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Monday, March 27, 2017

Cloak and Mirrors by p.m. terrell (VBT, guest post, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT




It is my pleasure to share a guest post by author p.m. terrell, who shares fantastic information for authors...



ELF: What do you do to mentor others?



pmt: When I began my career in fiction writing, I was surprised at the lack of support I received from the writing community. When I came across successful authors and asked them for tips or advice on breaking into the industry, not a single one wanted to share their knowledge. When I attempted to participate in book events like those in Charlottesville, Virginia or Nashville, Tennessee I was informed that I was not invited, and even attempting to join organizations such as Mystery Writers of America, I was told I did not qualify.



All of these experiences led me to make a promise to myself: that when I became a successful author, I would assist other writers of all levels—from beginner through advanced. I began by co-founding The Book ‘Em Foundation and then helping to establish annual Book ‘Em Writers Conferences and Book Fairs in Virginia, New Hampshire and North Carolina. I chaired Book ‘Em North Carolina for the first five years and have recently turned over the event to Robeson Community College in Lumberton, North Carolina. I worked with authors from New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors (some had made the list sixty times over) as well as traditionally published authors with smaller publishing houses and even with self-published authors. I wanted to remove the barriers that I had encountered.

I also began mentoring authors nearly twenty years ago and this past year I started The Novel Business for more advanced writers who are expected to participate in marketing and promotional efforts. Each week I publish a video and documentation to help authors with everything from responding to negative reviews, using blogs as a hub for social networking, creating book trailers at no cost, creating landing pages and much, much more.

As I have become more successful, doors have opened for me, particularly with the longevity I have in this business now. I not only learn from my own experiences but have positioned myself so that I can witness and learn from others’ successes and failures. The publishing industry is changing at breakneck speed after dragging their heels into new technology, and those technological advances are transforming almost everything—from the publishers to production to distribution and marketing.



So if you have a question about the industry, please leave it below, and I’ll be happy to answer it!




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Cloak and Mirrors
by P.M. Terrell

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GENRE:   Suspense

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BLURB:

CIA operatives Vicki Boyd and Dylan Maguire are back in the 6th book of the award-winning Black Swamp Mysteries Series. Vicki and Dylan journey to Ireland for their honeymoon and while they are there, they agree to pick up a package from a Russian spy containing plans for Russia's latest stealth technology. But when the Russian decides to defect, they find themselves trying to get him safely out of the country. They also discover the Kremlin has uncovered their identities and now Vicki and Dylan flee across the island. With breathtaking descriptions of Ireland's rugged coast and the Northern Lights, romance and suspense come together again.


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EXCERPT


The winds whistled and swirled in the frosty night like a chorus of apparitions dancing and bobbing, leaving soft whispers against Dylan’s ear, enticing, cajoling, flirtatious and deadly. Ah, but they could drive a man insane on a night like this, he thought, pulling his collar tighter about his ears. He wore an Irish tweed cap and still the winds licked at his hair like fingers running through it, soothing, insistent and treacherous.

The horse’s mane was grasped as well by the same invisible force, the long strands stretched as though they were being combed by an otherworldly creature that would not let go. They were nervous tonight and he imagined given their heads, they would turn about and leave the eerie foothills of the Blue Stack Mountains. He kept a firm hold on Dougal’s reigns as the horse snorted, the sound unnaturally shrill.

He could read a horse like he could read a man’s face, and tonight it didn’t bode well. Dougal’s ears were stiff and pitched forward, a sign of unease for sure, and every now and again they twitched and trembled as his haunches dipped low. Dylan peered through the shadows at the other horses, both as spirited as his; and yet their tails were clamped low, their voices constant.

In contrast, the men were hushed as they had been since leaving the manor house, the silence broken only intermittently as Jack announced a change in direction or a distant landmark for which he was aiming. Even then, his statements were terse as if he was reluctant to speak in the eerie terrain.

The ground beneath the horses’ hooves was uneven and unpredictable. As the night sky began to brighten with the first vestiges of the aurora borealis, he began to see why their progress had slowed since entering the mountain range; the horses had to pick their way around craggy rocks, the tall grasses obscuring whether the land was firm or soft until their hooves either landed on solid ground or they felt the disconcerting descent into boggy earth.

He inched the horse forward until it was nearly even with Jack. He rode a silver mare with a jet black mane and tail, a beautiful animal to be sure and under the stars her coat was mesmerizing as if it was aglow.

“Are you certain this is the way to Innisbarracar?” Dylan asked.

Jack glanced in Alexei’s direction before shifting his attention to Dylan. “You said you needed weapons, did you not?”

“Aye.”

“Then we’d be taking a bit of a diversion.” He pointed at the mountain’s highest peak.

“Innisbarracar would be on the other side through the pass. We’ll be headin’ in that direction—” he pointed slightly to the left of the mountain “—where we’ll be arming ourselves first.”

“Ah.”

They rode for a few minutes in silence before Dylan asked, “And what type of weapons would you be havin’ there?”

Jack looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “Whatever kind you’d be needin’.”



   
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than 20 books in several genres, including suspense, historical and non-fiction. Prior to becoming a writer, she owned two computer companies in the Washington, DC with a specialty in combatting computer crime. Her clients included the CIA, Secret Service and Department of Defense. Technology is often woven through her suspense thrillers. Terrell is of Irish descent, and Ireland often figures prominently in her books as well. She has been a full-time author since 2002 and currently travels between her home in North Carolina and Northern Ireland, the home of her ancestors. She is also the founder of Book ‘Em North Carolina’sWriters Conference and Book Fair and The Novel Business.






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Tuesday, May 6, 2014

The Pendulum Files by p.m. terrell (guest post, spotlight, excerpt and GIVEAWAY)




 It is my pleasure to share a guest post by p.m. terrell plus a spotlight and excerpt from her exciting story, The Pendulum Files
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Research
by p.m. terrell 


I once served on a panel with an author who told the audience that he had never spent one minute on research, and when he received mail complaining about the implausibility of his plots, he told them it was “just fiction”. I cringed when I heard this because I am a stickler for details. Today’s audience is more sophisticated than it has ever been; the Internet alone has opened doorways we didn’t have just a few short years ago, allowing readers to educate themselves on countless subjects from around the world.

I am a news junkie and I tend to read anything and everything I can get my hands on. I have a long list of possible plots that are often gleaned from news reports or even our government’s declassified documents. When the Soviet Union fell apart, it opened scores of additional documents providing details of countless missions against the United States and others.

The plot in
The Pendulum Files revolves around merchant ships being bombed en route from China to the United States. The idea came from a variety of sources, including declassified CIA documents, maritime laws and struggles, Chinese imports to the USA and information on Black Sites.

There is a lot of inaccurate information on the Internet, so it’s always important to me to go only to trusted sites, and then verify the data I’ve received through at least two additional sources.

Vicki Boyd, the psychic spy who must determine who is bombing the merchant vessels, is patterned after real psychic spies that have been used by the CIA and the Department of Defense since the Cold War. I researched the programs the real spies are put through, how their information is verified, and also the personal toll it takes on them as they travel around the world in their minds. Though they are not generally at risk physically (though at least one death continues to remain a mystery to the public) they do encounter the same psychological toll as spies on the ground—being unable to talk about their jobs, for example, and leading double lives.

One aspect of the oceans that has come to light particularly after Plane MH370 went missing is that we know more about the surface of the moon than we know about our own oceans. Vast amounts of the oceans have never been charted and have never been explored. And to search for anything—whether it’s a ship or a plane—in certain parts of the world are at best, challenging, and at worst, impossible.

In writing
The Pendulum Files, I discovered how the oceans are divided into grids, which are used when searching or when the need arises to move into a particular location. I researched maritime laws, especially when dealing with parts of the ocean that are truly not close to any major land mass. I also had to look at motives: who would have the most to gain if goods could no longer safely travel from overseas factories to American consumers?

This wasn’t my first book concerning China and it certainly won’t be my last. China is a sleeping giant who has gone from third world status to superpower potential in a relatively short amount of time. So my research also took me into what they gain through exporting goods—and it goes far beyond making money.



  
 


The Pendulum Files

by p.m. terrell


BLURB:

CIA operative Dylan Maguire joins forces with psychic spy Vicki Boyd to find out who is bombing merchant vessels bound for the United States from China. Their mission will lead them to Black Sites, the high seas and into covert operations. And when an assassin escapes from prison determined to finish the job he started, they find their personal lives and their missions are about to collide in ways they never could have imagined.



EXCERPT


She wasn’t quite sure what roused her from sleep. But as Vicki slowly opened her eyes, she became aware of her nude body lying on one side with Dylan’s larger, muscular form curled up behind her. One arm was stretched over her protectively and her derriere rested against his lap, their legs intertwined.
 

Normally some moonlight found its way inside, but the room was so murky that she wondered if there was any moon at all this night. She narrowed her eyes in an effort to adjust to the darkness as Dylan’s measured, soft breathing remained against her ear.
 

She nearly gasped as her eyes fell upon a figure just a few feet from the bed. She frowned as it swayed in front of her; it was not flesh and blood—that much was obvious. It was almost opaque and as she continued to stare, it grew more luminous until a tiny woman stood in front of her with long, flowing white hair billowing about her as if blown by the wind.
 

She wore a thin nightgown that reached from the base of her neck all the way to her feet, and as Vicki continued to stare, she smiled.
 

“Mam,” Vicki breathed as she recognized Dylan’s grandmother.
 

Dylan murmured something incomprehensible and held her more tightly against him.
 

“Be careful what you do, child,” Mam said in a clear voice. “There are eyes on you.”
 

Vicki gasped and grabbed at the bed covering. “You shouldn’t be watching us!” she exclaimed.
 

Dylan awakened and leaned over her to look at her face. “What is it, Darlin’?”
 

Vicki could feel the heat in her cheeks. She half-turned to Dylan to see him watching her with sleepy eyes. “I—” She turned back to where his grandmother had stood, but she was gone.
 

“Another bad dream, mayhap?” he asked before settling back. “There’s nothin’ at’al to be frightened of, Darlin’. I’ll take good care o’ you.”
 

She tried to relax against his body once more. She kept her eyes open and her ears on alert but she was met only with silence and a darkness that reminded her that she’d had precious little sleep. Still, she pulled the bedcovers over them, covering their naked bodies.
 

The grandfather clock downstairs ticked off the seconds, the sound reminding her of just how silent the rest of the house really was. She finally felt herself snuggling into that warm cocoon of sleep.
She could feel Dylan’s breath against the back of her neck; it was the steady breathing of a man deeply asleep. Then she became aware of something else, something against her nose as if someone was breathing on her face.
 

Her eyes flew open to find Mam leaning down in front of her, her face just inches from hers.
 

“It isn’t me you need to be concernin’ y’self with, child,” she said. “Other eyes are watchin’.”

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AUTHOR INFORMATION
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p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than 20 books in five genres. A full-time author since 2002, Black Swamp Mysteries is her first series, inspired by the success of Exit 22 in 2008. The books include Exit 22, Vicki's Key, Secrets of a Dangerous Woman, Dylan's Song and The Pendulum Files. Vicki's Key placed as one of four finalists in the 2012 International Book Awards. Her historical book, River Passage, won the 2010 Best Drama Award, and her romantic suspense, The Tempest Murders, placed as one of four finalists in the 2013 USA Best Book Awards.

Prior to becoming a full-time writer, she founded and operated two computer companies in the Washington, DC area. Her specialties were computer crime and computer intelligence and her clients included the CIA, Secret Service and Department of Defense. Computer technology often weaves its way through her contemporary suspense/thrillers.

She is also the co-founder of The Book 'Em Foundation and the founder of The Book 'Em North Carolina Writers Conference and Book Fair, an annual event to raise money for literacy campaigns. She also serves on the boards of the Friends of the Robeson County Public Library and the Robeson County Arts Council, and served as the first female president for the Chesterfield County/ Colonial Heights Crime Solvers.


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