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Today I am pleased to feature an interview with author Jacqueline Paige.

? How many jobs did you have before you became a writer?

Oh my, there are too many to count.  I’ve worked retail, factories and hospitality. I’ve been the lowly line slug and happy cashier to the lead hand, supervisor and manager. I’ve had my own businesses, partnerships and family endeavors … I’m definitely a Jacq of all trades.

? How long does it take you to write a book?

It can take me anywhere from 20 days to a year.  For the ones that take 20-30 days, my hands are sore, arms hurt and my brain is mush when I’m finished!  The ones that take longer usually means I’m working on more than one at a time.  If I didn’t have that silly day job thing, I’d write 24/7 for sure.

? Where do you get your ideas or inspiration for your characters?

I honestly can’t pinpoint that.  The oddest things will give me a great idea and sometimes without much thought I have another character running around in my head pushing to the front of the line to have their story told.  I’ve had a complete character story pop into my head just by seeing an object or picture. 

? How do you decide what you want to write about?

More often than not a character will come to mind and then I have to unravel their story.  Occasionally though I’ll have this idea of a plot and have to spend some time finding the right characters for it.  I always have more than one story in my mind, it’s the one that keeps me awake that gets told first.

? What are you reading right now?

I actually just found the time to go out and get Christine Feehan’s Dark Storm. I can’t wait to read it! I love her Carpathians.

? What do you like to do when you are not writing?

Sleep.  Boring, I know but it’s the truth.  I’m a manager and work too many hours in a week, on call roughly 17 hours of every day, so when I get the chance I like to sleep.  Unfortunately, I still only manage an average 4 hours of that every 24 hours or so.  L

? What do you think makes a good story?

I like when a story makes me think.  I also like a story that leaves just a little bit at the end to make wonder.  Giving me all the answers and tying everything into a nice neat bow at the end doesn’t make me want to read more from that author. 

? Who would you consider your favorite author and why?

I’m not sure I have one favorite.  I can narrow it down to two, Christine Feehan and Sherrilyn Kenyon.  Why … because seriously I don’t know where they come up with their ideas but I’m pretty sure there isn’t much that haven’t had a character do, and if there is I’m sure both authors will cross that bridge and wow us some more. 

Fun random questions: 

• dogs or cats?  dogs
• Coffee or tea? coffee
• Dark or milk chocolate? milk
• Rocks or flowers? rocks
• Night or day? night
• Favorite color? purple
• Crayons or markers? markers
• Pens or pencils? pens

Thanks so much for having me here today!!!

Heart Book I in Animal Trilogy
By Jacqueline Paige
Three women without knowledge of their true heritage...
Three men that have waited for their mate all of their lives...
Hearts and tempers collide with wild passions and animal instincts in the Animal Trilogy
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Heart
Torn from her sheltered life, Rayne is alone and scared after she discovers her fiancé is not the man she thought he was.  Unable to accept the corrupt world he belongs to, she flees to the furthest possible location she can reach on her own.  Nothing could ever prepare her for the journey and what she finds out when she arrives.

Is she strong enough to survive on her own?

The epitome of the lone wolf, Devin stays in the wilderness and far away from people, avoiding the decision of whether to accept his title as leader and alpha of the pack.  One alluring woman stirs up his resolve and passion when she disturbs his solitary world.  The man inside is tempted in a way he can’t understand but his wolf knows he’s found his mate.
Can he have her without succumbing to the responsibilities waiting for him?

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Blog Tour: Relocated by Margaret Fieland

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Welcome to The Wormhole and my day on the tour.

It is my pleasure to feature:

Margaret Fieland and Relocated.

About the Author:

Born and raised in New York City, Margaret Fieland has been around art and music all her life. Daughter of a painter, she is the mother of three grown sons and an accomplished flute and piccolo player. She is an avid science fiction fan, and selected Robert A. Heinlein's “Farmer in the Sky” for her tenth birthday, now long past. She lives in the suburbs west of Boston, MA with her partner and a large number of dogs. Her poems, articles and stories have appeared in journals and anthologies such as Melusine, Front Range Review, Umbrella Journal and All Rights Reserved. In spite of making her living as a computer software engineer, she turned to one of her sons to format the initial version of her website, a clear illustration of the computer generation gap.  Her book, "Relocated," was released by MuseItUp Publishing in July, 2012. The Angry Little Boy," will be published by 4RV publishing in early 2013.

You may visit her website, http://www.margaretfieland.com

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Book Description:

When fourteen-year-old Keth's dad is transferred to planet Aleyne, he doesn't know what to expect. Certainly not to discover Dad grew up here, and studied with Ardaval, a noted Aleyni scholar. On Aleyne, Keth’s psi ability develops. However, psi is illegal in the Terran Federation. After a dangerous encounter with two Terran teenagers  conflict erupts between Keth and his father. Keth seeks sanctuary with Ardaval.  Studying with the Aleyne scholar Keth learns the truth about his own heritage. After Keth's friend's father, Mazos, is kidnapped, Keth ignores the risks and attempts to free him. Little does he realize who will pay the cost as he becomes involved with terrorists.

Excerpt:

“What do you mean I must undergo a psi exam? The Terran Federation legislates against any use of psi." The speaker, a human woman with wild gray hair, glared at the immigration official.

 I gazed at the official. Like most Aleyni, he stood over six feet, slender, with extra wide hands, and thumbs able to bend all the way back. His head appeared more oval than humans, too, and he showed almost no external ears. His skin appeared almost black, like Dad’s and mine, and hers appeared pale. His dark skin provided a welcome spot of color against the general gray of the space port interior. The temperature felt pleasant enough, though; nicely warm instead of the chill of the Terran Federation space station circling above Aleyne.

He could have been reading a laundry list. “Madam, Aleyne is a sovereign planet, not part of the Terran Federation, and if you want to clear immigration you must undergo a psi exam.” He pushed a data cube toward her. “Either sign the consent form and undergo the exam, or go back up to the space station.” He added, “Take it or leave it,” in Aleyni. No one else noticed.

She threw the data cube on the floor, stomped, and it shattered into fragments. “I won’t do it. I don’t want any aliens screwing around in my head.”

   The official stared at her for a moment. “It’s against our ethics to screw around.”

   The woman crossed her arms. “I don’t believe you.”

    “You can return to the space station and take the next ship out.” The official’s face revealed nothing, and his gray eyes stared straight at her. His hands hung loose at his side. I considered him a model of polite behavior, considering. I would have punched her.

The woman stared at him. Her head tilted up, because she barely made five feet. Her face, which wore a ferocious frown, turned bright red. Maybe she disliked dark skin, or maybe she simply hated Aleynis.

“I’m going.” She spat the words, turned, glared at us, and marched down the corridor. I glanced back and noticed her arguing with a Space Force officer. The expression on his face would have curdled milk.

Dad prodded me. “Keth, come on.” He grabbed two data cubes, scanned them, and signed both. The official passed both of them through his reader and put one through a slot. “How old is the boy?”

“I’m fourteen Terran standard years. That makes me sixteen in Aleyni years. The Aleyni year is shorter than ours.”

“You need to consent for yourself.” He passed me a new cube and I signed.

The official threw it away and handed me another. “Read first and then sign.”

I sighed loudly and read the whole thing, both the top half, in Aleyni, and the bottom, in English Common Speech. I started to compare the two, noticing how much clearer informed consent appeared in the Aleyni version, when Dad prodded me. I signed the form and returned the cube to the official. “Okay, I read it.”

            The official smiled and pushed it through the slot after Dad’s.

I wasn’t scared, since Dad told me about the need to take a psi exam. The Aleyni checked for any kind of plant or animal, or whether we planned a terrorist attack. Dad said Federation anti-psi fanatics attacked a couple of times recently, so I understood why they checked carefully.

The examiner set me in a chair. He asked me again if I consented to the exam. When I said yes, the examiner put his hands on the sides of my face, looking into my eyes.

His hands burned hot against my skin. A thousand ants chewed through my brain and a voice whispered questions I couldn’t quite make out. I tried to take a breath, but my throat tightened, and I gasped aloud. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to stop shaking. I shook my head, trying to make the voices go away, and the examiner removed his hands and stared into my eyes for a moment. The buzzing voices stopped, leaving my head feeling as though it would burst open. The examiner smiled at me and passed me through the checkpoint. A couple of minutes went by before my stomach stopped heaving, but hammers still pounded inside my head.

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