Guest Post! – Inspiration for Exterminating Angel by Pamela Turner

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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!!!

Talking to the Sky is FREE for five days!

Talking to the Sky best sellerCheck it out! Talking to the Sky is FREE for five days!

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!

You can download your copy here:

http://www.amazon.com/Talking-Sky-Jamieson-Wolf-ebook/dp/B00I7BZXLU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1400716539&sr=8-1&keywords=Talking+to+the+Sky

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!

Doubt Dragons and the Lioness – A Poem

I was moved to go in.Lion woman

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 Forever Forest – A Poem

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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.

The Voice of Inspiration – A Poem

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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. 🙂