Friday, August 29, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
A big thank you to Katie at KT Images Embroidery for the amazing donation. I love your work and creativity! Ladies, go scout out her shop and start building your wishlist and men, go start your Christmas shopping early!
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Dr. Katy Garrity hopped out of the St. Luke’s Roosevelt ambulance, stepping cautiously onto the sidewalk. Fire and glass rained down from the inferno in the high rise building. Heat fanned from the fire, but Katy stood frozen watching the scene unfold in front of her.
A child’s screams could be heard above the sirens and splashes of water from the violent stream of the firemen’s hose sprayed the doctor’s cheeks. The stench of burnt plastic and wood filled her nose while soot and ashes now covered Katy’s chestnut ponytail, which was whipping against her face in the wind. Her eyes stung from the smoke that hung heavily in the air she was breathing.
Jolted forward by a passing paramedic, Katy snapped back to reality shaking her head. She rubbed her shoulder where her co-worker had run into her and looked at the triage area. Instead of heading to the red or yellow patients, her feet took her to the black section. Black meant the victims were already dead.
Her eyes scanned quickly searching for one fireman. Her stomach settled when she didn’t see who she was looking for. Satisfied for the moment that her heart wasn’t broken again, she returned to the red patients who were in need of immediate attention.
Seconds, minutes, hours passed and she cared for burn after burn until she couldn’t see straight anymore. The smell of burnt skin and the cries of the victims as she cleaned each wound were not things that would easily wash away when her shift ended. Tears had stung her eyes as she treated the first of the victims but now she was numb. Numb to their pain, numb to her compassion, numb and ready for the night to be over.
A commotion behind her broke her concentration. She heard firefighters screaming and shouting as they ran out of the building. She turned her attention to them and there was the fireman she’d been looking for earlier—slumped lifelessly between the two men calling for help.
Her pulse pounded loudly in her ears, blocking out everything, and her eyes focused only on the man in front of her. Sprinting to the injured fireman, Katy did her best to remain calm. Her finger pressed against his carotid artery, feeling for a pulse. Nothing. She moved her fingers checking for it again. Still nothing.
Her body trembled as panic took over her body. She shook his shoulders trying to rouse him but his head bounced lifelessly. A pot belly pushed against her from behind, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her away. She thrashed her arms and legs trying to get out of his hold, but he only squeezed her tighter. Watching them take the lifeless man away, she cried out, “Jesse!”
Love is a Fire is on sale for only 99 cents this week! Get your book for a buck through Tuesday, August 19 so you're ready for Burst Into Flame when it releases next month.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Tomorrow and Thursday I will also be taking over the Once Upon a Crush Book Blog...all day, both days!!! This means awesome giveaways from people like Amanda from Amanda Siegel's Vinyl Creations, chatting with Nick, Katy, and Jesse, sharing hot firemen pics, and lots more fun!
Rosey Johnny is donating these amazing necklaces with my book covers on them!
Oh and my baby girl starts preschool tomorrow! So yeah, big day that you won't want to miss!!!
Sunday, August 10, 2014
When I finished the original draft of Love is a Fire, it just sat there. I didn't know what to do so I began my research and found that I needed an editor. My search for an editor was coming up dry until Jimmy and I were tweeting about our lunches. I knew he was in video production and I read that he was an editor. A couple direct messages later and my editor was found!
After Jimmy's first edit, I added almost 10, 000 words to the story! Chapter 15 wasn't there originally but he informed me I needed more fire drama. He also got me to break down my timid sex scenes and embellish them a bit more i.e. New Year's Eve. We also changed some characters names up and added some more tension between a certain two characters. Overall, I was beyond ecstatic with the input Jimmy gave me. Jimmy showed me so much support and excitement that sometimes I think he was more excited than I was about my book!
Jimmy is extremely talented with what he does in his line of work as a director and film maker. He's actually starting his own business and producing his own movie! We both can relate to the waiting game, lack of funds game, and having too many ideas to be able to do them all game. Oh us artists, it's a tough life, isn't it? So unfortunately for me, Jimmy won't be able to help me out with future novels but I know that he'll always be one of my biggest fans! Check out this tweet from him:
I edited a book! http://www.amazon.com/Love-Fire-Burning-Lovesick-Book-ebook/dp/B00KLSLF8W … So proud of you,
Thank you for all your help and support, Jimmy, but also thank you for being my real life lunch buddy now! Best of luck in all your adventures.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Introduction to Sinead O'Flanagan
Good morning Sarah! Tell me a little bit about yourself and your writing.
I’m Sarah, I was born and raised near Verona (Italy) where I still live, although years ago I spent nearly one year in Dublin, working in one of her oldest café, the Bewely’s of Westmoreland Street, that has now sadly closed doors. I’m a bookseller in the university neighbourhood of Verona, job that I love.
I’ve written stories since the age of ten, got into fantasy at the age of sixteen. I’ve written short stories for years, but Ghost Trilogy is my first important project, a trilogy of novels, historically set, but with strong speculative elements. Some would call it dieselpunk. I’m in the process of preparing book one for submission.
In your words, give us a brief summary of your book.
Chicago, 1926. Sinéad O'Flanagan arrived from Ireland one year ago, determined to leave everything behind her: her land, her family, her friends. Especially her gift.
In Chicago, the old woman who's her charge, Kathlyn the midwife, asks her a favoure she wouldn’t ask off anyone else: to return an old coin to her estranged niece Bridget.
But as Sinéad looks for Bridget, strange, frightening dreams start to haunt her, dreams of hate and fire, of darkness and death, and she finally realises there’s a soul pulsing inside the coin, a angry soul, calling for revenge.
Do you relate to Sinéad?
Yes, definitely. Sinéad is a regular woman trying to make rhyme and reasons of a completely new world. True, I live in the same place where I was born, but Italy has changed a lot in the last couple decades. So I’d say that, whereas Sinéad moved to a new world (from Ireland to the U.S.), a new world has moved towards me. We both have to find a way to cope with so many new realities.
Is this character based off someone you know in real life?
No, I never base my characters on people I know. I might give a character one or more traits from someone I know, but generally speaking, my characters are original, in the sense that they are their own men and women.
In real life, would you hang out with her?
I think I would happily hang out with Sinéad. We have lots of things in common. We both love Ireland, for example. We are both into traditions. And above all, we care for the same things. Family and friends are very important for both of us.
What would you two discuss over drinks?
Well, first of all, although Sinéad drinks, I don’t. So I’ll let her have her Rob Roy cocktail, but I’ll stick to orange juice.
Then, as I said, there are lots of things we could talk about, because we share the same interests. We would surely talk about out countries, the way people live and think and would try to see similarities and differences. We would talk about our families and the stories we learned from them. I’d love to learn from her the properties of healing herbs and maybe she would like to learn from me what does it mean to be a storyteller.
Why do you love/hate about Sinéad?
Sinéad always tries to do her best. Sometimes she has doubts about herself and her worth, she still thinks that, if she has the tiniest possibility to help, she should do it. I think that’s how a lot of people feel, but sometimes our doubts and fear stifle our willingness to help. Sinéad fights to overcome her fears and be as helpful as she can.
Anything else we need to know about her?
She’s a decent dancer. She’s very open-minded, although she doesn’t quite realise it. She likes fashion and the modern life, but always taken in small doses, because she hates any form of excess. When she is among friends, she loves to laugh and have fun.
Interview with Sinéad O'Flanagan
Hi Sinéad! Please tell us a little bit about yourself.
Sinéad is a young woman in her mid-twenties and as she enters the room and sits down for the interview, it’s apparent she’s quite ill at ease about it.
“I don’t see why people would want to know about me,” she says with a shy smile. “I’m a regular woman.”
She sits with her back straight, clutching her purse with both hands in her lap.
“Do you like my purse?” she asks. “It’s a gift from a very good friend. She stitched it herself. Gifts are precious. They give you strength.”
She wears a very simple dress, tide with a sash at her hips. It’s a creamy colour that matches her cloche, which covers her hair almost completely, though rebel auburn curls escape and brush her cheeks.
Her face is all cover up with freckles, which she tried very hard to cover with make up, but still show through it. Her chestnut eyes are clear and large.
Please tell us about your family.
“I was born in a very little village in the Shannon Valley in Ireland. A very far away place, I now think, but…” Her voice trails away, but then she smiles. “It was home. It is home.
I never knew my father. Granny never told me about it. It feels as if my family was always a mostly female family. My mum dies of pneumonia when I was three and Granny raised me. She was a midwife, like most of my female ancestors. Like myself. She knew about herbs, and she knew about the soul and the spirit of people.”
She pauses only a moment, pensively. “I’m trying to follow in her footsteps as well I can. Granny taught me to speak by telling me the names of the different herbs and their properties. I learn to walk in the wood, where I help Granny gathering those herbs. When I was old enough – that means around ten – she started bringing me with her when she went to deliver babies.”
I have heard that your Granny was a wise woman.
“She was, even in the sense you mean.” She fidgets absentmindedly with her purse. “But my people understood it in a different way. Granny was a wise woman because she knew things only few people knows. People trusted her.” She wavered and bit at her lower lip. “Even dead people trusted her and sometimes they would come to talk to her.
Do they come to talk to you too?
“No. I can’t talk to ghosts.” Her fingers are still nervos over her purse. “Bones talk to me.”
You mean divination bones?
If you prefers to call them that. They’re bones. They’re like spirits. If you ask them questions, they’ll answer. And they will always say the truth.
You look a bit uncomfortable talking about it.
Many people don’t like me talking about it. They think I’m talking about witchcraft, which is ridiculous. This is the world around us, it isn’t something dark or devious. But still, especially in the big cities, especially modern youths don’t like to talk about it and I know I’ll get into trouble if I do.
When I left my village and I went to Galway, and especially when I came to Chicago, I thought maybe life was showing me a new way. Maybe I was supposed to leave the past behind and embrace a new life. I tried to do it, I really did. But I discovered all the meanings were in my past and in the knowledge my ancestors handed down to me. My knowledge. My bones. That’s who I am. I can’t just shed it. And I don’t want to.”
We’ll go on to something more easy. Your favorites. Tell us your favorite and why:
Word- Heart. Heart is the most important part of any being. It’s where all the knowledge is kept and where all the emotions reside. The way your knowledge and your emotions mix… that’s you. That’s the person you are.
Color- Can I choose two? Green and grey. That’s my home. That’s Ireland. When it rains - and you’d be surprise how often it does,” she laughs, “the grass turns a brilliant emerald green, but the sky remains overcast and grey – though of a luminous grey. The two colours seem to complement each other and make each other more brilliant by contrast. It happens so often in Ireland.
Food- Ginger cookies. Granny baked the best in the world.
Drink- I don’t drink often, but when I go out with friends, I usually get a cocktail or two. My favourite is the Rob Roy.
Subject in school- Granny was my school. She taught me everything I know. Herbs properties, the needs of a woman’s body. The emotions and fears of a mother before and after she delivers. Midwives must know the minds of mothers as well as their body, if they want to be of help.
Then, when I came to Chicago, I met a woman, Kathlyn, a midwife like myself. Her mother came from Ireland too. Kathlyn taught me to read and count. She also reminded me I should believe in myself, in my knowledge and my skills.
How did your last relationship end?
She stands still for a long moment, her face expressionless.
“I’m not sure there was any kind of emotional relationship with Cathal. I thought there was, but… you know, when Granny died, the world toppled upside down for me. People trusted Granny, but not me. I did my mistake, I won’t deny it, but I felt so lost and alone… and that was enough for them to think I was not a good midwife. I could not replace my Granny. It was hard. Hard and lonely and Cathal’s company felt good… and long as it lasted. Then he too merged into the flow of people who didn’t think enough of me.
Tell us your thoughts on love. Marriage? Kids?
“Love is such a precious, rare thing. We should be careful when giving it and when accepting it.”
She smiles. “But sometime you do find it.” She blushes so hard her freckles disappear under the make up. She lowers her gaze, still smiling. “I met this man, Michael. He’s a good man and he accepts me for who I am. He understands me. I don’t know whether we’ll ever marry, but I hope we’re spend the rest of our life together.”
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Katie from libresco is donating this Pelican Shakespeare bracelet.
Alberta from Creations by Alberta is donating a set of his and hers hand towels.
So don't forget to stop by Saturday night at 7PM CT and chat with Nick, Katy, and ME!!!
Monday, August 4, 2014
Check it out! These local firemen found a copy of Love is a Fire and gave their stamp of approval!
My husband volunteers at the local fair every summer. There's always a fire truck there so I brought a couple copies of my book, really just looking for an excuse to chat with some hot firemen. They were really excited when I told them about my book! The men asked all about it, told me that the only thing that was real on tv shows was the drama, and then asked where they could get a copy for their wives. Sorry, ladies, these men are all taken! I took the first picture and one of them didn't like his smile so he made me take it again! I think around Christmas time, I'll be hanging out at the fire station giving the guys some gift ideas for their wives! A big thank you to the crew of WFD for supporting me and I hope you (your wives) enjoy the book!
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Since I've been madly working on the sequel to Love is a Fire, I haven't lined up any authors for this mornings edition of Saturday Morning Characters. So today we'll chat with Dr. Katy Malone.
Introduction to Dr. Katy Malone
Good morning! Today I'm going to introduce you to Dr. Katy Malone. She's an independent woman, or so she thinks, that's given up on love and is dedicated to becoming the best doctor she can be. Until firefighter Nick Garrity walks into her life...
In case you ever wonder what any of the characters look like, feel free to check my Pinterest boards to see my inspiration. Here's my Love is a Fire Board.
Do I relate to Katy?
The only thing Katy and I have in common is that we run...well, I used to, I don't any more. But Katy is a WAY better and more dedicated runner than I am.
Is Katy based off someone I know in real life?
Um...I don't think so.
In real life, would I hang out with Katy?
Absolutely...so I can be around hot firemen! :-)
What would we discuss over drinks?
Obviously, hot firemen! But I'd love to hear about the crazy things she's seen at the hospital.
Interview with Dr. Katy Malone
Hi Katy, please tell us a little bit about yourself.
Hey Lyssa, I think you probably know me best. But let's see, a little about me...I'm a dedicated distance runner, helps keep my mind clear and to stay focused on life. I'm a third year surgical resident at St. Luke's and I'll be picking a specialty soon which I'm excited about. Other than work, I'm pretty boring as work is my life.
We’ll start off easy with your favorites. Tell us your favorite and why:
Word-Ablation, Katy says with a grin on her face.
Color-Navy, color of scrubs for residents.
Food-A giant bowl of fruit. Weird, I know, but I could eat it all day long!
Subject in school-What kind of doctor would I be if I didn't say anatomy?
Tell us about your family…
There isn't much to tell. My mom passed away when I was born, my grandparents are gone, and my father died a few years ago so I don't have any blood relatives any more. My family today is Tiffany and Jeremiah.
How did your last relationship end?
*Shuffles uncomfortably* I broke it off with him...the month before our wedding.
Tell us your thoughts on marriage and kids.
I think marriage is for some people, just not me and I definitely don't have time for kids right now with my residency.
Thanks for being with us Katy! Best of luck in your stories. You can buy Love is a Fire on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Don't forget to add it to your to-be-read shelf on Goodreads. You can also stay-up-to-date on Lyssa Layne's new releases and chat with the characters from her stories on Facebook and Twitter.