Ghost Planet: Review and Guest Post with Sharon Lynn Fisher

I’m so happy to be able to welcome Sharon Lynn Fisher to the blog today. Sharon’s new book, Ghost Planet, just hit the shelves and not only was I able to get my hands on a copy but Sharon wrote a lovely guest post for us that just happens to mention a place I think a lot of us would love to travel to.

Kiss Me, I’m (Almost) Irish

Sharon Lynn FisherWhat is it with Ireland and writers? Lots of them come from there. Many of the rest of us would like to immigrate. Is it the weather? Nothing to do but write? Maybe so, but I live in Seattle and can get that right here.

Sure it’s gorgeous — rolling green hills dotted with sheep, stone fences, streams and lakes the color of Guinness. There are rainbows EVERY DAY. But you don’t want to get too comfy.

Because Ireland is also bleak and atmospheric. Moody and poetic. Storms, big waves, salty air. Dizzyingly high cliffs where people have fallen to their deaths when the fog rolled in. I grew up in tornado alley and I’ve never seen a storm as violent as the one my first night on a solo trip to Connemara. I thought the roof would blow off. It was the first time I’d ever experienced absolute dark — I lay in bed, window blinds open, and still could not see even the outline of my hand in front of my face. Except when the lightning came.

But guess what? If a day out in the elements or at the keyboard leaves your spirits a little low, Ireland has the world’s best pubs — friendly people, welcoming fires, and traditional music. Have you ever smelled a peat fire? Earthy, herbal, smoky indulgence. Especially if you’re sitting in a pub like this one, chatting up a friendly bartender named Roy and drinking Bailey’s or hard cider.

That sense you get in Ireland — of nature happening all around you, in ways you are powerless to predict or escape –definitely worked its way into the worldbuilding for Ardagh 1, the setting for my debut novel, GHOST PLANET (Tor Books).

And the hero of GHOST PLANET, psychologist Grayson Murphy, is an Irishman from County Cork. His character was inspired by the physicist hero in the film SUNSHINE, played by Irish actor Cillian Murphy, also from Cork. (The film was directed by Danny Boyle, who is more than half Irish himself.)

I create playlists for all of my projects, and when I’m finished I post them on Spotify and iTunes. The GHOST PLANET playlist includes songs from Dublin-based singer/songwriter Adrian Crowley, whose music evokes the Irish countryside with all its beauty and mystery. I also drew a lot of inspiration from the music of Glen Hansard (of The Frames and Swell Season) and Snow Patrol (part Irish, part Scottish).

How about you? Is there any place on the globe (other than the place you grew up) to which you feel you have a special connection? Maybe the place you think about when you’re wishing you were anywhere but work?

~Sharon

You can find Sharon at her website, on Facebook, on Twitter and at Goodreads.

Barbara: Hmm, aside from Eric Bana’s house in Melbourne (when his wife is gone, I’m not a total heathen!), I think Ireland would have to be it. :) Everyone else?

Ghost PlanetBy Sharon Lynn Fisher

Publisher: Tor Science Fiction
Publication Date: October 30, 2012
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance
Source: Publisher

Psychologist Elizabeth Cole prepared for the worst when she accepted a job on a newly discovered world—a world where every colonist is tethered to an alien who manifests in the form of a dead loved one. But she never expected she’d struggle with the requirement to shun these “ghosts.” She never expected to be so attracted to the charming Irishman assigned as her supervisor. And she certainly never expected to discover she died in a transport crash en route to the planet.

As a ghost, Elizabeth is symbiotically linked to her supervisor, Murphy—creator of the Ghost Protocol, which forbids him to acknowledge or interact with her. Confused and alone – oppressed by her ghost status and tormented by forbidden love – Elizabeth works to unlock the secrets of her own existence.

But her quest for answers lands her in a tug-of-war between powerful interests, and she soon finds herself a pawn in the struggle for control of the planet…a struggle that could separate her forever from the man that she loves.

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Goodreads Summary

So Halloween has passed and I thought I was done with stories that would raise the hair on my arms for another year. One chapter into Ghost Planet and I had goose pimples and until I closed the book, I felt like I was on a roller coaster of emotions – but I kept those goose pimples. This is a scary, smart, sexy story that occasionally had me doubting my own thoughts as I read.

Earth has become a polluted disaster and the need to find another planet to sustain life sent explorers out into space. John Ardagh found a planet similar to Earth that was full of vegetation and habitable and began a program to settle people there. They found a very disturbing effect once people arrived – a fully formed, solid replica of a person with some sort of relationship to them who’d died was “connected” to them on this new planet. Psychological problems developed when people engaged these so-called ghosts/aliens, so something called the Ghost Protocol was put into place, where Citizens were strongly encouraged not to speak to or acknowledge their ghosts.

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Release Day: Uncontrollable (Nature of Grace #2)

Uncontrollable is out today!

Uncontrollable is the second book in “The Nature of Grace” series by S.R. Johannes. Untraceable, the first book in the series, has won and been nominated for several awards including Winner of the 2012 IndieReader Discovery Award (YA), 2012 Georgia Author of the Year (YA Nominee), and a finalist in The Kindle Book Review’s “Best Indie Book of 2012 (YA)”.

Kirkus reviewed Untraceable as “A thrilling story is a dramatic entanglement of mystery, deception and teen romance. The action flows like a brisk mountain stream interspersed with rapids, holding suspense to last page.”

If you like a page turner, you will love this series!

Head over to Mundie Moms for a Big Uncontrollable Launch Party with tons of prizes and then over to SR Johannes’ blog for even more.

To continue on with the blog tour, check out the line up. SR will be talking about everything from marketing to writing to her books to personal interviews and there will be giveaways!

UncontrollableBy S.R. Johannes

Publisher: Coleman and Stott
Publication Date: September 24, 2012
Genre: Young Adult Action Mystery
Source: Author Tour

As Grace recovers from tragedy, her science class is chosen by Agent Sweeney at the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service to help with research on the new “Red Wolf Reintroduction Program”.

While she’s excited about helping with the conservation of the endangered wolves, Grace knows this means being outdoors in the worst winter recorded, in a place she no longer feels comfortable. It also means working closely with Wyn (her ex) and his annoying girlfriend (Skyler), a girl whose idea of getting close to nature is picking silk plants and growing fake plants.

After a couple of wolves show up dead, Grace almost quits. However, when a fellow project team member goes missing, Grace continues the assignment under a renewed suspicion that someone might be sabotaging the conservation program. She quietly begins to hunt for clues.

Little does she know, she is being hunted too.

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On Sale Now!

Uncontrollable is on sale in ebook and paperback at all major online booksellers, including Amazon, iBooks/Apple (coming soon), Smashwords and B&N.

If you haven’t read Untraceable yet, you can get it in ebook and paperback at Amazon, Apple, Smashwords and B&N.

*note – none of these are my own affiliate links

About the Author

S.R. JohannesS.R. Johannes is the author of award-winning and Amazon bestselling Untraceable (a teen wilderness thriller) and new tween paranormal, On The Bright Side. She has also published short novelettes as well as a teen romance anthology with 16 other authors titled, In His Eyes. Uncontrollable, the sequel to Untraceable, is scheduled for September 2012.

S.R. Johannes is a winner of the 2012 IndieReader Discovery Awards (Young Adult) and was also recently nominated for 2012 Georgia Author of the Year (Young Adult). Untraceable was also recently named a Finalist in The Kindle Book Review’s Indie Book of the Year (YA)

After earning an MBA and working in corporate America, S.R. Johannes traded in her expensive suits, high heels, and corporate lingo for a family, flip-flops, and her love of writing. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her dog, British-accented husband, and the huge imaginations of their little prince and princess, which she hopes- someday- will change the world.

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Holding On To Heaven: Excerpt

Holding on to HeavenHolding on To Heaven

By Keta Diablo


Genre: Historical (Erotic Elements)
Keta’s Keep (Blog)
Source: Blog Tour

When the blazing fires of revolt ravage the countryside, Lauren and Sage McCain are trapped amid the flames of destiny. The Civil War has crumbled a Nation, and the Dakota Sioux uprising has turned southern Minnesota into a violent battlefield. Holding on to Heaven is a story of love between two men and a woman, love between siblings, and love that crosses all boundaries and forges all cultures.

Source, Goodreads Summary

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Setup and Excerpt 1:
The Horse Race. Creed and Lauren race against one another at a family gathering. An experienced rider, Lauren soon realizes she can’t beat Creed unless she cheats.
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Through the pounding heartbeat in Lauren’s ears she realized she wanted Creed, wanted him like she’d never wanted another. Damn, had she lost her mind? The man reeked danger and abandon, would take her body quicker than . . . no, it wouldn’t be quick. He’d take her slow. Their love would be wild, crazy and passionate, all the things she’d yearned for, craved, in the dark solace of her dreams. Lord, how she wished she’d never laid eyes on the decadent man.

Brand’s calm voice pulled her from her tumultuous thoughts. “Time for that race, Lauren.” He rose and offered her his arm. “I’m placing my money on you.”

“I wouldn’t advise you do that.”

“You can beat Creed. Concentrate, and no matter how much you want to see if he’s about to run you over, don’t look back.”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek and nodded. “It’s going to take a miracle to win, isn’t it?”

“Miracles happen every day.” He brought his fingers to her face and brushed her cheek. “Ride like you rode against me today and you have a chance.”

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An indefinable feeling snaked through Creed’s gut when Brand walked forward with Lauren. Anna pressed her voluptuous breasts into his side and wished him luck, but he didn’t hear her words. Tired of Anna’s continual demands, the time had come for them to go separate ways. He’d known Anna for years, but only in the last several months had he succumbed to her fleshy curves. The woman had tried every wile known to female to rein him in, and all had failed. Although warm and eager, Anna had never held his interest for more than an hour or two. But then no woman had ever intrigued him the way Lauren McCain did.

He’d stifled the jolt of lust pedaling through his veins as she watched him during the meal. It had taken all his reserve to act detached while she sat beside his brother and flashed her cat-like eyes at him. He didn’t like the feelings she aroused in him. They left him sullen and edgy. Jesus, what in hell was wrong with him? He barely knew the she-cat with a tongue sharper than barbs.

Now, with every step she took toward him, the blood rushed to his groin. He wasn’t prepared for the vision she presented, the snug riding pants and filmy blouse. A dark brown ribbon held her hair back from her face and then tumbled down her back in a veil of burnished copper. The color of those silky tresses reminded him of autumn leaves. Brown eyes slanted upward at the corners, topped by arched brows that rose articulately depending on her expression. How had he missed that nuance when he’d committed to memory every other feature of her face?

Tall for a woman and thinner than smoke, he imagined running his hands down the small of her back, her perfect bottom and . . . hell, he had to stop thinking about fucking her all the time. He had to beat her in the race, and beat her he would. Smiling to himself, he savored the
thought of what it would be like to take her down a notch or two. Only then would that smirk be wiped from her lovely face—the I’m-better-than-you-sneer she flaunted now as she sashayed forward.

“Miss McCain, I hope you haven’t gorged yourself.” Inwardly, he smiled when color stained her cheeks. “I’d hate to see your mount weighted down for the final race.”

“Don’t worry about Adobe or me.” She spat the words and mounted. “We’re more than ready to leave you in our dust.”

The gold flecks in her eyes sparked. For a brief moment he forgot about the crowd and longed to yank her from the saddle and introduce her back to the dust she spoke of.

“To your success.” Creed raised his tankard of ale, downed it and set it on the ground near his feet. He spoke to Mason as he swung a leg over the saddle, his words confident and bold.

“Let’s be about it then.”

The crowd broke into rowdy whistles and then fell silent at Mason’s words. “On the count of three. One . . . two . . . three!”

The horses bolted at the retort of the pistol. Adobe and Creed’s black mare ran neck and neck to the opposite end of the field. Thick clumps of sod flew through the air from Adobe’s hooves as he sailed over the bundles in perfect sync with Creed’s mount. He dragged his gaze from her expert riding skills and concentrated on the race.

Someone obviously had warned her not to look over her shoulder. She rode low, close to the stallion’s mane her lush body one with the horse. The very air enveloping them groaned with a competitive edge he’d never felt before. The spitfire intended to beat him at any cost.

Although fleet of foot, his mare lacked size against the stallion. When they reached the bales at the far end of the field, his time had come to overtake her. Her stallion navigated the crazy-eight with ease, and so did the mare. His moment was at hand. As the mounts crossed over and headed for opposite sides, she dug her heels into Adobe’s side and drove him into the mare’s withers. His horse stumbled to her stifles, her frightened whinnies echoing through the air. Lauren pressed on without as much as a backward glance.

The mare found her footing and like her rider, rage spurned her onward. She made up for the precious lost seconds the reckless stunt had cost them, but not enough to charge over the finish line before the stallion.

The crowd went wild as the riders swept past them in a swirling haze of dust. Damn, the cheating bitch had won. Halting near the corral, Lauren dismounted and bolted from her mount.

Creed dogged her heels, so close, he saw her knees quake. “You cheated!” He advanced and poked a finger into her chest. “You could have killed me with that crazy stunt you pulled!”

She backed away, visibly shaken. “Whatever are you talking about? You lost, fair and square.”

He screamed so loud, she jumped. “Liar!”

“Your clumsy mount lost her footing and plowed into Adobe!” Their gazes locked, and in that infinitesimal moment, he lost pace with his breathing. “You, Creed Gatlin,” she said her voice quavering. “Were bested by a mere woman so live with it.”

“You’re no woman.” He didn’t know if he wanted to ring her slender neck or toss her to the ground and slam into her until she admitted that she cheated. “You’re a spoiled little bitch!”

An audible gasp fell from her lips before her brown eyes narrowed.

“You could never beat me fair and square and you know it.” He struggled to control his emotions. She’d beaten him in the race, albeit by cheating, but why did he sense she was beating him again now?

Her bottom lip trembled. He became aware of her childlike vulnerability, and his potent desire for her. The cutting remarks, the bold, confident persona were nothing more than a façade on her part. Her nearness sent his senses reeling―the scent of woman, horse and leather adding to the roaring chaos in his head. She stumbled on the words she tried to speak and tears filled her eyes.

“Leave, now,” he said. “Before I do something we’ll both regret.”

She raised her dainty chin and held his eyes for an eternity it seemed. Then her long lashes swept down across her cheeks before she bustled passed him in a cloud of dust.

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Keta is a multi-published author of paranormal, historical and occasionally gay fiction (paranormal). In 2009, her erotic romance Decadent Deceptions was a finalist in the RWA Molly contest. In 2010, Keta’s entry Phoenix Rising finaled in the Scarlet Boa contest and in 2011 Keta’s acclaimed paranormal shifter, Where The Rain is Made, was nominated by Authors After Dark for a BOOKIE AWARD AND by Deep In The Heart of Romance for BEST ROMANCE OF THE YEAR.

Many of her books, including her gay fiction series Crossroads have won numerous awards: Top Reviewer’s Pick, Recommended Read and Best Book of the Month.

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