Up Close and Kind of Personal with…. Janine R. Pestel

Interviewed by LG Surgeson &

Clara Euphemista Cropper & Bread and Butter Pudding with Custard The Goblin aka as ‘The Amazing Bazooka Sisters’ 

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Janine R. Pestel.

Summarise your bio in no more than 100 characters

Born in a small town. Interested in science fiction and horror my whole life. LOVE to use my imagination.

Tell us about your current work

Most of my work is in the Supernatural Thriller genre, although I do write some horror and science fiction. My main series, at the moment, is the “Father Gunter, Demon Hunter” series, a supernatural thriller series about a former priest (with an attitude) who, along with his newly found friend Robert (a coroner), hunts demons. The title of the first book in the series is “The Bucktown Babies” (if anyone is “squeamish” about things like this, NO, the babies are NOT the demons), and since I am published by Creativia, it is only available on Amazon. I also am the author of “The Mons Connection”, a science fiction novella having to do with Egypt and aliens, and four short horror stories – “Harry”, “The Visit”, “The Servants”, and “Infected”, all of which are also in my compilation “Infected and Other Short Stories”. I also have one short story that would fall under the genre of Children’s books – “Wait at the Rainbow Bridge”. I wrote that one to help anyone, child or adult, deal with the passing of a beloved pet.

Have you got anything else out at the moment?

I started writing in January of 2016, and had self-published four short stories, one compilation of short stories, one novella and one novel. Now that I am proudly published by Creativia, they are re-publishing my work, so at this time, only “The Bucktown Babies” has been published by them. The next one up is “The Mons Connection”, but I am doing a little bit of a re-write on that, to change it from present tense to past tense, before they publish it. I am about to submit the second “Father Gunter, Demon Hunter” book to Creativia, so I’m hoping they will like it, and it will be out shortly.

We know you’re a writer, what else do you do?

I am also the operations manager for my husband’s electrical contracting business (he also writes, by the way), and I own a small company that manufactures and sells scented candles, wax melts and spray air fresheners.

Who’s your writing hero and why?

Without a doubt, that would have to be Stephen King, because his writing is brilliant, and he is so prolific.

If you could have been the author of any book in history which one do you wish you’d written and why?

I never really thought about that, but I guess it would be “The Shining”, mainly because I love the story.

Tell us about your writing rituals

I don’t really have a “writing ritual”. I mostly write between the hours of 3pm – 6pm. Sometimes, I don’t even start writing until 7 or 8 pm, and sometimes I’ll start writing in the morning, and go all day. However, I am trying to discipline myself to write between 3pm – 6pm, mostly for the sake of being able to organize my time better, since I do also have to run my candle business and help my husband with his business.

When did you first realise you had a story to tell?

I guess that would have been when I first tried my hand at writing back in 1974. I got about halfway through the story, and realized I had no real idea where I was going with it, so I just stopped, and never started again until 2016.

Do you ever get irritated with your own main characters?

No. At least, not yet, anyway.

What makes you feel like a real author?

Seeing my books for sale on Amazon, doing book signings, and sitting in front of my computer, getting deep into writing my book.

What do your family think of your writing – be honest!

It was a surprise to me, but my family and friends are all very supportive of my writing. Some of them even tell me to get back in front of my computer and start writing, if they see me away from it.

What job did you want when you were 7 or 8 years old?

Believe it, or not, when I was 7 or 8, I actually wanted to be an astronomer, at Yerkes Observatory. I have no idea why I wanted to work at Yerkes Observatory instead of Palomar, or any other, but, that was what I wanted.

Would you prefer to be a literary great or a cult hero?

Without a doubt…Cult Hero.

Now take a deep breath! I’m going to hand you over to Clara and Pudding, who are going to take it from here – brace yourself, they’re easily amused.

Are you posh or wot?

I’m posh as heck! Actually…no, not posh at all.

What’s the longest word you can spell wiv out checkin’?

Antidisestablishmentarianism

‘ave you ever been harrested?

Nope.

What da’ya wan’ on ya grave-stone?

She was born a few centuries ago…and we’re STILL waitin’ for her”

‘ave you ever used a gazunda?

Nope…don’t even own one.

What’s your favourite pie fillin’?

Coconut Cream

How do ya’ like it?

Lots of different ways.

Can ya sing and what songs do ya know?

Can’t sing, and trust me…you wouldn’t want to hear me try.

What about folk dancin’ ‘ave you ever tried it and did you get injurered?

Actually, I can’t dance, either.

‘Do you ‘ave a party piece & what is it?

I guess the closest thing I would have to a party piece would be to drink a bottle of beer, then sit there and giggle for two hours.

Would you like some of these apples…. what aren’t stolen, honest?

Only if they’re Granny Smith Apples

Do you have a fab’lous hat?

Yes, I do.

What’d be worse one twelve foot mole, or twelve moles with only one foot?

One twelve foot mole, because it will get around better than twelve moles with one foot.

If someone gives you an empty collander, what do you do wiv it?

Put spaghetti in it.

What’s your plan in the case of a zombie apocalypse?

Kill, kill, kill, kill…oh, and kill.

The shameless plugs

Follow Janine R. Pestel here: 

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/janinerpestel

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/janinerpestel

Amazon author page: http://amazon.com/author/janinepestel

Website http://www.janinepestel.com

youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnoSFpvYWsJyGErtRzscPrw

And buy her books here:

Bucktown Babies

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COMING SOON from K.S. Marden

James Witch Hunter KS Marsden

Title: James: Witch-Hunter

Author: K.S. Marsden

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Release date: 1st October 2017

Synopsis

~Prequel to the Witch-Hunter trilogy~

James Bennett is a Yorkshire lad, making the big move to Oxford to start university.

His ambitions involve getting a good education; impressing the Rugby Club; and not throttling his roommate. All perfectly normal drama, until Hallowe’en.

A girl’s murder throws James into the dangerous world of witches, and those that hunt them.

After playing a sidekick in the Witch-Hunter trilogy, it’s only fair that James gets to be centre stage in his own prequel.

This can be read as a stand-alone, and does not contain any spoilers. It may contain witches, bad jokes and cringe-worthy scenes; but definitely no spoilers.

Book link:

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35699046-james

Author:

Kelly S. Marsden grew up in Yorkshire, and there were two constants i20938657_471429823238579_561070281_nn her life – books and horses.

Graduating with an equine degree from Aberystwyth University, she has spent most of her life since trying to experience everything the horse world has to offer. She is currently settled into a Nutritionist role for a horse feed company in Doncaster, South Yorkshire.

She writes Fantasy stories part-time. Her first book, The Shadow Rises (Witch-Hunter #1), was published in January 2013, and she now has two successful series under her belt.

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Excerpt:              

Charlotte had just made her second coffee of the day, when she heard a very insistent banging at the front door. Not in the mood for visitors, she reluctantly opened it.

And was met by the sight of James.

In a dress.

“I’ll never get used to your humour, James.” She said, stepping aside and letting him in. “Fancy some fresh coffee? And when I say fresh, I mean instant stuff I’ve only boiled once.”

James closed the door behind him, and made his way through the narrow corridor to Charlotte’s tiny kitchen.

Charlotte promptly poured an extra coffee and added sugar, her normally bright eyes were red, and it was clear she’d been crying.

“I broke up with Nathan.” She said, looking embarrassed that he had to see her like this.

“I think my roommate’s a murderer.” James countered.

Charlotte handed him a mug of coffee, shaking her head. “When a girl says she’s broken up with her boyfriend, most people would offer… never mind. You win. Why is Hunter a murderer?”

James gently lowered himself down onto Charlotte’s rickety sofa. “I followed him last night. He was bein’ weird, and I have a tracker on his phone-”

“What?!”

“And he went to this warehouse, where…” James trailed off, his throat closing around the words.

Charlotte misread his inability to speak, and gently rubbed his shoulder. “It’s alright, you’re safe here. Who do you think he killed?”

“Bea.” James gasped out. “You remember the blonde, Scottish lass? They hooked up at start of term; then the other night she was looking for him; next thing you know, she’s dead!”

Charlotte put down her coffee cup, her hand shaking too much to hold it. She looked at James in all seriousness, “And you saw Hunter kill her?”

James shook his head, thinking back to last night, and the hooded figures. He was sure it was Hunter, “I couldn’t clearly see who it was, but why would Hunter be there? It’s one hell of a coincidence, that he bails on the Hallowe’en party and ends up at the same warehouse where the girl he was shagging ends up getting sta-”

“Did you physically see him there?” Charlotte asked.

“No, I was following a tracker.” James admitted.

“An illegal tracker, that’ll never hold in court, James.”

James snorted, “Trust the trainee-lawyer to say that.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to see every angle.” Charlotte said, punching his arm. “There could be another, perfectly normal explanation. Maybe someone mugged Hunter and stole his phone – that sort of person would be more likely to head to the dodgy side of town.”

“Ha, it’d have to be the king of muggers to get the better of Hunter.” James argued. “He’s super-fast, super-strong, and has anger issues. Which all adds up to someone very capable of murder.”

“How-”

“Do you not remember how we first met? It’s not often I get thrown against a wall, instead of the usual handshake. And I do rugby training with him – trust me, it’s like getting hit by a car-”

“James, you’re exaggerating.” Charlotte sighed.

“And I’ve seen him run – I forgot to show you.” James dug out his phone from the flowery handbag, and quickly found the video he’d taken weeks ago. “Look – look how fast he is! And don’t you find it weird that he’s never that fast in rugby games? It’s almost like he’s holding back.”

Charlotte looked at the video, and when the brief clip was over, she shrugged, “It doesn’t look that fast to me.”

“Well, it seemed it when I was watching with my own two eyes.” James tucked his phone away. “He’s not normal.”

“Yes, but there’s a huge leap between what’s not normal, and a killer.” Charlotte said, exasperated. “Don’t get me wrong; I want to help you James, I really do… have you been to the police?”

“Yes, I stayed there overnight.” James answered. “I got knocked out, and some cop must’a found me. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a cell.”

“Oh no, what happened? Did someone attack you?”

James opened his mouth the speak, but he didn’t even know what to say. He remembered getting knocked off his feet by some powerful force, but that didn’t make sense.

“What did the police say?” Charlotte asked, when it was clear James wasn’t giving her an answer.

He shrugged, “Not much, just that Bea had died. They were dodging a lot of my questions.”

“That’s normal police protocol for an ongoing investigation.” Charlotte said, knowledgably.

James shook his head. “There was summat not right about the whole thing. It just felt shady.”

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Coming Soon… from Paul White

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Life in the War Zone is not a ‘WAR’ story.
It is a collection of poignant, eye opening stories and articles, written primarily as fictional accounts, yet based on true experiences of people living and working in major war zones around the globe. Each story and article has been formed from interviews, discussions, reports and dialogues from those directly involved and affected by conflict.
Here, with ‘Life in the War Zone’, Paul White has gently coaxed from the depths of people’s hearts the truth of how destructive and debilitating the effects of war are to individuals, families and entire communities.
Each tale reflects true events; Paul has managed to elicit the emotions, the feelings and the inner anxieties of those whose accounts are represented here.
Yet he has also found stories of great courage, fortitude and resilience of human spirit strewn amongst the detritus of war.
Whilst these stories are particular to the individuals to whom they belong, the sad fact is they can easily be told by so many.
This book may be finished, but sadly the strife continues.

OUT ON 11th FEBRUARY as Amazon Paperback or eBook direct

The Al Rahiri Dinner – extract from Rattatat a new Aberddu Adventure

The Al Rahiri Dinner had been discussed at length. This was hardly a surprise as the Al Rahiris themselves were often discussed at great length. They had arrived in the District, direct from Arabi about eighteen months previously. The wife had spoken very little common then and even though there was no ‘Aberddu’ way as such, it was very obvious to the other residents of the Merchants Quarter that whichever way the Al Rahiris did things it was most definitely not the Aberddu way. It wasn’t that people were openly hostile to them, they were in general very polite and helpful but it was clear that whilst they had come from a great range of Western nations that lived in the same climates and had the same kinds of clothing and diet they were strangely uncomfortable in the presence of people of equal wealth and standing who were so very far from home.
The wife didn’t wear a corset. In fact both of them dressed in loose-fitting silks dyed opulently. They had food specially imported for them. In the summer – at first at least- they had no worn shoes. Having arrived in August, when the sun beat down on the city the building held the warmth well and they were comfortable. Some of the more ample matrons had suggested, not exactly unkindly, that when they were first met with the western winter they would return to Arabi on the first caravan going East. None of their husbands bothered listening to them, or they would have discovered that getting a caravan back East would have been both easy and pointless as Mr Al Rahiri pretty much had the monopoly on East-West import into Aberddu and out across the sea to Aragon and Nortrol.
It was a strange kind of polite ignorance that kept the Al Rahiris at arm’s length. No one knew what they ate or what kind of hours they kept. No one was even sure that they’d be able to get the wife to understand them. Whilst they were highly intrigued by the couple, they were not prepared to accept them into their homes with undue haste as more than anything they feared it may lead to nothing more than an uncomfortable and embarrassed silence.

It had taken six months for what Mulligan had started to think of as the Metcalfe Gang to invite them anywhere, and it was Metcalfe herself that plucked up the courage after running into Mrs Al Rahiri, whose name it turn out was Jali, at the Weavers and Dyers Guild perusing the same newly arrived batch of muslins and silks. After that, when Metcalfe had discovered that in fact Jali, and her husband Kaseem drank tea and were prepared to keep local hours and ate normal food, they were invited more freely to social events, although they were by no means part of the ‘usual crowd’ as Maurice Fortescue had swiftly become.

The Rise of the Indie Author

We are, as I type, in the midst of a publishing revolution and therefore a reading and writing revolution. The invention of the e-Book has blown open the closed-shop exclusive, it’s not what you know it’s who you know, hope you get lucky world of traditional hardback publishing. Blogging has been challenging it for some time, with eloquent and erudite writers able to express themselves freely – in all senses. Readers are now able to access uncensored, unedited content – with mixed blessings but that is the price of freedom. We, as readers and writers have freedom at last to write and read things that truly inspire us even if they are ‘not commercial’. We can seek out themes and push limits of fiction and journalism without the ‘right people’ having their final ‘red pen to correct and censor our views’ say on the matter. Of course, it’s a double-edged sword and much of this free content is puerile, poorly written, derivative or dull – but (apart from poorly written) these are grossly subjective qualities. Sure, Indie authors are more prone to textual error due to the fact they are less likely to have been able to get professional proof-readers – but people who buy first editions will tell you that spelling and grammar errors occur frequently in popular commercial fiction too. However, freedom means we take the rough with the smooth and this sudden tide of writers will carry on its waves the kind of artistry that may well have been overlooked by publishing houses seeking the next million-seller.

As readers and writers we need excercise our freedom – download indie author content, read and talk about it. Post about it on social media, tell colleagues and friends – recommend e-books in the same way we recommend favourite novels. We need to stick together – without readers writers know that they are little more than diarists. Without new writers, readers are left looking at the back of the corn flakes packet wondering whether they can be bothered to reread Catcher In The Rye. This is the biggest revolution in fiction since the invention of the mass market paperback. We need to take the initiative and make e-books and indie authors popular and important – by talking about them.

To this end, and as a first step reblog this post and see if we can start a tide of positive awareness of indie authors.