It's a Halloween party and I'm hoping you'll all join in . . . share a scary story, a picture, costume, decoration and of course your link to your own post, which will undoubtedly be about your book but of course I'm hoping you'll also share something fun to help us all get ready for this festival . . .
Colleen Myers visits to reveal her latest and greatest book yet! This is something you Must Remember . . .
Colleen plays many roles. Not only is she a veteran, a mother, and a
practicing physician, but she is a writer of science fiction and contemporary
romances. Colleen’s dreams include surviving her son’s teenage years, exploring
every continent on this planet, except Antartica, cause that’s way too cold,
and winning the Nobel peace prize. Dream BIG! Currently she is getting ready to
publish her first novel, MUST REMEMBER in November of this year (cover reveal
soon.) Until then look for her at Three Rivers Romance Writers, at Facebook Colleen Myers, and at
Nineteen-year-old Elizabeth ‘Beta’ Camden is a survivor.
When the E’mani—those pale alien freaks—destroy Earth with a plague
of madness and scoop up the remains, Beta is one of the ‘lucky’ ones.
For years, she endures their tortures, experiments and games. Then one
day, she manages to escape their ship with her life, and no memory of
her time with them.
Stranded on their world, Beta wanders the mountains, looking for a
way home. She stumbles onto the Fost—the E’mani’s ancient enemy. Their
war with the E’mani is old and rooted in magic that the Fost once had
and the E’mani crave. Magic Beta soon discovers she’s developing along
with strange tattoos and disturbing glimpses of her past. The Fost take
her in and train her in their ways. As she spends more time with them,
she falls in love with their culture and with Marin—he of the hot hands
and slit eyes.
But the E’mani took her for a reason and they want her back—dead or
alive. If Beta doesn’t remember that reason soon, they’re all going to
Oy. No more weekday frat parties for me, no matter how noble the cause, especially when I have a test the next day. What was I thinking? And last minute cramming with a headache was not a good idea either. Forget it. My eyes drifted to the clock.
And now I was late. Damn it. With a sigh, I threw down my pencil and scrambled up, my head throbbing. I traded my Eeyore jammies for skinny jeans and a fitted white t-shirt. Shoes, where were my shoes? Gah. I ducked and rooted around in the deep, dark spaces under my bed. Hmm, the green dress I borrowed from Sarah. Mental note: I need to return that. English book, various dust bunnies of uncertain lineage…there.
Sketchers on, I grabbed my backpack, turned up my iPod, and ran out the door. No time to primp.
Good thing the campus I lived on was small. There was a big central courtyard—the quad—filled with towering oak trees and wide-open spaces surrounded by squat school buildings and classrooms. If I hurried, I’d make it…
I raced into the quad out of breath and slowed, turning in a complete circle.
No one around. Unease skittered through me on soft paws. The courtyard was always busy. I pulled my headphones out of my ears. Was there some sort of event I didn’t know about going on? The unnatural silence pressed in on me for a second as the echoes of my steps faded.
Then screams—men’s and women’s—poured from Main Street. I broke into a run and shot between the buildings toward the sound.
Cars littered the intersection. Some guy rear-ended someone else, causing a chain reaction down the road. A horn blared nearby and a faint breeze blew the smell of gasoline, smoke, and copper my way. Clusters of people stood among the wreckage.
But seriously, during the dark ages, the Vikings were more than merely heathen marauders. In truth, they were brave explorers. Men and women who took the original Captain’s Oath, vowing to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man (or woman) had gone before.
They were not the pillagers that the British portrayed them to be but people searching for new lands and new civilizations and along the way, they faced gripping family sagas that questioned more than their strength, agility and patience. These journeys brought into question alliances and loyal friendships, while testing their faith. And, there was nothing more important than family relationships. If a Viking couldn’t count on his family to help him survive, he perished.
But it wasn’t only the men, these warriors were women as well as men, who stood side by side on the battlefield. Perhaps that is the reason and the truth behind the tales of the Valkyrie and Valhalla, which still haunt the stories of the Vikings.
The VIKING PRINCESS is one such tale of the extraordinary lives and epic adventures of two people: Holger Danske and Morgaine LeFey.
And Holger Danske was not the first Danish Prince to appear on the printed page or to share a well-known castle as his home. Hamlet’s story is set in the same structure that stands on the sound between Denmark and Sweden. Holger’s home is in Kronborg Castle, known to most English speaking people as Hamlet’s Castle.
It was there, inside this Castle that I first was introduced to Holger Danske and the legends surrounding his iconic life. He was a warrior, a Prince destined to become King of all the Norse lands during the time of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round table.
I found it odd that everyone had heard of King Arthur and his magical sword, Excalibur, which he received from the Lade of the Lake (a Norse Goddess) who had also given such a sword to Holger Danske. Holger’s sword was named “Cortana”, and was made from the same metal and magic as Excalibur. Yet no one I talked to outside of Denmark had ever heard of Holger or his sword.
And, even more interesting was the fact that Holger and the Vikings invaded England, yet somehow, even as enemies, Holger and King Arthur’s half-sister, Morgaine LeFey, were able to share a forbidden love.
Theirs was a romance that threatened two kingdoms.
THE VIKING PRINCESS has never been told outside of Denmark...until now. Morgaine and Holger faced an attraction more powerful than any sword, stronger than any warrior and more magical than all the powers of Merlin.
A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ME:
I'm a romance writer who grew up in a family with 9 kids and only 1 t.v. so I spent my days reading and, later, writing. I love books. . .maybe because I never got to pick t.v. shows we watched. But I’d run home after school to catch the last fifteen minutes of Dark Shadows...
I still love to run...or at my age, maybe I should say wogging (a cross between walking and jogging). Here in Portland, I love Halloween themed runs - where people don costumes and run. It's a lot of fun...and I know those two words don't always go together: fun...and...run. But it is.
And, with all those Halloween themed runs, I guess Dark Shadows had more of an influence than some people might think. Even today my favorite author is Stephen King. My all-time favorite book is Salem's Lot.
Favorite romance novels are The Hunger Games...okay, I know, it's a survival book but it's really all about romance. Then there were the series: Twilight, Fifty Shades, and more but I also love paranormal, Horror and even light books like Dewey the Small Town Library Cat... Mainly, I just love to read. . . and write.
I've just had my first novel published and am looking to share it with the world. It's a story I was inspired to write after visiting Hamlet's Castle and seeing an enormous Viking statue down in the tunnels next to the dungeons.
Sorry to be so long-winded but did I say I love to write? ...and talk and...knit, and sew, and bake... I could go on but I'll close by saying, I hope you’ll stop in on my site and I can tell you I have a ya horror novel coming in July: Demon’s Ink.
Thanks for listening.
EXCERPT OF THE VIKING PRINCESS
He laughed at her, making her senses bristle.
She was not amused. “Am I humorous?”
“I have heard you are many things,” he replied, “but humor has never been cited as one of your virtues.”
“First you laugh at me, and then you belittle me. Is this the way you treat all women?”
He pulled back on the reins. His horse slid to an immediate standstill. Then, burying his face into her hair, he whispered in her ear, “I have shown enormous restraint. Would you like me to show you how I treat all women?”
The burning ember inside her flared to a flame. The muscles low in her belly tightened, as she clenched her legs tighter, wrapping them around his steed. Sucking air into her lungs, she felt the immediate pulse of desire race through the core of her body. She wanted to reach back over her head and wrap her arms around his neck, to pull him even closer.
It was all she could do to hold her tongue and keep from begging him, when all she wanted to say was, “Yes, yes, please show me.”
Her body motionless, she could feel the warmth of him as his hands grew bold, slipping beneath the soft linens covering her, his fingers gently gliding up over her stomach, traveling beneath her breasts and edging up…
A voice whispered inside her head. What are you doing? This man is your enemy. He intends to kill you, your brother, everyone you love…
She grabbed his wrists, holding him still and steady. “You have caught me, kidnapped me, and dragged me here. I may be your prisoner, but do not think that I am interested in your advances.”
His body tensed and he pulled back his hands, gripping her firmly about the waist. “I, Holger, the prince over all the Norse lands, have never had a woman decline the privilege of being my lover.”
“Prince or pauper, it matters not to me what rank you hold, for I, too, am highborn and accustomed to many privileges,” she snapped back, unwilling to let him bask in his own conceit. “And being your lover is not a privilege I would prize.”
“Perhaps,” he said, softening his touch. Slowly he ran his finger down the length of her neck, taunting her. “But are you accustomed to this?” He swung her around to face him; his mouth moved to her neck, gently caressing her throat with his lips and tongue.
The warrior with the devil’s horns was surprisingly gentle and tender with his affections. Morgaine could not contain her pleasure.
A small sigh moved up from her throat, over her lips, unexpectedly escaping into the night air.
“This is nothing,” he whispered against her flesh, his hand moving down over her navel. Traveling to the valley between her thighs, he pressed his fingers into her apex and she gasped at his touch.
He pulled his hand back. “After your shrill tongue and insults, the next time you will have to beg for my attentions.”
His tone shocked her back into the present. No man had ever spoken to her in this manner. He had no idea of her power. She was not some peasant he could toy with. Morgaine Le Fey was a princess, the sister of King Arthur. It was her turn to laugh…and it came out of her loud and hard. He must not know of her talents. She was the most powerful sorceress in Camelot and perhaps a dozen other kingdoms.
“Me? Beg? To think you will ever witness such an act from me,” she started to say but then shook her head and continued, “You must be more than foolish.”
“We will see,” he said, sounding more arrogant and insolent than ever.
“Yes, we shall see,” she replied, as he gave his horse a nudge and they continued riding.
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I took a cooking class and learning all about curd...which is something my husband says sounds like food that went bad. I tried to explain to him that "curd" doesn't mean it's curdled. Instead it's simply a different example of custard or pudding...sort of.
Here in the United States we usually make puddings or custards, where milk or cream are the base ingredient but for curd the base ingredient is butter.
Yep, butter. So it is much richer in flavor.
But, when I told my husband it has a richer flavor. He said, "What does that mean?"
But I wasn't talking about money so, I had to think about it.
"Richer" to me is heavier, thicker and probably a whole lot more fattening.
But, what the heck...we were having guests for dinner and I've been intending to try out my new cooking skills with curd for over a few months now. So I pulled out the Meyer Lemons...and, yes, the recipe does call for these very specific lemons. So, of course before I could pull them out, I had to run to the grocery store to get them because, no, I don't keep Meyer Lemons on hand every day...heck I don't even keep them on hand any day, unless I'm pulling out a special recipe to make that calls for them.
Curd is silky smooth and shiny. And is a beautiful, flavorful dessert but should be served as a topping to a scone or banana bread, at least in my opinion. I think it's too rich to be eaten by itself...although, given an opportunity when I'm all alone and it's sitting in the fridge, don't hold me to those words because I might be tempted beyond my own control. Because really packs a powerful flavor punch.
So, if you're still reading and interested, here is how you make curd:
4 "Meyer" Lemons
1 and 1/2 cups granulated sugar
1/4 pound butter
4 large eggs
1/2 cup lemon juice (or 3 to 4 lemons)
Peel the lemons to use the skin as zest (read this bit about zesting - because you can't just use big, thick, pithy peels)
Add sugar and zest and blend in food processor (if you don't have a food processor- you have to grate the lemon zest very finely)
Cream the butter (which means the butter has to be room temperature or softened - but not in a microwave or it will be so hot it will cook the eggs - and that would not be a good thing)
Add the butter to the sugar and lemon juice and zest mixture.
Add the eggs one at a time until well-blended.
Pour the mixture in a sauce pan and cook over low to medium heat until thickened (about ten minutes) STIR CONSTANTLY or you will be sorry.
When the curd is thickened, pour into a bowl and put in the refrigerator to cool.
Then when dessert is served, you simply put a spoon in the curd and let people heap it high on top of their scone, banana bread or whatever it is you're serving.
Okay, so I've signed up for a linky tool and I'm putting together a blog hop that will begin on October 1st. This is to celebrate the coming of Fall, the month of October and Halloween (or for those of you who want to celebrate the Harvest - that too)...but if you want to join in, you need to create a blog post that will be up on October 1st.
You need to start out your post with a scary story and then you can end with a little blurb about your book or whatever it is you want to share with readers - as long as the post is only PG rated.
So sharpen up your pencils, or limber up those fingers of yours and begin typing... because you'll want to have a post ready to go live on October 1st!
And, if you have any questions, post them here and I'll try to get them answered.
Until then, Happy Writing!
Tuesday, April 7th, at the Old Church in downtown Portland at 7 pm, Willamette Writers welcomes Eric Witchey, who will speak about Why a Bad Attitude Is a Good Thing, and why that's important to a writer.
BOOKS I'VE READ IN 2015
Still Alice by Lisa Genova
Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter by Tom Franklin
Where'd You Go, Bernadette, by Maria Semple
JESUS LAND by Julia Scheeres
Books I've Read in 2014
Little Gloria - Happy at Last - by Barbara Goldsmith
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Hurston
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Number the Stars by Lois Lowry
The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls
The Stud Book by Monica Drake - http://www.amazon.com/Stud-Book-Monica-Drake/dp/0307955524
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
Things to Do In Portland or Near by
April 4th Hop Hop Half-Marthon: http://hophophalf.com/
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