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Prior to writing The Blue Diamond – The Razor’s Edge, I wrote historical fiction. Wait, I’m still writing historical fiction, right?
Well, hold that thought for a moment while I drill down a bit.
Fireflies – Historical fiction / Paranormal
Hope From the Ocean – Historical Fiction Paranormal / Family Saga
The Blue Diamond – The Razor’s Edge – Historical Romance / Adventure
Before I continue, I just want to warn you there is some profanity ahead. However, it is in context and not solely for shock value or because I like to curse.
Fireflies and Hope From the Ocean are the first two books in a series I am still writing. I’ve already started book three and have the whole book mapped, outlined and ready to roll on. Although technically not YA fiction, both are perfectly acceptable YA reading and can be read by anyone from the age of fourteen and up. There is little to no profanity. There is implied sex but nothing graphic and the pages swell up to fill your heart with sweet family love. Yes there are good and bad characters and happy and not so happy occurrences but throughout both books, there is a spiritual connection due to the era and location of the stories.
The Blue Diamond – The Razor’s Edge is about pirates. Although they are female, they are still pirates, complete with every bad word and naughty deed that comes to mind when you imagine pirates. I could not write a book about pirates without staying true to their nature and behaviors. I set out to write this story as honestly and historically accurate as I could. I believe I’ve done that.
Is there cursing? Yep. As a matter of fact just today, I decided to count every curse word in the book because it came to my attention from someone who tried to read it, (perhaps thinking they were getting a pirate version of Fireflies) that they didn’t like the cursing in the book and DNF’d. I understand that and I can appreciate that point of view. I believe there was just a misunderstanding as to the content of the story.
Just so that we are clear, The Blue Diamond contains at least this much profanity:
And at least four sex scenes—which I do not believe are explicit and they are important to the story, not just to get you all riled up…although they might. 😉
I just want to stress to those who love the Fireflies books, I promise you will be getting a third installment within the next six months. However, I love Ivory, Maddox, Cass, Miranda and Keara just as much as I do Ennis and Teagan and the rest of the Whelan’s, and I intend to continue their journey as well—bad words, sex, murder and all.
I’m not someone who anyone would describe as a complex person. However, my imagination makes up for it. I can create beautiful, loving stories about families and faith and then turn around and pen tales of gritty, action packed, sexually charged pirates and I don’t see why I shouldn’t. I believe inside of all of us are more characters than we could ever write, which is in and of itself a writers struggle. I ask myself all of the time if I will I live long enough to tell all of the stories I want to tell. I know that answer is no but I also know that I’ll die trying.
So please, if you are a lover of the Fireflies series, I love you too and will continue to write stories of the Whelan family and their continuing lives in America. I will also write other stories that are completely different. I know it seems crazy to write two series’ that are so completely different all at once but I love them equally and can see so much more on the horizon for both.
History is filled with beauty and ugliness, adventure and exploration, and immigrants and pirates. There’s no rule which states our reading tastes need to be defined by what an author chooses to write and nor is there a rule about liking every book series by a particular author. All of my readers are equally as important and I will always strive to fulfill my end of the deal by continuing to give you what you desire. Whether you love a spiritual journey that flows from shore to shore or tidal waves of passion and adventure as you hold on for your life, I have to write what’s in my heart and mind and I haven’t even reached the twentieth century yet.
Dragonbride (The Dragon Chronicles, Book #1)
Shalima, “Daughter of the Light”, was born under special circumstances. She was raised by her aunts instead of her mother because she needed to be prepared to fulfill the prophecies of the Old Scriptures, which told that she was the only Magician on Earth.
Her aunts carefully prepared her for her obligations and her sacred duty. She will have to get married to the Holy Golden Dragon, the King of the Dragons, a huge Earth Dragon with magical talents. She cannot believe that she is the “Chosen One”, who has to protect the Dragon Species, all of Nature and finally the Earth. But when she turned into a teenager it seemed that the Old Scriptures were right.
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Raani York has been a high volume writer for years. She has published articles, letters, short stories, poems, continuation stories and descriptions of all kind. She also writes novels, some of which can found on her website.
Raani has been educated in Switzerland and in the U.S. She holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration. She also obtained diplomas in Graphic Design, Color Studies and won a prize as a Logo Designer. She speaks four languages and several dialects.
Raani York works and lives in Switzerland and the U.S. and travels often.
Next to her writing and her cats, Raani likes reading, blogging, Martial Arts, skiing, horseback riding, sky diving and enjoys playing the classical piano.
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The mountains possessed a dark but seductive beauty, and they lay in wait for the ones who came through the Fire Hell. The powdered white peaks of the sparkling black mountain-world watched for them with longing.
The Diamond Mountains gave the illusion of being much closer than they really were, and many a pilgrim had been lured to his death by the promise of riches hidden on their slopes. These mountains were so named because of the rough gems strewn about the black volcanic soil. When the sun shone overhead the gems made the mountains sparkle and shimmer brightly, and at night they made the moonlit mountains glow with a soft silver light.
People, blinded by both their greed and the tantalizing glittering of the sunlit earth, imagined that there was immeasurable wealth lying there on the ground, just waiting to be picked. However, the mountains never betrayed the secrets they held. None who had ever walked those slopes could find the diamonds hidden within the black soil, for the mountains protected themselves.
Although healthy forest still grew in the foothills, the undergrowth became sparser just a few hundred feet up, and then the treeline ended. Where stunted trees would normally grow the forest just stopped, as if some unseen hand had cut it short. All that remained were dangerously sharp, dry rocks. Just below the snowline, the rocks disappeared, and the glittering black soil took their place.
Moreover, at the summit it seemed as if the Creator of All Things had dusted the peaks of the fissured mountain range with powdered sugar, for they were covered with a deceptively soft-looking, yet extremely sharp-edged eternal snow.
The mountains never betrayed their secrets…
And if a wanderer were to climb those peaks, going up to the Fire Hell and searching to quench his thirst at a splashing mountain spring, he would find no cool, refreshing water. Instead, these living mountains would seek to frighten him by shrouding the ground with a mysterious fog that made it impossible to see where he was putting his feet. Pilgrims sometimes drowned in the sulfurous pools of water hidden within the hellish rocks when the fog appeared, and if they left the main trails, they would know true fear, for they would be led down treacherous sidepaths that seemed to take them somewhere, yet actually led them nowhere but to their doom.
The mountains never betrayed their secrets…
Though many thought they would find the cool relief of the shadows by early evening, the ascent would continue for another three torturous days. During those three days, their throats would scream for water, and their eyes would tear up in the swirling sand. Blown up by the hot desert winds, the sand burned as it fell upon a traveler’s face and skin. Eventually their limbs would become heavy, and they would barely be able to move; thus, the wanderers would be forced to crawl on, farther and farther, until sheer luck eventually brought them to civilization… to people.
In a canyon between two hills below the mountain range there was a village. It had no official name, but the people living there called it Alpcateçu, which meant Oasis of the Mountains. Anyone who wanted to climb the mountains had to pass through the village. A few taverns and inns surrounded the village fountain, where a market was sometimes held.
Some houses and huts had been built in the wide hills and even at the edge of the forest… and in one such place, hidden within the woods, almost four hundred feet past the deepest thicket and connected to the village only by a sidepath lay the place in which I had been born.
Last night during The Writers Lounge Blog Talk Radio show, we had a little discussion about book signings, book festivals and other bookish events.
The question started out as something else and evolved into us chatting about the positives and negatives of doing these. One of the biggest negatives was not being able to afford them.
I’ve only been around this industry for a year and a half, so I really don’t have a lot of experience in this area. I’ve had a book signing at my house which was a huge hit. You can read about it here.
Last year, I participated in the Baltimore Book Festival and met so many readers and a few very cool authors. It was a long day and I pretty much broke even but all in all, the experience was wonderful.
I think what I’m getting at here is I’d like to know what your experience has been at trade shows and book signing events and such. I always see a lot of my author friends; especially the paranormal and romance fiction genre, packing their bags and heading off all over the place to book shows and events.
I don’t know of or think there are any for my genre (historical / paranormal fiction) and although I have written paranormal fiction, it has not been in the paranormal romance genre.
Yes, I won a super fantastic and amazing award for writing paranormal fiction but I just don’t feel like I currently fit in anywhere but mixed local festivals and personal book signings. Not that I’m complaining because those are pretty sweet too.
Ladies and gentlemen we’ve now reached the question portion of this blog:
- Have you done any bookish events and if so, what was your experience like?
- Would you do one, if you haven’t already?
- What are your biggest concerns about taking part in one?
Thanks in advance for participating.
Today if it rained
I’d not be blue
I’d lose myself in a story
or write one, or two
I’d find things unimagined
and get lost in the sounds
Take an uncharted voyage, a journey
A ship or a train
A carriage or car
Just riding the raindrops
I’d reach what’s afar
Will the rain wash away all my worries and woe,
Or simply distract me, of this, I don’t know.
What I do know is rain, hard or soft,
is a blessing.
It opens my spirit, to forget
If I write or I read
the outcome is the same
I’m immersed in a voyage
All thanks to the rain