Thursday, January 13, 2022

Detonation Event (Mars Wars Book 1) by John Andrew Karr (VNBtM, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT


 

 I have the pleasure of sharing a few answers from the author of these exciting stories...

 

 

How much does Earth care about the life that clings to it?

JAK:  Every bit as much as any other rock in the universe.

            Snark aside, only life cares about life.

            Obvious, yet worthy of a moment of reflection. Despite radioactive cores that provide a magnetosphere to prevent the escape of air and water to space, the Earth and every other planet, moon, asteroid, comet, and yes, even the stars, are not alive. None of the aforementioned are thinkers. They have zero intelligence capability. They do not feel anything. The Earth is a fantastic and sometimes terrible host of abundant life, but it lacks the capacity to acknowledge anything, and therefore has no care whether life exists or not.

            It has no care whether it exists or not.  

            Grass has more regard for its life than a planet has self-awareness. The roots will grow toward moisture, the blade toward the sun.  

            The life forms of Earth care -- at least on some fundamental level -- but not the planet itself.

 

            What is the only life form that could prevent a total extinction event?

JAK: Look in the mirror. 

 

            Probably not you specifically, or me, or anyone alive right now. But perhaps our descendants, unseen over our shoulders in generation after generation on an extended scale, reaching centuries into the future. They could have some contribution toward preserving our species, or the next iteration of it. 

            The obvious difference between humans and all of the extinct, single-planet-dwelling species that have come before us is that we can build upon current technologies to at least try and thwart the inevitable catastrophe. 

            Humans alone – unless cockroaches or some other species survive our warring nature and evolve to our current levels – have the means to bump our potential survival rate by 100% by colonizing another planet. 

            For that, the red planet is a beacon in the night sky. As with any venture into space, the mission is fraught with danger. But Mars as a cold and rocky planet is still preferable to an ice-encrusted moon of Jupiter.

            If we ever do figure out a way to kick-start the Martian cores into creating a magnetosphere, as I write of in Mars Wars, or thicken the Martian atmosphere enough to hold air and water, the potential for agriculture is there because of soil. We made need to scrape off the solar wind-pounded surface material and turn it over, but ice, with Jupiter as a backdrop, isn’t going to be kind to the roots of space tomatoes.

            Perhaps we’d even import some of the massive sandworms from Frank Herbert’s Dune to help fertilize. Everyone knows Dune is easier to reach from Mars than it is from Earth. 

            To perform more space outreach, we’ve got to go faster at a sustained clip. Warp drive would be incredibly convenient, but we’ve got a huge knowledge gap between chemical rockets and light speed. If I had to choose a single category to improve immediately, it would be propulsion. It takes us too long to reach anything, and that’s just in our own backyard.

            In Mars Wars, planetary shuttles and remote orbiters make use of nuclear fusion for propulsion. It is a cleaner, more sustainable burn that can use hydrogen as a propellant. They can reach Mars in a month, as opposed to nine. Not warp speed or hyper-drive, but a big step in the right direction.

            Think how far we’ve come in the preceding two centuries. Who knows where we’ll be two centuries from today, if we make concerted efforts.

            But what to do once there? Live forever inside enclosures, or take steps to terra form Mars so it is not immediately hostile to life?

            Some space advocates want to keep Mars as a planetary park, unchanged by human hands.

            There is no reason to keep Mars in its current state of death. Billions of years ago, Mars once held water and therefore some form of air. There are many reasons to resurrect it.

            As seen in Mars Wars, Mars has threats beyond the frigid temps and lack of air and water. What we might find in the soil could be positive or negative, for instance. See link below:     

https://astronaut.com/finally-scientists-have-found-intriguing-organic-molecules-on-mars/          

 

What about caring for the Earth?

JAK: The two are not mutually exclusive.

 

            Of course we should care for the mother planet, but that doesn’t mean we can’t expand into space and Mars at the same time. Resource drainage from Earth can be limited, and life on Earth can improve with technological advances.

            Space expeditions must be commercially viable, or at least self-sustaining. NASA and other government agencies have done great pioneering work, but taxes alone cannot continually fund space exploration. We're already seeing private ventures from billionaire visionaries like Musk and Bezos and Branson attempting to bring the space flight industry into a more 'mainstream' focus. Bringing rare metals back to Earth could lead to more technology bursts.

            Harvesting resources from asteroids would be easier from Mars, since it’s closer to the Asteroid Belt, the farmer’s market of asteroids. A dwarf planet in the belt is blasting water vapor into space for some reason, and it may hold more water than Earth. Amazing. And available for harvesting. Asteroids can be encased in water ice. Others have ammonia ice that could be beneficial in thickening the Martian atmosphere.

            It’s a process, but water can be harvested from minerals on asteroids. Comets would take less processing time, but they’re free spirits and not clustered nicely in a band like their rocky counter parts. Formed outside our solar system, comets that can provide immediate water ice are not subject to the same relative orbiting plane as the planets and Asteroid Belt. These may be more attainable from Mars due to readiness more than location.

 

A couple relevant links:

            https://www.popularmechanics.com/space/telescopes/a9982/why-it-matters-that-theres-so-much-water-in-the-asteroid-belt-16434422/

             https://www.space.com/9292-water-ice-common-asteroids-discovery-suggests.html

 

            Mars itself may have tons of water trapped in its crust, as was recently postulated in a finding on Earth.

            This has touched on a few hints about transforming Mars – terra forming it – into a habitable planet. It could take centuries, or less, or never work at all and we end up creating subterranean cities or honeycomb surface ones encapsulated in redundant plexiglass bubbles threaded with titanium strands.

            (That last part is a glimpse of the Lunar One base on the moon in Mars Wars.)  

            Mars needs heat, water and air and we’ll move in.

            It’s not been tried by humans, but the powers of the solar system have done it. It may be possible to crash asteroids into Mars, set off a bunch of thermonuclear bombs, create vast mirror farms to reflect more sunlight, or use other methods to greenhouse the atmosphere so it can hold air and water and heat.

            There may be enough nitrates on the red planet to use for breathable air, since oxygen is the lesser component. Or maybe there’s some ripe asteroids to mine for it.

            A lot to cover there, for another time.

            If Mars does become viable as a self-sustaining colony, and then network of colonies, and then perhaps the entire planet, wouldn’t it also provide relief to over-population on Earth?

            For those who want to focus solely on Earth until the extinction event(s) strike, don’t we have a duty to future generations to begin the process of increasing survival odds?

            The universe is mind-blowingly vast. Where is the spirit to attain knowledge? To push the boundaries of what viable life can be had beyond Earth. Exploring has dangers, but it can also lead to the betterment of Homo sapiens.

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Detonation Event

Mars Wars Series: Book 1

by 

John Andrew Karr

 

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GENRE: Science Fiction

 

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BLURB:

 

For decades the Space Consortium of America has searched for new ways to harvest resources beyond an increasingly depleted Earth. The ultimate plan is about to be ignited. So is the ultimate threat to humankind . . .

 

DETONATION EVENT

 

Battle-hardened Captain Ry Devans and his crew of the Mars Orbiter Station One (MOS-1) are part of a bold plan: resurrect the active molten cores of the Red Planet with synchronized thermonuclear explosions, and terraform the hell out of that iron-oxide rock for future generations. It’ll change history. So will the strands of carbon-based Martian cells that have hitched a ride on the ship.

 

Dr. Karen Wagner knows the microbes’ resistance to virus is incredible. It’s the unknowable that’s dicey. Her orders: blow them into space. But orders can be undermined. Two vials have been stolen and sent hurtling toward the biosphere. For Devans and Wagner, ferreting out the saboteurs on board is only the beginning. Because there are more of them back on Earth—an army of radical eco-terrorists anxious to create a New World Order with a catastrophic gift from Mars.

 

Now, one-hundred-and-forty-million miles away from home, Devans is feeling expendable, betrayed, a little adrift, and a lot wild-eyed. But space madness could be his salvation—and Earth’s. He has a plan. And he’ll have to be crazy to make it work.

 

 Excerpt:

           

 

 

Rogue Planet,

Mars Wars, Book 2

 

 

A new video feed began, this time sent by PS-13. Someone on MOS-1 declared the drone had been destroyed and the landing team was prepping for the return trip home.

 

Cheers and applause in the break room. Then comments of concern when looped footage showed the landing party returning to PS-13 after destroying the hijacked drone. Karen bit her lip at Ry’s inability to fly without assistance.

 

Audio from Shannon Burroughs and co-pilot Gwen Wagner gave their status as they lifted off the surface of Mars for the return trip to MOS-1.

 

Karen closed her eyes and took a breath. She mindtexted her children and Devans. How were they, and how was Ry?

 

No replies.

 

Ry’s impulsive streak seems to be widening, she thought. Circumstances are hardly normal, though.

 

Still no replies.

 

Rarely did any of them let a mindtext go unattended from a member of the circle of trust. Almost to a fault Ry would blink a rapid reply and send along the chain of space routers.

 

Were his impulse responses something natural given the stresses, or something else?

 

Ry had cause for anger after the EFF revolution and loss of friends. He mostly hid it, but was torn by the fact that his son had gone full EFF, to the point of assisting the political leadership win ‘elections.’

 

But everyone aboard the orbiter was experiencing loss, separation, and anger. Hundreds of thousands had been murdered or imprisoned or reeducated on Earth, she thought.

 

The three lab workers watched the planetary shuttle from several satellite views as it raced through the weak Martian atmosphere. Sometimes the V-shaped body vanished in clouds of ash and dust, leaving only the faint glow of hull lights and a streak of yellow-white propellant. The atmospheric material thinned to glittering particulate. The shuttle lights and hull came into view and the light from the fusion engine grew brighter as they left the Martian atmosphere and entered space.

 

“He’ll be okay,” Kiley said, patting Karen’s hand.

 

Karen smiled. “Ry says he’s too crusty to stay hurt, much less die.”

 

Terrill laughed. “That drone took a liking to our space guy. Shakuri’s team’ll figure out who did it.”

 

Karen mindtexted Trent that she would meet them at Columbus Bay infirmary. She wasn’t an emergency room physician per se but could act in that capacity. Fortunately MOS-1  had several, doubtless already in communication with PS-13.

 

She had about a half hour before they arrived, so she went back to her station and ran more analysis jobs on the third sample.

 

“We’re going back in to tend the mice, Karen,” Terrill said.

 

“We took more blood samples just before the break. Want us to introduce them into the pull population?” Kiley added.

 

“Yes, thanks,” Karen said.

 

Kiley and Terrill donned hazmat suits and went through the sterilization procedure.

 

Warnings went up again on Karen’s monitor in response to her latest analysis of the third batch sample.

 

Not an outlier or glitch then, she thought.

 

Karen clicked into the mice cage array and peered into cage H-8 via the live video feed. She watched the rodents start and stop on the floor of composite chips. They navigated the bridges and tunnels, scaled ladders, drank water from upright tubes, went to the bathroom and napped. One pair initiated a liaison.

 

All normal stuff—for healthy mice.

 

These rodents should be dying.

 

They had been injected with aggressive cancer cells.

 

Yet they were normal.

 

And the microbe ratios were setting off red alerts in her analysis runs.

 

Karen’s stomach lurched.

 

Not again, she thought.

 

Karen activated the lab microphone. “Kiley and Terrill, cage H-8. Quick.”

 

They turned and glanced at one another, then to Karen, then hurried past three long work stations stacked with animal cages and equipment. They used the end of a long counter to sling-shot themselves forward. After several strides they halted.

 

“We’re at H-8 ... twelve mice, mixed microbes,” Terrill said, a little breathlessly, up at the communications monitor.

 

Kiley put on the sensory gloves linked to the robot arms and hands inside the cage. She began trapping and lifting the mice for visual examination.

 

Karen nodded, her lips pressed tightly shut. “Anything strange that I didn’t catch? Injury? Nutrition and water okay?”

 

A mother with several young snuggled into the corner attacked the gloved intruder. But Kiley, making movements with the gloves that the robot arms emulated, picked the mouse up and put her in an isolation compartment. The mother ran back and forth, trying to escape.

 

“They’re all okay, Karen,” Kiley said. She read the computerized chart on the monitor next to the cage. Her face went slack. “But they shouldn’t be.”

 

Terrill leaned over her shoulder to read. “We injected them with two rounds of cancer. Microvessel density of medium to high scale.”

 

“Yes,” Karen replied, her tone distant and unsure.

 

“Could just be chance, KW. Should we hit them with another dose, something even more lethal? Maybe the Henta Plague?”

 

“Wait, hold up,” Kiley said. “The baby mice are all running hot.”

 

“How hot?”

 

“One degree. 99.42 Fahrenheit.”

 

Karen blinked out of her rising panic and headed for the exit. “I’m out to Columbus Bay and the Meridian One Infirmary, then back here. Run the same trials on a new cage and keep an eye on H-8. Maybe the lethality is just delayed in the adults.”

 

She took a breath as the exit door slid away.

 

“Let’s hope they start dying.”

 

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Rogue Planet  Amazon link

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Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Journeys: The Archers of St. Sebastian by Jeanne Roland (Blurb blitz, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY)


 

 

Journeys: The Archers of St. Sebastian

by

Jeanne Roland

 

 

A barracks full of beautiful boys. A girl in disguise, living among them.

It’s the 14th century, and the longbow is king. But in the northern European principality of Ardennes, archery isn’t just the nation’s defense. It’s the national obsession.

MEET THE JOURNEYS
12 young Journeyman archers, the best in the country
2 years of public competitions, in which looks count almost as much as ability
6 will win a coveted membership in the Archers’ Guild of St. Sebastian
1 will become the prince’s new Guardsman

MEET MARIEKE
15-year-old Marieke is as obsessed with St. Sebastian’s as everyone else in Ardennes. Only it’s the middle ages, and girls just don’t become elite archers. Except Marieke's prospects as a girl aren't promising either, after a well-timed kick from a mule has left her with a face that’s badly scarred and ruined for marriage. But when circumstances force her to leave her old life behind and flee to the guild for refuge, there are only two things Marieke really knows about the place. One is that a mysterious accident ended her own father’s time as a Journey. The other?
There are no women allowed inside St. Sebastian’s.
Marieke knows disguising herself as a boy and infiltrating the guild means embarking on a dangerous deception. But it may be her only chance to find out the truth about her father’s past and to stop a murderous plot from coming to fruition. When the dashing young Journeyman Tristan takes her under his wing as his squire, she’s got to stay – at least long enough to help him beat out his brutal arch-rival to win the competitions.
Keeping her identity a secret will be hard. Living in close quarters with a pack of gorgeous boys? That will be harder still. But the hardest thing of all will be keeping the vow she makes for herself: to see Tristan become the next Guardsman, without ever letting him find out she’s a girl - a girl, who loves him.

Part Robin Hood and part Princess Bride, with a pinch of Mulan and a dash of Cyrano de Bergerac in the mix, The Archers of St. Sebastian I: Journeys is a humorous action and adventure saga inspired by late medieval/early Renaissance Belgium and packed with romance, wit, and longbow archery. Perfect for adults who love young adult themes, Journeys is an escape into the past that reads more like romantic historical fantasy than pure historical fiction.

Unrequited love? Ugly heroines who stay ugly? Friendship, coming of age, romance, adventure, and plenty of archery competitions? A unique setting inspired by the glorious city of Bruges, with a richly imagined, immersive world set within the walls of a male-only archers' guild? Journeys: The Archers of Saint Sebastian has it all, so if you're looking for a great escape, don your disguise and join Marieke as she enters the forbidden world of Saint Sebastian's, and prepare to fall in love with the Journeys - that is, the twelve best and most beautiful archers in all of Ardennes, the Journeyman archers of St. Sebastian's. 

 

 

 


 Excerpt:

 

(Context: 15-year-old Marieke is disguised as Marek, and she’s serving as a squire to the Journeyman archer Tristan at the archers’ guild of Saint Sebastian. She’s in love with him, but she’s sworn an oath never to let him find out she’s a girl. In this scene, Marieke’s gone along with a group of the Saint Sebastian boys on a ‘hunt,’ only to find out that the quarry is a local beauty that Tristan’s long had his eye on).

 

In the center of the girls is a figure more impressive than the others. From her clothing, she must be from a family of rank. Her head is covered with a filmy veil, but she has a graceful line and I can tell without really seeing her two things at the same time:  she’s lovely, and she’s the real reason we’re here.

 

As we cross the narthex, Tristan grabs a single white rose from an arrangement under the chapel icon, strips the leaves and thorns, and tosses them away. At the font, he stops for holy water, but to my surprise instead of dipping his fingertips into the water, he sticks his whole hand into the basin.

 

“What is he doing?” I ask the boy next to me, who turns out to be Gilles.

 

“Watch and learn, Marek. Watch and learn,” he says.

 

“Give the master some room to work, boys!” Jerome exclaims, putting his hands out as though to hold us all back from crowding Tristan, who is sprinkling the water all over his face and neck, and pulling the unruly lock of his hair down from his widow’s peak and over his forehead. I knew he did that on purpose!

 

He untucks his tunic from its waistband and pulls the neck open, and splashes more holy water onto his chest.

 

“What’s with all the water?” I ask.

 

“The fever of love, Marek!” Jerome says with admiration. “If you thought he was good drunk, wait until you see him sober.”

 

When he looks artfully disheveled, Tristan squares his shoulders and heads down the aisle, turning back before he goes just long enough to say,

 

“Just follow my lead, Marek.”


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 AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Roland hails from Davis, California, where she spent most of her youth lounging at the pool, soaking up the sun, and daydreaming. She had a key ring that read 'I’m running away to join the circus,' and her favorite moment of the day was when the local movie theater went dark, and the slogan 'escape to the movies' appeared on the screen. As an adult, her passions include all things melodramatic and beautiful — everything from classic movies, British romantic poetry, ancient tragedy and epic, to Italian opera. She is now a professor of Classics in a small midwestern town, where she lives with her Greek husband, her fraternal twins, and a Bernese mountain dog named Franco Corelli.

 


Author website

I blog as the Allegorical Traveler about Greek mythology at this site

I’m not a big social media person; the best ways to reach me are via my website, or Facebook

Twitter:  @booksbyJeanneR

Instagram:  @jeannerolandwrites


 

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Monday, January 10, 2022

The Pig Wars by M. K. Theodoratus (Spotlight, excerpt, and review) GFP

 


 

 

 

 

The Pig Wars

by 

M. K. Theodoratus

 

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GENRE: Medieval fantasy

 

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BLURB:

 

After inadvertently causing her father's death with her magic in battle, Lady Rena avoids the political in-fighting among the Half-Elven of the Marches. She spends her days weaving and managing her lands, trying to heal from the trauma. But this fragile peace frays...

 

Renna’s neighbor, Lord Gorsfeld, has plans for the retiring young woman. As the richest man in the Marches, but one without magic, he decides to woo Renna to gain control of her magic and her lands, by setting himself up as a strong protector, who can save her from the marauders who harass her border villages. However his campaign goes awry when Black Tail, Renna's pet pig, injures dumps him in the mud.

 

Gorsfeld intensifies his vandalism, hoping to scare Renna into his arms. Renna must fight to protect her people without angering the Lord High Commander of the Marches who expects his childhood friend to help him keep the peace. But she is caught off guard and is forced to ue forbidden elf-fire to protect her people.

 

Renna discovers she must fight for her life.

 

Author M.K. Theodoratus offers a stunning and captivating fantasy novel that will have audiences on the edge of their seats in “The Pig Wars”. This compelling and intriguing book is unique in its beautifully-crafted world, fascinating characters, and a fast-paced story line that is both fantastical and political. “The Pig Wars” is an absolute must-read that fantasy lovers won’t want to miss!

 

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EXCERPT

 

Growling, a hound ventured closer to Black Tail. The sow rushed him, and he twisted away. The pig grabbed his tail and stomped on him. Whirling on her hind legs, she whacked him against the rock, making a streak of blood as the carcass slid down.

 

"Blast. I didn't know pigs fought like that!" the peasant yelled when the dog lay lifeless.

 

 "Stop her. You're the one who's supposed to have elf powers."

 

Renna unshadowed and stepped into the clearing, still holding her power tight inside her. The hoe, with its sharp metal blade, hung ready at her side. "Mayhap you might return to where you came from before my pig kills all your dogs."

 

 "What's a little thing like you going to do against two grown men, girlie?" The bumpkin sneered after one glance at her in her grimy clothes. "I'm a trained warrior from Linden's camp—better get on your way, like a good little lamb."

 

With a heft of the hoe, Renna asked, "You want to find out how dainty I am?"

 

 The guard's hand rested on his plain belt, but he made no move. Her warrior's braid hanging to the hem of her patched tunic should have been sign enough of her power, Renna thought. She seldom wore her veteran's belt decorated with many gold insignia earned during the Rebellion that would have alerted them to trouble if she were in the habit of wearing the heavy thing.

 

He's right. I am alone.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

A Northern California gal, M. K. Theodoratus has been intrigued by fantasy since she discovered comic

books and the land of Oz. Some of her early favorite authors as a teen were A. Merritt, Andre Norton, Catherine L. Moore, and Fritz Lieber. She has traveled through many fantasy worlds since then. Now she enjoys reading Lee Child, Patricia Briggs, Sharyn McCrumb, Neil Gaiman, and Carol O'Connell among others.

 

When she's not disappearing into other writer's worlds, she's creating her own alternative worlds -- that of Andor where demons prey and that of the Far Isle Half-Elven where she explores the social and political implications of genetic drift on a hybrid elf/human people. Magic and mayhem are her favorite topics.

 

She now lives in Colorado.

 

Theodoratus can be found on social media at:

 

Website

Facebook

 

Twitter

 

GoodReads

 

Pinterest

 

Blog

 

Amazon Author Page


 

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Thursday, January 6, 2022

Winter of the Owl by Iris Foxglove (Spotlight, excerpt, and review) GRR

 

 

Winter of the Owl
by

Iris Foxglove

Seasons of the Loki, Book 1



Genre: Fantasy, Romance
Tropes: Suddenly married! Stuck in a cabin/snowed in a cabin, only one bed, fish out of water, opposites attract.
Content: Grief, discussions of past emotional abuse, attempted murder, on-page kink re: use of gags, bondage, d/s.
Heat: 4 out of 5

 


BLURB

Sava has the best house in all of Lukos. He built it himself, dreaming of the day when he and Milan, the man he loved, could live there and brave the harsh winters of Lukos together—only to be devastated when Milan was found dead in the spring. Fraught with grief, Sava resigns himself to spending his winters alone.

Then a stranger appears on his doorstep, and everything changes.

Victor is a scholar from Gerakia, a land known for its long summers and vibrant history, and he has never been more unprepared in his life. Abandoned on the inhospitable island of Lukos after a disastrous relationship, Victor has to adapt quickly to survive. It helps, of course, that he’s taken in by Sava, who has the biggest heart of any man Victor has ever known. Victor and Sava start to make a home together, growing close as snow falls outside, but the true danger of a Lukos winter is closer than they suspect...

 

 

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My review:

 

4.25 stars

 

Winter of the Owl by Iris Foxglove is the first book in the ‘Seasons of the Lukoi’ series, and features aspiring scholar Victor, whose anticipated expedition to learn more about the mysterious Lukoi changes his life. Bereaved Sava Snow-Walker never expects to meet a person who focuses so much on studying as Victor, but while helping the alluring newcomer survive the harsh winter, he discovers that there are more dangers than he ever anticipated.

 

This adult gay fantasy romance provides a mesmerizing glimpse of a society carved out of necessity. The vivid imagery and harsh surroundings contrast beautifully with the gradual awakening of a naïve and submissive young man with a thirst for knowledge. I loved that dominant Sava was so patient, and I enjoyed watching Victor forging a bond with and impacting the resourceful man even as he continuously thirsts for more and more knowledge. The shifting perspectives of the societies formed are mirrored by other developments in the story, and although some things are pretty strongly foreshadowed, the tale still kept me turning the pages rapidly. I hope that some of the magical elements will be featured more prominently in the next book and anxiously look forward to learning even more about the Lukoi.

 

 

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Monday, January 3, 2022

Digging Up Love by Chandra Blumberg (Interview, spotlight, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY)


 

I'm delighted to share an interview with debut author Chandra Blumberg (congrats on your new release!)

 

 

 

As a debut author, what are some things readers should know about you?

 

I was born in Michigan and moved to the Chicago area shortly after college. I’m the mom of four amazing children. I love to bake and I’m always on the lookout for new recipes to try, and though they often turn out less-than Pinterest-worthy, my baked goods almost always taste great.

 

Lifting weights is another one of my passions. I enjoy the physical challenge and the boost from achieving new goals. I also love to travel and explore, whether it be other countries or nearby towns. One of my greatest joys is finding new places to visit and experience for the first time.

 

And of course, I love to read! I devour books from a wide variety of genres, from science fiction to mystery, historical fiction to fantasy, but romance captured my heart and never let go.

 

 

 

Describe your novel Digging Up Love in just one sentence.

 

A commitment-phobic baker who plans to escape small-town life for Chicago hits a roadblock when an enormous dinosaur bone is unearthed in her backyard, and she falls hard for the paleontologist sent to excavate.

 

 

 

Including dinosaurs as a major part of the plot is unique in a romance novel. What inspired you to include dinosaurs (or at least their bones) in your story?

 

My kids love learning about dinosaurs, so between books, shows, movies, and time spent visiting museums to see fossils, dinosaurs have been a big part of my life for awhile now, and that might be part of what sparked the idea. Plus, I’ve been a fan of Jurassic Park since I was a kid, and I thought it would be really fun to write a romance with a paleontologist love interest.

 

As I was drafting the novel, I remembered reading a news article about mammoth bones turning up on a farmer’s property in my home state of Michigan, and I thought: what if it had been a dinosaur bone? There haven’t been any dinosaur fossils discovered in most of the Midwest, so that offered a lot of possibilities to explore.

 

 

Was there a moment when Quentin and Alisha’s story really came to life for you?

 

I wrote a sketch of a scene where a woman was on a date with a paleontologist at the Field Museum in Chicago. He was super enthusiastic about showing her the fossils, and they had this flirty, fun dynamic with a lot of banter. There was immediate chemistry, and I wanted to dive deeper into their story. At one point in the scene, the woman tripped, and her response was, “Whoopsie-daisy.” So I had this young woman who was using this sort of old-school exclamation, and I thought, why would she say that? Well, maybe she was raised by her grandparents. And the story evolved from there.

 

 

 

Was there a time during the writing process that you were really surprised by the story or your characters?

 

I was sharing an early draft of the story with critique partners and one of them mentioned how Quentin was a paleontologist like Ross from Friends, and my reaction was total shock. I used to love watching Friends, but for some reason—maybe my age at the time I watched it—even though Ross was one of my favorite characters, I had no idea what he did for a living. I decided to include my reaction into the book, because how could I not? Ross is such an iconic character, and here I had totally blanked on another paleontologist in pop culture.

 

 

 

Digging Up Love is very much a small-town romance, but it also includes scenes in Chicago. What made you choose to include both settings in your novel?

 

I knew I wanted a city-meets-country love story because it offers so many interesting and fun dynamics. Since I grew up in a fairly rural community and participated in the county fair, 4-H, horseback riding, and so on, I had that experience to draw from. I also enjoy living in the Chicago area immensely and wanted to incorporate elements of the city as well.

 

 

What do you most want readers to take away from reading Digging Up Love?

 

First and foremost, a happily-ever-after. While this book delves into some deep issues, this is Alisha and Quentin’s love story, and I want to leave readers with all the swoony feels! I hope to tug on readers’ heartstrings and make them laugh in the next moment. I also wanted to depict a heroine who is unapologetically into lifting heavy weights, and to include body positivity in the narrative. I hope the sense of love, both romantic and in relationships with family and friends, comes through in this story. Ultimately, this is a book about finding joy and the person who makes you feel happy and fully loved.


 

 

 

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Digging Up Love

Taste of Love series, Book 1

by

Chandra Blumberg





Summary


Alisha Blake works her magic in the kitchen, creating delectable desserts for her grandfather’s restaurant in rural Illinois. Though Alisha relishes the close relationship she has with her family, she can’t help but dream about opening a cookie shop in Chicago. She may be a small-town baker, but Alisha has big ambitions.


Then a dinosaur bone turns up in her grandparents’ backyard. When paleontologist Quentin Harris arrives to see the discovery for himself, he’s hoping that the fossil will distract him from a recent painful breakup. Instead, he finds Alisha—and sparks fly. The big-city academic and the hometown baker seem destined for a happily ever after.


But Alisha is scared to fall in love. And Quentin’s trying to make a name for himself in a competitive field, which gets even more complicated when the press shows up at the dig site. For love to prevail, the two may have to put old bones aside—and focus on the future.




Excerpt


About forty yards behind the house, Mrs. S sat on her trusty motorized steed. Granny stood next to her, the top of her blonde bob a good foot shy of the reflective orange safety flag jutting up out of the back of the seat. 


Opposite the women, a backhoe perched motionless on the edge of the crater like a mechanical gargoyle, motor silent. Granny was holding a whispered conference with Mrs. Snyder, doused in her trademark rose-scented perfume so strong it could penetrate a gas mask. 


Alisha slinked up to the women like an uninvited guest at a funeral. She couldn’t help but address them in a hushed tone. “Hi, ladies.” 


Mrs. Snyder let out an almighty yelp and revved her engine. The scooter lurched forward toward the edge of the hole. Alisha dove for the kill switch, and Granny wrapped both arms around her friend’s ample waist, the heels of her Wellington boots making furrows in the grass. The scooter skidded to a halt like a clown car dumping its occupants at center stage. 


Alisha collapsed on her knees, panting. “So sorry, Mrs. S!” 


“Janet.” Fanning her flushed face, she leveled a beady gaze at Alisha. “If I’ve told you once, I told you a thousand times. Call me Janet.” She adjusted one of her clip-on earrings, blue-veined hand trembling. “‘Mrs. S’ makes me feel about a thousand years old.” 


Alisha nodded just to pacify her. The switch would be impossible. Mrs. Snyder was Hawksburg’s answer to Mr. Feeny: a seventh-grade math teacher, religious ed catechist, and after retirement, a high school substitute teacher. No sense in arguing, though. 


She pushed off the freezing ground and turned to Granny. “What’s this I hear about a skeleton in our new swimming pool?” 


Pulling the sides of her coat around herself, her grandma said, “I was gonna tell you when you got home, sweetie. But you never get much time to yourself. I didn’t want to interrupt your visit with Simone. And I doubt it’s anything. Janet just said we should be sure.” 


Surprise, surprise. Mrs. Snyder had called in the professionals, not Granny. 


“I’m sure we’ll have this whole thing resolved today.” Granny patted her arm in reassurance. 


Alisha relaxed a bit at her grandma’s touch. The Blake women looked nothing alike. Her grandma was a fine-boned peroxide blonde and fair as winter moonlight. But temperament wise, they were a match. If Granny wasn’t fussed, everything would be fine. But still . . . 


“So there is a bone?” 


Granny nodded. “A big one. See for yourself.” 


Obediently, Alisha took a step forward to peer down into the pit. The man—and it was a man, after all—crouched in the mud, squinting against a battered digital camera, wasn’t wearing the khaki uniform she’d expected. 


Instead, a dark-gray zip-up hoodie showed the curve of strong biceps and wide shoulders. He sat on his haunches in worn-in jeans and brown work boots. A cobalt-blue beanie was pulled down over his ears, accentuating the line of a straight, clean-shaven jaw. Definitely not middle aged either. 


This was fine. Totally fine. Well, he was fine, that much was certain. 


Keep it together, Alisha. 


No worries. She tugged at her cropped leather jacket. She was perfectly capable of sending a fit young scientist packing. 


Just then, he rested the camera on his thigh and looked up at them through the snow, his gaze as dazzling as a burst of sunshine after a storm. 


Alisha’s knees almost gave way. Up until this moment, she would’ve put weak knees right up there with Bigfoot in the realm of myth. But the man’s electric gray-green eyes short-circuited her nerve endings and left her legs wobbly as Bambi. 


He pulled his full lips to the side, gaze unfocused, clearly deep in thought. Then he dropped those striking eyes to the ground and stood up, rubbing a hand absently along his chiseled jaw. Her stomach turned itself inside out. It wasn’t every day she encountered a man who looked like her fantasies incarnate. But the biting wind and snowflakes swirling through the air hit her like a bucket of ice water. Not a daydream, then. Which begged the question, What to do now? 


The textbook definition of a sexy scientist stood a few feet away, smack-dab in the middle of her grandparents’ future swimming pool. Chills that had nothing to do with the freezing temps collided with the heated flush of a heart gone into hyperdrive. A magnetic tug drew her a step closer, vying with a hysterical urge to turn tail and run. 


Heavens to Betsy, cool it, Blake. 


Without another thought, Alisha took a breath and jumped into the deep end.

 

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About the Author

 

Chandra Blumberg is a Michigan native who loves writing funny, heartwarming love stories about characters that feel real and relatable. When it comes to her writing process, getting to that happily ever after is half the fun.

After majoring in English at Michigan State University, Blumberg moved to the Chicago area, where she enjoys exploring museums and the beauty of Lake Michigan in all seasons. When she’s not writing, she’s usually making a mess in the kitchen with her kids, lifting heavy barbells at the gym, or traveling with her family. Digging Up Love is her first novel.

 


 

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