Sir Poops and Hair Ball: What’s Your Nosh Tuesday

Hey! It’s us again. Sir Poops and Hair Ball. Today is What’s Your Nosh Tuesday in support of new and Indie authors’ books or works from their current MS. It’s also about getting us some really good treats to eat, too.

Today, we’ll introduce you to Joann Buchanan.

HB: Didn’t Mummsy do The Kiss Blog Tour for her last week?

SPAL: Yeah. Why?

HB: Then why are we doing her stuff then?

SPAL: Because I’m bigger and the boss of this blog today. And I say we’re doing it.

HB: Just because you’re bigger doesn’t mean you’re the boss, pansy boy.

SPAL: Maybe not. But it makes me wiser, stupid. Anyway, we need to get on with the interview. And don’t embarrass me this time. And make sure you don’t whiz or jump on the nice lady. ***He looks around and clears his throat***

HB: I’m not the whizzer. You are.

SPAL: ***lifts his snout in the air*** I apologize once again for my brother’s poor behavior. And I want to thank Joann Buchanan for stopping by to see us. You look like a really nice lady. I bet you have some really good nosh to share.

HB: Yeah. ***he licks his lips***

SPAL:What do you like to nosh on when you write? Tell me why.

JB: I like to drink Java Monsters. They are yummy and I can't focus on what I'm doing and have my drink.

HB: Oooo…that sounds scary. Java Monster. ***he scratches his head***

SPAL: ***elbows  Hair Ball and smiles at Joann*** Is it crucncy or soft?

JB: It's cold

HB: A cold monster? ***he swallows a lump and shudders***

SPAL: ****looks down at Hair Ball**** Shh! ***he looks back at Joann*** Is it something salty or sweet?

JB: Sweet.

HB: How can a monster be sweet?

SPAL: ***grits his teeth*** Would you stop! You’re ruining the interview again. ***he smiles at Joann*** So nice lady, does it get your creative juices flowing?

JB: No, I use music to get my juices flowing. I love picking song lists and getting lost in the worlds I create when I listen to them.

HB: But that’s not food. Where’s the foodie?

SPAL:***steps on Hair Balls foot***

HB: Ow!

SPAL: I love music, too. In fact, last night while I was helping mummsy write her words for Camp NaNo Wri Mo, we were listening to Pure Moods and Sarah Brightman. Its so beautiful and romantic even though mummsy doesn't write stories of that nature. Do you have any books published yet? If so, what are they? Where can we find them?
 

JB: I have three and one on the way.

I AM WOLF
http://www.amazon.com/Wolf-The-Children-Nox-ebook/dp/B0070PBFLQ/ref=lp_B005PBUGWG_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1334263033&sr=1-1
“You can’t fight who you really are, Jonah . . .you are wolf.”
When Jonah unknowingly creates an unnatural creature, he is thrust upon a path of unremitting shadows and unrelenting torment from the creature he becomes connected to. In stark contrast, seven teens, the youngling pack from the tribe of Tibolt, join forces with Jonah, their newest member. Together, they must stop the “unnatural,” who brings horror wherever he travels. As the murderous creature makes his way east to Tennessee, it becomes a race against time to save a small child of destiny known as the Dream Maker. Will Jonah reach her before the creature is able to turn her for his evil purposes?

Soulless Light
http://www.amazon.com/Soulless-Light-ebook/dp/B005MEKQR6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1342710554&sr=1-1&keywords=soulless+light
A young love destroyed, an entire village murdered. The year, 1363-the plagued ravaged the land in every corner of Great Britain accept one lonely isle called The Isle of Ely. The bishop, sure the village had consorted with the devil sent his Templar Knights to investigate. Their hearts thirsted for blood. They killed every living person in the village.
Julia's soul, so angered by the actions of the knights, is given a power in death she did not posses in life. She must decide if revenge is worth the price she will pay.

SPAL: And last week was your debut for The Kiss.

JB: ***nods*** Soon to come is  book 2 of my wolf series.

SPAL: I know mummsy has Soulless Light on her Kindle. And I think she has I Am Wolf, too. She has so many I can’t keep count.

HB: Okay. But where’s the treats, the nosh…the foodies you were supposed to share? I don’t like monsters. ***he pouts***

SPAL: ***he ignores Hair Ball*** Thank you for sharing with us today, Joann. We hope to see you again.

JB: ***she pets Sir Poops and Hair Ball’s heads***

SPAL & HB: Bye, nice lady. ***they both wag their tales***

JB: ***walks away and waves***

HB: Who in the world would want a monster for a treat? I was looking forward to something good to eat.

SPAL: A Java Monster is a coffee drink, stupid.

The Kiss Tour

Today, I’m participating in Indie author, Joann Buchanan’s The Kiss Blog Tour. This is soooo exciting folks! She’s also doing a give-a-way. Grab the code below. I sure hope I did it right.

Below is an excerpt from her book. Twilight slashed the horizon like a blade, reaping the magnificent, radiant day. Darkness bled, seeping, sharing the true abyss hidden by the light. Time—past, present, and future—all converged at this moment. Twilight—not dark, not light, but shades of grey that exist in all. Twilight—the reaper of dusk and dawn. Blood and water, myth and legend—clichés full of stories that back the very nature of life. It was in this moment where Cleo found herself. This was her own twilight—the stripping of the past and embracing of the future. Whatever that held. Pinned, thick hair, lined with smooth edges, moved like a single entity in the breeze, not allowing a single strand to waver out of place. Her skin, fragile and delicate like that of a china doll, rippled with goose bumps on her taut body. Heart pounding, palms sweating, and a small brain worm wriggled its way through her mind. What if I don’t want to be chosen? Like a veritable prism of color, silent, reverent, stiff robed Elders stood eyes closed, at each of the four corners of the sand garden containing three boulders and two smaller ones centered within the perfect proportionally-raked lines. Palms flat against one another and their elbows straight, the Elders took on a statuesque sight. A gong sounded. It echoed like the past, bouncing off the present surrounding hills. Just behind the Elders, the rest of the already chosen took their place. They were the Shakya Clan. The defenders of justice. Completing the scene was the rest of the villagers. Those not chosen, who were merely witnesses to the grandiose ceremony, lined the outer edges of the courtyard. The gong sounded again. A line of possible chosen moved in a steady rhythmic cadence. Step together, pause together, step together, pause together, they walked. Each member took their position between the already chosen Shakya and the Elders. Another gong and they disrobed, allowing the delicate clothes to drop to the ground. “Isn’t this exciting?” Joy whispered to Cleo. “Shh…not really. I’m cold,” Cleo whispered back. a Rafflecopter giveaway