Friday, February 28, 2014

Thank you for helping me promote my book, Erin and Danielle! (a video and a blog tour)

 
You may have noticed that I've added a list of "service providers" to the blog. Many of them are also fellow authors. What can I say? Creative people don't stick to one art form...unless that person is me!
 
I include the awesome Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba because she organized this week's cover reveal for The China Doll. And if you don't think that's work, you haven't worked with me before! (Remember, there's still time to enter the giveaway!) She's also a talented writer, designer, marketer and all around web gal. (I've got big plans for her.)

Here you'll see why I included my good friend Erin Cawood, who in addition to writing reams of pages and holding down a full-time job is also studying all aspects of website production. (Oh the possibilities...)


 
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Broken City by D.D. Chant (Post Apocalyptics/Dystopia/Romance) (Spotlight and Excerpt)

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Cover - Broken City

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TITLE – Broken City  

SERIES – Broken City  

AUTHOR – D.D. Chant  

GENRE – Post Apocalyptic/Dystopia/Romance  

PUBLICATION DATE – 2011  

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 97,187  

PUBLISHER – Self Published  

COVER ARTIST – Laura Tunstall

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Deeta Richards has never seen the outside world. Before she was born a banking crisis brought civilization to an end and now no one leaves the safety of the compounds unless they need to, but Deeta still dreams of seeing more than the building she was born in.

Tom is in the guard, this group are the only people that the tribal elders allow to leave the compound and Tom knows only too well that Deeta could never survive the harshness that exists outside. Then tragedy strikes and Deeta and her Sister Jan find themselves captured by a hostile tribe. Why does Tom know so much about these people? And why do they know so much about him? As this mystery draws to a climax, they discover that their friend Tom is not quite what he seems.....

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TITLE – Broken Truce 

SERIES – Broken City  

AUTHOR – D.D. Chant  

GENRE – Post Apocalyptic/Dystopia/Romance 

PUBLICATION DATE – 2014  

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 94,403  

PUBLISHER – Self Published 

COVER ARTIST – Kate Lacey

TOUR-BOOKSYNOPSIS

Life isn’t turning out the way Deeta thought it would. With the Lewises defeated and peace between the tribes, she’d believed that the dark times were in the past.

However, troubles between the tribe continue and the Andak council has selected Tom as ambassador and chief spokesmen to the other tribes.

Deeta knows that there is still much resentment against the Andak, that Tom is in danger every time he leaves the safety of Andak city.

Struggling with her own her own complicated feelings against the tribe that she is now a part of, Deeta tries to ignore the changing attitudes growing within her.

Then Tom is betrayed and with the whole City thrown in to great danger, Deeta finds that reality can’t be ignored forever…

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EXCERPT
 

Broken City (Broken City, #1)

I’m not sure how it happens, but the next thing I’m aware of is the faintly groggy feeling you get when you’ve been woken from sleep quickly. A glance at the clock tells me that forty minutes have gone by, yet the room is still silent, with no noise to rouse me from what had obviously been a deep sleep. I stand up and meet my own eyes in the mirror above the fire place. I’m staring at myself in a dazed kind of way, when I realise that mine is not the only figure reflected in its polished surface.
I suppose it must have been the second time he walked through this room and the first time he didn’t notice me curled up in the depths of the large arm chair. He seems quite as shocked as I am to find he’s not alone.
A full second elapses before I utter a strangled scream and leg it through the door and into the passage way. The first thing I come across is another camouflaged figure and my panic ratchets up a notch. I think of the children, who in about fifteen minute’s time, will joyfully be free of the shackles of their lessons.
The two soldiers are behind me, so only way to go is up the stairs. The knowledge that I am leading the intruders towards the children, rings in my head. With the sound of pursuit hideously loud in the stairwell, coherent thought is proving difficult. I’m half way up the forth flight when I hear Dec’s jubilant voice proclaiming himself the winner of some unseen race.
“Dec, run!” My voice cracks and my throat, already sore, tightens.
Dec’s voice exclaiming above my head is cut short as he sees my pursuers. I hear the door onto the stairwell open and close above me and a moment later something hit the floor behind me with a dull thud. A cheer reverberates around the walls.
Dec, bless him, hadn’t run away when I told him to, instead he’d brought a large book from the school room above and hurled it at one of my attackers. As that soldier was at this very moment out cold on the steps, I guess his aim must have been pretty accurate.
The last of the men is felled by some sort of encyclopaedia, this time lobbed by Roydon. I reach the landing they are standing on, completely out of breath. Roydon and Dec seize a hand each and drag me after Ricky who is holding Tarri in his arms and has Carris’s hand tucked in his.
From the direction in which they are going, I think their destination is Ralph’s house. But we keep running into the strangers that have breached the building and our efforts bring us almost full circle. We come to a standstill in one of the rooms with a connecting door and pause breathlessly.
“Who are they?” whispers Roydon.
“I don’t know, but they have some pretty neat kit,” answers Ricky. He relinquishes Tarri into Carris’s arms and places an ear to the door. “Ssh — someone’s coming!”
Ricky steps back a little from the door and we all wait expectantly. Sure enough it begins to open, Ricky waits until it is almost half way before he kicks it shut with all his might. We turn and run though the connecting door in to the room on the other side and out on to the corridor beyond. We are tantalisingly close to Ralph’s house.
How it happens I hardly know, but as Dec passes the open door of the school room, he is dragged kicking and screaming through the door by unseen hands. I scream and pull as hard as I can on the handle, but it won’t move. I realise they must have locked it behind them. Ralph’s door is just a little further on and I grab Ricky’s arm.
“Ricky, take the children to Ralph and stay there.”
“But…”
I don’t know what he had been going to say, but he stops abruptly and nods.
As I turn and run down the hallway I hear them banging on the Clark's door.
There is no sign of Dec when I enter the school room, but from the knocked over chairs it is obvious that there has been some struggling. I run through the next two rooms desperately and hear, in the distance, Dec’s voice raised in protest. I burst into the corridor to find him struggling madly with one of the camouflaged soldiers. Picking up a stool from the room I have just come through, I use it to hit the man around the head. He sinks to the floor moaning and I taking Dec’s hand. We run down the passage, around the corner and up the steps, slap bang into more of the soldiers.
Instinctively I push Dec behind me, below their visors I see derision in the soldier’s faces and when they step forwards, they pull us apart easily. Trying to tear away from the vice like grip on my arm, I pull my knee up into the soldier’s stomach. His smirk changes quickly to a snarl of pain and my struggles become more desperate. I manage to free an arm long enough to punch him in the face. I must admit to a feeling of gratification as blood begins to trickle from his nose.
There is blinding pain as his fist connects with my face, slapping it sharply sideways and causing me to lurch backwards. I fall to the floor and it’s only Dec screaming my name that brings me groggily to my feet. I am rewarded by a merciless grip on my arm, forcing it behind me and well up my back as the soldier drives me heavily into the wall. I slip to the floor weakly, again hearing Dec’s voice calling to me. The sound grows gradually fainter, until my eyes close and I hear nothing. 
 

Broken Truce (Broken City, #2)

 
The keys jangle in the lock and the soldier pulls the door open, his grin displaying gaps where his two front teeth should have been.
“Well come on, stop hiding in the shadows, no need to be scared of me.”
Tom doesn’t answer him but walks past him and in to the room beyond. Presented with Tom’s back the soldier seems to lose what little sense he has, he launches himself at Tom. Tom twists away from him, catching his collar as he passes and ramming him in to the opposite wall.
A dull crack fills the room as the soldier’s head connects with stone work, he collapses, sinking to his knees and groaning. With a sharp expletive, the second soldier comes at Tom slowly, very cautiously.
They circle each other measuringly, looking for weaknesses, for any opening. This soldier is younger than the first, not so beefy, but still strong. He holds back, studying Tom even as Tom studies him.
He’s better trained, Tom realises, not the mindless thug that usually passed for a Lewis soldier. This man had been taught caution, to think three moves ahead of his opponent. This man was dangerous, but he used his brain, so maybe there was a chance that he could be reasoned with.
“We don’t have to do this.” Tom holds his hands up, palms outward. “I’ll go back into my cell and we can forget this happened.”
The soldier smiles menacingly.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you; to get your own way here, just like you do in the City.”
His left hand falls to his waist and he pulls free a six inch long blade. One edge is curved down into a point, the other carved into jagged notches that gleam in the artificial light. Tom’s face loses all expression, his hands curl into fists and he raises them slightly.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“What’s wrong?” spits the soldier tauntingly. “Are you scared?”
Tom’s eyes never waver from the face, filled with fury, before him.
“You fight with fists the worst you’re going to get is some bruises, maybe a few broken bones, but you had to go and pull and knife. One of us is going to end this bleeding.” Tom’s voice drops, his tone blank. “It won’t be me.”
The soldier laughs, an angry, mocking sound.
“Arrogant son of a…”
Before the soldier can say another word, Tom’s fist crashes into his mouth silencing him abruptly. He staggers back, eyes dilated in shock.
“If you want to make it out of this fight alive, I suggest you leave my mother out of this.”
“You crazy bas…”
Tom’s eyes snap coldly.
“I mean it; you’ll leave my mother out of this if you want to continue breathing.”
With a quick thrust, the soldier slashes his knife through the air. Tom jerks back and pivots, catching hold of his knife arm. They sway together dangerously, crashing into chairs and the table.
It isn’t a pretty fight, there’s no time to do anything but react, and more than once Tom finds himself deflecting the blade at the last possible second. They struggle together a little longer, beginning to pant as their exertion slows them down a little.
Tom reflects grimly that if he wasn’t being so careful about hurting the guy, he would have finished him already. He couldn’t cause the brute too much damage, it would only mean more trouble in the long run, more of these pointless, posturing fights.
Tom knew if he gave in to his desire to have it over and done with quickly, it would become a point of honour, and the rest of the soldiers would consider it their duty to grind the prisoner into the ground. That was the last think he needed, he had enough to worry about without taking gladiatorial events in to account.
Ned’s voice interrupted his thoughts, calling out a frantic warning and Tom turned just in time to see the first solder, recovered from his close inspection of the wall, baring down on him with a chair levelled at his head.
Tom has no time to avoid the blow, but raises his arm slightly to deflect it from his head to his right shoulder. The force sends him reeling backward, clutching at his arm. The first soldier stands, the chair now a splintered wreck in his hands, and glares Ned.
“You warned him.” His voice is filled with shock.
Ned’s eyes widened in fear, and his mouth opens and closees a few times without any sound coming out.
“What’s wrong with you, shrimp?” The furious soldier advances on the boy slowly. “Forgotten whose side you’re on, have you?”
Ned backed away nervously, his hands rising in a pleading gesture.
“C-captain Max said…”
“Captain Max said,” mimics the soldier. “Take a look around you, shrimp: Captain Max isn’t here.”
He makes a lunge for the boy, catching him by the collar, but Ned manages to twist away. He skids across the floor to stand beside Tom, his retreat only making the two soldiers angrier. With a deft flick of his wrist, the second soldier throws his knife and Ned closes his eyes, bracing himself for the pain of impact.
The moments pass and the boy pries one eye open.
Tom’s arm is stretched out in front of him, on a level with Ned’s throat. The knife is buried deep in his forearm, blood beginning to ooze from wound to drip on the floor. The room is silent, Ned’s horrified gaze transfers from the gruesome sight of the blade protruding from Tom’s arm, to Tom’s white face and icy expression. He coldly appraises the men before him, and the two soldiers expressions fill with horror and fear.


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Hi everyone! My name is Dee Dee, I’m twenty six and I live in a beautiful part of Devon, England with my family. I have a younger sister, Amy who is a brilliant guitar player, some chickens, duck, geese, pheasants, a cat (that adopted us when we moved in!!!) and some Koi.

Broken City is actually my second novel. My first, as my Aunt so delicately put it, was crazy. In my defence I was only sixteen when I wrote it. On the plus side I learnt a lot (or so I hope) and two years later ‘Broken City’ was finished. Due to the support I have received from readers I have just finished the next book in the Broken City series, Broken Truce!

I have another book, ‘The Promise’, which is set in Saxon England is the beginning of a series. I’ve just begun to edit the next book and I’m really looking forward to releasing it. My third series is called The Chronicles of Discord. The first book, 'Fracture', is set in the distant future and tells the story of Astra, a young woman with a very big secret.

I have just finished the second book in the series and it’s currently awaiting editing. I really hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them.

I love reading and have a kindle: I read almost anything with adventure and romance in it! I also like to cook and wear impractical high heels!!! And as you might have noticed I have a horrible addiction to exclamation marks!!!

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PLAYLIST
All of Adele's songs!!!
Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts
Lana Del Rey - Video Games
U2 - I will Follow
Black Eyed Peas - Lets Get it Stared.
Kaiser Chiefs – Ruby
No Min Woo - Trap
Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
Muse - Supermassive Black Hole
My Chemical Romance - I don't love you
Pendulum - Watercolour
Example - Changed The Way You Kiss Me
Pitbull ft. T-Pain - Hey Baby
Tinie Tempah & Eric Turner - Writen In The Stars
Owl City - Fireflies
 
 
SOUNDTRACK
 
Broken City
 
1.     Gentian – Broken City
2.     Skillet – Awake and Alive
3.     Evanescence – Bring me to life
4.     The All American Rejects – Can’t take it
5.     Fireflight – Forever
6.     Gentian – Without a Choice
7.     Seven Cities – It’s You I’m Calling
8.     Apocalyptica & Brent Smith – Not Strong Enough
9.     A-ha - The Sun Always Shines On T.V.
 
Broken Truce
 
1.     Seven Cities – This Time Won’t Come Again
2.     Seven Cites – Crawl
3.     David Guetta ft. Sia – Titainium
4.     Keene – Somewhere Only We Know
5.     Nickleback – Saving Me
6.     Lee Mead – Paint it Black
7.     Gentian – Finished
8.     Jem – 24

 

 
 
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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

The New Pioneers: a 30 second video

I know I just revealed my cover yesterday, but I can't resist talking about my series still more. (Is that wrong?)

Here is a brief video I made to explain the series, courtesy of Animoto.

If nothing else, I love the music.



Enjoy!

PS. Don't forget: you have five days to sign up for my newsletter (which I only use to announce new releases) so you can be entered to win a $10 Amazon gift card.

Monday, February 24, 2014

At long last, the cover of The China Doll!


BOOK THREE
The China Doll
By Deborah Nam-Krane
Genre: Mystery/suspense

 
Hypocrisy, half truths and lies... 
 
Sick of being treated like she's going to break, Jessie Bartolome is back to her old ways and calling everyone on their hypocrisy. Sheesh! One little breakdown and even easygoing Martin Shepard thinks she's too fragile to handle their age difference. Good thing her older and equally yummy teaching assistant Robert Lester thinks otherwise…right? 
 
After spending so long cleaning up after everyone else, Jessie's cousin Richard has never had the time to start a life of his own. However had he managed to find his girlfriend Zainab? So what is Richard going to do now that everyone else has grown up? Marry Zainab and start a family? Things have never been that easy for a Hendrickson…just ask his cousin Michael.
 
Richard's mother, Lucy, is one of the most powerful women in Boston... so when is she going to put a stop to the blackmail ruthless Alex Sheldon has been holding over her for years? And if Richard knows more than he's letting on, why hasn't he gone after Alex himself? The question is, how much does he- or anyone else- really know? 
 
Welcome to the Bartolome/Hendrickson family. 
 
The China Doll is Book Three in The New Pioneers Series
 

EXCERPT
 
“My dad drowned. My mom died in her sleep.”
“How old was she?”
“About twenty-six.” Jessie shuddered just a little bit. “Just a little older than Miranda is now.”
“That’s awfully young to die in your sleep.”
“Heart condition, they said.”
“Who’s they?”
“Richard and Lucy.” Jessie shook her head. “No. Just Richard.”
“What did your aunt say?”
“Nothing,” Jessie said quietly. “She just let Richard do all the talking.”
“How old was he?”
Jessie sighed. “Thirteen, I think.”
“And how old were you?”
“Four.”
“So how do you know you remember it correctly?”
Jessie looked at him square in the eye. “Because you know when you’re that age. When you’re a little kid, you don’t have to go through the apologetic BS you do when you’re older. When you’re eight, even. You just get it. And people think you’re crazy or in the way or rude because you get it and then you say it. So then no one wants to talk to you or they send you to your room. Then you start making up excuses for why they must be right and you must be wrong. Then you grow up, and you realize that you had it right back then, and if your world seems messed up, it’s because you bought into someone else’s lies. So don’t lie anymore, and everything will be just fine.”
“And when did you come to that nugget of wisdom?”
“When I was fifteen,” Jessie said quietly. “And I’ve been very happy ever since.”
 


BOOK ONE
The Smartest Girl in the Room
Genre: Coming of Age

Nineteen year old Emily wants her college diploma fast, and she's going to get it. But when the perfect night with perfect Mitch leads her to a broken heart, Emily is blind to her vulnerability. When the person she cares about the most is hurt as a result, Emily's ambition gives way to more than a little ruthlessness. She's going to use her smarts to take care of herself and protect the people she loves, and everyone else had better stay out of her way. But shouldn't the smartest girl everyone knows realize that the ones she'd cross the line for would do the same for her?


BOOK TWO
The Family You Choose
Genre: Family Saga

Miranda Harel has been in love with her guardian Alex Sheldon since she was five years old, and Michael Abbot has despised them both for just as long. When Miranda finds out why she wants both men out of her life for good and questions everything she believed about where and who she came from. Finding out the truth will break her heart. Without family or true love, will her friends be enough to bring her back?
 
 
  
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Friday, February 21, 2014

Lover, Divine by A. Star (The Oracle of Delphi Series)



Lucky me- I got an advanced review copy of this book. (The fact that I stalked the author for a couple of months before might have been helpful.) As readers of this blog know, I'm a huge fan of The Oracle of Delphi Series, and I loved the other short story put out that gave us some insight into Strafford aka Solar aka the Sun Prince, the protector and beloved of Chloe Clever, the new Pythia.

Lover, Divine tells the story of how his Influential mother Siobhan and his Olympian father came together. It's immediately apparent that Strafford's stubbornness is derived as much from his mother as it is from his father. Even when she discovers the truth about her suitor's origins- there are immortals and then there are immortals- Siobhan is determined to maintain her dignity and free will, "destiny" and "prophecy" be damned. So what's the key to get her to accept a divine lover?

Um, it's got a little something to do with why we are DEFINITELY out of YA territory here (in case the cover didn't already give that away). In other words, this is erotic and explicit (and really well done), so if that's a problem for you, you might want to skip this installment...

But maybe you shouldn't. We start to understand the inner workings of the Influential world, and we know that's going to affect not just Strafford but a few other pivotal characters in Chloe's saga. Perhaps even more importantly, we get a clue about yet another player in the impending Olympian War. (Hmm...didn't see that one coming!)

This is a very engrossing read. I highly recommend it for fans of The Oracle of Delphi series (particularly those who like a little spice!).

Monday, February 10, 2014

What's up with the Nook?


As big layoffs go, we've all seen worse, but this is still confirmation that B&N's Nook business can't continue as we know it.


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Here's the thing, as I see it: people want to be able to read ebooks but they want choices. I fantasize about dedicated readers like the Paperwhite, but in practice if I have a device I want something that I can do more with. Not surprisingly, I want to be able to write, but most others want to be able to surf or, at the very least, access more interesting content. B&N has tried to meet those needs, but not in a way that inspires any confidence in their ability to innovate. Why didn't they partner with Spotify, for example, for premium content? Or Hulu? Or, perhaps most importantly, make sure their software actually did what it was supposed to without crashing?

Can Nook be improved? Are other competitors in a position to offer a viable alternative to Kindle? Honest questions.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Oh my god- I think I'm done formatting

I still need to get the wrap for the paperback and make different versions of the e-copy, but the heavy lifting is done- and much more quickly than the last two times.

Woo hoo!

Oh, and did I mention that my cover reveal is on the 24th? It is- stay tuned for my latest gorgeous cover girl :-)

This thing is coming along...