

‘Why? Aren’t I good enough for you?’

He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her in fury. His head felt ready to explode.

‘I need more than kisses! Don’t you get it? We aren’t children anymore. And I need more than friendship and kisses. And you can’t give me what I need. You’re the little mistress and I’m the slave. They’d cut off my balls if I so much as looked at you the wrong way!’

Her eyes filled with tears again and she sobbed so hard it felt like her searing pain came from his own chest. Looking at her hurt too much, so he dragged her into his arms and pressed her to his aching heart.