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#PIMPMYBIO 2017 EDITION   Leave a comment

 

Greetings All,

Yes, I’m entering Pitchwars again this year. Last year I tried, okay I admit it I tried to get in for several years (what year did it start again?) If you aren’t sure what Pitchwars is, go here: http://www.brenda-drake.com/2017/06/pitch-wars-2017-details/

It’s basically a writing contest for unagented writers with completed manuscripts who are looking for a literay agent. If you get in you get to work with a mentor who will help shape your manuscript for the agent round. Once agents see your pitch they may request and that request may turn into an offer! That’s the dream of course.

ENCHANTED DREAMS DO COME TRUE

 

I’m entering a different story this year. It’s still young adult (I mean what else could it be?) but this one is an historical fantasy! Maybe it’s a gothic fantasy. Anyway, it’s about a Victorian music student who falls in love with his strange, enchanting  reclusive pupil. But there’s something odd about the house and about her controlling father. There’s a garden that blooms before his eyes yet when he tries to find it again, it’s only weeds. Strange faces appear in the wall, voices whisper when there is no one there and the magnificent Grand Piano plays by itself. Victorian man playing piano

 

PIANO WITH BLOOD ON KEYS

 

Spiritualist sisters

The boy meets a Spiritualist who warns him there is a dark entity around him but he doesn’t heed her warning until deaths of his fellow students happen. And it’s somehow tied to the piano girl.

But how?

And what’s even stranger, the piano girl gives him a marzipan rose to eat and it’s the sweetest confection he’s ever tasted. He craves more of it and can’t wait until he eats it again. He won’t have to wait long, there’s a box of it waiting for him at his dormitory, each piece a tableau of a scene from his life including a recent stolen kiss with one of the spiritualist girls. The tableau includes a marzipan girl who has a knife embedded in her chest. Someone spied on him and the spiritualist girl. Someone who wishes her dead.

Marzipan rose

 

As the boy practices for his end-of-year performance piece he becomes more and more convinced he has to get the piano girl away from her father and the strange house.  His plan is to whisk her away after one of their lessons but when his plan falls through he’s left making the hardest choice he’s ever had to make.

 

And that’s a brief snippet of what my book is about!

Fairy dust

Best,

Kathleen

 

 

Posted July 7, 2017 by kathleea in Uncategorized

MY SOUL TO GIVE-BOOK   Leave a comment

A writer friend of mine has a new book out!

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BLURB:

When Celina Leviet escapes the brutal home invasion that kills her husband, she’s left with a bullet in her gut and vengeance in her heart. An alluring demon, Mekaisto, offers an irresistible deal—in exchange for her soul, he’ll let her live long enough to get her revenge, but she must hunt and kill the murderers herself.

After sealing the contract, Celina digs into her husband’s past for clues about his murder, and what she uncovers makes her question everything she thought she knew about him.

His company never existed.
His family history was a lie.

And he was involved with The Lumen, a shadowy religious order whose members know too much about demons. As the life she thought she knew crumbles around her, Mekaisto’s charms become harder to resist. Forced to face a horrible truth, Celina struggles against her late husband’s betrayal and the dark seduction of the devil she knows.

 

 

Short Excerpt

Her breath came faster, and he could smell what she wanted before she even knew what it was. “Please, Kai—I’m yours. I want more. I want everything you can give me.”

The wave of lust heating his body could have burned a city to the ground. “Well, now,” he whispered in her ear as he stood, lifting her up with him, “I need to oblige such begging with a reward.”

 

 

BUY LINKS:

Evernight Publishing: http://bit.ly/2t3IZZA

 

 

 

BIO

I’m passionate about writing, reading, photo manipulation artwork, animals, anime/manga, video games, the fandom world of TV shows and movies, and stuff like that. I’m a proud Ravenclaw: I’ve always been sorted into this house, but the recent Pottermore sorting placed me in Gryffindor―I don’t care since the Sorting Hat couldn’t consider my choice, so I identify with Ravenclaw, and that’s where I’ll remain!

 

I have two main hobbies: writing and creating book covers. I’m also a gamer (Diablo, Zelda, Final Fantasy), enjoy listening to music (and always singing along to Disney), have a passion for Japanese culture, and adore reading. I love anime/manga, Japanese Dramas and consider myself a proud fan of many different TV shows including Buffy, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Merlin, Game of Thrones, Outlander, etc.

 

I wrote my first story when I was 12 years old (and we’ll never talk about that story), but started writing three years later. Since then, I always write, and this particular novel is my 19th story. It’s always been a dream to be a published author, and I can happily say I’ve reached that goal―I plan on continuing writing and publishing for the rest of my days.

 

Connect with Magali

Website: http://bit.ly/1G4NELt
Facebook Page: http://bit.ly/2su1ZTS
Twitter: http://bit.ly/2oRUGit
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2sci0uL

 

Excerpt

(This story has two points of view )

“I am a demon, Celina, and above all else, demons love the hunt.” He smirked when her eyes widened.

“So, you see having sex with someone as a hunt?”

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “By your expression, I would say you still do not quite understand.”

“It’s your twisted logic.”

Interesting…

“I take my time, stalk my prey first, count the number of breaths she takes, imagine her screams…”

She arched an eyebrow. “That’s not at all creepy.”

Kai ignored her. “I am a creature of infinite time; the world creeps by, yet an intimate moment is so fleeting, it feels as though it is gone in less than a second.” He stopped, expecting an interruption again, but she stayed silent. “The pleasure is heightened by the danger, and in the throes of passion, I could lose my control and revert to the form least likely to be found pleasurable by my … partner?” He lost himself in the images in his mind, pinning down Celina’s body, taking her in a way she would never be able to recreate with a mere mortal man. “Hunting is simple. There is always one in the crowd that stands out—rarely is it the one searching for the one-night stand—no…” Kai locked his eyes with hers and goose bumps rose on her arms and legs. “No, the one unsure of what society wants her to be, the one who is desperate to be loved and appreciated. She is the one I seek.”

“So, social outcasts are your type?”

His eyes pierced her until he could see through her mind again, to all those curious little fantasies.

He smiled. “It’s about finesse, Celina. I listen to her, and as she speaks more confidently, I brush a hand over her skin”—his hand skimmed Celina’s neck as he brushed her back—“just enough so she shivers with anticipation of what my lips would feel like in the same spot.” He delved into Celina’s mind as his words worked against her disdain for him. “Then I caress her in a way she won’t notice, but her subconscious will let her lean into, let her mind take over and her body will beg for more.”

“She’d notice if…” She followed his gaze to his hand on her knee.

“Are you certain?” He’d worked his own body into a sensual frenzy as he’d drawn her into his web.

She stared at him, her cheeks flushing. “I—”

“Eventually, I suggest a night filled with pleasure.” He couldn’t contain his smile as he moved closer. “I keep touching her in small ways—maintaining physical contact at all times.” His hand inched up her side, until he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She sucked in a breath and he cupped her cheek.

He sat close to her and her scent calmed and excited him at the same time.

“Kai?” Her voice wavered.

“Sex is fleeting.” He took her chin and drew her close. “But intimacy is endless, a continuous moment of gentle touches”—his hand dropped back to her knee, and then made its way up her thigh until she let out a small gasp—“personal boundaries broken, and pleasures that go beyond sex.”

She sat as if frozen. “It’s still a one-night stand.”

“Mine last longer—and you reveal not only your body.” His hand moved to the middle of her chest. “When you are intimate with a demon, you reveal your soul. You make yourself vulnerable and open.”

“Considering you’ll have my soul sometime soon, I’m not giving you a free sample.” She drew away from him and stood. “I won’t be your prey tonight.”

Another surge of heat rushed through him, but he pushed it down with a long, deep breath. “You would set me loose on another human?”

She glared at him. “I wasn’t aware I had a choice about what you do outside of our deal. This would be on you, not me.”

“You think you control what I do within our deal?”

She rubbed her arms when he stood. “Not when you say it like that.”

“Celina…” He stopped in front of her and leaned into her personal space, drawing a lungful of a scent he would only ever associate with her.

He wrapped his arms around her, swallowing the shiver that shook her body. “What are you—?”

“Let’s play, Celina. I can assure you, you will not regret a night in my arms.”

I want you… Against all my instincts, I need you close.

Celina pushed him as hard as she could, and he withdrew as disappointment withered his gaze.

“Let me go, Mekaisto.”

You are trembling again, my dove… Is it because you are scared you will give in? How far can I push you until you bend?

“What if I say no?”

She glared at him, but Kai’s smile widened. He could feel, even smell, the pulsing between her legs begging him to take her.

“Isn’t it enough you’re getting my life and my soul? Now you need my body, too?” She pushed against him again, but he only held tighter, unable to let her go. “Why are you doing this? I just lost my husband, found out things that break my heart. I can’t sit and flirt with you.”

“I am offering you the chance to forget.”

“No!” Her hands clenched to fists as she shoved even harder against his chest. “No! You want to take everything I have left.”

He grabbed her wrists, pushed her back on the sofa, and pinned her down, his body hovering over her. “What is your life without your body?” He tilted his head and flicked his tongue across his lips. “You never asked what selling your life and soul meant specifically. Allow me to enlighten you now.” He moved until his face loomed only an inch or so from her face and her breath caught. He let go of her wrists, but his gaze pinned her to the spot.

“What?” Her voice ached just above a whisper.

“I own every inch of you … body and soul.”

Her face flushed and her lips trembled. “I never agreed to that!”

“You agreed to living. The details did not matter to you.”

“I was dying! You told me I didn’t have much time left, so it—”

His smile widened. “Even if you had all the time in the world, it would not have made a difference. Humans never read the fine print.”

 

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Best,

Kathleen

Posted June 29, 2017 by kathleea in Uncategorized

Pantser or Plotter?   Leave a comment

Greetings All,

I’m pantsing my way through an historical fantasy that has reached the 30K mark. You might think this is impressive and for a pantser, it might be. I have to make it past the 30K mark before I can finish a book. If I don’t…it’s shelved for whatever reason. I read a blog post on why books don’t get finished that said it’s because the story becomes too familiar to you and you brain wants something new and shiny (see plot bunnies although mine are more like plot kittens).

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This is my process:

get an idea for a story, it could be a character, a plot or a random snatch of conversation that inspires meLightbulb idea

 

 

jot down notes about the idea

IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT

I put bullet points down on a sticky note or index card but not too many. I might know the beginning or the ending but never the middle.

moving road

let it mold itself into something

 

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My last step is to open my laptop to a blank page and write.

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I try and write the first draft without stopping until I have the story down. This is called gagging your inner editor.

Pooh wants to go back to page 1

I keep going until I have my draft. It usually clocks in at 50K to 60K.

It’s important to let it rest for as long as you can. Not ten minutes even though it’s tempting.  A week is good, two weeks is better and if you can go for a month or longer, it’s good.

CAT CHILLING IN COFFEE SHOP

After it rests, I usually start with a read through and make notes. I put the story on my Kindle app so I can’t edit. I make notes as I go. Once the read through is done, I start the revision process. Some writers start with one chapter or one character or the plot. Whatever you want to work on first is fine just don’t try and tackle it all at once.

At this point is when I utilize my first group of beta readers, readers who don’t know your story and can give constructive feedback on what’s not working, what’s confusing and so on. These are “big picture” edits. Save the line edits for last. You can use as many beta readers as you want. I tend to use a couple at the beginning, make changes, send to one or two more, and that’s it. One of my CP’s (critique partner) will also get a copy to weigh in on too.

I usually do a round of three or four edits focusing on different aspects like setting, description, emotions, plot, characterization.

My last edits are line editing for better word choices, misspellings or grammar/punctuation mistakes and finally, another read through.  This time I let my computer read it to me and I listen for awkward phrases or anything confusing.

Morticia Addams Reading

I don’t write every day either. I’m more of a binge writer. I write in spurts.

silent movie writing

And there you have it. My writing process. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I spent an hour writing this post and not writing my WIP (work in progress). There’s always tomorrow though. Right?

 

What is your writing process like?

Best,

Kathleen

Posted June 14, 2017 by kathleea in Uncategorized

FRIDAY MUSINGS   Leave a comment

Greetings All,

I haven’t blogged in a while. I’ve been working a day job and moved and it’s been a challenge trying to keep up with all that entails. I haven’t been writing much, had a couple of ideas but no energy to write. I’m in a better place now and hope to get back into writing a new WIP soon!

ICHUCK SAYS HIS LATEST BOOK IS WEIRD

If you need to run your work that features a main character with a mental disorder past someone who is a psychiatric nurse, let me know! You can always go on my website too and sign up for my editing services.

IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT

Best,

Kathleen

 

 

Posted February 11, 2017 by kathleea in Uncategorized

RISE UP   Leave a comment

Hi All,

I haven’t blogged in a while. A new job, a move 300 miles away and all the trauma of the election has wiped me out.

Yes, the title is the same as the words in Hamilton written by Lin-Manuel Miranda. I am calling for those of you reading this to take a stance. Take a stance and rise up against bullies, discrimination, hate mongering, harassment.

I will not be silent.

I will not tolerate hate.

I will not tolerate discrimination.

I will speak up LOUDLY.

I will speak out.

I will protest against those who fuel hatred.

I will not let the government dictate my rights.

I will not be silent.

Please join me in doing all we can to turn this climate of hate mongering around.

Rise up!

Kathleen

 

 

 

Posted November 13, 2016 by kathleea in Uncategorized

Go Fund Me   Leave a comment

I wanted to talk s about why I started the Go Fund Me campaign. I mention on the page it’s for expenses related to a job offer in San Francisco but it’s more than that.

My family and I moved to Los Angeles three years ago from Ann Arbor, Michigan so my kids could go to college out here. We fully expected to stay until they were done then move on. We found a great apartment online and moved in. Little did we know this apartment would suck us dry, money-wise and it’s been a struggle every month to make rent plus the other bills.

Our two beloved cats that made the move across country with us, Zeus (age 14) and Bast (age 12) died while we were here. Zeus from colon cancer and Bast from mammary gland cancer.

I miss them both.

We got a new kitten, named Toffee who is entertaining and loving.Toffee at five months

My step-dad also died this past March and I’ve known him since I was fifteen. He had a brief illness and was a die-hard University of Michigan football fan. I miss him so much.

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As graduation loomed, one of the graduates got an internship 300 miles away and the other one closer to Los Angeles. We struggled through the summer getting behind on bills, and rent and since I wasn’t working, it’s been rough. The kitten developed a recurrent urinary tract infection we’ve been battling all summer. She’s on the road to recovery now, we hope. But again, vet expenses left us with very little to use on our other expenses.

I debated about setting up the Go Fund Me for weeks. The feeling of not having enough money for the basics like groceries feels like I failed my family. I’ve been trying to make it as a writer and there is always hope on my part I will snag that agent and get that book deal but it’s feeling more and more like a pipe dream. I’m like the rock in the picture below being beaten by waves that keep coming no matter what I do!

IRISH COAST

A job offer in San Francisco comes with its own set of expenses, finding a place to live in SF, getting the right credentials in order to actually do the job and going there. It’s a Catch 22 situation, I need money to take the job and I need the job to get money. At this point I don’t know if it’s going to work out or not.

HAMSTER RUNNING ON WHEEL

I truly believe in having hope, even in my darkest hour and I still hold on to the fact that I will end up where I need to be. But for now, it feels like I’m in a dark tunnel and although I can see daylight in front of me, it’s so far away I don’t know if I’ll ever reach it.

DEAN ASKS ABOUT LIGHT AT END OF TUNNEL

But I keep on going and maybe, just maybe I’ll be able to stand in the light and declare victory.

BREAKFAST CLUB FIST IN AIR

 

If you would like to contribute to my Go Fund Me campaign, go here: gofund.me/22rtnf2s

No pressure, if you’d prefer to hire me to do an edit of your manuscript, I can do that too. Look under EDITING SERVICES tab on my website. Again, thanks to everyone who’s been so kind and generous with the outpouring of support I’ve gotten.

I know it’s always darkest before the dawn (one of my mom’s favorite cliches) and that every cloud has a silver lining (mom’s second favorite) and I just have to hang in there a while longer.

DARKEST BEFORE DAWN

EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING

I keep hanging on.

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And I always have hope.

HOPE

Best,

Kathleen

Posted August 27, 2016 by kathleea in Uncategorized

COVER REVEAL!   Leave a comment

FAITHFUL COVER REVEAL 

Today Michelle Hauck and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover for FAITHFUL, book two in the Birth of Saints series which releases November 15, 2016! Check out the gorgeous cover and enter to win a SIGNED copy of book 1 GRUDGING!

 

On to the reveal!

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Title: FAITHFUL (Birth of Saints #2)

Author: Michelle Hauck

Pub. Date: November 15, 2016

Publisher: Harper Voyager Impulse

Formats: eBook

ISBN: 9780062447173

Find it: Amazon | B&N | iBooks | Goodreads

 

Following Grudging–and with a mix of Terry Goodkind and Bernard Cornwall–religion, witchcraft, and chivalry war in Faithful, the exciting next chapter in Michelle Hauck’s Birth of Saints series!

 

A world of Fear and death…and those trying to save it.

 

Colina Hermosa has burned to the ground. The Northern invaders continue their assault on the ciudades-estados. Terror has taken hold, and those that should be allies betray each other in hopes of their own survival. As the realities of this devastating and unprovoked war settles in, what can they do to fight back?

 

On a mission of hope, an unlikely group sets out to find a teacher for Claire, and a new weapon to use against the Northerners and their swelling army.

 

What they find instead is an old woman.

 

But she’s not a random crone—she’s Claire’s grandmother. She’s also a Woman of the Song, and her music is both strong and horrible. And while Claire has already seen the power of her own Song, she is scared of her inability to control it, having seen how her magic has brought evil to the world, killing without reason or remorse. To preserve a life of honor and light, Ramiro and Claire will need to convince the old woman to teach them a way so that the power of the Song can be used for good. Otherwise, they’ll just be destroyers themselves, no better than the Northerners and their false god, Dal. With the annihilation their enemy has planned, though, they may not have a choice.

 

A tale of fear and tragedy, hope and redemption, Faithful is the harrowing second entry in the Birth of Saints trilogy.

 

Exclusive Excerpt!

 

Not for the first time, Claire reconsidered her decision to stay when Ramiro had asked her. She’d lingered out of curiosity—and truthfully because it felt good to be needed—but they didn’t need her now with the Northern army defeated. She could return to the swamp and away from so many people. Despite her hopes of friends and community, she felt awkward here. Reason said she’d get used to their ways, but being around so many folk made her want to hide. Everything pressed down. The walls of the tent shrunk, pinning her in, and smothering her. It became hard to breathe.

She reached for a fresh strip of cloth, only to have her hand shake. She snatched the material and began to roll it, trying to shut out everything else, including her own doubts.

Before she could find a semblance of peace, though, someone shouted. Ladies screamed. Claire looked over her shoulder at the noise. A brown-bearded man in a poncho and a floppy hat ran in her direction. “My family is dead, because of the evacuations. Because of you.”

Claire gasped. He seemed to be talking to Beatriz, then his gaze found Claire.

“Witch!” His outstretched hand suddenly held a long butcher knife. “Witch! Stay away from us! Murderer! Abomination! Die!”

Fronilde dropped to the ground, but Claire couldn’t move. Surprise robbed her brain of a Song to stop him. Even the words of the Hornet Tune, which she knew as well as her name, deserted her. The man closed as everyone scrambled out of his way. Then Beatriz sprang from her chair to stand over Claire, holding up her hand. The tall, black-lace mantilla atop her head waved like a flag. “Stop.”

Something about the authority in the First Wife’s voice—or maybe her simple resistance instead of cringing or scrambling away—brought the man up short, making him pause for a moment. Just the moment the bodyguard needed to crush the lunatic to the floor and overpower him, wrestling free the knife. More guards came running from outside.

Breath rushed back in Claire’s lungs. Beatriz sniffed and touched a spot on her chest over her heart and then her forehead and stomach areas. “Imbecile. He didn’t know who he was dealing with.”

 

 

 

 

About Michelle: 

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Michelle Hauck lives in the bustling metropolis of northern Indiana with her hubby and two teenagers. Two papillons help balance out the teenage drama. Besides working with special needs children by day, she writes all sorts of fantasy, giving her imagination free range. A book worm, she passes up the darker vices in favor of chocolate and looks for any excuse to reward herself. Bio finished? Time for a sweet snack.

She is a co-host of the yearly contests Query Kombat and Nightmare on Query Street, and Sun versus Snow.

Her epic fantasy, Kindar’s Cure, is published by Divertir Publishing. Her short story, Frost and Fog, is published by The Elephant’s Bookshelf Press in their anthology, Summer’s Double Edge. She’s repped by Sarah Negovetich of Corvisiero Literary.

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Giveaway Details:

2 winners will receive a signed of GRUDGING, US Only.

 

 

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Posted August 25, 2016 by kathleea in Uncategorized

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