Book Launch: Stealing Time by KJ Waters

When I first read the blurb of this book it immediately piqued my interest. It mentions Hurricane Charlie (spelt Charley on the blurb) which I lived through during a family holiday in Florida. I even had a t-shirt made saying “I survived Hurricane Charlie”. Yeah, I know, a bit lame of me, but at the time I really did feel like a survivor and it was a bit of fun.

Anyway, enough of my story. It wasn’t only the Hurricane Charley reference that drew me to it, but the whole concept of the story. You’ll see for yourself in a minute! First of all, let’s take a look at the fantastic cover.

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This cover is so cool – I love it! And now here’s the all important blurb:

As Hurricane Charley churns a path of destruction towards Orlando, Ronnie Andrews and her best friend, Stephanie McKay, scramble to prepare for the storm. Ronnie seeks shelter at her boyfriend’s weather lab while Steph heads back to her house. 

During the peak of the storm Ronnie is hurtled back in time to eighteenth-century London where she is caught in a web of superstition, deception, and lies in a life and death struggle to return to her own time. 

Steph is thrust into the middle of the hurricane, but it quickly turns into a living nightmare as she is faced with losing everything.

Can you see now why I found the concept intriguing? And the good news – this is book one of a trilogy, so if you fall in love with the characters and story, you know there are two more on the way.

Guess who’s been lucky enough to score an exclusive excerpt just for you? Yep – me! And here it is:

A strange feeling bubbled in her stomach. Ronnie got up and slipped on Jeffrey’s T-shirt and found her underwear in a pile of clothes near the desk. The feeling worsened. Was she going to be sick? Jeffrey was busy at his computer and she quietly made her way to the small bathroom and closed the door behind her. Was it something she had eaten?

The cold water felt good as she splashed it on her face. Ronnie looked at her reflection in the mirror. No outward signs of being ill. Too much champagne? She took a deep breath in an attempt to quell the rising nausea. The room spun and she sat down on the toilet, head in her hands. Sweat broke out on her face and she knelt down to lift the toilet seat. “Oh crap!”

A sudden change in air pressure overwhelmed her, making her drop on all fours. Her ears popped and she swallowed trying to clear them. Was the storm intensifying?

An agonizing bright light seared into her eyes and she squeezed them shut in an attempt to block it out, without success.

The building must have been struck by lightning! Struck by lightning. Struck by lightning. She could hear her father’s voice reading The Hobbit to her as a young girl. A pang of sadness added to the confusion.

A low vibration shook the bathroom tiles. A dark mist sucked away all light. Ronnie was flattened to the floor by some unseen force and couldn’t fight it. Strange smells assaulted her—horse manure, almonds, and wet soil. She pressed the side of her face against the cool cement floor in an attempt to stop the dizzy spin of the room.

What the hell was happening? A chill ran up her spine. Nothing about this was right. Fear choked out any rational thoughts. She tried to call out to Jeffrey but her body was paralyzed, her voice disconnected. It was a living breathing nightmare.

A gut-wrenching tearing ripped apart her soul. She tried to scream. Ronnie floated up to the ceiling to see a lifeless shape on the bathroom floor below, surprised to see anything in the dark. Holy crap, that was her own long blonde hair spilled across the concrete floor. She reached out to touch her arm but was jerked a million miles an hour upwards into the darkness.

Shadows engulfed her. A sensation of motion disturbed her equilibrium. She was hurtling up into the ebony sky and away from her body splayed in Jeffrey’s lab. Her arms reached for something to hold onto, to make it stop, but came up empty.

Was she dying? There was supposed to be a calming bright light to head towards. Instead there was only emptiness, a buzzing that lulled her to an empty dark place similar to the twilight just before falling asleep—alert, yet fuzzy and drifting into oblivion. It sped up, she could feel the wind on her face, her hair whipped behind her, but now she was falling like a rocket returning to Earth, pulling her down, stretching her towards destruction. 

So is this when Steph goes back in time to 18th century London? I’m not saying – you’ll have to buy the book to find out!

The book launches today and is available here:

Paperback:

Createspace: http://createspace.com/5265254

Amazon: www.amazon.com/Stealing-Time-Book-K-Waters-ebook/dp/B00PJMWD6S/

Ebook:

Amazon: http://bookgoodies.com/a/B00PJMWD6S

Barnes and Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/stealing-time-kj-waters/1121455699?ean=2940151669672

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id977501005

inktera and Page Foundry:
http://www.inktera.com/store/title/6ba521d5-da57-4598-b71b-d8d75925408c

kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/stealing-time-12

scrbid: https://www.scribd.com/book/258981760/Stealing-Time

Let’s find out a little more about the author.

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I never really wanted to be a writer. I’ve always had a great imagination, but writing was not easy. It wasn’t until I completed my master’s degree where I was forced to write paper after paper and I realized I actually enjoyed it. All of my professional jobs have been writing in some form, either brochures, contracts, newsletters, marketing materials or proposals. So why not do something I created for fun?

 

In the squillion hours spent driving from Florida to Maine for a family vacation I realized I had a great idea for a novel. That is where I began my journey as an author. I just finished book 1 in December 2014. Book 2 and 3 are already in the works and I hope to have them out in the next year, if the kids will let me get something done!

 

KJ is the CEO of Blondie’s Custom Book Covers, a company specializing in independent author services.  She also has a blog called Blondie in the Water where she has author interviews, water adventures, and other information about her books.

 

During this next week, you’ll get to know even more about KJ as I’m going to be interviewing her and she’s writing a blog post about what inspires her. So keep checking in for the next post. You won’t be sorry!

 

 

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#BlogFlash2013 Day 19 – City

Big cities are exciting places. There’s always something to see and places to go for entertainment and education. Every major country, no matter how small, has a great city, but do we only see the glamour and glitz?

City

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Streets filled with people of different ethnicity; employees rushing to work, tourists stopping to gawp, street cleaners mumbling under their breath. Open-top buses cruise the vehicle-choked roads along dedicated lanes, thumbing their noses at those sitting in queues.

Melodic strains from street entertainers compete with horns, revving engines and stomping feet.

London – rich in history – a vibrant, bustling city complete with royal parks, palaces, museums, cathedrals and magnificent buildings. What a veritable smorgasbord to delight the most discerning visitor.

Yet within the sprawling city lie areas of deprivation; council estates rife with drugs, knives and guns, places ordinary people fear to live yet cannot escape.

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Mission

One of the challenges I faced when running the blog tour for the Heart Search launch was being asked to write a flash fiction Sci-Fi story for JB Lacaden’s blog. I’d never written in this genre before, but relished getting my teeth into something new. It’s good to step out of your comfort zone occasionally; it stretches you as a writer and give you the opportunity to explore your creative side in a different way. Anyway, here is the result. I hope you like it.

Mission

The ship landed in dense forest in the dead of night. They were safe in the knowledge the humans wouldn’t have been able to detect it on their antiquated radar systems or telescopes – their cloaking device and speed ensured that.

They had prepared well, studied the homo-sapiens and knew how they could blend in undetected. They pulled on their human skin suits, checking each other before exiting the craft.

Their mission was, to them, an easy one. All they had to do was obtain a particular stone and two humans carefully chosen from the millions inhabiting this tiny planet. Fortunately those they sought were in close proximity to each other, making their task that much easier. They held hands, concentrating on their first destination. A shimmering glow surrounded them and they vanished, reappearing in an alley in the middle of London just a few hundred yards from the building which was their target. They walked out onto the main street and gazed up at it.

The majestic towers and beauty of the ancient architecture were a source of amusement to the aliens; their world was so different with curved seamless buildings of white or silver, aesthetically pleasing to the eye, which glowed and glistened with light from the three suns orbiting their planet. The buildings all around them so dull in comparison; so laughable in the crude construction methods used.

“We must hurry. There is much to accomplish before their daylight begins,” the elder’s thoughts transmitted to his companion. The younger one nodded his agreement and together they closed their eyes picturing the room they needed to be in, another shimmer and they materialised in a room filled with locked cases containing crowns, coronets and tiaras which sparkled in the tiny nightlights in the ceiling. Spotting the sceptre, the younger alien smashed the case with his fist and grabbed it, a look of triumph on his face which quickly faded as a cacophony of sound assaulted their ears.

They heard footsteps approaching quickly and a jangle of keys, but the alarm made it difficult to concentrate; holding hands once more they closed their eyes and tried desperately to picture where they wanted to be next. Their attentiveness was compromised by the volume of sound around them and they pushed their powers to the limit. Just as the door opened, it worked and they disappeared right before the guard’s incredulous gaze.

Re-emerging in a quiet suburban street they breathed a sigh of relief; that was a close call and something they were totally unprepared for. They split up, one entering the home directly in front of them, the other a house further down on the opposite side of the road.

They emerged minutes later with sleeping children in their arms, one male and one female, both just pre-puberty. With victorious expressions they moved closer, closed their eyes and with the familiar shimmer vanished.

Laying the children in sleeping pods, they removed their human suits, and re-launched. They were returning home.

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My first ever Sci-Fi story! It still amazes me how I respond to having a maximum word count and it sure is a great way of teaching a writer about self-editing and cutting extraneous words.