Number-one bestselling author
I’m thrilled to welcome Pamela Turner to my blog to talk about her new book Exterminating Angel! Take it away Pamela!
To be honest, I’m never quite sure where I get my ideas for my stories. Many stem from “What if?” questions, song lyrics, or pictures. Once the book is written, it’s like my memory is wiped clean, made ready for a new story. Funny, though, the stories I haven’t written? I can tell you exactly what inspired the idea. Yeah, I’m weird that way.
But I digress. Exterminating Angel began in 20ll, shortly after my first angel paranormal short novel, Death Sword, was published. Then, I only had the one book, and a best-selling published romantic-suspense author advised me I needed a back list.
Who was I to argue? During my research on angelology, I’d learned there was a fine line between good and evil. And this inspired me to write a story about an archangel whose devotion to duty forced him to make a decision that would change his life. The logline for Exterminating Angel came to me full-blown, as if it had always been there, waiting for me to discover it. “When an archangel unwittingly unleashes a demon upon the city, he must enlist the help of Lucifer to stop it.”
Shortly thereafter, Stoker-award winning author John Everson came to Louisville for a book signing at the local Barnes and Noble. I told him my story idea and he said go for it.
I never looked back. Those were powerful words, filling me with hope and determination. It took several drafts, and even a revise and resubmit, but on April 1, 2013, I received a contract from Lyrical Press. Yes, at first I thought it was an April Fool’s joke, but happily that proved to not be the case.
This because I never lost sight of the advice I was given. Even when I struggled through the drafts, determination to succeed drove me forward. I believed in my story, loved my characters, wanted to share my vision.
That dream became reality on May 5 of this year.
It’s been a fun ride. I’ve enjoyed it so much, I’ve written a spin off, Hell on Earth, which is currently undergoing revisions before I submit it to beta readers. This is Raziel’s story, and pits him and the demon brigadier-general Sargatanas against the demon Asmodeus.
Who knew writing about angels could be so much fun?
Here’s the book blurb for Exterminating Angel:
Making a deal with the Devil is the least of his problems.
Zaphkiel, a chain-smoking, hard-drinking archangel, never intended to unleash the sun demon upon the city. Bad enough his boss wants him dead, and this recent crime is the perfect excuse. The timing couldn’t be worse. Somehow, Zaphkiel’s executed lover, Caliel, is alive and reincarnated as Sean. Zaphkiel is thrilled to be reunited with Caliel again, but will his lover feel the same when he learns Zaphkiel’s darkest secret?
Hired by Lucifer, Sean wants nothing more than to fit in. But how can he compete when the Devil’s friends include archangels and a Tarot reader, and he was born without special abilities? Or so he believes. The Tarot hints there may be more to him than he realizes.
Recruited by the Devil to find the two pentacles sun demon Sorath plans to use to destroy the universe, Zaphkiel and Sean find themselves pawns in a game of power and control. If the archangel gives his boss the pentacles, Ophaniel will overlook his crime. But Zaphkiel knows he can’t trust either Ophaniel or Sorath, and the deal he’s made with the Devil could cost him not only his life, but also the lover he believed gone forever.
M/M sexual practices, occult themes, some violence, graphic descriptions.
Buy Link:
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/book.aspx/30226
Stay tuned for my review!!!
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From May 21st to the 25th, you can download my new volume of poetry from Amazon! It’s available to read on your Kindle! You can also read it on your iPhone, iPad, iPod Touch and any Android device!
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Here’s the book blurb:
Talking to the Sky is a volume of poetry like no other.
Part journey to healing, part memoir, they are moments in time caught on paper as the author learned to write again.
They are a testament to the strength of the human spirit. The poems show us that whatever life throws at us, with courage anything is possible.
Out of 68 books, it’s the book I’m most proud of. I think it is my best book and the reception has been grand!
It’s my favourite out of all the books I’ve written as it helped me find my voice again; and now, I share it with you.
Enjoy!
Something about the store
called to me. It was as if
there was a heady kind of
music playing from within.
It sounded like flute music,
but soulful and filled with
understanding. When I went in,
a set of chimes rang above
my head. I was struck by
how warm and inviting
the store was, how alive
I felt within the confines
of its walls. I knew that
nothing could hurt me here.
Standing behind the counter
was the source of the light
the thrived around me.
She had a brilliant smile
and black hair that framed
her face in a riot of curls.
I blinked and, for a second,
thought I saw a being in front
of me like a lioness, staring
into me with bright yellow
eyes that saw everything.
I blinked and she was
the woman again. She
came towards me with
her hands held out.
“Hey stranger!”
I didn’t know how to
respond to her.
“Hello. Have we met before?”
She gave me a
wise look and I could
swear that her eyes
changed from blue to yellow
and back again.
“Oh, we’ve all met before. You look like a man in need.”
“In need of what?”
“We’re all in need of something. I sense that you need help with doubt.”
My breath was taken from me.
“How could you know that?”
She gave me another wise look.
“We’re all filled with doubt, some more than others. Some are easy to slay, others take a little bit more persuasion.”
I found myself nodding, knowing
that she knew what lived inside
of me, despite my best intentions.
“How do I do that? How do I slay them?”
Her eyes became yellow again
for a moment and I saw the
ears of a lioness poking through
her curly black hair. Then
she was herself again. I
wondered which face was
truly hers, the lady or the lioness,
or if they were one and the same?
“Doubts are like Dragons. You can’t slay them with swords or knifes though. You can only slay them with your will. It has to be strong.”
“It is strong. It is.”
I knew this. I knew this
with all of my heart.
“Then you must take that strength and use it. Envision your life, exactly as it should be. Do this every single day. Feel it, smell it, hear it.”
“Then the doubt dragons will leave?”
“Only if you envision them gone. Envision your life exactly as you want it. The Doubt Dragons will lose interest and fly away; but you have to let them go.”
I was silent for a moment,
knowing that she spoke
only the truth. Already
I felt a surge of warmth
inside me, knowing that
I was going to be okay.
“Thank you.”
She laughed and the
sound was like the wind chimes
that had been above the
door of the Lioness’ shop.
“Oh, don’t thank me. You’ve got to do all the work. I just put you on the right path.”
“Can I come and see you again?”
She took my hand then and
I felt her warmth. It was
like she embodied the sun.
“Come and see me anytime. I’ll be here.”
As I left the store, the wind chimes
sang again. Their music
made me think of angels
getting their wings. I
wondered if I had just
been given my own.
* For Heather, with my thanks and gratitude. You’re awesome.
the forest, you
took my hand.
A shiver of
warmth spread through
me and I
heard a sound
on the wind
that was made
from a thousand
branches clattering together.
I looked at
the dark forest
and felt a
moment of trepidation.
You squeezed my
hand and pulled
me even closer.
Don’t be afraid. I’m with you.
I shook my
head, my voice
thick in my
throat. Finally, I
pushed it out.
I’ve already been here. This was part of my journey. I know this forest well.
You looked at
me with such
kindness, such warmth.
Now you don’t have to go through the forest alone. I’m beside you.
You started forward
and I followed.
As we approached
the first set
of trees, they
started to change.
The bark started
to shift, growing
more whole, their
pockmarks and cracks
repairing themselves, the
branches growing straighter,
reaching for the
sky. I watched
as leaves began
to bloom on
the branches, the
green bright against
the bark. You
pointed deeper into
the forest and
I saw that
all the trees
were healing, becoming
whole again, leaves
re-growing. I felt
a light growing
inside of me,
pulsing through me,
living inside of
me. I looked
at you and
even you seemed
brighter to me.
What did you do to me?
You did this yourself. You’ve grown anew, just like the trees.
You motioned to
the forest and
smiled at me.
Come on, let’s go deeper along the path, as far as we can go.
I’ve already been through here.
This is the same forest, true, but now you’ve found a way forward. Now we can go forward together.
You kissed me
then and I
heard the forest
make a sound
that was like
music. I listened
as a breeze ruffled
all the leaves
at once. It
was as if they
were voicing
their approval. I
entered deeper into
the forest, my
hand in yours,
looking around at
all the trees.
They had been
dark, empty husks
but were now
full of life.
I knew exactly
how they felt.
I squeezed your
hand tighter and
took comfort from
you, from your
touch, from the
love that flowed
from you to
me and back
again. I took
in all of
you and knew
that anything was
possible. There was
nothing to fear
in the trees.
There was only
the promise of
forever. I breathed
you in and
stepped with you,
further into the
forest.
You should only write if you’re inspired.
Her voice was
a balm to
me. She was
my touchstone, my
rock. I thought
of what she
said, of her
wisdom. I thought
of the endless
nights I had
spent trying to
see through the
fog that engulfed
me, of the
frustration of looking
at a blank
screen. It mocked
me like an
unblinking eye. I
tried to give
words to what
I was feeling.
I’m a writer. I can’t be a writer if I don’t write.
Her voice became
softer. It was
the voice I
always called to
mind when I
imagined her speaking
to me. Hearing
it was no
different. It was
instantly, incredibly comforting:
You will always be a writer, whether or not you’re writing. It’s in you, it’s what you do. It’s who you are. Let the words come on their own. They will come when they are ready.
I carried her
words home with
me, as if
they had a
physical form. When
I got home,
I was weighed
down. I put
my hands in
my pockets and
found they were
full of stones.
Each stone had
a word painted
on one side
in metallic paint
that looked like
water. I let
the stones fall
where they would
onto the floor.
Everywhere a stone
fell, water began
to spread from
beneath it, until
my floor was
covered in water
as deep as
an ocean. Looking
at all the
words shining from
underneath the waves.
Now that I
was no longer
weighed down by
them, it was
time to swim
into the water
and see what
the words had
to say to
me.
* Dedicated to my Wonder Mum, who said the words that shone through the water. 🙂