Sunday, June 22, 2014

Blog Tour & Author Interview

Today, I have something a little different (but hopefully exciting) for you all. I have agreed to take part in a blog tour for J A Kenney's latest release. As part of that, I completed a first - my first interview of another author. Below is details on the book (which I am definitely looking forward to reading) as well as a giveaway link (hint, hint!). So here it goes, my first ever author interview:

How long have you been writing? Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?
As a very young child, I would create stories in my head to entertain myself. I first started writing them down as a teenager, short stories, screenplays, pieces of novels, even the first few rough chapters of the story that later became Silver Strife. However, at that time I never thought I would write professionally. I went to college for business, worked my way up to Senior Accountant. A couple of years ago, I decided to write down that old story that had been brewing in my head for a decade, and so I wrote the first draft of Silver Strife. I was hooked, and have been writing ever since!

What inspires you in your writing?
Everything and anything. I write down story ideas based on dreams, random thoughts, daydreams, nightmares, music, or a stroll in the park!

Do you have a favourite place to write?
I usually write in my favorite recliner, with my laptop on the arm, and my faithful shadow Kitty curled up next to me.

Music while you write, yes or no?
Depends, some days I need the music to set a mood I'm not feeling, or to motivate me when I'm tired. Most of the time I forget little things like music, or chores, or lunch when I'm writing. I tend to get really absorbed in the world and characters I am creating.

What is your current favourite book? Or if you can’t name just one, what was your last five-star read?
I can never come up with one book!
Pleasure Unbound by Larissa Ione (Paranormal Romance)
Altered Carbon by Richard K Morgan (Science Fiction)
The Rowan by Anne McCaffrey (Sci-Fantasy)

Tell me a little about Silver Strife.
Silver Strife is based on a future Earth devastated by centuries of war, and ruled by a caste of genetically engineered people called Elites. Quicksilver, who is an immortal, is reborn as one of these Elites, and defects to the rebel forces to try and bring down that government.
At its core, Silver Strife is a story about tough decisions, love, and loss. Quicksilver is sworn to protect all mortal life and she is caught in the middle of a war.

What’s one thing you want people to know about the Quicksilver series?
Immortal Quicksilver began with the idea of Immortal alien beings that were not only somewhere out there, but right here, right now. Born here, living here, dying here, fighting by our side, or against us, influencing history and shaping our world.
The root of all the stories in the series is the war between two groups of Immortals, one determined to enslave or destroy all mortal life, and the other to save it.

Describe the character of Quicksilver in three words.
Ancient Immortal Warrior
I could also say Hell on Wheels, because she never seems to be able to stay out of trouble!


Summary

Silver Strife: An Immortal Quicksilver Novel
Quicksilver is an ancient immortal warrior. One of a group of alien beings that were once pure energy, living in the void between galaxies, and who have taken mortal form to influence history.
The Purists, compelled by a zealot prophet, are immortal extremists who will use any means at their disposal to wipe out all mortal life. Qui and her Conservationist brethren have spent millions of years fighting for their survival.
In Silver Strife, Quicksilver has been reincarnated on an Earth devastated by centuries of planet-wide civil war. She awakens in the body of a human Elite named Lini: one of a race of superhumans, bred and trained by a Purist-led government to massacre the remnants of humanity. Quicksilver joins the rebel forces, despite their reluctance to trust a hated Elite, determined to take down the brutal dictatorship that has decimated the human race.
From their first meeting, she is drawn to Captain David Mitchell, the rebel officer who aided her escape from the Elite's gilded cage. Even after swearing to never love again when her last mortal lover was killed saving her life, she finds herself falling for the honorable and driven soldier.
When Quicksilver crosses the path of an immortal ally on a top-secret mission behind enemy lines, a decision is forced upon her. She must choose between the fate of the human rebels, her mortal lover, and fulfilling her Conservationist oath to protect all mortal life. 
Excerpt

C h a p t e r   O n e

R E B I R T H

I was alive, in a new mortal shell, a different place, and time. If I had believed in some benevolent supernatural creature that controlled every aspect of reality, I would have thanked it. Instead, I just felt a sort of ambivalent relief.
Time was a true fourth dimension. Ages and epochs made long sweeping circles across the void, and immortals traveled between those rings like icebreakers smashing through a frozen sea. So we died just like everyone else, a truth that I thought a glaring irony. However, we came back, born again into new flesh, and in this new vessel, I could forge ahead in the eons long war against the Purists—a war that raged across the whole of space and time.
For years, I caught only brief glimpses of this life: a stern woman’s face looking down at me as I lay in a clear plastic bassinet, the pain of a broken wrist, and the unpleasant jab of tanbark against my spine. Born into this body, my spirit slept in a small corner of its mind. United and yet separate until the physical form was ready, for a child’s mind simply could not process eternity.
My thoughts snapped into place, and I inherited, in excruciating detail, the memories of a lifetime lived. No immortal knew what happened when our minds achieved synergy, but it felt like my soul suddenly clicked into alignment with this body’s neurons. The process was abrupt and shocking even after untold permutations, like a memory dump from a massive supercomputer. Twenty years of daily events, knowledge, and struggles were mine in a split second. I knew who I was, where I was, and what I was. A place, time, and identity that could not have been less to my liking.
My vision cleared. I stood in a well-lit hall lined with thick metal plates and reinforced doors. A calm yet commanding voice played in the background—a subtle reminder to cultivate unity and serve the greater purpose. “Preserve strength. Embody perfection. Maintain obedience.”
My eyes discreetly explored the lines and curves of my body. It was petite and feminine, with sufficient curves to avoid being boyish but a distinct lack of height. The skin on my delicate long-fingered hands was a dark caramel, the nails neatly manicured, and I ran one of them through straight waist-length black hair to feel its smooth silky thickness.
Surrounding me were a plethora of other young people, all of them disturbingly alike. They all had dark hair, dark eyes, and honey-toned skin, complemented by bodies that were young, attractive, and fit. These were the Union Elite. All dressed in uniforms of white button-down shirts, black slacks or skirts, and shiny polished black shoes. They looked like bronzes cast from the same mold, and the effect was eerie, like being surrounded by dozens of identical twins all filing in an unnatural orderly fashion to their next classes. This compound was built to house and educate society’s so-called best and brightest, but the hall and building surrounding it were armored for a reason.
I knew, from this and previous lives, that there was danger here, and not just to the students’ minds from blatant indoctrination. Their Civil War was a constant threat, often bleeding over into these remaining pockets of civilization. The year was three hundred and fifty-six in the Plebeian calendar, and this was the planet Earth.
The Elites’ university was situated on the semi-arid high plains that I remembered as the United States of America. Now this area of windblown and sun-scorched earth was called the North Western Sector. When the new era was founded centuries ago, the people of the world had experienced a brief period of renewed hope. The world had been united, all people were equal, and they would work together to build a better future for humankind. The newly christened Elites would be benevolent and altruistic leaders.
The naïveté of those people and their dream of endless peace had not lasted a decade. Instead, the world had been plunged into a centuries-long Civil War, and was ruled over by a cruel and selfish caste of super humans who viewed the rest of humanity as base, dangerous, animals. All at the whim and design of a single Purist, another immortal, who had twisted those noble dreams to his purpose. Yet, those events were now distant history, and I had to live in the here and now.
A bell chimed, and the students disappeared into their bunker-like classrooms. I stood frozen in place as they passed me by, still caught in the shock of a new and different existence. A number of confused glances were thrown my way.
“Lini. Is something wrong?” A soft touch to my arm preceded the serious expression that drifted into view. The voice and face were familiar. One of the many Elites who was genetically this body’s first cousin. She motioned me toward one of the open doors.
“No, nothing is wrong, Saran. I apologize for my inattention.” I forced myself into motion and trailed after the line of students filing into their next lecture.
The room was stark, white cinderblock walls with a half-dozen small wooden desks facing a larger desk and chalkboard. The lack of windows managed to give it an even more depressing penal feel. I plopped into an open seat, dropped my light backpack on the floor, and turned to face the instructor.
“Today, we will be discussing the foundation of the Union,” said Charles, the history professor. He leaned against his large wooden desk in a casual pose that portrayed both confidence and arrogance in spades. Dark hair and eyes, sharp cheekbones, and a toned body, a model specimen of the Union’s breeding program. In a vain attempt to delay a long afternoon of monotony and conveniently edited events, I sighed, and put my hand up.
Charles ignored me.
“Before the founding of the Union, the world was littered with separate countries. These small powers drove a nearly constant state of warfare, resulting in widespread poverty, and humanitarian abuses. Today, I want us to discuss how these governmental, cultural, social, and economic entities were motivated by greed, racism, and false prophets to enforce their individual wills on all peoples. Saran, if you could read the excerpt on page 325, the third paragraph concerning Manifest Destiny.”
History, or the self-serving fiction of a victorious reactionary authoritarian regime.
The Union had started out as a tempting illusion dangled before the people of Earth by a Purist, but it quickly turned into the malignant nightmare he intended. Millions died in the ethnic cleansing Petrov instituted, and even more in the unsuccessful wars to overthrow him. Hundreds of years later, a small group ruled from on high by virtue of the “superiority” of their birth and technological advancement had ground to a screeching halt. Meanwhile, the rest of humanity was withering under the weight of its own impotence.
The distinct crack of submachine gun fire yanked me back into the present. My senses instantly alert to the slightest movement. Another shot rang out, and men’s shouts laced with pain came from the direction of the building’s entrance. The unexpected sounds faded into a misleading tranquility.
“Raid,” I whispered to shatter the pregnant silence.

Buy Links

 The e-book is available for sale for $5.99 via the BDP Digital Shop and other online booksellers

Publisher Shop
http://www.bottomdrawerpublications.net/#!silver-strife/cg34
Links for Amazon, Apple, All Romance, Barnes & Noble, Kobo etc will be provided when the book becomes available for pre-order soon.

 Release Giveaway

1st Prize: Paperback copy of “Silver Strife”
2nd Prize: $10 BDP Voucher
3 copies of “Silver Strife” e-book


About the Author

J.A. KENNEY
  
J.A. Kenney lives in Aurora, Colorado, with a breathtaking view of the Rocky Mountains—in the winter, when the sky is clear, and if she stands on her tiptoes in exactly the right spot.

Three cats, a Chihuahua mix who thinks she is a Mastiff, and her beloved husband share her humble abode.

She has been writing since she found out that playing alien witches was more fun than tag. Her stories are a blend of science fiction, fantasy, and romance with strong female protagonists and drool worthy heroes.

When she is not writing she reads voraciously, sings, skis, rides her Harley, and grudgingly assists with home improvement projects.

http://jakenney.com/
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