Final Day for Blog Hop

Welcome to the fourth and final day of the Getting to Know You Blog Hop. I was chosen for this event by Vicki M. Taylor, http://vickimtaylor.blogspot.com, an author and blogger.  She created this hop and made it happen for me along with other talented authors/bloggers.

There are an eclectic choice of bloggers for this hop and it will run from January 29, 2013 to February 1, 2013, so each day, I’ll be posting something more about myself as well as hopping to my fellow authors’ blogs.  I’d like to give a final “thanks” to Vicki for inviting me to join in this exciting experience!  And I want to thank all of you for stopping by and reading more about me!

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor? 

I really don’t have a writing mentor.  I’ve always been very independent.  However, I’m extremely moved by screenplays and scripts.  There’s no particular writer that comes to mind though.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

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My novel came out on 1/7/13.  The Fine Line is set in Southwestern Ohio and is paranormal romance without the vampires and werewolves.  Dr. Matthew Gregory and Robin Hillard meet, fall passionately in love, marry, and settle into their newly restored historical dream home originally constructed in the 1800’s.  However, their dreams of a happy life together are challenged by misfortune surrounding the purchase of the home.  Soon, they realize that they have stepped into another world, filled with spirits, paranormal phenomenon, and unexplainable realities.  The stark realizations as well as other traumas challenge their personal beliefs, the stability of their marriage and, most of all, their sanity.  Matt’s logical, scientific certainties are defied when his daughter, Olivia, realizes she is a psychic medium and is able to communicate with the dead.  Robin recognizes that her dreams are actually visions of the past directly associate with the previous owners of the home.

The Gregory family soon learns that there is a fine line between the world they live in and the world they can’t see.  They seek direction through organized religion as well as through unconventional methods in an effort to understand the strange world of the paranormal.  Ultimately, the family grows stronger and the relationship between Robin and Matt becomes unbreakable.  They finally realize that they can face anything as long as they are together and have faith.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Don’t give up!  Listen to your heart.  If you have a passion to get your work published, do it!  I have a quote I’m using for everything from my business cards to my website:  Dream big because really, what’s stopping you?  I live by that.  I have always loved entertaining people, whether it’s been by singing publically, presenting skits, being involved in puppet shows; you name it!  Still, writing is where I’ve found my passion.  Don’t forget, however, that writing is the fun part.  It’s only half the battle.  The hard part starts in the marketing.  Promoting your work is what is really going to count and it’s the most difficult part.  Prepare to have some thick skin, too.  A blog hop like this is certainly a great promotional tool, too!

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EXCERPT FROM THE FINE LINE.  You can pick up your copy today through http://booklocker.com!

(http://traceeford.com, http://www.facebook.com/tracee.ford.thefineline.2013, http://www.facebook.com/AuthorTraceeFord, http://www.facebook.tracee.ford.75)

Matt drove into the garage and then neared the house. He saw the light above the sink still on. The rest of the house was dark. He pushed the key into the door as the clock chimed 10:30. On the counter sat a plate of food. He sighed with guilt.

Cookie bounded down the stairs and offered a happy greeting. After heating the food, Matt sat in the living room watching television. As he enjoyed Robin’s meatloaf and fried potatoes, he heard her call for him.

“Just a minute baby,” he said as he walked to the kitchen and put the plate on the counter. He ran up the stairs and walked into the master bedroom. To his surprise the bedroom was dark with only the light from the accent candles shining in. His beautiful wife lay in bed sound asleep. Then he saw it. Standing beside the bed was a tall, dark figure, enormous in size. Instinct took over and he shouted to the top of his voice, “Get away from her!”

Quickly, Robin woke up and turned the light on. “Why are you shouting?” she asked squinting.

The disbelief paralyzed him, but he forced himself to walk to the bed. He sat down shaking his head.

“Matt,” she said as she leaned over to him. She turned his face so she could see into his eyes, “Matt talk to me. What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t make the words come out. “I saw… I… thought you called for me, so I came up. You were asleep when I… when I got here. But, there was this… this thing standing right over you.”

“What kind of thing?”

“I don’t know… I don’t know,” he said as the frustration welled within him. “It reminded me of something from a horror film. Scared the hell out of me but at the same time I thought it was going to hurt you so I yelled at it. When you woke up and turned the light on it was gone.”

He got up and began to pace. “This isn’t over, is it,” he said quietly. “This isn’t over! The blessing didn’t work Robin! Got any more suggestions?” he shouted angrily.

“I… I don’t…”

“You don’t what?” he yelled. “Robin, I can’t wrap my head around this! I’m a very logical man. And this… this has no logic! I can’t believe this is happening. These things don’t happen! You see this kind of crap in scary movies. This stuff doesn’t happen in real life!”

“Matt, this isn’t my fault,” she said defensively.

“I didn’t say it was your fault damn it! I love this house,” he persisted as he continued pacing. Every few seconds he glanced at her. “I love you. This house was an investment in us and it’s turning into a ritualistic nightmare!”

“I’m so sorry,” she said softly as she shook her head.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not even my fault!” His voice became even louder and more aggressive as he continued, raising his fist to the ceiling “Get out of my house! This is our house and you don’t belong here!”

Rushing to him to calm him, Robin threw her arms around him. “Shhh,” she whispered as she wrapped him in her embrace.

The tears filled his eyes. “This is our house…” he concluded as he welcomed her touch.

Again, a sincere thanks to all of you for reading a bit about me and I’d like to introduce you to other authors along this hop. Their links are below:

http://vickimtaylor.blogspot.com

http://tenthchild.com/wordpress/

http://sfemespiral.com/ego/

http://candacegauger.wordpress.com/

http://pacificrimpressblog.wordpress.com/

http://www.notanotherbookreview.blogspot.com/

http://ninjananny.wordpress.com/

http://www.charleneraddon.blogspot.com/

http://simplifyandsave.weebly.com/blog-save–simplify.html

http://candysmonsters.com/

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