Sunday, November 27, 2016

One In A Million (Book 1 of “The Millionth Trilogy”)

Author Tony Faggioli

The detective from LAPD’s Central Station was stunned. “Excuse me, Mr. Faggioli. You went where? Did you just say ‘Boyle Heights’? At what time of day? Ah. Lunch time? Okay. But, for the record? You still got lucky. Don’t do that again. Because I don’t want to be the guy that finds you.” It was funny. But, then again, it wasn’t.

I’d gone to Boyle Heights a few days earlier and actually come to this realization on my own. I was walking along the sidewalk next to Evergreen Park when it hit me that maybe this wasn’t the smartest thing in the world for a white boy to be doing. I only had two things going my way (besides daylight, evidently): my LAPD haircut and a very healthy respect for everyone there. You see, when I was little, I’d grown up in a neighborhood very much like this one. I knew the culture, knew a lot of the language and had a healthy respect for the fact that I was in gang territory.  I wasn’t there for kicks, though. I was there for that park, and for the key role that it plays in a scene from the final book of The Millionth Trilogy.

Three years. Three books. Three hundred thousand words. That’s what it took to tell the story of a man from a well-to-do neighborhood in Los Angeles, who throws his life to the wind in the name of lust, and an old detective from Boyle Heights, who’s given up on life in the name of love. Both men, in due time, will see the error of their ways. Both men will need women to help them do so.

Along the way, they are brought into an epic battle between good and evil, demons and angels, hell and hell on earth that will change them forever. I wanted to pull the veil between this world and the next aside for a moment and scare my readers with what was there. In the process? I scared myself too. When I was finally done I had a story that Kirkus Reviews now calls“Absorbing and frequently terrifying…” and a villain they call “a psychopathic torturer and serial killer in the tradition of Hannibal Lecter.” I hope you enjoy reading it. 

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Sunday, November 20, 2016

How a Berkeley Plantation Inspired Historical Romance Author Cheryl R. Lane

Author Cheryl R. Lance signing at the festival

I recently participated in the Virginia Thanksgiving Festival, held annually at Berkeley Plantation on the James River in Charles City, Virginia.  Berkeley Plantation was the inspiration for my fictional plantation, Wellington Cross, in my historical romance Wellington Cross series, so I was thrilled to be able to participate in this.  In the first book of the series, Wellington Cross, I wrote about the family attending this festival, which was called First Thanksgiving, so if anyone reads this book, they can attend this festival and feel like they’re living inside my book for a little while.  
Wellington Cross by Cheryl R. Lane
The festival commemorates and re-enacts the first English-speaking thanksgiving in the New World.  I sold and signed my books while enjoying the sights and sounds of the festival, including choral music, Chickahominy Indian dancers, watching children play in the corn maze, and eating Thanksgiving dinner in a cup. 

There are tours of the 1726 manor house during the festival, as well.  This wasn’t my first time attending the festival, but it was my first time as a vendor.  

My station was between two other women entrepreneurs, one who sold jewelry and dream-catchers, and another one who sold scarves and painted henna tattoos on people’s hands.  It was a beautiful day and I hope to participate in the festival again in the future.

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Wellington Grove by Cheryl R. Lane

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Unaccountably Hopeful by Hannah Holborn

Author Hannah Holborn
Some years ago I wrote a book’s worth of short stories during downtime on the night shift in a psychiatric group home. One of my clients—let’s call him Fred—was a non-verbal insomniac with a violent history. He spent those months pacing behind my chair. It was just the two of us awake in a dark building while the other inmates slept off their tough days of mental anguish. Fred found the light from my laptop as soothing as I found his pacing.
The Solitary Bee by Hannah Holborn
To my great joy and amazement, those stories were published as a book. One reviewer called my characters “unaccountably hopeful”. It’s a phrase I like and one that applies to the characters in the novels I’ve written since. If I learnt anything from my years serving the disadvantaged it is this—no matter how horrific our life circumstances, each of us carries the inextinguishable glow of hope. I believe empathy is simply the recognition of that light in each other.
If the suspense in my books keep you up at night eagerly turning pages, I am thrilled. If the gallows humor makes you laugh out loud, great. If my characters inspire empathy, I am humbled. It is either praise or criticism when my books are described as dark, but then, the darker the surroundings, the brighter the light appears.
All That Remains by Hannah Holborn
Strange Lineup by Hannah Holborn