Newest Review of Death’s Door

I try hard not to inundate readers of my blog with books I’ve written and my lack of marketing skills, but this review from Jo Robinson is something that made my day. I know Jo from the great blog she has about writing, life in South Africa and her great support to other writers. She is a very talented writer, so this review means so much to me.

Reviews are so important to writers if only to know that their works are being read by others. They also help us be better at our craft.

I hope you will check out Jo Robinson’s blog and books because she has a very easy way with words and her stories are interesting, touching and so well written.

Sells of Death’s Door have had a slow start because, I think, I’m not known in the thriller genre. Recently it ranked at number 2 for Terrorism at Amazon and I nearly fell on the floor. If you haven’t read it please give it a go and let me know what you think.

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Jo’s review:

The things that most struck me in this book were the descriptions of the lives of the people in the Middle East, as well as Muslims in the USA. With all the hatred in the world today, books like this are needed, and will go a long way to create a better understanding of those nations and the realisation that they are loving, feeling, and proud people just like everyone else, and deserving of our friendship and respect, rather than painting them all with the same brush.

That being said, even without that, it was a brilliant rollercoaster ride to read from beginning to end. From the minute I met Dell and Bill, slap bang in the middle of a vision and a bomb about to go off, I couldn’t put it down. Their journey to stop a catastrophic event that would inevitably lead to world war takes them from the States, to Israel, and Lebanon and back again. The desert scenes and the words of love are beautifully written, and took this book to another level for me. And the laughter will catch you unawares – I didn’t see any of it coming, and at the risk of a tiny spoiler, I have to say that Bill’s gas had me laughing so hard I had to stop reading for a little while.

At the end of this book, I loved all the characters, including whacky, crazy Captain Teasdale. A beautifully crafted story combining elements of emotion and humor skillfully with some seriously hair-raising action. I definitely recommend it

 

 

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HEART WORDS

Isn’t there something about a story that touches you deep in your soul in a genuine way? You know the ones I’m talking about. Some books and movies put you on the receiving end of heart words or they make you wish—make you want—to be the one standing there and listening to the love of your life saying, “I love you, I need you”.

For me a book just doesn’t have that, I’ll never forget this book touch unless there are true feelings between two people or characters. The love can be physical or platonic. I’m a romantic and I keep wondering what happened to me. I mean, I’m a guy and I’m not supposed to fall for these kinds of books and movies.

I do enjoy action, thrillers, fantasies—which often have those scenes I crave—and most any genre for a good read and to see how an author pulls it all together. But my most memorable reads are heart touching books with heart words that leave me smiling or even crying. Yes, I have been known to cry. Not often. How ’bout them Bears!

I read that Nicholas Sparks was given a hard time for being a man and writing romance novel by his fellow writers. Having sold millions of copies of his books I would think that no one could or would give him a bad time now.

Is it hard to write scene that touch a reader and possibly leave them with tears or a smile? If you write it like you are there and say it the way you would like to hear it and don’t be restricted by a stone hard plot line, then the answer is yes. I believe any genre of books need something to touch the reader in the heart even in the most desperate of situations. I’ve known men; tough ones, who would never be caught crying or showing their sensitive side get up and leave the room when heart words find them. That’s a good thing to know that these harden, straight line people know what it means to feel.

Several years ago I wrote a book for my grandson to try and help him through the hard times of his life to come. I have tried on a number of occasions to read it aloud to my wife and others and I just can’t do it. I guess I’m a sap for heart words.

What does it take to make a book unforgettable for you?

Every person out there is the rarest of all diamonds- Nicholas Sparks

Tyler Hill's Decision newest book cover - 12-07-11

 Tyler Hill’s Decision

 

A Writing Challenge- from Karen

I’ve accepted a challenge from Karen at Karensdifferentcorners and it came at a perfect time for me. I needed a push to make my fingers and mind work together again. The challenge is to write a short story or scene as Dialog only, Description only and A combination of both. It’s a very interesting way to practice different disciplines.

Forgive me if I’m a bit rusty, but this practice has made me smile. Please enjoy and comment—good or bad, lol.  Thank you, Karen- what a great exercise!

If I have to pick a title for this scene—Afternoon Delight

Sirilak

Image from freestock at Dreamstime

Dialog:

 

 

“Sirilak, why do you work so hard?”

“Soon the dry season will be here and the baby will come in a month. We must have enough food for our family, Anan. Don’t worry, I rest often.”

“You must let me help. I’ve finished the new room for our first born.”

“You are such a good husband. My life would be so hard without you.”

“Ha. Is this what you call an easy life? It is I who is lucky to be the husband of such a beautiful woman. You will be the best mother to our son.”

“You are so sure our child will be a boy. I think a girl would be auspicious and there will be more children. You are energetic in your work.”

“Hush woman. What if our neighbors hear you speak so openly about our private life.”

“The women would be jealous and the men might try harder to please their wives. But I will keep my voice low because I don’t want one of the ladies to try and find out for themselves.”

“I’m hungry. It’s time to do your other wifely duties!”

“That was the best fish soup I’ve ever had and you… I enjoy the way you look while you carry our child.”

“Stop that, Anan. When you touch me so I forget that I look like an elephant and it is hours before dark. I don’t want you to see the fat woman I am now.”

“Sirilak, you’re not fat. You are the essence of beauty. Perhaps a special dessert will put me in the mood to help you in the garden. After all the sun is too hot for you to do any hard work now.”

“My love. I will help you prepare the dessert.”

Description:

Anan stood in the shade of a tamarind tree watching Sirilak, his wife, working in the garden. Her tiny body had grown so big with the coming of their first child he worried that she might do them both harm working in the burning sun. He knew his words must be gentle as he looked on, filled with the love for his woman. She worried about the coming dry season and the extra mouth that would have to be fed.

They had only a small plot of land but every centimeter was used to their benefit. He still watched in wonder at how the most beautiful girl of their village had picked him for her husband.

Anan walked out in the field and began to work alongside Sirilak and nudged her a bit just to have her look at him. He loved looking in her dark depthless eyes that shown so bright when they turn to him.   She smiled as he rubbed his stomach, indicating his hunger.

Sirilak’s laughter filled him with joy. She rose and pulled him to his feet and then propelled him toward the house. She looked with pride at the new room that he had just finished. Her choice of Anan as her husband was helped by her grandmother. Love had blossomed from the very first day and she said her special prayer of thanks for selecting the perfect man.

He reached out to rub her heavy belly and bent to kiss her, but she pushed him away and then looked around to be sure the neighbors had not been watching. He reached for her again, but she slapped his hand and held up a finger as she waddled faster to the house.

Sirilak watched him eat as if there would be no more food for the evening meal and laughed.

Anan felt his heart flutter at the thrill of her laughter and reached out for her. This time she came willingly and purred at his touch.

There would be a special dessert as she pulled him toward their sleep area.

Dialog and description:

The sun’s rays shimmered off the ground as Anan watched his wife from the shadows of a nearby tamarind tree. He walked out in the field and said, “Sirilak. You shouldn’t be out in this sun. You must think of our child growing within you.”

“It is our child that I am thinking of. We must be ready for the dry season. I feel fine and you’ve been working so hard on the new room. You can’t do all the work! What kind of wife would I be to sit while there is work to be done?” She sat back, wiping the sweat from her brow and gazed up at the man she loved. He was so strong and fit, but even in her condition she wouldn’t allow him to coddle her. It wasn’t her way or the way of the village.

Anan lifted her to her feet and placed a loving hand on her swollen belly and tried to sneak a kiss, but she pushed him away with a laugh. “Are you worried about what the neighbors might say? I will tell them I am kissing my son through my wife.”

“Always so sure our little one will be a boy. I would think a girl will bring good fortune to our house… besides, with all your attention our family will be large.” The look on his face caused her to laugh and hug his arm. “Not that I’m complaining, my love. You fill me with love when you touch me.”

“I have married a wanton woman,” he said with a smile that stretched across his face. “I need my wife to feed her man so he will have the energy to try and satisfy her needs.” He gave her a nudge towards the house and then reached for her again but only caught the sweet tinkle of her laughter.

Anan settle back in his chair with a full belly and as he always did when he turned his eyes on Sirilak he gave thanks for his luck and her love. As she moved to clear the table he reached out and pulled her to his lap. She did not resist and purred as he hand rubbed her swollen belly and kissed her neck. He knew just the spot that would make her want more.

She stood and pulled him to his feet, pressing her body to him. “I think a special dessert shall be your reward for loving me, husband.”

The end.

 I hope you enjoyed these different styles. It’s good practice for any writer to stay within a discipline to see where one may need some additional practice.

I’m supposed to pick three more people to continue this contest, but what I’ve decided is: If anyone wishes to join in, please do. I really would enjoy seeing what other writers come up with. Try to go outside your normal style. Since I’m a genre hopper it didn’t work well for me.

Post your writing at your web site and then post the link in the comments on this post and at Karen’s site. I look forward to some good reading.

South Africa to the States– you can find me there

This is a good week. I get a book promo from my great and pretty friend, Sandra in South Africa, and the wonderful, beautiful, renown L M Stull allowed me to do a guest post at her site about what it takes to make a Manuscript a Novel- The Editor. Please take a look a both great sites!

Sandra: http://ssbookfanatics.blogspot.com/2012/08/book-promo.html?spref=tw

L M Stull:
http://lmstull.com/2012/08/01/manuscript-to-novel-the-editor-a-guest-post-by-dannie-hill/

It’s friends like these that makes me smile and fills my day with joy!

Here’s a flower you both,

Beauty for beauties

Guest Post in South Africa!

I’ve done a guest post and traveled all the way to South Africa. A place I’ve always wanted to visit. My good friend Sandra Valente, @BookWormSans , has a great site for anyone interested in great books to read and to read very interesting guest post… Sandra asked me to write about anything I like and I’ve chosen the one subject I can’t stop talking about. How much I love Readers! My favorite people!

I think you’ll enjoy the post and I know you’ll enjoy meeting Sandra at her great site. Please join me and comment– even if it’s about me making a guest post when I hardly post at my own site. I hope that changes soon!

Guest Post at SSBookFanatics http://ssbookfanatics.blogspot.com/2012/05/guest-post-dannie-c-hill.html?spref=tw