Thursday, July 24, 2014

You have to be perfect, right? Wrong.


Gone are the days when I could just dream of writing full time and being published. I am published. The reality is never quite what you expect, no matter how many people you know who has published. Self publishing does not work for me (though I still have one out there) because of my weakness: marketing!

 

While growing up, I had this dream of writing by a lake (and painting for fun but that wasn't my job, writing was) while the children played off the docks and swam or fished. Notice no man around... *giggles* hmmm Maybe the beginning of another story... No internet worries, just writing and being published. Well, the reality is far different. For one, the advent of commonly used internet. Gone are the days of sending off paper manuscripts to agents (unless you have one who still requests them lol) and then leaving it in their hands. Emails fly, blogs need to be written, twitter, Facebook, tumbler, etc.

*groans* It's so not my dream.

 

Despite what many have said, you don't have to be a mastermind marketer and do everything yourself. It's like trying to edit yourself. No matter how good you are, you are likely missing something, or there are things you are doing wrong that you have no clue about. Right now, I exchange blogs with people, (and another thing I've not kept up on. Will be doing better!), have some promotion through my publishers, but it's still mostly left to me. I'm not good at this stuff. I'm in the process of setting up an exchange with someone. I give her a painting she dearly wants, and in return, she updates and keeps my website updated. I'm hoping this addition will help free up some worry time that I can turn to writing time again. I'm a prolific writer, yet editing (as an editor) and all the entrapments that go with having a book published have sucked all my time. It's hard to pull yourself out of that vortex and find balance, but it is on my list of things I want to accomplish this year) and will be doing it with a new company, but that is for another post).
 
 

That being said, I do think that, in this day and age, unless you are Laurel K Hamilton or the like, it is NECESSARY, not optional, to have Facebook author page (not a personal one—that is optional lol or you may have to have one, but you don't have to keep it current.) that is kept update and in which you engage with your readers, Twitter, a website, and preferably, another form with which to reach readers and for them to reach you—tumbler, google plus, what have you. Readers expect, no demand, more time and information about their authors.


So how to find balance? On top of being a writer, editor, and painter, I am also a mother of five (and a grandmother!!!) with age ranges from 23 down to 5. They all have health issues (as do I), I can't NOT market, or NOT write, or NOT edit, so painting suffered. I've discovered that when my painting suffered, I suffered. The stresses became too much. Something has to give. So I came up with the idea of bartering for my work. My paintings aren't cheap, so I'm not trying to sucker anyone. I'm looking at what services are worth, what my paintings are worth, and trying to find an equilibrium for all involved.

 

There are a lucky few who are as gifted at marketing as they are writing, and I think they look down on us that are not with a little snoot dripping. It is necessary to do marketing, but don't beat yourself up about it if you are not the be all and end all of advertising executives. We all have our talents; the trick is finding what works for you.

 

As a painter, I'm good with composition and color and design, but I suck at coding! I shouldn't have to spend a gazillion dollars and hours learning coding just to put up a website, unless of course it fascinates me and I enjoy it. I'd much rather spend those hours perfecting my craft and taking classes related to my chosen field.

 

This is all a pet peeve of mine that has eaten at me for awhile. It is unfair to expect everyone to be perfect at everything, and that applies to writers. There are things you need to do so that readers get a glimpse of you, and get to know you, but so much can be hired out. And sometimes it's expensive, but like for my serial starter, The Shot: The Traincoach of Death series, I spent 30 bucks for a cover reveal with Lady Amber Reviews. She rocked it! I was exposed to many new readers, and gained a few die hard fans from it. Even if I only made 2 new fans, well, if they buy the back list, and continue to buy the series, then I've more than made my money from it. Because people talk! So find the little thing you can start doing, and expand as money allows, so that your free time can be spent living the dream rather than beating yourself up about not being perfect on everything.

 

And that applies to all walks of life. Hire what you can afford to hire, so you can concentrate on what's important to you—like playing in the park with the kids.

 

That's how I find my balance.

 

 

 

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Free Print book giveaways! First up, The Ulfric's Mate

 
 
 
Hi!! Well, guess what? I've been a busy girl! I've done loads of things, from finishing a fancy dress that needs a fitting, 
 
 
 to finishing a super secret painting job,
(no, this is not the secret painting job. Just how thick do you think I am?!) *the above is painted with left over paints from the super secret job*, to putting out new books, to dealing with the over 100 degree heat with no air conditioner, and trying to replant my container garden which a neighbor kid destroyed, on top of health issues and physical therapy, let's just say my brain is a massive puddle of icky, sticky goo! Honestly, I'm trying to write! I had planned to have three shorts and panthers finished last month. Now it looks as if I'll have to do a major push to get it finished this month! Also, I had planned to do more blogging. Does it count that I did a few in my head? It's more than I was doing before LOL

Now, for the big deal. You have two days left to enter the Goodreads giveaway! This is for a print book, people! And, better yet, this one is open to GB, US, and CA!!!! So fly, my pretties! Add your name to the drop!

As you can see, although my amount of words have not been gratifying, I have been busy finding review quotes, getting print covers, setting up blog tours, marketing, etc for my writing. While all of this is a necessary evil (except getting the covers!! I love getting covers :D), and has to do with writing even, it does not fill the part of me that wants to be writing grand adventures and getting the world to read! Nor does it provide my brain with the outlet for the million and one worlds and people floating through it's head. I must get back to writing. I have it on my list now. Oh, what lists? Well see, I've started making lists. And they helped me through the horrific health issues this time. And though I still had bad side effects, I did much better! It also took less time to recover and become productive! I am a list making fool now! Watch out ;) World Domination in progress.

Now, since I haven't quite accomplished that bit, will you please enter and/or go buy your copy of the paperback, or, for the price of a good mocha, get your ebook here.

Anyway, time for me to go! Good luck :)

Friday, June 20, 2014

PRINT IS ON IT'S WAY!

So, tomorrow is a big day for me :D Many of you have walked this publishing road with me. I've been multi published, but it gets no less exciting! Tomorrow, I release my first book with Passion in Print...in ebook form :D The print version will be available in 14 days (or less if I'm lucky :D). FOURTEEN DAYS AND I'LL HAVE MY FIRST FULL LENGTH BOOK IN PRINT! This has been a dream of mine since I was little. And appropriately enough, it's a book that combines many of my favorite bits of literature, except sci fi. Sorry... Will work on that!

Here's the cover:
 
 
Isn't it brilliant!! I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. I've driven my poor editor to drink! LOL Here's a blurb:
 
 
 
There are sword fights, angels, demons, and more than can be said in all of creation. It's just the beginning!
 
I'm so excited about all of the writing stuff I have going on :D I am writing again, though never as much as I want to be. But having print books will keep me moving! This is the first of three for this year! I most definitely want to keep that coming so :D Off to write I go!
 
This will be available on ARe, Passion in Print, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo. ARe and Passion in Print tomorrow, the others whenever they feel like it LOL but usually within 3 days :D It's here, it's here!!
 
 
 
 


Saturday, April 5, 2014

Michele Stegeman ~ The Shrew that Tames

This week's Succulent Saturday Story is Michele Stegeman with The Shrew That Tames. I asked her to do a post on why she likes the regency era so much as she seems most comfortable writing in that period, in my opinion. A lovely lady, who also happens to be an artist (I have ideas for next time I have her on my blog!), I'm happy to present you with this regency author. Welcome Michele!


Thank you, Leona, for hosting me today. You asked why I like the Regency period so much. There are many reasons.

First, I can relate to the morality of the period. It's the way I was raised. In my family a woman lived at home until she married. Period. For me, the only exception was when I went to college. Even then, I was only 20 minutes from home and lived in a dorm where I had to be in by 10:00 p.m. No guys were allowed in the rooms or even in the hallways! One of my friends was expelled because she was seen leaving the apartment building where her boyfriend lived. This was not some strict religious school, either. It was a state university. But things have certainly changed there now!

Even at age 24, when I was engaged, I was not allowed to go to my fiancĂ©'s  apartment. I finally broke that rule the night before our wedding and it was so nice to be alone and talk.

In the Regency, most women were not educated beyond the basics plus some "finishing" school where they learned domestic arts and perhaps painting and music. When I was in junior high school girls took home economics, and boys took shop class. One of my friends bravely fought the system and was finally allowed to take shop, but everyone wondered why a girl would want to take that class! I was considered a bit strange because I loved math and science. I read science fiction by hiding it behind another book.

Growing up, I was supposed to be a perfect lady. Ladies wore skirts. Even on the coldest winter days with the wind whistling and legs exposed, we had to wear skirts. Fortunately, the skirts were mid calf and there were lots and lots of slips and crinolines to help keep warm! Gloves and hats were worn to church and on special occasions even in the hottest weather.

Part of being a lady was deportment, or behavior. I was never allowed to use "bad" words. Frankly, I didn't even know any. I was also not supposed to know anything about "the birds and the bees." And I really didn't know much. If I did hear and "get" an "off color" joke, I had to pretend I didn't! A lady was innocent.

Just as in the Regency, women were expected to be dependent  on a man, and men came first. Growing up, I knew that the only way I could get a loan from a bank was if a man, husband or father or brother, signed for me. Few careers were open to women, mainly teaching or nursing. If you wanted to be anything else, you had to fight for it.

I also love the Regency period because, like any historical period before WWI, horses were a main form of transportation. I love horses. And I love the pace of the period. Things seemed slower then and there was more time for family just like when I was growing up. Letters were written by hand and so welcome. I remember my grandmother sitting down to write letters every evening, keeping up a steady correspondence. I wrote a lot of letters, too.

These are just a few reasons why I love the Regency. I feel at home there!
 
 
 
Thank you Michele! I love receiving a glimpse inside an author's mind :) You can get your copy from your favorite retailer! Here are a few links for you:
 
 
Want a peek at her cover? Of course you do!
 
 
Blurb and links:
What's an impoverished aristocrat to do when a beautiful heiress asks him to marry her?
Katherine is an heiress who uses her shrewish tongue to keep fortune hunters away. But what is it about Lord Ashfair that leaves her speechless?
Although in need of money, Peter Monroe, Marquis of Ashfair, has resolved to restore his ravaged estates on his own. How can he convince Katherine that he wants her, not her money?
Buy Links for The Shrew That Tames

All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theshrewthattames-1447787-340.html
 
Want a little taste of what you'll get before you buy? *grins* I have an excerpt for you... Be sure to say hi to our Saturday Succulent Stories author :)
The evening of the Harrington's ball, Ashfair and Sir Anthony escorted the Driscol sisters and their mother to the event. Bianca was besieged at once, and her dance card filled quickly.
Katherine stood to the side, watching her sister's card fill.
Ashfair bowed over her hand. "Will you do me the honor of adding my name to your card, Miss Driscol?"
She clutched her card tighter, her head up. "Really, my lord, you do not have to dance with me simply because you are my escort."
His brow went up. The men in this town were all fools if they would dance with such a lovely woman only to edge closer to her money or her sister and not herself. How many times had she been hurt because of it? "You are right, of course. I have to dance with you because I want to see what it is like to hold you in my arms. There are two waltzes this evening. Please put my name beside one of them. And if you will honor me with a second dance, the quadrille would be nice."
As she added his name to her card, he bent to whisper, "I wish I could dance more than twice with you."
"You are entirely too forward, my lord." He heard her set down. However, he also saw the blush that tinged her cheeks. He tried not to smile, but he was beginning to enjoy teasing a blush into her cheeks.
Katherine had a smattering of attention, mostly, Ashfair thought, from those hoping to win Bianca's approval. He was amazed Katherine could be so easily disregarded. True, she could wield a waspish tongue, but every set down she rendered was, in his opinion, well deserved.
At last they began the quadrille, and Ashfair led Katherine onto the dance floor. As they went through the forms of the dance, he noticed that she became transformed. Her features softened, she gracefully floated, and pleasure sparkled in her eyes.
"You love to dance!" he exclaimed.
Laughing, she agreed. "I always have."
The movements took them apart for a moment. When they came together again he said, "A smile or two from you and your dance card would be full."
Her mouth pursed. "And be forced to endure every crack-wit fortune hunter in the place with sweaty hands and a penchant for writing bad verses to my eyes?" She shook her head. "I'd rather be a wallflower."
Surely by now she knew he was one of those fortune hunters. He pulled her close. "You are dancing with me."
She tossed her head. "You do not have sweaty hands, my lord."
"And so far, I have failed to write a single ode to your eyes. What a dastardly escort I am."
"Yes, terrible." She laughed.



***EDIT***
So I was gone most of the day with personal stuff. However, Michele left me a message! She's going to give away your choice of Fortune's Foe or Fortune's Pride to a lucky commenter!!! You have until Monday night to enter :D Tell your friends!!
 
 
 

 

 

Monday, March 17, 2014

Lucky Blog Hop~end

My brother loved St Patrick's Day. He was so full of life, so full of cheer. And the least judgmental person of his generation, and any generation really, that I've ever met. He died in 2009 at 25 years old. No one should die at that age. But I was lucky to have known him.

I was adopted. It's not the greatest love story, or luck story, but I was able to get out of a really bad situation. My brother was the first baby born after the adoption. He was my tie, my link. I adored the little baby born in a blizzard in February. His laughter made a lot of people smile. He made me welcome. I would likely never have even met him if I hadn't been adopted.


I feel privileged to have loved him, met him, to call him brother. To you, my brother. This one is for you. Cheers!

Thank you for believing in me and leaving behind such an incredible legacy of love, laughter, and life.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

HK Sterling ~ A Taste for Killing

***Quick note: Three days of Lucky In Love Blog Hop. The first day falls on my Succulent Saturday Stories, so my guest is lucky again :D Glad you stopped by!***

As many of you know, I freelance edit and edit for Breathless Press, Just Ink, and now Three World productions. During the course of my freelance work, I had the good fortune to edit for HK Sterling, under another writing name. I am pleased as punch to be showcasing her now with this tantalizing suspense novella. It's fun and quirky and I think you'll love the characters. And guess what? I've already had the great fortune to read the sequel :D *yes, that is a brag*

Here she is and count yourself luck to have read her!

Twelve Things You Probably Don't Know About H.K. Sterling

1. She's female!
2. She bungee jumped to celebrate one of her birthdays. The second time she dove off backwards.
3. She holds a Bachelor and Master's Degree.
4. She once interviewed a former Major General in the KGB.
5. She's been to South America.
6. She's also been to Mexico, Canada, and Kauai.
7.The day after getting her Master's Degree, she loaded up her furniture and drove across the country to move to California. She did this with no job waiting and $2000 to her name.
8. She once lived in a commune.
9. She now lives on the East Coast with her husband.
10. She's been keeping a dream diary since 1982.
11. Holy Crap, she's OLD.........ISH
12. Her current favorite songs are below:
 
Counting Stars- One Republic http://youtu.be/hT_nvWreIhg
Say Something- A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera http://youtu.be/-2U0Ivkn2Ds
Love Don't Die- The Fray http://youtu.be/WptxUWvrINQ
Sail- AWOL Nation http://youtu.be/gH2efAcmBQM
Same Love- Mary Lambert http://youtu.be/NhqH-r7Xj0E
Impossible- Shontelle http://youtu.be/NWdrO4BoCu8
Holy Grail- Jay Z Feat. Justin Timberlake http://youtu.be/6AIdXisPqHc
Desolation of Smaug- Ed Sheeran http://youtu.be/mllXxyHTzfg
 


 
 


A Taste For Killing

By H.K. Sterling

Excerpt

He had six-pack abs, and I wanted to feel the carbonation. This one dressed like the stereotype of a construction worker, down to the handkerchief he used to wipe sweat off his forehead. I don't know if he or the hot day brought it out, but sweat poured off of me too. He had no interest in me as a person, though. I was invading his territory. Still, I enjoyed the view. For my part, I knew my clothes looked crappy. I didn’t have to wear uniforms anymore, but my street clothes, well they were very—street. So there I stood, a turd in the sun in front of this Adonis. Oh well.

He pointed to a small trailer up a muddy hill. The supervisor I asked to see apparently stayed in there. Stayed, as in never left. Great. Mud. Now I'd be a dried turd in the sun. Adonis went back to digging and I started the trek up the hill. At least I came with boots. Steel toed.

Once I made it to the trailer, I heard an argument going on inside.

"Look, I don't care who you are. The plans are publically filed. Go get them yourself!" yelled someone.

Then I heard a voice I knew. Calm, cool, subversive. "Is there any reason you're being so difficult? A man did die on your watch."

An encounter I hadn’t planned on. Well, at least not until later tonight. I knocked loudly on the door and with my sweetest voice said, "Hello, boys. Am I interrupting something?"

"Great," groused the supervisor. "A party." He appeared to me like another stereotype, puffing on a cigar over a fat jowl line and rotund stomach that threatened to overturn the small desk he was behind. I guess there's a reason for stereotypes. He looked about four hamburgers away from a heart attack.

On a wooden chair in front of the supervisor sat Jack. A fellow independent detective, an ally at times, a competitor...and my on and off lover.

"Well, well, well," he said smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. Not here. It meant we were both working the same case. "Hello, Carolyn. Who hired you?"

"Parents."

"Girlfriend," he answered back.

We stared at each other. Complications.

The supervisor didn’t give a damn and said to me, "Well, missy, I'll tell you the same thing I told this guy." He jerked his thumb around to Jack. "The plans are publically filed and that’s all I have to say about it."

I tried a different tactic. "That’s fine with me. I have no problem going downtown for a copy." I wore my practiced, saccharine smile. "But I wonder, could you tell me the name of the architect? Please?" I smiled again. God, this job sucks at times.

The supervisor sighed. "Jones, Evan Jones."

"Thank you so much," I said, smiling my best smile again. "I'll get out of the way and leave you two boys to...whatever you were doing."

I opened the door to go and started to shut it only to find Jack following me out.

"Sure, flash your tits and get what you want." Boy was he in a bad mood.

"There was no tit flashing in there. Face it, testosterone was not a good choice in that situation."

Jack's response: a grunt.

"Besides," I tried to placate him, "I didn’t get the plans either."

"No, you did one better."

"That's assuming the architect will have anything to do with me and cooperate." A thought occurred to me. "So are you going there too?"

"No, I might as well wait and see what you turn up. Besides, I have my own leads."

"Are you planning to share?" Just call me hopeful. As in full of shit, because that’s where hope always seemed to lead.

"No," he said, still grumpy.

"I see. So it's gonna be like that."

"I guess so."

 I felt like such a female. Damn. But I had to ask.

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"Yeah."

I wasn’t convinced but didn’t push it. God, sometimes I hated myself. But we were good together—when it was good—when his competitive edge didn’t get the better of him. Though I was one to talk. I did the same thing at times. Hence our on and off status. But currently we were supposed to be on. So, I kept it light in the spirit of things to come.

"Okay, master detective, I'll leave you to your leads. See ya."

"See ya," he replied, already preoccupied, pondering a piece of paper he'd taken from his pocket.

I made my way down the hill in my muddy boots.







H.K. Sterling

BIOGRAPHY

 

H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with imagination, intelligence, a kick, and twist endings. H.K. likes to focus her writing on suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. Sometimes her writing may even go dark. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Mystery/Thriller out: A Taste For Killing; and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology: My Bloody Valentine. Her new book, A Taste For Danger has just been accepted for publication and H.K will also soon publish a short-short titled Eyes Only. H.K.'s books are suitable for 18+. You can contact H.K. on the following social media:

Catch up with H.K. Sterling on the following media:


Twitter: @HKSterling

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/HK-Sterling/426989014069244?ref=hl

Email: HK.Sterling@aol.com

HK Sterling "Undercover Blog": http://hksterling1.blogspot.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/HKSterling

 

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Faberge Nostromo, As Dreams Are Made On




Hi everyone :)

Today we have Faberge visiting us in his first ever f/f romance. And it's a doozy. He tells you a little about how the story came about, so I'll leave that to him. :)



*sniffs and grabs the hanky* Also a proud author moment for me. And he doesn't know it, but I'm currently writing another sci-fi, trying so hard to finish it by end of this weekend... *wails in happy author moment* Thank you Faberge!!

 Now for the star of this Succulent Saturday Stories. :D

It's so lovely to be here with Leona today. She's been enormously supportive of my writing and I am hugging her to bits over t'interweb.

So, I want to talk about As Dreams Are Made On, my sci-fi F/F update of Shakespeare's The Tempest (I like to think it's where the Bard might have taken it had he seen Star Trek) and the authors who've helped it on its way.

It was kicked off by a Facebook group floating the idea of a Shakespeare inspired anthology of short stories. The Tempest has long been a favourite of mine from when I saw the 50s SF movie 'Forbidden Planet' and someone explained that it was Shakespeare in space. I've seen the Royal Shakespeare Company do it with Patrick Stewart (Captain Jean Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise) as Prospero.

I was also inspired by Leona's "The Captain's Christmas" but I've not told her that... yet. I wondered how romance in space might play so I read it to get a steer. My Captain Jane Ferdinand's not like Leona's Captain Faraway Hastings though, but I think they might get on.

As Dreams Are Made On also features a very adaptable android, R.E.L., and writing his interaction with both Captain Ferdinand and Miranda, my marooned alien girl, took me a few light years out of my comfort zone. Who better to check that with than Doris O'Connor, author of many, many books but especially "Man-Droid The Orgasmatron"? She didn't actually laugh out loud or suggest I bin it so I carried on.

I dived into Shakespeare on my kindle and hit Wikipedia and Google for dates, events and themes in Shakespeare and for images to inspire me. I also revisited Forbidden Planet and a lot of Star Trek. That wasn’t hard though as I am a total Trekkie and frankly, once I typed the word "bo'sun" it practically wrote itself.

Last, but soooo not least, port of call—or space port of call, I suppose—was Raven McAllan who, despite usually going nowhere near space, androids or starships in her work has written enough romance novels to stretch from here to the Andromeda nebula (and that's a long way). She really is the go-to girl on style, structure and steaminess. She snipped at a few –ing words here and there and also didn't laugh out loud.

Thank you all, ladies. As Dreams Are Made On wouldn’t have happened without you. I hope you like it.

 

BLURB -

A stricken starship, a captain lost in space; a beautiful alien girl, marooned and adrift in time; the perfect robotic servant. Can he help them come together and find the space and time for love?

Faberge Nostromo takes Shakespeare's 'The Tempest' far into the future and onto a world where two women find that love, with the aid of a very capable android, can be such a thing as dreams are made on.

EXCERPT -

 

"I am a woman, Miranda. Flesh and blood. The same as you."

Miranda breathed in slowly, her gaze flitting from Ferdinand's eyes to her lips.

"Yes. Yes. You are. Captain, kiss me again."

Ferdinand sought Miranda's mouth now, more eagerly, and darted her tongue inside. The kiss was full and deep, both girls probing and tussling with their tongues as Ferdinand ran her fingers through Miranda's long purple tresses. Miranda put a hand on the small of Ferdinand's back, pushing harder, and with her other hand stroked Ferdinand's neck. She used her hands to explore every inch of Ferdinand's back and shoulders, gently sliding over the silver of her uniform, tracing her spine and muscles through the tight material, kneading and caressing in turn.

Their mouths parted, tongues teasing until Ferdinand leaned to one side and danced a series of butterfly kisses on the smooth blue skin of Miranda's neck and throat. Miranda gasped and slid her hand around from Ferdinand's back and inched toward the curve of her breast.

"Captain..." Miranda whispered.

"Jane. It's Jane," Ferdinand replied in between the pattern of kisses she was placing on Miranda's neck. Miranda inched her fingers toward Ferdinand's breast until they gently brushed the smooth lower curve. She stopped.

"Jane, should I..."

"Yes, Miranda," Ferdinand replied. She placed a hand on Miranda's and gently moved it up until Miranda's slim blue fingers covered her breast. "Let your emotions and desires tell you what to do."

Ferdinand's nipple hardened as Miranda gently explored the curve and outline of her breast through the tight silver of her uniform. Ferdinand released her hand and placed her own on Miranda's pert, firm breast, feeling her nipple already hard through the silk. She circled the tight button with her thumb and felt Miranda mirror her movements.

They kissed again, deeply, as each felt the other's soft curves and hard nipples, Miranda's fingers exploring, Ferdinand's confident and insistent. Ferdinand was wet now and wanted those smooth blue fingers to explore inside her. She knew she had to gently lead Miranda there, to teach her, guide her.





 

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Faberge Nostromo grew up in the East End of London before escaping to East Anglia. He has been a civil servant, a tea boy, sound engineer, a librarian and an IT consultant but always knew that he was a writer. He now lives deep in the heart of Suffolk with his wife, son and too many guitars.




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