Catherine Wolffe

Author of Comanche Haven, The Loflin Legacy and The Western Werewolf Legend

Brave New Publishing—Amazon Testing Paying Authors by the Page

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If you sell your books on Amazon, you’ll want to read this article.

Originally posted on Kristen Lamb's Blog:

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We live in a really strange time and technology has altered the publishing landscape into something we could never have imagined in 1999. The changes have been nothing short of science fiction. Well, buckle your seat belts because it is about to happen again. Just about the time we kind of get the knack of things, it seems there is yet another upheaval and we have to adapt.

This is why I wrote my social media branding book Rise of the Machines—Human Authors in a Digital World.  My methods keep us from having to tear down and start over every time something in the tech world goes topsy-turvy and we can maintain brand momentum no matter what. But this time it isn’t social media throwing the curve ball.

It is Amazon.

I’ve worked hard to be balanced in all my opinions…

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I Took the Challenge

Describe your story in the spaces below, and I will share with you an amazing way to bring clarity and add theme where you need it most!

I found this intriguing as I am about midway through with the book. See what you think of the first draft (unedited) and let me know.  I value all comments, so share and like, please.  You can contact me at either of theses links.

Name: catherinewolffe53
Email: catherinewolffe@gmail.com

What happens in the story? (beginning, middle & end):

Morgan Latimer hires Laura Sinclair as nanny to his children. From the start, he’s told his plan is a bad idea by those near him. He’s a shifter and that secret alone would put him and the family in mortal danger. He’s also a renegade against the government. Living as an outcast, he struggles daily with the desire to be normal and secure a future for his family. Laura Sinclair grew up as an orphan after the death of her mother. She wants to be an independent woman, so she answers the ad from the mysterious man from Louisiana. At first, Morgan admires the courageous spirit Laura possesses. But when she plans to help his daughter regain her health without his knowledge, they draw a line in the dirt . Stubborn to a fault, she seeks the help of Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. Little does she know that Marie is the reason Morgan is a shifter. She also wants payment for her services in the form of the soul of a ‘Seer’. Laura is that seer. Morgan can’t hide his desire for Laura any more than he can hide the need to run free as a wolf. The Voodoo priestess kidnaps Morgan’s daughter Sara, in exchange for Laura and her powers. Morgan uses the powers of the wolf to save both the women he loves more than life itself.

Name of Story:

Desire’s Embrace

What does the Hero in your story want?:

He wants freedom to be the shifter he has become and the love of the only woman strong enough to defy him, Laura Sinclair. Laura wants the love of the kind and gentle man she knows as Morgan. Unable to understand his temper, she continues to care for him, believing in the end, he’ll love her in return.

What does the Villain in your story want?:

Marie Laveau wants payment for the services she has provided Morgan Latimer in the past. Her powers have aided him with his war injury. The side effects have been his becoming a shifter. She seeks the gift of a seer and lures Laura into her web of deceit.

What are the Hero and Villain fighting about? Describe the Argument.:

The soul of Laura Sinclair, the seer. He cannot give her up and Marie desires her powers for her own.

What does the Hero learn from the Story:

The truth will always save you.

The Trouble With Storytelling

Do you struggle with crafting your stories. Do you find lost when trying to develop a theme in your work? If you do you are not alone. Theme is the most amazing part of a story, but it is also the most challenging because it doesn’t exist anywhere on the written page–it only exists in the mind of the reader. How does one control that? Take all the separate moments of a story, line them all up in a the order of your choice, with exposition, dialogue and descriptions and then poof–wallah! Theme is born. The best stories have it, but the question is do yours?

Learning How to Conquer Theme

Everyone needs a method to conquer theme, or their stories will turn out directionless and devoid of meaning. Some people have a knack for this that defies explanation, gravity and the boundaries of human talent. Their stories get published, generate sales, and they even get the coveted title of Author. The rest keep trying to develop their own method, but never know if what they are doing is effective or not.

I’ve developed a method designed to help authors catch up with those whose storytelling abilities come naturally. My method will teach you how to develop and control your theme as you navigate your way through the ever-changing twists and turns in storytelling. To learn more about the Story Argument Method, fill out the form above, and I will share with you a simple way to look at your story like you’ve never seen before.

Country Music and the Story

Country Music and the Story.

Copper, the Alchemist, & the Woman in Trousers: Stay Tuned!

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Steam Train Schedule Update

Next Train-Clock

Many of you are used to seeing the new episodes of our “interactive” Steampunk serial on Saturdays (when I post them from the USA).  So I wanted to let you know that there will be a slight weather delay — the weather that I’m under.

I won’t be able to finish Episode-10 until tomorrow (Sunday for me).

Here’s a little preview.  See you tomorrow!

I glanced at Cornelis Drebbel.  An aura started to shimmer greenly around him.  It wouldn’t do to let the dashing innkeeper see that.  Quickly I moved so that Ignatius would have his back to the alchemist.  I was astonished that Cornelis would use one of his tricks in front of anyone.  However, that aura meant that he was up to something.

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Happy 2015 and Zombies Unleashed (Coming Soon)!

Happy New Year! It’s the first day of 2015 and I thought I’d share some news. The buzz and whirl of the holidays are winding down, so it’s back to work for me.

COMING SOON

Coming soon, Zombies Unleashed (Part 6) of The Vampire from Hell series will be released. If you pre-ordered the book before 12/26/2014, you’ll receive a link to read additional chapters because as I rewrote a few portions of the book, I decided to add 2 chapters. Please email me if you have any questions.

Release Date – January 6, 2015

ZOMBIES UNLEASHED (The Vampire from Hell Part 6)

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The last thing Rayea, the Vampire from Hell needs to worry about is a zombie invasion. In the sixth installment of this series, Rayea realizes contending with creatures forged by her father, Satan may be a reality for her and her friends on Earth. Her walking nightmare begins as Rayea struggles to deal with the ongoing complications of her life: a wedding to plan, the world to save from zombies, and an unexpected call for help from her evil sister, Stephanie.

MAILING LIST

Be sure to subscribe to my new mailing list on my website. If you’d like to receive an email when new books are released, this is an easy way to stay in touch with me. Go to http://thevampirefromhell.weebly.com/contact.html to subscribe. Be sure to accept the notification validation that will be sent to your email to complete the process.

MORE FOR 2015

Several other books are in the que (or waiting to be developed.) Click My Books and view what projects I have on the horizon for 2015! I can tell you already that a Spring Release is in the works (Zombie Wolf!) and Part 7 of the Vampire from Hell series is set for this Summer.

Happy New Year!

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C’mon, Writers! 5 Reasons To Ditch The Rivalry

C’mon, Writers! 5 Reasons To Ditch The Rivalry.

Link of the Week – Open Culture and Stephen King

Link of the Week – Open Culture and Stephen King.

Freckled Venom Copperhead by Juliette Douglas

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The title had me hooked and I enjoyed talking with the author so much I invited her to be on my blog.  Here’s our conversation about Freckled Venom Copperhead with the lovely and talented, Juliette Douglas.

What inspired you to write your first book?

I’m not sure, all I know is that I kept waking up with these goofy westerns percolating around in my head. I guess I was going through a mid-life crisis or God was trying to tell me something. I just know as I would scrub boats I would write dialog and scenes in my head. I didn’t even own a computer or have internet when I began writing six years ago. Wow! Things have come a long way since then.

 

How did you come up with the title?

A very dear friend has a cousin who is a retired publisher. Not only did he love the rough, raw version I presented, he offered two titles, to replace the one I had. I chose Freckled Venom.

 

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

That when life dumps a wagon load of lemons on you and you don’t have ‛nuff sugar to make lemonade, Just keep plugging along, you will survive.

 

What are your current projects?

Finishing the third book in the Freckled Venom series: Freckled Venom Skeletons to be out in 2014.

 

Next up:

Perfume, Powder & Lead

The tale of three floozies who leave the red-light district, heading for the goldfields and stumble upon four dead Nuns and decide to change their habits…so to speak and begin robbing banks masquerading as Holy Sisters.

 

Shave-tail

 

Bed of Conspiracy: Fiction based upon fact, The Knights of the Golden Circle and Jesse James, President Grant.

And whatever else pops into my little pea-picking brain.

 

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Excerpt from Freckled Venom Copperhead

 

   

    Soft light began to fill the barn while he looked around, noting the three horses watching him with mild interest, There were three doors in the stable, the one behind him, and on the opposite wall, a single sliding door with another smaller one next to that. Turning slowly,  he took a good look at the Dillard boys. The three boys looked to be in their late teens to middle twenties, maybe a little older. Lanky to husky builds. Rawley had seen nasty looking hombres before, but these boys looked like sod busters, not killers. Tilting his head, he spoke to Lacy, asking, “You sure these are the Dillard brothers?”

Lacy nodded, pointing to the first one they’d brought in the barn, “That’s Aubrey, the youngest. That one is the middle brother. Name’s Keller. The dead one is the oldest, Ed.”

“Where they from? They look like sod buster.”

“They are, were, from Missouri. They’ve killed in every territory, well, almost every territory west of the Mississippi. Like I said, ‛Satan’s own spawn’,” Lacy finished, pressing her lips together.

Hearing a groan, they both turned toward the sound. Aubrey was beginning to awaken, after being smashed in the head by Lacy.

Anger began a slow burn deep inside of Lacy. She walked over to the boy and stared at the two-legged monster. This one had the scratches on his face from the Clancy woman. That made Lacy’s temper rise to a slow boil.

Aubrey looked up to see the purtiest l’il gal he’d seen in a while, flaming hair and big brown eyes you could melt into. He could feel himself rising.

Lacy’s anger continued to grow as did the bulge in his pants. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

That flaming temper overrode whatever sense Lacy had. Straddling the boy, she whipped out her knife. Bending over, she stuck it against the boy’s throbbing neck. His eyes quickly went from lust to fear.

Lacy whispered with deadly calm, “How ‛bout I do you like you did your last victim?” She asked, sliding the knife lightly drawing blood.

The boy blanched with fear. “Or better yet…” she began, brandishing the knife at the fly on his britches. She used it to pop off the buttons. She watched as the boy pressed himself against the post. “How ‛bout I just slice off your…,” her hand laid the edge of the blade across his bulge, then lightly sawed the blade back and forth, its edge beginning to cut through the material.

The bulge suddenly wilted. He looked at the knife, then, back up at her. The boy’s eyes wide with fear, he mumbled something against the bandana, shaking his head vigorously. Lacy’s eyes dripped venom as she added, “So you can’t play no more.”

She whisked the knife away only to continue her threatening attack on his torso. “How “bout…” as she sliced the buttons off his shirt and slit his underwear, exposing his gut. “How ‛bout…” she began as she slowly and lightly, sliced his skin upward. “I gut you like a hog at killing time, but I’ll leave you alive. Take your innards out.” Dark eyes never left the boy’s face. Lacy waved at the barn rafters. “Throw them up over those beams there, so you can watch your guts swinging from the rafters. Like sausages hanging from the beams of a smokehouse. How ‛bout that?” Lacy finished quietly.

Shocked at what he’d been witnessing, Rawley couldn’t move. His boots rooted to the dirt floor like a big oak. He’d never seen a female act like that before. Regaining focus, his ground eating stride placed him at Lacy’s side in seconds. He grabbed her wrist, swinging her around as he wrenched the knife out of her hand, scrutinizing the girl’s eyes. Lacy had traveled to somewhere deep within her soul. Moments later, her eyes came back into focus, fixing a deadly stare on him.

“That’s enough, Sunshine! I’m the law here. From now on you’ll do as I say!”

Freckled cheeks scorched with anger, she blasted the lawman, “I ought to whittle your ears off for that! Sides, you ain’t the only law around,” she told him through clinched teeth. Pushing around, him she moved toward the two boys, angrily tearing the guns out of their holsters. She shoved the pistols into his belly when she walked past him. Rawley caught them, barely. His eyes followed Lacy  as she struggled to slide open the barn door. He didn’t even bother to help, she’d pissed him off. The door continued protesting as the rusty wheels screeched from lack of use along its track. At last it slid open. She disappeared into the darkness.

 

Excerpt 2 from Freckled Venom Copperhead

 

 

 

Rawley’s eyes turned the color of a polished barrel,blue steel. He continued striding towardthe barn.He did not like what he saw, but kept his mouth shut as he loaded up Ed. Walking over to Aubrey, his hand grabbed a handful of hair, pulling up the boy’s head. Rawley looked into a purple and black swollen face, He was in no condition to walk. The boy needed to ride.

Lacy turned in her saddle to address the lawman, “Mount up. We got a good three days’ ride.”

Rawley advanced toward the girl, his anger flaring from beneath black lashes. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Aubrey can’t walk! He’s too badly hurt! Thanks to you! He needs to ride!”

Lacy leaned down toward the marshal, her eyes narrowing into slits, color brightening freckled cheeks in anger. “You listen to me good, Lovett. I’m not all brawn and muscle like you, so…” taking a finger and tapping her head, “I have to use my l’il pea-picking brain. Making my prisoners walk fifteen to twenty miles a day leaves them too tuckered out to argue with me at night, allowing me a little sleep. Keeping the food and water away, makes ‛em real tame. Now, mount up!”

That’s sadistic!”

“Is it? I call it self preservation. No one gets killed. No one gets hurt and we all arrive alive! Mount up!”

“You can’t keep taking your anger and your hatred out on the fugitives you catch, just because you don’t have the guts to confront your grandfather for what he did to you!” His eyes already frosty with anger, turned to diamond chips. “How many times do you have to kill your grandfather, before you give it up?”

Lacy recoiled as if she had been slapped.

“You have all the warmth and welcome of smallpox when it comes riding into town! You know that? He snapped. “I don’t know where you were in line when they passed out hearts. But, you sure as hell didn’t receive one!”

He saw Lacy drop her hooded look back into place, hiding her emotions, again.

Rawley spun angrily, walking back to Aubrey. Cutting enough rope to tie the boy in the saddle, he helped him up, eased him over to the horse, supporting him as he mounted. “I’ll get you to a doctor, soon as I can, son,” Rawley stated, finishing the knots.

Hearing the metallic click of a hammer being pulled back, Rawley stiffened, continuing to face the boy as he waited.

“The boy walks.”

“No. He rides,” he said. His already deep voice dropped lower. “Go ahead. Shoot me in the back. You do, I’ll see you hang,” Rawley threatened.

It seemed like ages before the marshal heard the hammer ease down with a soft click, a gun whispering back into its holster, leather creaking as horses moved off. Turning his head, his eyes followed the girl as she moved out. Keller, his hands tied by a rope half-hitched to Lacy’s saddle horn, struggled to remain on his feet as he was pulled along.

Rawley slowly expelled the breath he had been holding, “Damn kid. I’ve had enough,” he muttered. Whipping out his knife, he ran over to Keller, cleaning slicing the rope with a down turn of his wrist. The boy fell with the sudden slack.

Feeling the taunt rope go slack, Lacy spun around in the saddle, “Lovett! You bastard!” She yelled. Whirling Fancy around, she aimed the big grey on a collision course with the marshal. At the last second, Fancy swerved, throwing Lacy out of the saddle. She landed on top of Rawley, knocking both into the snow. Keller saw his chance. Scrambling up, he ran toward the nearest horse, his teeth chewing on the rope tying his hands. At last the knots loosened enough to where he could slide out his hands. Grabbing the reins, he mounted the big grey. Kicking heels into her ribs, he rode past the two still thrashing about in the snow.

“You damn little…she-devil!” Rawley grunted, taking another blow to his ribs.

Lacy scrambled out of his grasp. Standing, she locked both hands together, straightened her arms and swung, like an ax aiming at a large tree. The movement caught Rawley across his back, surprising, him and driving him to his knees. “That did it,” he mumbled, rising again.

Lacy had whirled, watching Keller ride off on her horse. Taking a few running steps, she suddenly landed face first in the snow. Rawley quickly grabbed both ankles lifting them up so the little hellion didn’t have any leverage. Lacy twisted. Turning and flopping like a hundred and fifteen pound catfish. “Lovett! I’ll kill you for this! I swear…I’ll kill you!” She yelled.

Rawley dragged her, sliding on her belly, pulling snow with her, like a plow, over to where Keller had dropped the rope. Bending down, he picked it up. Kneeling, he not so gently put a knee in her back. “Oww! You bastard! That hurt!” He trussed up her ankles, bending legs at the knees.

Lacy kept twisting, squirming, her body digging a hole in the snow, as she struggled to break the grip he had on her. Holding her kicking legs down with one hand, Rawley’s other hand, at last caught an irate arm, pulling that behind her, adding that to the ankles. Catching the other wrist, he added that to the three making a foursome. Breathing hard, he stood and surveyed his handiwork. Lacy twisted her neck. Seeing nothing, but snow covered boots and pants, she rolled on her side. She gave him the dirtiest look she could muster, “Lovett, you’re an ass! You let Keller get away!” She declared hotly.

The marshal heaved in more air for his starved lungs. Damn kid is quick. It had taken everything he had to subdue her. Fingers brushing his hair out of his eyes, he said, “Maybe that cold snow will cool down your temper some, Sunshine.”

Turning, he walked over to his hat. Picking it up, he brushed the snow off before resettling it back on his head. He threw one more look at the trussed up girl, then mounted. Two fingers brushed the brim of his hat as he nodded toward the girl, riding past her, heading off down the hill after Keller.

“Lovett?” Lacy yelled. “Where do you think you’re going? You can’t leave me like this! Lovett? Lovett…,” she yelled, dragging his name out to four or five syllables instead of the two. His name echoed against the granite backdrop of the mountains.

***

 

Who designed the covers?

We wanted striking, different covers to draw the readers eye right away. Cover photography is licensed from JC Leacock Photography out of Crested Butte, Co. His work is stunning. Bearhead Publishing LLC designed all the graphics and fonts found on the cover and inside under each chapter.

 

 

Who is your publisher and what are a few things you like about their business platform?

Bearhead Publishing LLC out of Brandenburg, Kentucky, a small press publishing company that is family owned. I liked the fact that they want their authors to retain their own unique writing voice. They offer all the same things a big company offers, but on a more personalized level. We have become good friends.

 

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I hope you have as much fun reading these western adventure/romance tales as I did writing them. Enjoy the ride!

 

 

Juliette Douglas, Author of Freck;ed Venom

Juliette Douglas, Author of Freckled Venom

Hello Folks,

 

I’m Juliette Douglas, new western author. I live in Kentucky where in real life I wash boats for a living. Yes, you read that right. I’m just a crusty, rusty old fart of a boat washer who has stories percolating around in my head as I scrub boats.

 

I live on an old farm with a passel of kids…uh…critters. Why do I write western action stories with a little romance thrown in…Go figure! I like to say it is a God thing. I have already published two western novels in 2013. Freckled Venom Copperhead and Freckled Venom Copperhead Strikes. Both receiving the 5-star rating from Readers’ Favorite. I am working on the third sequel in the Freckled Venom series, now. Titled: Freckled Venom – Skeletons making its debut summer 2014.

 

Take time to visit http://www.facebook.com/author.juliette.douglas for updates and events. I love to hear from fans of my books. Email me or friend me on facebook.  Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Freckled-Venom-Copperhead-Juliette-Douglas-ebook/dp/B00IEUXBV8/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1398947507&sr=1-1&keywords=freckled+venom

 

Genre: Western adventure/romance
Publisher: Bearhead Publishing LLC
 

Link of the Week

Link of the Week.  Had to share.  Some days require laughter.

Storm Warnings by Terri Hubbard Carle – Now on Sale!

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One click for link to Amazon

I sat down with the lovely and talented author,  Terri Hubbard Carle and asked a few questions about her latest release – Storm Warnings, which is on sale now through Sunday at Amazon.  Here’s what she had to say…

What inspired you to write your first book?-  I enjoyed writing in high-school. My English teacher encouraged me to continue writing , she felt I had a gift for story telling in a unique way in my writing. 

 Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?–Always hold on to faith, when faith is all you have, stand!
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?—Catherine Wolffe she is awesome!!!!
What book are you reading now?–Catherine Wolffe’s Casey’s Gunslinger- If you have not read it, you really should, it is awesome! (Not just saying that because she is interviewing me either ) 
 
What are your current projects?–I just finished writing a horror short-story believe or not, about Hell.  It will soon be published more info to come  I am working on a novel hopefully a little more on the lighter funnier side with a little sexy and sweet side. The name is still not definite. I have been known to change my mind on so we will see. 
 
Who designed the covers?- Dawn Sullivan with the input of Author Nicole Garcia. They actually have a joint venture creating book covers and swag for Authors and they do an awesome job!
Thanks so much, Terri!
******Readers, remember, Storm Warnings is on sale now through Sunday for only 99 cents.******  Here’s the link:http://www.amazon.com/Storm-Warnings-Terri-Hubbard-Carle-ebook/dp/B00JIHV9FG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1398942121&sr=1-1&keywords=terri+hubbard+carle

http://www.amazon.com/Storm-Warnings-Terri-Hubbard-Carle-ebook/dp/B00JIHV9FG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1398942121&sr=1-1&keywords=terri+hubbard+carle

Terri Hubbard Carle – author of Storm Warnings

 

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