Jackie will be
awarding a $25 GC to a randomly drawn commenter from the three Pavilion Parties
for Wind River Refuge. 12/8/13. 1/15/14. & today. after the conclusion of
this Party.
J. M. revels a few insights.
The photo which graces the cover of Wind River
Refuge was shot in the Grand Teton National Park in northwestern Wyoming by my
daughter Kellie. I had a vision for the cover and asked her if she had anything
that would work. She sent me a series of four photos. I felt this one fit the
story best. It wasn’t a stock photo that someone else was likely to have
already used.
A
commenter from a previous party asked this question. I’ve had many comments and
questions regarding the cover. I hope this answers all of them. Sandy Shipley
who illustrated and painted the cover for “Frosty and the Nightstalker”
designed the title layout for me.
Another
question asked was how I researched the juvenile detention center where Jax was
sent when she was young. First let me say that I’m sure things are much
different today. Jax was a child of the late nineteen fifties and early
sixties. I had first hand experience with such a facility. At the age of
fourteen I rebelled, pretty dumb in hindsight, my mom’s recent marriage and the
disruption of my life. I hated the new school and refused to go. I spent two
weeks in the joint for truancy. I was able to draw from that experience and the
people I’d met for my character of Jax.
Other
aspects of the novel took a great deal of research. I hope you enjoyed the
excerpts from “Wind River Refuge.” I will repeat on here for those who may have
missed them. The last post today will include the name of the winner of the
paper back copy of “Fateful Waters.” It will also include a sneak preview of my
next book.
Excerpt:
Over
all, the party had been a huge success. A few diehard revelers didn’t depart
until 2 a.m. Jax was busy storing perishables in containers when Maggie ordered
her to bed. Jax had worked hard to help with this shindig, and Maggie intended
to praise her contribution. Then she would demand an explanation for the rude
behavior. Morning was soon enough for that talk.
Not
a single protest flickered through Jax’s mind, let alone her lips, when Maggie
ordered her to bed. She’d been traveling up and down an emotional roller
coaster throughout the night, and the turmoil had taken a toll. Maybe she was
just too tired, but whatever the reason, she was unable to understand her
animosity towards Alicia. She’d have to conclude it was jealousy, if she were
being honest with herself. The woman was beautiful, and tall—at least five foot
ten. Flawless skin, red hair, and green eyes were all part of the package. To
top it off, her bust had to be a size D! Alicia was a knock out and probably
rich to boot, if all those diamonds were real.
Jax
thought that she really suffered by comparison. She only measured five foot
four, if she stood really straight. Her dark brown hair and hazel eyes seem
dull, and her bust filled a B cup adequately. A sophisticated demeanor was
beyond her, and she would never be a heart stopper. None of these flaws had
ever bothered her before. She couldn’t figure out why the urge to cry was so
strong. She avoided the mirrors, undressed, climbed into her bed, and hugged
her pillow close. She spent a restless night as visions of an upper floor of a
nineteenth century duplex surfaced. That hellhole had been buried deep in her
past, or so she thought. She burrowed further under her quilt to ward of the
chill of her nightmare. She and her little brother sweltered in that hateful
house during summer and huddled together for warmth in winter. Bobby sickened
the second winter. His bout of bronchitis progressed to pneumonia, and he left
her to join their parents, who’d already relocated to the after life.
Morning
was well on its way as she blinked away the fog of sleep. By the time she
showered and dressed, it was ten-thirty when she made her entrance into the
kitchen. Maggie, loading the dishwasher, glanced up long enough to assess Jax
and to offer a good morning.
“Good
morning, Maggie.” She viewed the older woman skeptically. “Why didn’t you wake
me?”
“Because,
you’ve been going nonstop since you came home, and I thought you needed the
sleep.” Maggie offered that assessment while continuing to stuff the
dishwasher. Jax placed a couple slices of cranberry nut bread on a napkin and
poured a large glass of orange juice. She took her breakfast selection to the
kitchen table.
“Is
that all you are going to eat?”
“Since
it’s close to lunchtime, I’m saving room for the great smelling soup you have
simmering on the stove.”
Maggie
poured a cup of coffee without uttering another word and sat down across from
her, and Jax knew what was coming. “Okay! Start talking.”
Jax
feigned innocence. “About what?”
“About
why you felt it necessary to insult Garrett’s date, and his father when they
were guests in this house?”
“I
guess it wasn’t really necessary. Alicia insulted a friend who was also a guest
in this house and had helped me pull a lot of things together for the party. So
I returned the insult.”
“Did
you feel it was appropriate to call her a stunning whore with a deep throat?”
Maggie inquired, in an exasperated voice.
“I
DID NOT! How could you ask me that?”
“Don’t
yell at me, young lady! Tell me just what you did, say.”
“I
don’t remember.” She shrugged, like it wasn’t important, and drank some more
orange juice.
“I
suppose you either didn’t do this, or don’t remember grabbing a hold of Garrett
right in front of Alicia, his father, and a room full of people, then kissing
him?”
“That,
I remember.” Jax answered with a slight twitch of her lip that wasn’t quite a
grin.
Release Date: 3/1/2014
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/ig3jvBzFKsE
A Note from the Author:
It has been bitter cold in a large part of the U.S.,
including North East Ohio. So, this author has been hunkered down, and burning
up the keyboard. Okay, here are a few updates: I finally approved the printed proof copy of “Wind River
Refuge” to be sent to me on January 6th. I began reading it, only to run for my red editing pen. Yep,
after three separate editors, two proofreaders, and three rounds of digital
proofs, a few typos and misused words were missed, not to mention extra spaces.
At
this point, we are looking at the first of March for the paperback release, and
when my formatter returns from her vacation we need to update the e-book to
match.
Yesterday,
while hibernating, I found a new marketing tool to try. It is a preview page
with star ratings and questions on the preview from me. Help me evaluate this
tool by going to https://www.createspace.com/Preview/1141773
your answers are
private, only I see them.
Another
new change has occurred at the Author’s Den site http://www.authorsden.com/jackieanton
readers are able to purchase an autographed copy of any one of my books
directly from the author’s den bookstore from anywhere in the U.S.A. When
visiting my page, at the above link, click on the book of your choice. You will
go to the books information, including excerpts, reviews, and e-book purchase
links. Click on “Get Your Signed Copy Today” to receive your personalized,
signed book. Wind River Refuge will also be available in March, and like my
other books will have a special price at the Author’s den.
Author
Links: Website: http://talesbyjackie.com
A to Z Review blog: http://bookreviewsbyjackie.com/
Adult Blog: Author
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2 comments:
I may have been the one who previously asked about the cover. It's exciting that it's your daughter's photo. Is she a photographer? Will her photos be gracing other covers of yours?
catherinelee100 at gmail dot com
Kellie's photography is a sideline that she hopes to pursue in the future.
I may use her work again, soon.
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