Author Spotlight: Christine Feehan

Today it would appear is a busy day for me when it comes to the online world. I guess it's because i don't have the time anymore to just sit by in front of the computer and just type away on the internet.

While i do make a point in writing something everyday, i don't always get a chance to read, or really recognize the other authors out there who continuously inspire me to keep trudging along in anything that i do. So every now and again i want to start doing an Author's Spotlight. Article's or my words of praise for the works these people do every day.

My opinions on the stories, the characters and really the Author's talent and drive to write continuously unique and thrilling pieces of work that i enjoy reading again and again.

So with out further adieu, I would like to give the honor of my first Author Spot light to.

Christine Feehan

"I've been a writer all of my life -- it is who I am. I write for myself and always have. The ability to create pictures and emotions with words is such a miracle to me. I read everything; I mean everything! All kinds of books, even encyclopedias. I am fascinated by the written word and I love storytellers. It is a great privilege to be counted one myself."~Christine Feehan (www.christinefeehan.com)

This wonderful woman is an inspiration to all who wonder just how far the boundaries should go when dealing with romance fiction. Her Happily For Now endings always leave you with a sense of fulfillment and wanting so much more. 

Her eloquent way with words, descriptions and places is just wonderful. She puts all her effort in to crafting believable characters, wonderful exotic places and the simplest of pleasures all of them are crafted in such a way that her novels are no longer words on a page, they are living images in your mind. 

Her intimate scenes leave the reader (at least this reader) fanning themselves and wondering just how much more the heat can be turned up- and she delivers. Do not be confused, her novels are nothing like an erotica, while her novels are deliciously erotic; they are filled with substance. 

I have had the (not) so guilty pleasure of reading her  books in both hard copy print, and Ebook format. I will say now that nothing will ever replace the feeling of turning the pages of a book. It is just as enthralling to read in any format. 

A brief list of her works include: 

Dark Series

" Welcome to the home of my Carpathians. The extraordinary nature of these men and women make it a pleasure for this writer to revisit their land again and again in my novels. The Carpathians fire my imagination!

Their stories allow me to explore everything from shapeshifting, to wild, exotic and dangerous animals, to the nature of true love (and passion). I hope you enjoy the Carpathians and their Dark Series!" ~Christine Feehan 

At 22 books long, this series stands strong with powerful men and stubbornly resistant wemon who are believable funny and enchanting. the old world men meet new aged women. Do you want to know the twist? 

Well, remember good old dracula, you know Bela Lugosi dracula? 

(Yes in that day the man was gorgeous <- via public opinion) 

Welcome old wold men, lets meet your life mates and see how this works out. 

Its a fun entertaining series that never lets you down and only leaves you begging for more more MORE! Oh, did i mention there's also Vampires: No not Mr-I-look-like-i-was-rolled-in-a-vat-of-sugar Vampire. 

Nosferatu The Real Deal People 

Yes these guys make they're own not so shiney apperaince in the stories as we progress through the tale of the last remaining Carpathians and they're struggle for salvation in the arms of their sexy, confident and oh-so-modern life mates. 

A must read for anyone interested in the paranormal realm of lust filled romance! One of my personal top five favorite novel series of all time.

*Start off the series by picking up Dark Prince, you can also find the series order on her website; http://www.christinefeehan.com/dark_series/faqs.php

Leopard Series: 

"Welcome to the home of my Leopard Series stories. I'm happy to announce that Burning Wild is now in stores! I hope you enjoy it.

I'm glad to finally get back to this series with a new story that keeps tugging at me like crazy. I love the rainforest and am working my way back to my Leopard people!"-Christine Feehan (From her official website http://www.christinefeehan.com/leopard_series/index.php

Significantly shorter then the Dark series, standing at five books long.

• BOOK #1: THE AWAKENING (story in Fantasy & Fever) 
  
• BOOK #2: WILD RAIN (story also in Fever)
• BOOK #3: BURNING WILD
• BOOK #4: WILD FIRE
• BOOK #5: SAVAGE NATURE

It's a slinky new twist on the feline perspective with these fantastic shifting people from the heart of the mysterious and exotic rain forests. Once again (Feehan) knocks us readers for an imaginative spiral through the wilderness sucking us straight in to the heart of the lush rain forest, looking in to the majestic eyes of the deadly leopard who holds the intelligence of a man. 

Neither man, nor beast- yet equally both. These predators find themselves swimming though a ride of adventure intrigue and self discovery. 

There is so much this reader (and fellow author) would love to type out in high praise for these works of absolute art. There are no words to match the astounding awe that i am enshrouded in ever time i crack the cover her novels. 

If your a fan of the paranormal; romance or just like to read- I highly suggest you pick yourselves up a copy of her works I know you will not be disappointed! Though Be warned, her books have a high chance of becoming near instantly addictive! 

Thank you Christine Feehan for your creative words that continue to inspire my imagination and my authors drive to push through my own first novel!

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Photos of 

Christine Feehan :by Cassandra Young

Nosferatu-Dracula : 20th Century Fox (1979); 518 Media (US 2005)

Bela Lugosi Copywrited to:  Universal Pictures

Aversion to Social Networking....and a little something extra

I know it has been a few days since I have written a bog entry. I do apologize for that, but between the holiday rush and getting the frantic hustle and bustle of life in order I have not had the hours in the day to write up a bog entry and keep up with my own deadlines.

In light of this, I think it's high time I put a little more of a personal touch to this blog entry for any of you who happen to be reading and caring what I have to say.

So up until a little while ago I was strongly averted to ALL social networking.

When I say averted; I mean while I did have a FaceBook; I found it an obnoxious time consuming boredom enticing waste of my day. I refused to subscribe to twitter, and to MySpace or any of those other sites. So needless to say when I started on my trek to seriously achieving my published status as an author-- I rolled my eyes and groaned at the prospect of making social networking a part of me everyday life.

In hind sight, one side of me still  groans over the idea of posting to FaceBook and Twitter AND my blog, and some days it really does feel like a full time job with no pay and no benefits. While that is technically the case if taken literally.

The other part of me is over joyed at the reception both my fan page, and my Twitter has gotten when I do post. I find myself checking my Blog status to see what countries are reading what I am saying and how many times my page is accessed daily.

It’s a thrilling environment and so fast paced that it takes up most of the time I would have been spending on  flash games doing absolutely nothing of value. Where as now, I find my words are being listened to and advertising goes along way to having people looking forwards to Excerpts of my Novel, or even (shockingly) release information on the novel-- that is still a work in progress.

It gives me a small taste on what it’s like to be a celebrity. It also adds a new depth to the world that I had been missing.

So what is my current standing with social networking?

It’s still torn between the groaning disposition of putting my life on display and the thrilling expectations that someone somewhere actually cares enough to read what I say. I am however leaning more towards the Accepting status of Social networking.

Also, considering when I got my new phone, I couldn’t wait to get a wi-fi connection to download the FaceBook and twitter apps from the market so I can keep connected even while on the go.

Forgive my nerd-ism here, but I wonder if this is what it’s like to be assimilated by the borg?

~x~

In other news, My Novel The Hourglass is progressing smoothing through stage two of the writing process, and I am hoping by this time next year to have it out in all forums of media. And to give you a small view on what I have been working on here is an awaited excerpt from the novel.


‘  Adrian Grey was a hunter of very particular tastes, so particular in fact that he more often than not found himself lazing in a tree then hunting. After all, the game that he went after rarely showed them selves to the human population. 
 Today was no different then any other normal day. Adrian was staring at the canopy of Argoth forest, his grey eyes holding a bored expression. Even his day job had proven to be rather slow. 
 “Damn wolves… they had to just go and attack that hiker.” he muttered to himself as he sat up. A long stemmed leaf stuck between his lips. “Not that I can really blame the wolves, they where doing what came naturally to them. It’s the stupid human’s fault.” 
 He spat the leaf out from his mouth and glanced at the forest floor some thirty feet below him. The breeze toyed with the life around him sending the leaves of the trees frolicking with the new-day light. 
 Normally a day like the one he was facing would bring him some kind of peace and contentment. 
 Something was disturbing that very peace and it irritated the hell out of him that he couldn’t figure out what it was. 
 The nights of late had not been restful. For some unknown reason Adrian found himself being awakened every few hours. 
 He loathed nights like that, for they generally spelled trouble following closely. 
 “Didn’t help the moon was vacant from the sky.” he muttered under his breath, swinging his legs around the thick branch that served as his perch. As his legs dangled the dangerous expanse of near empty space between himself and the ground, his eyes watched the forest around him. 
 It was both his home and his hide-away. So naturally everyone who wanted to acquire the services of an Expert Myth hunter such as himself knew exactly where to find him. This included fellow hunters.
 ‘Like this jolly-ol’chap here.’ He silently mused as he watched the tall undergrowth shifting as someone picked their way rather noisily towards his house. 
 “Rathbart! Some Hunter you are! You can’t manage to sneak up on a human being, how the hell do you think you’ll manage against a Myth?” He called out watching the movements stall. 
 “Silver eyes get out of hiding! I have something that I need to talk to you about!” The gruff out of breath voice called back. 
 A sly smirk presented itself on Adrian’s lips as he slid off his branch to land-- rather gracefully in his not-so-humble opinion; on a branch below him. Straightening to his full height of six feet even, he lazily walked along the branch to a connecting branch, leading to a neighbouring tree. 
 “Forest express at your service.” He whispered to himself in a mildly amused manner. 
 Adrian was of a mind that roads where needless expansions of human territory, humans didn’t need to rip apart nature to get where they wanted to be. 
 The Myths certainly didn’t. 
 His lazy walk following the natural highway through the trees brought him to stand directly above a stout older man who appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that he was even there. 
 “You know if I wasn’t in such a bored mood, I could have paid you back three times over for your little job last month.”  

This is my treat to all of you out there who follow this blog, It’s also my form of apologies for not being around to post more! Hopefully this shall change (or that I will have something of value to put up here soon)

Happy holidays to everyone, no matter what tradition or holiday you follow (if any at all.)

Copyright 2011@Trisha Ellen (All works are the subject of the authors copy write and my not be used in part or whole for any reason with out the expressed permission of the author. Plagiarism is against the law, so in short, just don't do it!) 

Sleep the fleeting whimsy

"That feeling of your head hitting the pillow after a long day of playing and fixing your writing.... "

So, while talking with a fellow author friend of mine I have come to the mildly irritating conclusion that sleep and authors don't tend to get along. This explains A LOT. Seriously. 

I have always had trouble sleeping, because I had some thought pop in to my mind at the very last minute demanding attention, which then demands expansion... which by the end of all the demands turns in to a list of To Do's for the ever fickle and slave-masterly Muses. This is particularly annoying/obnoxious/frustrating when you as an author have just spent the better part of the day working on something; feeling the stubborn mule of inspiration digging its heels in to the ground say. Well F*@&# that.

As an author of any genre/style it's exhausting trying and often failing in pulling that wanted chapter revision/article/cover art/comic panel out of your mind: all we generally want is a good night’s sleep that lasts for 36 hours instead of the measly 7 we're Lucky to get. Of course what we want as our day has shown us quite bluntly isn't a factor in what is going to happen... it’s a general rule somewhere.

We shut down our computers; put our pens and paperwork away. Stand up, shuffle zombie like to the coffee maker set it for morning then crawl our way in to our bedrooms, flopping heavily on the bed. It's a painstaking process of gather up our worn down energy reserves (in my case its usually running on fumes by then) to climb under those heavy blankets; tug them up to our chins and roll on to our sides trying to sleep. 

As I am sure you have been following by my implications, as sledge-hammer blunt as they have been. "Trying" is the operative word here. Sleep may touch the mind for a split of a second but by then it's already a long time far too late. Our eyes suddenly snap open, a glare being aimed to the heavens. 

......only to find inspiration smacking you in the face as you look up at the ceiling. Next thing you know it's after 4 am and sleep was only a fleeting whim.......

Authors by nature are lazy creatures. We don't want to have to go fetch our bags, binders, pencils especially once we have gotten it in to our heads that it's BED TIME. It's now our turns to dig in our heels and say 'No, I’ll remember it in the morning.' 

Have you ever tried digging your heels in when a mule or donkey decide it's time to run? Good luck with that. 

The muses are no different, once then decide to bestow their blessing of inspiration an author’s mind has no choice but to follow it. Much like a fisherman who runs across the deadly sirens song; All ideas of sleep crash and burn, so we get up, jot down some chicken scratch hoping to appease the muses long enough to go back to bed. That chicken scratch becomes a novel of thought that thread between one another. 

if there is no paper readily available, or exhaustion is too close (as tends to be the case more often than not) we plot and plan till our heavy eyes close, the sand papery feel of them scratching our peepers as they do so reminds us that we need to blink more often while writing. That mild distraction that catches the muses off guard, much like the magpie the muses chase that shiny in to oblivion of sleep. 

When we wake once more: Drag our selves to the coffee maker knowing we had something to remember, something jotted down somewhere. The winds of sleep and shiny distractions erase every word, every thought leaving only a vague impression of what once was. It reminds me of looking backwards on a beach as the tides come in. You have a vague impression as to the distance travelled by the evaporating foot steps, but don't really remember walking so far. 

......Of course only frustration remains the next morning as the cycle begins again. Welcome to the Authors life.

So, if anyone ever tells you the life of an author is simple. Kindly remind them that as my friend so eloquently put it.... "Writers = society’s acceptable insane” and we don’t generally begin our journey that way... it’s a trait that comes from dealing with the muses