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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

"Just Add Salt" by Jinx Schwartz

EXCERPT
Just Add Salt
(Hetta Coffey Book 2)
by Jinx Schwartz


Just Add Salt is the second book in the Hetta Coffey series by Jinx Schwartz. The author stops by today to share an excerpt from the book. Also available: Just Add Water, Just Add Trouble, Just Deserts, Just the Pits, and Just Needs Killing'.


Description
Hetta Coffey is a sassy Texan with a snazzy yacht, and she's not afraid to use it!
A globe-trotting engineer with attitude, a penchant for trouble, and a yacht, Hetta is back, and this time she's steering us into hot Mexican waters. Miffed that vacation plans with her chronically absent boyfriend, Jenks Jenkins, have gone awry, she accepts a job in Baja.
So what, if she and her friend Jan are spectacularly unqualified to take her yacht on a thousand-mile cruise in the eastern Pacific Ocean during hurricane season?
Hiring a handsome, if somewhat fishy captain for the trip might keep them off the rocks, but probably won't do the same for her future with Jenks. Meanwhile, a little eye candy on board can't be all bad.
Hetta's fierce independence impels her to tackle a very profitable (if environmentally and politically incorrect) project south of the border. True to form, her irreverent nature and disregard for danger soon swamps her in a sea of mayhem, illegal aliens, a pesky whale, and a menacing Mexican machinator.
Set sail for Baja Mexico's Magdalena Bay as Hetta Coffey leads us once more into a morass of intrigue that will keep you laughing, breathless, and wanting more.

Excerpt
My name is Hetta Coffey: CEO, CFO, president and sole employee of Hetta Coffey, SI, LLC. The SI is my little phonetic prank on the pronunciation of Civil Engineer. An engineer by degree, I specialize in material management and, like ole Ben Franklin, leave nothing to chance. As he wrote, “For the want of a nail, the shoe was lost; for the want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for the want of a horse the rider was lost, being overtaken and slain by the enemy, all for the want of care about a horseshoe nail.” My job is to ensure no project nail is late, or lost.
But right now I had more than work on my mind. If Jenks Jenkins, my alleged boyfriend, didn’t return in time for a timely departure on our planned trip to Mexico, I’d have a cash flow crunch in my future. We had to leave and return as scheduled or by mid-January I’d be scrounging for my dock fee and boat payment. By February I’d be sunk, not a word one who lives on a boat uses lightly. What to do? What to do?
A freshening breeze made me thankful for the protection of my aft sundeck, or verandah, as I call it. Side curtains cut the wind, allowing us to drink our wine in cozy comfort. Furnished in fake rattan Brown Jordan with fashionably faded blue-and-white striped cushions, the deck sports a small table for outdoor dining, a gas barbeque, an ice maker and a wet bar stocked with blue and white plastic stemware for those times when we were underway and had the crystal battened down.
Even an unusually warm late August day in the Bay Area doesn’t count for much in the temperature department after four o’clock, when the wind whips over water. Jan and I grabbed blue and white Raymond Johnson windbreakers, two of a set of six given to me as a boatwarming gift, and blended into the deck decor. Tourists, shivering in their optimistic summer shorts, wandered around taking in the sights of Jack London Square, one of which seemed to be Jan and me. We smiled and acknowledged those who spoke.
“Wonder when they’ll leave, and for how long,” Jan said.
“These tourists?”
“No silly, Jenks and Lars. I mean, they could be back in time for our trip to Mexico.”
“We’ll soon know. I imagine Jenks will give me a few hours to calm down, then he’ll call from Houston.”
“Smart man, that Jenks Jenkins.”
“You already said that. And besides, I’m not that bad.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
Jan took a swig of wine and rolled her eyes. “How about the time you dumped what’s-his-name’s car in the estuary?”
I looked at the spot where Garrison’s Morgan took its swan dive and shrugged. “He deserved it and you know it.”
“And how about when you emptied your .38 into that Brit’s rubber dingy?”
“Jan, that Brit was trying to kill me. And it wasn't my .38, it was my shotgun.”
“Well, that’s true, but how about—”
“Okay, okay, I get your point. However, I’m a reformed woman.”
“Sure you are. So, what are you gonna do to Jenks? Inquiring minds wanna know. I’d like to sell tickets.”
I ignored her impertinent question. I hadn’t had time to come up with a suitable revenge for Jenks. Yet. “Jan, aren’t you just a lit-tle pissed off at Lars? We’ve had this trip planned for months. You and I, at great trouble and expense to ourselves, put our careers on hold. Turned down a couple of lucrative projects. Now the brothers Jenkins up and decide to leave us in the lurch. Take off for some godforsaken part of the world.”
“I’m not thrilled, of course, but we still have a month until we’re scheduled to leave. Maybe they just have to run over there and come right back. Don’t be so negative.”
“Perhaps you forget that I’ve been in this engineering game for a very long time. If they say you’re going to be stuck somewhere for a month, it’s six. If they say a year, it’s two. Remember when Baxter Brothers sent me to Japan for nine months? I got back two years later, practically in a body bag. Trust me, once our alleged boyfriends leave for the Middle East, we’re screwed.”
Jan giggled. “Or not, as it were. Don’t jump to conc—phone’s ringing, Hetta.”
“I hear it.”
“Aren’t you gonna answer it?”
“Nope. It’s yours.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I turned mine off.”
“Oh. Maybe it’s Jenks and Lars.”
“I am not here.”
Jan rushed into the main saloon and came back on deck with her cell phone stuck to her ear. “So,” she was saying in a honeyed voice, “how’s Houston, besides hot and wet?”
Lars must have had a properly lewd comeback for her unfortunate choice of words, for her cheeks flared. She quickly swung away from me and whispered several somethings into the phone. When she turned back, I rolled my eyes and gave her a "gag me" finger down my throat. She stuck out her tongue, shot me an evil grin and purred, “Oh please, Lars baby, put Jenks on. There’s a chunky little red head dying to talk with him.”
I considered pushing her overboard, especially for that chunky remark, but snatched the phone instead. “Who is it?”
“You know it’s me, Hetta.” Jenks’s deep voice set off a little twitch where it counts. He is a difficult man to stay pissed off at, but I was giving it my best. I clammed up and let him talk.
“I’ve been trying to call you, but I keep getting your voice mail. How’s my little sea wench?”
“Don’t you sweet talk me, you rat. What’s this about you deserting my ship?”
“Now Hetta, don’t be that way. Lars and I just have to go over for a sales meeting in Kuwait City, dazzle them with our software, and we’re out of there. They’re subbing out the hardware to someone else, so we should be back in Oakland in no time.”
“We leave for Cabo in a month,” I said, sounding petulant. I hate sounding petulant.
“I’ll do my level best to be there.”
“Go ahead, break my cardinal rule and lie to me. Tell me you will definitely be here.”
“Can’t do that, but I’ll try. Meanwhile, you’ll have to get Raymond Johnson ready to go. You can do it. You know your boat inside out. I’ll send you lists of provisions and spare parts I think we’ll need, you add to it, and together we can get a good deal of work taken care of before I get back. I’ll send you a schedule of what needs to be done, maintenance wise. That, you’ll have to hire out.”
“You mean you’re not even coming here before you leave for Kuwait?”
“Sorry, no can do. Lars and I take off tomorrow morning on a Halliburton jet. I’ll call you when we get to Kuwait City. And then from Baghdad.”
“Baghdad! Why are you going there?”
“Just for a quick meeting, then back to Kuwait. Don’t worry, I’ll call every day.”
“Gosh, can’t you work in three days and four nights in beautiful downtown Damascus? Jenks, I don’t like this. Forget the contract, forget the money. We’ll cancel the trip to Mexico. I’ll get a new job of my own and we’ll take our cruise later. You can get another contract here, where it’s safe. Please.” I was starting to sound needy and it did not sit well with my own independent self-image.
“Wish I could, but we’re committed. Can’t let the company down.”
“You are the company.”
“See what I mean?”
“Very funny, Jenks. I have to go now, I have a date with some stranger in a smoky bar.”
“Very funny, yourself. Bye now. Love you.”
“Yeah? Well prove it. Come home.”
I hung up and opened another bottle of wine. Jan gave me a wary look as I poured half of it into my glass. “Oh, relax,” I sneered, “I’ve decided not to throw your devious, albeit skinny, ass into the estuary.”
“Gimme some of that wine. See, I told you they’d be back in time. You worry too much.”
“What’s with you? I thought Lars was topping your S-list.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I just think, that, well, maybe we aren’t right for each other. Just a nigglin’ I can’t put my finger on. Don’t mind me. And quit being so negative about them making it back for our trip.”
“I’m negative because I just know they won’t. And what about this Baghdad thing? No telling what will happen to them, traipsing around over there.”
“Come on, Hetta, you’ve traipsed around all your life.”
“Yeah, and look what it got me. It’s taken thirty some-odd years to find a man who didn’t disappear on me and look what happens. He disappears. I can outdo David friggin’ Copperfield when it comes to making men vanish.”
“You are such a drama queen. Jenks has not vanished. He is coming back. Hell, even Hudson Williams came back. Sort of.”
“I’d hardly classify my ex-fiancĂ© turning up floating face down in my hot tub as ‘coming back.’ ”
“Well,” she giggled, “he did surface.”

Praise for the Book
"When I finished the first book in the series, I realized I had Hetta withdrawals. I hurried to Amazon and purchased Just Add Salt. I would advise reading the first book first because it supplies the background - where it all began. But I enjoyed the second book even more than the first. There is danger from the get-go and tension on every page. I love a mystery with a touch of romance, and this book has it all. What it doesn't have is over-the-top graphic violence or explicit sex. The Hetta Coffey mysteries are a refreshing change and I look forward to reading more." ~ Laurie Hanan, author of the Louise Golden Hawaiian mysteries
"After finishing the first Hetta Coffey, Just Add Water, I couldn't wait to read the second. Now I know I am going to work my way thru the series. Hetta has me laughing out loud as I listen on my headphones during my morning walk. I hope they keep on coming!" ~ Barb V
"Excellent continuation of the Hetta Coffey Mystery Series Book 1. Amusing, entertaining, enough mystery to satisfy, without a lot of dead bodies piling up in what I usually read. I enjoyed this and learned in the process, about whales, history, desalination plants, our Mexican neighbors, and even that fresh water pouring into the sea is harmful to sea life." ~ Doris Johnston
"Coffey is a really great character, edgy, funny and definitely unconventional. Her stories are a perfect blend of adventure and misadventure and Schwartz does a fantastic job at adding an equally entertaining supportive cast, whether it be her secret blabbing friend or a personal trainer in the gym, no opportunity for a laugh is wasted in this story, making the plot almost secondary to the fun that runs through the book. If you are looking for a good laugh and entertainment this series is for you." ~ Christoph Fischer
"Hilarious, witty, and entertaining are words that best describe this fast-paced adventure set in Mexico. The rapport between gutsy Hetta Coffey and her obliging sidekick, Jan, is humorous yet believable as these two women struggle to get out of life-threatening situations that come at them from all angles. The descriptions of the characters are distinct and I could picture each one in my mind - including the whale! Although I'm not familiar with the technical aspects of life aboard a yacht, the detailed explanations weaved throughout the story made it easier to grasp the gist of it. I highly recommend this action-packed mystery and look forward to reading more books in the series." ~ saniko

About the Author
Jinx Schwartz is the author of nine books, including the award-winning Hetta Coffey series. Hetta is a sassy Texan with a snazzy yacht, and she's not afraid to use it!
A ninth-generation Texan, Jinx has lived and worked all over the globe, and much like the protagonist in her Hetta Coffey mystery series, she's a woman with a yacht and not afraid to use it.

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Monday, September 15, 2014

"Captain Shelby" by Jesse Giles Christiansen

INTERVIEW
Captain Shelby
(The Captain Shelby Trilogy Book 2)
by Jesse Giles Christiansen


Captain Shelby is the second book in Jesse Giles Christiansen's Captain Shelby Trilogy. Also available: Pelican Bay.


Captain Shelby is currently on tour with Pump Up Your Book. The tour stops here today for my interview with the author. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
There are places even the sea cannot go…
In coastal Denmark, a young man named Nereus builds a longship and leaves at age eighteen to discover a new, enigmatic land. Faced with unimaginable obstacles, he crosses the North Atlantic, only to be captured by the Skraelings, the Inuit indigenous people who seek revenge on all settlers because of a "Great Red Man" who murdered many of their family members.
Many years later, Nereus is hired by a group of Irish settlers who are fleeing the tyranny of King Henry VIII, and he takes them across the North Atlantic to the New Found Land. A fierce battle ensues against the sea, the Little Ice Age, and the vicious Skraelings.
When Nereus falls in love with Laura Hodges, fiancĂ©e to the group’s leader, William Brockelby, he becomes embroiled in a dangerous love triangle … until the formidable mystery surrounding Captain Nereus H. Shelby is finally revealed.

Video for Book 1


Excerpt
I am master of snow. I am master of fire. I am master of the hunt. They call me Kaya, a name given once to wolves and now given to snow dogs. It means “stay and don’t go back.”
But there are times when even the snow dogs turn back. My brothers and sisters and I were brought death by the blue-eyed, silver-haired ones, but we did not go back. We felt the breath of the Little Ice Age, but we did not go back. We are more powerful than the snow dog. We walked over many frozen centuries and did not stumble. We are more powerful than the Great Red Man’s temper. We are more powerful than the biting winter. In the past, we drank her blood to quench our thirst and to cure our hunger, and used her flesh to build our homes.
They called us monsters when we attacked because we are strong and brave. They called us Little Devils when we ate their flesh to become one with our enemies, and to survive even when the great caribou froze where they stood. We are the natives of these lands.
We don’t know if monsters exist. Only the white strangers know that. But if they do exist, my brothers and sisters saw them walk on our shores once. They floated here on great wooden turtles and moved themselves with giant sticks. We were afraid, but I told my brothers that they are the blood of Kaya, and the blood of Kaya never turn back. We prayed to Agloolik, the god of the sea, who lives under the ice and helps us in the hunt of the great whale, to put a curse on them. But Agloolik did not help us, and we wondered if he was afraid, too, of the blue-eyed, silver-haired ones who appeared from the other side of the world.
They carried long, shiny spears that looked like yellow fingers stolen from the sun and wore heavy helmets with horns like the gods of the mighty buffalo. They walked heavily and left giant footprints in the sand. They slashed the sea with their flat sticks and trapped the wind, made the ground quake, and still, Agloolik did nothing.
Their leader stood far above his brothers, and had a giant beard that dropped and twisted in the wind like great red feathers dancing under a peace pipe. His eyes were not like the others. They were green, like emeralds stolen from Agloolik’s treasure deep below the ice, and as mean and fierce as the eyes of a crocodile. His hair was at war with his helmet, and when he removed it, it exploded like a great fire.
We stayed hidden and watched from the darkness of the woods as the visitors murdered many trees and built skeletons with them upon the land and fleshed them with thick mud. My brothers and sisters cried as they killed many caribou and left their skin and bones to rot under the sun. We thought they would be cursed by the land for such wastefulness, and become sick and die.
But that never happened.
Soon we agreed that I should go and talk with the visitors to try and make peace with them and to understand their ways. I brought two of my bravest brothers with me. We sang a welcoming song together at the edge of their village and waited. The Great Red Man came out to talk to us, his brothers staying close behind. They came with their yellow fingers of the sun, but they did not wear their strange helmets.
“We come from Norway. We have claimed this land. Who are you?”
His language was stranger than his red hair and wild green eyes. I could not understand a word he said.
“We come in peace to understand our strange new brothers,” I said in my native Inuit tongue.
The Great Red Man’s eyes became greener and wilder, and he shook his head.
“We must find a common language so we can better share the sacred land,” I said, pointing at the ground and widening my eyes, which flashed white in the afternoon sun.
The Great Red Man pointed at the ground now too, then to himself, over and over again. His face became a boiling red stew of anger. I looked at him, confused, then turned to my brothers. They raised their arms in confusion, too.
The Great Red Man raised his yellow finger of the sun and waved it around, holding it high. His brothers did the same. When they came toward us, they were very many now, and we retreated and hid in the trees.
The night fell quickly upon us, so we made camp inside a cave on the way back to our village. My brothers spoke around the fire of the strangers and their strange ways and their great fear of them. I told them they are brothers of Kaya and that they should fear nothing. But we all slept restlessly that night.
Halfway between the sun’s lowest and highest place in the sky, we arrived at our village and fell to our knees, weeping and bunching our fists. Our homes were destroyed and flattened. Our brothers and sisters and our children lay all about with red holes of anger in them, some of them missing their heads.
When we finished weeping, my brothers asked me, “What will we do?”
“Soon more of their boats will come,” I said. “We will gather our brothers from the south and be ready for them. May Agloolik be with us.”

Praise for the Book
"With haunting prose, Captain Shelby is a unique foray into the magical yet poignantly human history of the old fisherman from Pelican Bay. This prequel will not only deeply satisfy Christiansen’s previous readers, but will leave them so tantalized by the story lines, they will think the events actually happened - a demonstration of skill surely to launch this author into the big leagues." ~ William R. Forstchen, New York Times bestselling author of One Second After
"Captain Shelby is written in the style of a classic novel which should stand the test of time. It is the finest in adventures/literary fiction genre seen by the best writers in the business. Christiansen tells this beautifully written novel with precision, making his storytelling that of an American master at the top of his form." ~ Cathy Scott, award-winning author of The Millionaire's Wife
"This is a novel with lots of different layers. On one level it's an enthralling historical romp but on another it seeks to forge a whole new myth around the early history of Canada with big characters and more than a hint of the supernatural. In its ambition and scope it reminded me of Mordecai Richler's classic of Canadian literature Solomon Gursky Was Here." ~ Chris Hill, author of Song of the Sea God
"Captain Shelby is a story full of adventure, mystery, intrigue and love. Christiansen states he was inspired by Hemingway. The inspiration has given birth because this narrative is masterful. Hemingway would be very pleased with this author’s work." ~ Lori Caswell, Top 1000 Amazon reviewer

Interview With the Author
Hi Jesse Giles Christiansen, thanks for joining me today to discuss your new book, Captain Shelby.
For what age group do you recommend your book?
While there is no profanity or explicit sex in the novel, there are adult situations, so I should think 18+ is fine. Captain Shelby has enough mystery, history, adventure and romance for everyone!
What sparked the idea for this book?
Captain Shelby is a deeper exploration of the original novel, Pelican Bay, which actually birthed from one of the strangest dreams of my life. I was standing on the South Carolina coast eyeing strange, black stones emerging from the ocean floor just beyond the shore. My ex-girlfriend of ex-girlfriends (Morgan from Pelican Bay) was standing there with me. We kept asking each other what the heck they were. I woke up and my fingers went to work. By the end of chapter one, Captain Shelby emerged right out of the pages. Little did I know back then that the fisherman would change my writing career forever.
So, which comes first? The character's story or the idea for the novel?
For me, the novel idea, though along with the novel idea I often have fuzzy notions of the characters. But the novel premise is the river, which tells me what kind of reeds I’ll have, and how they’ll sway, bend, or break.
What was the hardest part to write in this book?
The research. Not only did I have to delve into Greenland and Viking history, as well as 16th century Ireland, but I also had to pretty much master Early Modern English … a daunting task, since language is not a fixed entity, but a constantly evolving and highly theoretical one.
How do you hope this book affects its readers?
Mainly, that the sea is a mystery to us all, one of the greatest mysteries, if not the greatest, of our planet. One must remain open to learning from the sea. Captain Shelby has a very special bond with the sea, a type of bond I wish we all had.
How long did it take you to write this book?
About 6 months.
What is your writing routine?
As a part-time author, I wrote 2 hours a day, then spent about 2-4 hours on submission and promotion. However, on 1 January I move to 4 hours of writing a day. Wish me luck!
Good luck! How did you get your book published?
I started by querying agents, but just couldn’t find the agent or the book deal I wanted. I did some research on my own and, through the word of another author, I discovered the publishing house, Imajin Books, small in size, but gigantic in marketing clout (that is what one needs in the 21st century if he or she wants to get anywhere before turning into Rip Van Winkle). Imajin Books owner, Cheryl Kaye Tardif, is an international bestselling author herself, offering a well of book publishing and marketing wisdom.
What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
These days, all publishers want to see a social media presence and some marketing savvy in an author if they’re going to take him or her on. Also, having a weekly blog is a big plus. The Internet and ePublishing have changed everything; they’re a double-edged sword. It’s easier to publish than ever, which makes it harder to get seriously published than ever. An author has to stand out with strong media presence … and knowing how to write a strong query and having a great editor really pays off if you want that agent that’s going to give you the keys to Kingdom Big 6. But don’t get pigeonholed into any one strategy; sometimes you have to be bold when bold options are available. That’s what we’re in - a bold writers’ century.
What do you like to do when you're not writing?
I’m also a singer-songwriter, so spend much of my off-time making music (I also write songs for my books). I love reading and anything to do with animals or nature.
What does your family think of your writing?
They love me for the artist I am, but my mother keeps telling me she wants me to make more money. Artists have it tougher than ever now; we give up a part of our souls for a .99 eBook.
Please tell us a bit about your childhood.
I was raised in Miami, Florida, where I almost grew up on the beach. I developed an undying love for the sea, and she seems to seep into most of my stories so far. I lost my father when I was very young, and I often think that Captain Shelby is a unique literary amalgamation of all the male role models in my life that followed after.
Did you like reading when you were a child?
Yes! I was a real geek - one of the few who read Great Expectations by Charles Dickens in grade school and actually loved it!
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Funny, it wasn’t until late in life. Though I’ve written since I was a kid, it was always a hobby. Then, when I was supposed to be working on my PhD, I kept writing novels instead, shooting myself in the foot, as it were. After betraying myself over and over again, I finally surrendered myself to the passion and resigned to write novels until I die.
Did your childhood experiences influence your writing?
Definitely! I think that our novel worlds and characters are like dreams. We pull from the wide, raging sea of everything we’ve ever experienced - and out leap new universes … new lives … new memories for readers. And if we do it right, they’ll forget these entities were wrought of fiction.
Which writers have influenced you the most?
London, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, Proulx, Capote, Irving, Harding, Faulkner, to name a few (but the list goes on and on).
Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?
I love to hear from my readers! They are always very encouraging and enthusiastic, but also honest. And I wouldn’t want anything else! I like to interact with my readers at my book launches and other book promos. They often ask about plots, characters, and inspirations behind books. Oh, and if I can send them a signed paperback for free. LOL
What can we look forward to from you in the future?
I’m releasing my first Christmas story, Goth Town, on 6 November. While maintaining certain classic themes of past Christmas stories, it is also (I hope) the most unique holiday novel you’ll ever read, with an imaginative plot, rich characters, and a post-apocalyptic, haunting world.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by today, Jesse. Best of luck with your future projects.
Thanks! And thanks for having me!

About the Author
Jesse Giles Christiansen is an American author who writes compelling literary fiction that weaves the real with the surreal. He attended Florida State University where he received his B.A. in English literature, and holds an M.A. in philosophy from Georgia State University. He is the author of Pelican Bay (book one in the Captain Shelby Trilogy), an Amazon #1 list bestseller, outselling The Old Man and the Sea by Hemingway. One of Christiansen's literary goals is to write at least fifty novels, and he always reminds himself of something that Ray Bradbury once said: "You fail only if you stop writing."
His latest book is the literary fiction/magical realism novel, Captain Shelby.

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