The Alterealm Series by J. Risk is on virtual book tour. The new adult paranormal fantasy stops at the blog with an excerpt from The Witch....
The Alterealm Series by J. Risk is on virtual book tour. The new adult paranormal fantasy stops at the blog with an excerpt from The Witch.
Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for a signed paperback of The Huntress, e-book of choice by author, or $10 Amazon GC (1 winner each) and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).
The Huntress
Where all those things that go bump in the night are real and other realities do exist.
The Seer
The Empath
The Witch
Doing a favor for your best friend never works out.
J. Risk is a pseudonym used by Author Jacqueline Paige (Multi-published Paranormal Romance author of The Magic Seasons series, The Hidden Senses Trilogy, The Dream Series and more)
Follow the tour HERE for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!
Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for a signed paperback of The Huntress, e-book of choice by author, or $10 Amazon GC (1 winner each) and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).
Following your muse…
What drives a writer to sit down and write? The love of the written word? Creating worlds and characters? For the readers entertainment?
It’s most likely all of those, but for me it’s the never-ending nagging of my muse. She will literally deprive me of sleep when a plot needs to be jotted down and will not let me rest if there’s a particular scene she has playing over and over in my head.
I know it’s easy to blame the exhaustion on a fictitious muse … I believe every writer out there has one and will agree that even though they are beyond exhaustion with no time to spare the drive is coming from somewhere inside they can’t identify. That would be their muse.
I have been asked how I find the time to write as much as I do in addition to being a mother to five and having a full-time 60+ hours a week job at one point. My answer … I don’t know! And I don’t. I have no idea how I’m able to sit up long past when most of my body has already gone to sleep and write entire chapters. Does it ever catch up to me? Yes. In those few times my muse is otherwise entertained or resting I’m able to take a nap from time to time. Of course, she is recharged much faster than I am and will wake me when a new idea has formed.
Presently I have a list of plot ideas and characters that are waiting to be written. If I were to sit down and do nothing but write ten hours a day it would keep me with more than enough to do for the next few years – at least.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining – I love my muse. I even gave her my middle name and that’s what we see on the covers of my books. We have a wonderful relationship, I just need an assistant and another set of hands to type with to keep up with her. I do wish she would learn how to proof read and edit, that would save me hours of stress as I try to get one story off to the publisher as she’s feeding the next one into my brain.
I may have titled this piece wrong, I don’t follow my muse I hang on tight and hope she stops occasionally so I can eat and sleep.
I definitely need a clone or assistant…
The start of The Alterealm Series…
When I started writing The Huntress, I didn’t stop to plot it out. I knew the start of the book and the rest just happened on the fly, the story came so quickly I could barely type fast enough to keep up with it. I don’t normally sit down and plot a book before writing, but I do have a general idea of who, what, when and where. With Alterealm I didn’t know any of that.
I didn’t intend to write a series, just a solo story under a new pen name that wouldn’t have any “R” ratings that both new adults and adults could enjoy.
I sat down to read the story when it was finished and realized I’d just committed to writing at least nine books in the series. There was no way I could write one book when I’d introduced nine dynamic brothers on the pages. I realized I’d created a whole realm of characters, literally.
By book two I had to start a binder to keep each character/name mentioned in it, so I could keep traits, appearances and so many other details straight. (more than once my beta readers and editor have brought to my attention that characters eye colors have changed throughout a book) With each book I bring a new main character in, and that usually comes with secondary characters. I’m currently writing book six and to date there are eighty characters or names mentioned, whether in passing or appearing more than once. I had no idea one story was going to go this far.
It wasn’t just character facts I had to organize for quick reference, I created an entire world of beings, abilities and items I had to remember. Different realms, porting, barriers, wards, mages, witches, not to mention other beings that aren’t quite human — this is just a small bit of what I had to sort out and keep straight.
My solo story of a bounty hunter waking up in a different realm turned into a series of nine royal brothers from another realm that keep the balance between their realm and ours. It turned into a series with dynamic women of strength that are both compassionate and fierce at the same time. It turned into a series with the most awesome abilities and funniest moments any characters I’ve created have had.
I don’t know where the next four books are going to go, or if there will be more beyond the original nine, but I can’t wait to find out.
The Huntress
The
Alterealm Series Book 1
by
J. Risk
Genre:
New Adult Paranormal Fantasy
Where all those things that go bump in the night are real and other realities do exist.
What
would you do if you woke up in another realm where the residents are
beings from fictional tales?
Where
all those things that go bump in the night are real and other
realities do exist!!
Damariss
Maxx just woke up in a world where all those things that go bump in
the night are real.
An
alternate realm where the residents are beings she thought only
existed in fiction.
Will
she find the way to keep life normal and simple for those unknowing
without losing her own sanity?
All
she has to do now is find a way to protect the people in her world
from the nightmares that have bleed from this other realm into it and
fulfill a prophecy that says she's their huntress queen or doom this
other world to a bleak, violent existence.
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The Seer
The
Alterealm Series Book 2
Sometimes
crazy is all that works…
Different.
Weird. Unwanted. Crazy. Afraid.
That’s
been the story of Crissy’s life.
A
life spent never quite knowing why she has these visions in her head.
And
just why she’s so afraid.
Finding
herself important and accepted for the first time in her life, the
workings of this other realm are confusing, but feel familiar. She’s
seen it before, and that feeling may just be home.
Now
in a place where she’s understood and loved, Crissy’s visions may
just help to tip the balance in the fight between good and evil.
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The Empath
The
Alterealm Series Book 3
A
century of questions brought no answers, until now.
A
century always on the move, never aging and not being able to form
relationships, Alona has far more questions than answers. Absorbing
the emotional turmoil of others is bad enough, with the headaches,
nausea and blackouts, but it is the loneliness that is a never-ending
ache.
A
bizarre encounter with a crazy-erratic redhead in a nightclub brings
her the promise of answers, if only she can open her mind to the
possibilities. Life will change in ways she never thought possible,
or could ever imagine.
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The Witch
The
Alterealm Series Book 4
Doing a favor for your best friend never works out.
Finding
a best friend and roommate in Erin, Bethany agrees to use her magic
to help a group of Erin’s new friends. But something told her that
things were off, and now she’s got to use her powers to get her
friend back.
Sharing
a small apartment and struggling to survive was far better than being
locked away with no word of Erin, and a niggling feeling that the
stories she was told aren’t the truth.
Discovering
another realm, learning about her powers and making things right,
Bethany must make amends for all she did wrong, no matter the
consequences.
J. Risk is a pseudonym used by Author Jacqueline Paige (Multi-published Paranormal Romance author of The Magic Seasons series, The Hidden Senses Trilogy, The Dream Series and more)
I
wanted to write a story that would fit into new adult levels as well
as adult. Something that was serious with fun elements--paranormal /
fantasy that everyone could read and enjoy.
I've
decided to use J. Risk as the pen name for this to separate this
series from my other writing which is definitely adult reading
material.
Jacqueline
Paige lives in Ontario in a small town that's part of the popular
Georgian Triangle area.
She
began her writing career in 2006 and since her first published works
in 2009 she hasn't stopped. Jacqueline describes her writing as "all
things paranormal", which she has proven is her niche with
stories of witches, ghosts, physics and shifters now on the
shelves.
When
Jacqueline isn't lost in her writing she spends time with her five
children, most of whom are finally able to look after her instead of
the other way around. Together they do random road trips, that
usually end up with them lost, shopping trips where they push every
button in the toy aisle, hiking when there's enough time to escape
and bizarre things like creating new daring recipes in the kitchen.
She's a grandmother to four (so far) and looks forward to corrupting
many more in the years to come.
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The Witch Excerpt:
I glared at the clear wall. I’d done it all right. The royal guard had called someone when I told him I had news of Leone and now I was standing in a large glass box. I touched it, I wasn’t even sure if it was glass, whatever it was I was surrounded by it. I couldn’t even see out of it, how that was possible to not see through clear glass, I had no idea. I paced around trying not to scream. I’d already tried magic to no avail. It was blocked in here.
Something changed on the one side of my cube and a man stood looking at me through the glass. Another giant. He had long black hair and haunting grey eyes. He didn’t look anything like Leone. He just stood there legs apart, arms crossed over his large chest, just looking at me like I was a bug.
I didn’t know if he could hear me or not, but I didn’t have time for this staring contest. “As much as I appreciate being chosen to be part of your display case barbies, I don’t have time for games. I need to find Leone’s brothers.”
He turned his head and then two more men stood there. Twin giants. Holy crap was all I could think there.
“Guys, this isn’t going to help Leone. Find me someone in charge. Do you guys speak English or is all that muscle blocking off your voice boxes?” I sighed. No reaction at all.
Two women appeared and then in the span of a few moments ten pairs of eyes were staring right at me. They were talking, but I couldn’t read lips. I looked for any resemblance to Leone. One had the same brown eyes, and another had the same hair color as Leone, neither looked very approachable. The one with the I-will-kill-you-and-not-think-twice aura and same hair color as Leone moved to the side.
“You have news of my brother?”
I actually jumped when his voice filled my cube. I nodded. “Yes.” I’d found his family.
“Where are you from?”
I frowned. “Pluto, what the hell does that matter?”
He turned and again I couldn’t hear them.
“Seriously?” Reaching into my pocket I pulled out the chain and pendant Leone had said everyone knew was his. Holding it in my palm, I went over to the wall and slapped my hand against it. All eyes went wide. Oh, they knew that, I thought. “Figured that would get your attention,” I said just in case they could hear me. I stared at the one with Leone’s eyes. “I don’t have time to screw around. Leone needs help. Now.”
The door to my display cubical opened. The guard that had put me in here motioned for me to come out. I did hesitantly, then went where he pointed. Into the space with those ten anxious and angry looking people. Mostly angry.
“Talk quickly,” the big scary one said, then waved his hand for me to speak.
“Oh yeah, you’re definitely related to him.” My hands tingled, my magic must not be blocked in this room. He was huge and scary as shit. He stepped toward me. I held up my hand, sparks and all toward him. “You stay right there.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
Someone snorted.
A dark-haired man with a scar on his face stepped in my direction. He didn’t look happy at all. “Back off, Scarface. I’m here because I need help.”
I felt this pressure inside my head and raised my hands further making sure all could see the energy sparking from them. “Whoever is trying to mess in my head, knock it off.”
“Look, honey,” A tall man with a baby face and serious eyes held his hands up toward me.
“Stay there, Tarzan, we don’t have time for this.”
“Oh gods. Can she stay? We need this in our lives. I need this in my life.” The tall twin with the goatee said, a big grin on his face.
“Excuse me?” The tall dark-haired woman with drool worthy boots said glaring at him.
He shook his head. “Beloved, for entertainment purposes only. She knew Troy was messing in her head, Rafael is Tarzan, and she’s going to hurt Victor? Come on, it’s awesome.”
My nerves were winding tighter and tighter inside me. Soon I was going to start blasting anyone that moved.
Thanks for having the Alterealm Series here
ReplyDeleteIt's my pleasure. Best of luck with the books and book tour! I included the tour in the Sept. 22, 2018 edition edition of The BookTube Your Shelf Daily Reader: https://paper.li/Readeropolis/1517059010#/
DeleteI like the sun/moon symbol.
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