Who Art Thou Thursday: Bella Roccaforte

It’s been a while since I’ve had the opportunity interview another author. Today, I have Bella Roccaforte. Let’s see what she’s up to!

Reena Jacobs:  Tell us about your upcoming release.

Ink by Bella RoccaforteBella Roccaforte: INK: Fine Lines is the story of Shay Baynes. She’s awkward, emotional and sometimes very irrational. She’s finally found her independence from the two boys that have fought over her since puberty hit! Things seem to be going really well for her, she’s got her first real comic publishing deal and the series is about to be a huge hit. But then her neighbors are murdered, and the crime scene and Shay’s comic are identical!

There’s mystery, danger, ghosts and ghouls and all kinds of scary things that go bump whenever they please.

RJ: I’m intrigued. Which of your characters do you relate to most?

BR: I’d have to say Shay, I remember being barely 20 and thinking I had everything under control, when in fact I just didn’t.

RJ: Ha ha. Yes. Definitely the joys of being a young adult. Rumor has it, you’re releasing this series very quickly. Six books! Wow! Are the other books already written? And when and what is your next release?

BR: Every book in the series will end with a cliffhanger. I don’t want to leave readers hanging too long so they will be released between 2 and 3 months apart. I’m most of the way through INK: Book 2 and as soon as it goes to the editor I will start Book 3!

Book 2 is expected to be released in early October, then Book 3 in early January. I figure the holiday season may slow me down so I want to set a realistic expectation.

RJ: How about a teaser?

BR: Hmmm, I think it’s best to say that nothing is what it seems so don’t jump to conclusions too fast when reading.

During the comic book signing in Tampa, pay very very close attention. You will meet most of these characters again! Also, you’ll be screaming at Shay to read the damn note!

RJ: Give us a brief description of a story you have hidden in your skeleton closet? And will it ever see the light of day.

BR: Oh yes, I actually started writing it like 20 years ago when I was pregnant with my oldest son. It’s a sci-fi story about finding an off-world utopia. We’ll see if I ever sit down to write it again. I’ll of course be starting from scratch.

RJ: Totally random, but you’re a travelled gal. What’s the most fascinating place you’ve visited?

BR: My teenage son’s closet – just kidding but man there’s a lot of crap in there. I’d have to say it would be the Galapagos Islands. We had permission from the government to be there, but we could only stay for six days. I could have stayed forever!

RJ: That sounds cool! First thing which came to my mind were the tortoises. Tell us about a trip from hell.

BR: There have been a couple, but I’ll leave out the business trips and the near death experiences and cut right to the hardest one to deal with. When my father died I lived in Colorado and he lived in Florida so I had to fly from Denver to Orlando. We took off from Denver in a blizzard and then I missed my connection in Atlanta because it was raining and the plane couldn’t land. That was just the beginning of the transportation nightmares. I nearly missed my Dad’s funeral. When I finally got to Orlando the rental car company had canceled my reservation because I was a day late and even though I called, they had no record of it. So I had to find someone to drive over and pick me up. I also lost the deposit on my rental car.

One of my dearest friends wasn’t at the funeral and it really hurt my feelings (Okay, it was the real-life Aiden). When I called and left the message with his mom that was I coming she didn’t tell him, because right after I called she had fallen off the roof of the house taking down the Christmas lights and ended up in the hospital in traction. (Of course I didn’t know that until I was a total b-word to him.)
He finally showed his sorry face the day I was leaving and we got into a huge argument on the way to the airport that ended in a very uncouth series of screaming F-U’s at Orlando International Airport.

I finally arrive in Atlanta to get my connecting flight to Denver to find out there is an ice storm and I’d be stuck for about three days so they flew me back to Orlando where the only rental cars available would have cost WAY more money than I had. The ONLY person who would answer the phone while I was stranded in Orlando was real-life Aiden. Who then came and got me and drove me to my mom’s house in silence. He remained completely silent even when he had to stop on SR 520 to shoot a wild boar. TRUE STORY. I can’t make this stuff up.

You’ll be happy to know that my luggage arrived safely in Denver 3 days before me. For some reason it was safe for my bags to go all the way to Denver but not me.

RJ: Sounds absolutely dreadful. Sounds like something straight out of a movie. As a fellow author, I can’t help but think it belongs in one of your books. Thank you for sharing with us, Bella.

If readers want to learn more about you and/or your work, where can they find you?

BR: It has been my pleasure, even reliving the worst trip ever story. *Sigh* Thanks for having me as a guest!

Connect with Bella Roccaforte

Website || Facebook || Twitter || Pinterest || Amazon Author Page || Ink Goodreads Page || Bella Roccaforte on Goodreads

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Bella’s motto has always been that you can choose to watch life pass you by or your can be the one spinning the world. You have to get out and live, life won’t come to you!

Bella has always seen things in the world with a different view and has been an avid story-teller. She is enjoying putting her crazy musings into print for others to enjoy.

To her one of the most exciting parts of writing is getting a chance to interact with readers. It is truly her hope that readers will reach out and tell her what the like and even don’t like about her stories. She’s looking forward to a relationship with the readers to better write stories they will love.

Happy Release Day! INK: Fine Lines Available August 8th

Available at Amazon US || Amazon UK || Barnes & Nobles || Smashwords

Who Art Thou Thursday? Rachel Carrington

It’s been awhile since we’ve had a Who Art Thou Thursday? And I have to admit, I’m a little late on the ball with it. Today… tonight 🙂 We get to spend some time with Rachel Carrington, author of … well A LOT!

Reena Jacobs: I’m really excited to have you with us today, Rachel. Please tell us about your most recent publication.

Rachel Carrington: It’s actually an upcoming release, Waking Up Immortal, which is a paranormal/sci-fi romance, and it releases on October 20th. I’ve included the official book description below:

I could die today, and it wouldn’t matter. I’d still wake up tomorrow. Some people might consider that a good thing, and the time I took my first bullet, well, I can’t say I complained when I woke up, but that’s the middle of the story.

At first I didn’t want this “gift” which led me to a long search for my father. I thought he could help me. Turns out my father was in prison, and I just happened to get on the bad side of his warden—a huge, cyborg type of guy who could body double for Sylvester Stallone. He didn’t want me to see my father, and he was a pretty big obstacle for me to overcome. 

So here I am trying to convince this guy, Kier, to let me see my father when all hell breaks loose. Then I suddenly learn I really don’t want to see dear old Dad after all. My life isn’t in danger, but how I spend the rest of my immortal existence is. The only thing standing between me and certain torture is Kier. 

I don’t doubt he’ll protect me, but being so close to him makes me forget about things like safety. And the first time he kisses me turns into heat up the windows type of scene in the front seat of my car.

My immortal existence is safe with Kier. My heart is on shaky ground. Only I could fall in love with a cyborg while my life is going to hell in a handbasket.

RJ: I don’t know how you’ve managed to make a cyborg sound ultra sexy, but you have. 🙂 When did you first decide you wanted to be a writer?

RC: When I was sixteen. Prior to that, I was convinced I was going to be a school teacher.

RJ: You’ve been writing for quite a while. Give us a brief description of a story you have hidden in your skeleton closet? And will it ever see the light of day?

RC: I don’t really have any hidden stories because once I get the idea, I know I have to write the book. I don’t think I’ve ever left a book unfinished, although, my first novel, Not Her Romeo, will never see the light of day again. It was a contemporary romance with absolutely no plot, no conflict, and was really just a story about two people falling in love and having to overcome, well, nothing to do it. LOL

RJ: Ha ha. I’ve read books like that. Heck, I’ve written stories like that. I know exactly what you mean. 🙂 What are you working on now?

RC: The second installment of the Universal Security Series, Rising with the Heat. This delves a little deeper into Kier’s background and gives readers a better view of his history.

RJ: Where do you get your inspiration for your stories?

RC: I’m inspired by life. There is not once specific thing that inspires me. I can hear a song, see an elegant woman with a wide-brimmed hat, or touch a turtle’s shell and get an idea for a story. Now, granted, sometimes all those ideas might just be fleeting, but my imagination is always on the lookout for unique ideas to mold into a story.

RJ: It’s amazing how just about everything we encounter in life is a story waiting to happen. What’s your favorite part about the publishing process and why?

RC: I’d have to say writing the story. When I’m writing, I’m so engrossed in the storyline that it’s hard for me to stop. I don’t stop writing until the words are just no longer there for the evening, and the next day, I’m excited about jumping back into the world of my characters. Just the idea of creating something that others will enjoy motivates me every time.

RJ: Do you have any advice for other writers?

RC: Find a mentor. I think every writer needs someone they look up to, respect, and can turn to in times of triumph and trials. I can’t say this often enough. A mentor is someone who will give you that mental push when you need it or the metaphorical kick in the pants. They will pick you back up, dust you off, and tell you to get writing again, but they’ll also coach you on where to send your writing and how to make the most out of a query letter. A person like this can be invaluable, and it might take a while to find the right mentor, but it’s well worth the investment of time.

RJ: That’s the best advice I’ve heard in a long time. Anything special you’d like to say to readers?

RC: From the bottom of my heart, I thank each and every one of you for reading my stories. I’m living my dream because of readers, and my gratitude is endless.

RJ: Where can readers learn more about you and your work?

RC: My website is the most detailed place. It’s at www.dawnrachel.com. Thank you, Reena, for having me. I really appreciate the time and the space!

RJ: I’m glad you chose to share with my readers. 🙂

About the Author

Rachel Carrington began her career writing fantasy romances of powerful wizards and wicked witches. Since then, she has branched out into contemporary romance and romantic suspense and has had books published with Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Red Sage Publishing, and more.

Currently, a freelance editor/writer residing in historical Charleston, South Carolina, Rachel has written non-fiction articles for Absolute Write, The Writer’s Journal, Writing for Dollars, Writer’s Magazine, and Writer’s Weekly.

Because she likes staying busy, Rachel has also taught classes for Suite 101 and for author groups regarding promoting, writing, starting your own business, and editing.

When not writing, Rachel loves to read romantic suspense (Lisa Gardner and Roxanne St. Claire are two of her favorites), rework old furniture, cross-stitch, cook, and drink lots of coffee.

Find works by Rachel Carrington at Barnes & Nobles || Amazon || The Book Depository || Smashwords

For His Eyes Only Blog Tour + Interview

Earlier today, we had the opportunity to read an excerpt from For His Eyes Only. Definitely check it out! Now we get to learn a little about the authors. Join me in the interview. 🙂

Title: For His Eyes Only
Author: T. C. Archer
Genre: Action, Adventure, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense, Thriller
Publisher: Set
Ebook
Words: 79,000

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 T.C. Archer, Who Art Thou?

Reena Jacobs: Congratulations on your new release. Please tell us a little about For His Eyes Only. 

T.C. Archer: For His Eyes Only is a Daphne Du Maurier award winning book.

Jesse Evans is the most wanted woman in the world. She must prove she didn’t sell out the elite Special Ops team she sent into a Columbian village to rescue a little girl, or her sister dies. Only one man can save them both. But he isn’t who Jesse thinks he is.

This book is a romantic thriller, so is very high action. We loved writing this one. Keeping our characters on the move was a real challenge.

RJ: The kind of book that leaves me breathless! That’s my kind of read. I’m loving the cover. Tell us a little about the concept behind it.

TCA: The cover artist is Melissa Alvarez of Book Covers Galore. We told her that our heroine was a top secret agent and that much of the book took place in the jungles of Columbia. That info along with the title was enough to get her creative juices flowing. She put Jesse on the cover with that jungle background, and that gorgeous blue eye watching her. Perfect!

RJ: Definitely. I understand T.C. Archer represents two authors. How did you come up with the pseudonym?

TCA: T. C. Archer is Evan Trevane and Shawn M. Casey writing together. We started with T. C., and thought that Archer sounded really good with it.

RJ: Two authors… I imagine you have a host of stories ready to be written. Give us a brief description of a story you have hidden in your skeleton closet? And will it ever see the light of day?

TCA: Yes! We do have a host of stories to be written. Far too many for our short lives. A story we have peeking out from the corners of our minds is about a guy who decides to fake his own death. Only the insurance agent who investigates the claim for life insurance decides he wants the guy’s life. Lots of twists and turns here!

RJ: OMG! Sounds like the perfect murder. Well, if you’re not the victim. 🙂 With hindsight being 20/20, is there anything you would have changed with your publishing journey?

TCA: We would have parted company with our agent much sooner than we did.

RJ: Do you have any advice for other writers?

TCA: Write–a lot. Find a few people you trust to read your work and really listen to their feedback. Then write a lot more.

RJ: Anything special you’d like to say to readers?

TCA: Feel free to drop us a line and let us know what you thought of our books. We love hearing from readers.

RJ: What are you working on now?

TCA: We’re currently working on two books. The first is another romantic suspense entitled In the Company of Kate. This is a mainstream romantic suspense cougar story. Our heroine is a top executive in a design company and our hero is a Texas Ranger. The other book we’re working on is the next book in our Phenom League series. The book is set in France, with a hero who was a WWI pilot who was shot down and killed, but he never passed over. Very cool stuff here. You might even see a space ship in this one!

RJ: Now you’ve got my imagination running wild. If readers want to learn more about you and/or your work, where can they find you?

TCA: Website | Facebook | TwitterBlog | Goodreads | email

About the Authors

T. C. Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M. Casey. They live in the Northeast.

Evan puts his Ph.D. to good use by writing about alternate realities, and Shawn channels the mythology and philosophy she studied during her wasted youth into writing about exotic places and times.

Find the Authors: Website | Facebook | Twitter| Blog | Goodreads

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For His Eyes Only Blog Tour + Giveaway

I’m totally loving this cover. What about you? If you haven’t taken the time to read the interview with T.C. Archer, check it out!

Title: For His Eyes Only
Author: T. C. Archer
Genre: Action, Adventure, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense, Thriller
Publisher: Set
Ebook
Words: 79,000

Purchase:

Barnes & Nobles || Amazon || Kobo || iTunes || Smashwords

Book Description

Jesse Evans is the most wanted woman in the world. She must prove she didn’t sell out the elite Special Ops team she sent into a Columbian village to rescue a little girl, or her sister dies. Only one man can save them both. But he isn’t who Jesse thinks he is.

EXCERPT

CHAPTER ONE

A gunshot silenced jungle-chatter for a heart stopping instant. The bullet ripped nearby foliage as Jesse vaulted over the decaying trunk of a fallen corozo palm. She landed on the soft, sloping Columbian jungle floor and bolted to the right deeper into the foliage—and away from where her informant Martinez had been gunned down. She choked back anguish. He shouldn’t have run when mercenaries burst upon their meeting place. He had a young wife and child who would now have to go into hiding in order to avoid being tortured and killed by the Columbian drug lords in payment for his having aided an American spy.

She scrambled down the slope into a patch of dense undergrowth, pushed through vines and spider webs, and finally emerged on the bank of a slow moving stream. Sunlight streamed through a wide break in the canopy. Blue sky arched overhead in backdrop to dark green foliage. A satellite signal might be possible through the gap in the trees.

Jesse slowed to a crawl and concentrated past the red howler monkey screeches and parrot caws for footfalls or leaves rustling to indicate Martinez’s killers slinked through the foliage in search of her. Nothing.

She dropped to her knees, yanked open a pocket of her camouflage fatigues, and pulled out the secure satellite phone. She flipped it open, punched out home base’s ten-digit number, then pressed the receiver to her ear and held her breath until the first elongated ring began. By the third ring, her heart pounded so hard, the thud echoed in her ears.

“Come on. Pick up.” She tried to ignore the dribble of sweat trickling down the valley between her breasts as the fourth ring began.

What was wrong? HQ verified the source of incoming calls on the first ring and picked up on the second. She jerked the phone from her ear and squinted at the display. Five black bars along the left indicated a strong signal. She pressed the phone against her ear and shoved aside a lock of hair which had worked free of the brain numbingly tight ponytail. Why weren’t they—

“Designation, please,” came the operator’s voice.

“Control, this is Blue Delta Four.”

“Designation code?”

“Zebra, four, eight, two, seven, golf,” Jesse replied in a low voice.

“Confirmed, Delta Four. What is your status?”

“I am not at target. Must speak with Blue Leader.”

“Blue Leader is out of communication range.”

“Code blue,” Jesse hissed. “Get me Blue Leader Five.”

A click sounded on the line, a quick ring, then a male voice answered, “Delta Four, this is Green Leader. What’s happened?”

Jesse froze. Green Leader? Why had Robert Lanton intercepted her call? “Where is Blue Leader?” she demanded.

“Out of communication range. What’s happened?”

She hesitated.

“What is your status?” he asked.

She silently cursed, but gave in. “We have a leak. The Columbians knew about the meeting.”

Silence, then, “That’s impossible.”

“Negative, Green Leader. Repeat, they were waiting. Abort Operation Hangman.”

“What is your source?” he asked.

Her heart thumped harder with memory of Martinez lunging for the trees when the mercenaries rushed them. “M-2,” she replied with effort.

“How did M-2 obtain his information?”

She wondered the same thing. “I don’t know. Before he could confirm his source, the Columbians shot him. But he was scared, really scared. The leak has to be high up.” Anger, hot and hard, shot through her. Martinez’s life had been forfeit—and for nothing. “If that little girl dies because someone at HQ leaked the mission, I’ll kill—”

“Verify your designation code,” Green Leader cut in.

What? She’d never been asked to verify her identity a second time. The control operator had already verified her code. “Zebra, four, eight, two, seven, golf,” Jesse counted off.

An almost imperceptible pause followed, then, “That code is outdated, Delta Four. Give me your current verification.”

Outdated? Her mind whirled. “What the hell is this?”

“Current verification, Delta Four.”

“Get Blue Leader on the line right now, and put me through voice recognition,” Jesse ordered.

“Negative,” he replied. “Not without current verification.”

“Get the director on the line—now! Don’t send in Green Team until you’ve verified with him. The Columbians were waiting for us—they murdered M-2. They knew about our meeting. That confirms what he told me. The Columbians have intel on Operation Hangman. Our men will be slaughtered.”

The line went dead.

“Wha—”

Jesse yanked the phone from her ear and looked at the screen. Five bars of signal strength held strong. She punched the direct emergency number to Blue Leader. A fast busy signal resonated through the connection. She pressed the phone’s display button. The display blinked unavailable. The network—satellites, ground stations, handsets—had never, ever been unavailable. It was designed and built by the best to be always available. HQ had scrambled the access code.

Her heart went stone cold. Green Team was headed straight into the arms of the Columbian mercenaries.

Only two hours ago, she gave the go ahead to move in and rescue Maria Hamilton, Senator Hamilton’s daughter. Jesse hadn’t spotted any guerrillas hidden among the villagers, but she now knew they were there, just as they’d been there when she met with Martinez.

A slight breeze wafted past, cooling the sweat soaked shirt that clung to her back and sending a chill down her spine. She was Blue Team—recon—working solo. She should have smelled the trap. Yet she’d sent her team in to be murdered—unless…

Jesse drew a deep breath to slow her heart rate while visualizing the map of coastal Columbia. The village sat three kilometers to the south over a small but treacherous pass jungle pass. Forty people lived in the village, farmers—or so she’d thought. How many were mercenaries employed by Amadeo Perez, the most powerful drug lord in Columbia, and the man responsible for kidnapping Senator Hamilton’s daughter?

Probably every last one of them.

***

Forty minutes later, the nearby staccato rat-a-tat-tat of machine gun fire sounded in rapid succession.

The village.

Jesse pumped her legs faster, thrashing and clawing through thick foliage. Another volley echoed.

“Come on, Green Team,” she urged. “Kick some drug runners’ ass.”

Muscles burned with the final effort to reach the summit overlooking the village. Branches whipped and tore at her face as she flew through the foliage and burst into the open above the village. She fell to her knees, fumbled the compact binoculars from a thigh pocket, and forced her shaky hands steady enough to scan the village as she dropped to her belly. Armed mercenaries danced in drunken celebration in the village center. Relief tightened her chest at sight of two men wearing U.S. fatigues, hands tied behind their backs and kneeling within the circle of mercenaries.

Green Team.

But Green Team was comprised of six men. Where were the other four? Her heart surged. They had to be hidden in the jungle, preparing to rescue their teammates. If she could find them—several mercenaries near the two men swung their rifles heavenward and fired bursts.

Stay calm, Jesse mentally urged the two Americans.

She scanned the village perimeter. No eyes, glint of metal, or shadow out of place. Dammit, until Green Team wanted to be seen she wouldn’t detect so much as a leaf flutter. She swung the binoculars back to the village center and counted forty-two armed men crowding the small square. Between herself and the four remaining Green Team members, they could—one of the men who had fired his rifle into the air swung the weapon downward. Jesse realized his intent and pushed to her knees as she yanked the 9mm Beretta from her thigh holster. The rifle barrel halted an inch from the nearest Green Team member’s temple. He lunged for the mercenary. The second Green Team member shoved to his feet.

Jesse fired in unison with the boom of the mercenary’s rifle. Blood gushed from the hole blown in the first Green Team member’s head. Jesse’s stomach lurched as he dropped to the ground. She fired again. Pandemonium broke out. The second Green Team member staggered back under the onslaught of AK47 bullets. Jesse aimed the Beretta on the man shooting at him and fired three shots. Then she froze.

A gap had opened between the mercenaries at the north end of the village. On the ground behind them, four ops-clad bodies lay piled atop one another. The hand holding the binoculars shook so badly the bodies looked as if they bounced in the throes of an earthquake. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the blood stained fatigues. Green Team dead? It wasn’t possible.

Her pulse jumped. Senator Hamilton’s daughter.

Tears streamed down Jesse’s face. She yanked open a vest pocket and pulled out the sat-phone. Blood roared in her ears. She redialed Blue Leader Headquarters at Langley. This time, there was no tone, no click of a connection. Nothing but static. She pushed the display button on the sat phone. Unavailable blinked as it had earlier. The code had been scrambled. She’d been locked out…and the mercenaries had murdered Green Team.

Someone inside the Office of Internal Affairs had sold out the U.S.

The same person who had locked her out.

Green Leader, Robert Lanton.

About the Authors

T. C. Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M. Casey. They live in the Northeast.

Evan puts his Ph.D. to good use by writing about alternate realities, and Shawn channels the mythology and philosophy she studied during her wasted youth into writing about exotic places and times.

Find the Authors: Website | Facebook | Twitter| Blog | Goodreads

Giveaway Time!

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Follow the Tour!

September 18th- Simply Infatuated (Giveaway/Excerpt)
September 19th- A Diary Of A Book Addict (Review/Giveaway)
September 19th- Reading on the Wild Side (Promo/Giveaway)
September 20th- My Escape (Excerpt/Giveaway)
September 21st- The Jeep Diva (Excerpt/Giveaway)
September 22nd- For The Love Of Film And Novels(Review/Excerpt)
September 23rd- Reviews By Molly (Review/Promo)
September 24th- A Bibliophile’s Thoughts on Books(Excerpt/Giveaway)
September 25th- Off the Page (Author Interview/Giveaway)
September 26th- Simply Ali (Author Interview/Excerpt/Giveaway)
September 27th- Ramblings of an Amateur Writer (Author Interview/Promo)
September 28th- Proserpine Craving Books(Review/Giveaway/Excerpt)
September 29th- The Bunny’s Review (Book Review/Giveaway)
September 30th- Erotic Romance With a Bite…Leigh Savage(Interview/Giveaway/Excerpt)
October 1st- Redheads Review It Better (Review/Author Interview/Giveaway)
October 2nd- Tricia Kristufek (Review/Excerpt)