Friday, November 17, 2017

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Witch of Death

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Murder isn’t always committed with magic unless a witch is involved. 

Detective Reid Sanders doesn’t believe in the supernatural, but when he’s faced with a crime scene that defies the laws of nature, he has no other choice but to start believing. And solving a magical murder involves working with a witch.

Liberty Sawyer embodies the look of your classic evil witch, so, it’s no surprise when she uncovers the murderer is a witch that she becomes Reid’s number one suspect. If she can’t convince him otherwise, more people could lose their lives to dark magic, including her.

Liberty Sawyer glided swiftly through the horde of police officers, reporters, and on- lookers. Black hair fell from a rigid part in the middle of her scalp to her hips. Her eyes were a soul-stabbing blue and her lips were blood-red. She towered over the other officers on the scene, and wore all black, which set off the pallor of her skin.
Showing her badge to the officer, she slipped under the crime scene tape. A few paces away, she spotted Detective Corbin talking to his new partner, a man she knew by name but hadn’t had the privilege of meeting yet.
“I cannot believe you called her,” the new man was saying when she came up behind them. “We don’t need a damn psychic!”
“Actually, I’m a witch.” She smiled when Reid jolted and turned to face her. “I’m Detective Liberty Sawyer.” She stuck out her hand.
“Detective Reid Sanders,” he grunted back and took her hand.
The feel of his palm against hers sent tingles of lust from the tips of her fingers to her shoulder blade, and she knew he felt it too by the way he jerked his hand back. She winked at him playfully, hoping it would unnerve him even more.


Chrys Fey is the author of the Disaster Crimes Series, a unique concept blending romance, crimes, and disasters. She’s an administrator for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, running their newsletter and book club. She’s also an editor for Dancing Lemur Press.

Fey realized she wanted to write by watching her mother pursue publication. At the age of twelve, she started her first novel, which flourished into a series she later rewrote at seventeen.

Fey lives in Florida and is always on the lookout for hurricanes. She has four cats and three nephews, both keep her entertained with their antics.

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Thursday, November 16, 2017

Guest Blog: The Monster Of Selkirk by C.E. Clayton

UFI welcomes Author C.E. Clayton. Thanks for Joining us!!

“Elves? Why elves?”

Greetings, fans of UFI! My name is Chelscey, but I go by my pen name C.E. Clayton as it’s much easier to search for then trying to get the spelling of my name right. I am the author of “The Monster of Selkirk” series, a YA to adult fantasy series, and I am thrilled to be doing a guest blog today! I don’t want to spend too much time talking about myself, but in a nutshell I recently moved from Southern California, where I spent my whole life, to New Orleans with my husband, our three fur-babies, and far too many electronics. I am a big fan of tattoos and dying my hair fun colors when I can (which isn’t often, my hair doesn’t like it all that much). I used to work in the Advertising/Media industry before the move, but now I focus on writing full time.
Speaking of writing, you may be asking yourself: “why, of all the mythical and fantasy creatures there are, why choose to make elves into monsters?” Well, I am so glad you asked!
I am a big fan of video game RPG’s, especially Dungeons and Dragons-esque games. I’ve always liked that, depending on the game publisher, elves were either these lithe, elegant creatures who had a palpable arrogance when it came to the other races. I also love how in other games, elves were considered second class citizens, creatures to be shunned and kicked out of the way if they were in the cities, or avoided due to their hostility out in the wilds. Sure, most people think of the Lord Of The Ring’s elves if they think about the creatures at all, but while I love the world Tolkien made, the elves weren’t the creatures I loved most in his books.
So, when I got the itch to finally pen all the voices in my head and give them life, I decided that this was my chance to bring to life the two opposing forces I found so interesting in elves. Their strength, their beauty, their connection to the forest, their abhorrence for humans and those who abuse the land, their heightened senses that make them a force to be reckoned with despite their small stature, but make them worthy of the scorn others show them. I turned my elves into monsters, leering beasts that fell from grace and now exact their revenge on humans in a terrifying and bloody manner.
I took the things people immediately associated with elves, and flipped it on its head. Thus altering a well-known creature and, hopefully, turning it into something different, new, and exciting. Transforming them into beasts that my readers are familiar with, but are still completely new and surprising. Given this is my first published fantasy series, I wanted to create something that was digestible, but still fantastic and interesting, even without a complicated magic system that has become so expected in this genre.
While taking a monster like a goblin or an orc might have been traditionally more terrifying, more expected, part of the tragedy that are Selkirk’s feral elves, is that they weren’t always beasts that occasionally steal children to snack on. They were beautiful, and relatively peaceful, making their fall all the more gut wrenching because deep down, I want the readers to feel a bit bad for the elves. You should pity them, at least just a little. They are monsters now, certainly, but they weren’t always. Which makes the question as to who, or what, the monster of Selkirk is, all the more fun to discover!
I hope my explanation about the twist I gave the elves in my book piqued your interest enough to pick up “The Monster of Selkirk” series! If you have questions about the elves, or the kind of fantasy creatures you wish were displayed more in the fantasy genre, I’d love to hear from you, as well. Just send me a message on my Facebook page or website. Thanks for letting me take over the blog today, it’s been a pleasure!

C. E. Clayton was born and raised in Southern California where she worked in the advertising industry for several years on accounts that ranged from fast food, to cars, and video games (her personal favorite). This was before she packed up her life, husband, two displeased cats, and one very confused dog and moved to New Orleans. Now, she is a full time writer (mainly in the fantasy genre), her cats are no longer as displeased, and her dog no longer confused.

More about C.E. Clayton, including her blog, book reviews, and poetry, can be found on her website:

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The Duality of Nature
The Monster of Selkirk #1
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Monsters come in many forms, and not everyone knows a monster when they see one. After three hundred years of monstrous, feral elves plaguing the island nation of Selkirk, everyone believes they know what a monster is. Humans have learned to live with their savage neighbors, enacting a Clearing every four years to push the elves back from their borders. The system has worked for centuries, until after one such purge, a babe was found in the forest.

As Tallis grows, she discovers she isn’t like everyone else. There is something a little different that makes people leery in her presence, and she only ever makes a handful of friends.

But when the elves gather their forces and emerge from the forests literally hissing Tallis’s name like a battle mantra, making friends is the least of her troubles. Tallis and her companions find themselves on an unwilling journey to not only clear her name, but to stop the elves from ravaging her homeland.


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Guest Blog: Bitter Harvest Series by Ann Gimpel

UFI welcomes Author Ann Gimpel. Thanks for Joining us!!

Thanks so much for inviting me back to your blog. It’s the best compliment of all. I hope the close of the old year and the start of the new fulfills all your dream.

The Value of True Friendship

In this era where most of us have hundreds, if not thousands, of social media “friends” we’ve never met, there’s a tendency to either steer clear of our real friends, or not bother with flesh-and-blood relationships in favor of sitting in front of a screen. Virtually all of my writer friends are, well, virtual. There are only a couple I truly know. And if it weren’t for attending conventions, I wouldn’t know them.

So where am I going with this? Quite a while ago someone did a study on social support. It’s been replicated a number of times, so I’m certain the findings were valid. In any event, the perception that we have social supports is just as effective as really having them. By that token, virtual friendships are just as potent as real ones.

One of my flesh-and-blood writer buddies has spent most of her career as a journalist. When she was young, she worked for a very famous novelist, doing research for his books. Back then (1980s) authors all had agents and they visited those agents and their publishing houses, which by the way, treated their writers like gold. In other words, they had lots of human interaction.

Roll the clock forward a few decades. The Big Six no longer treat their authors as anything other than commodities except for a few consistently high producers like Stephen King. There are hundreds of small presses and hundreds of thousands of independent writers who self publish.

Before I started writing, I came from a long career as a psychologist which was very isolating. I always chose to practice in a group setting so I’d have someone to talk with. Yes, I know I always had patients to talk with, but that’s not a friendship. The therapy relationship exists solely for the client and can be very draining on the therapist. We worry a lot about our clients, but never tell them that.

For many of the same reasons I selected group practice, I chose to work with publishers when I wanted to become a writer. I truly appreciate having copy editors, line editors, cover artists, acquisitions editors, etc. to visit with because writing, too, is a very isolating occupation.

For the true introverted intuitives of the world, the Internet is a huge boon. It allows them distance from other humans while also providing the illusion of social support.

So, what is true friendship? Once upon a time it was my best friend who I picked up the phone and called. Do I still do that? Yes, but not nearly as much. Now I use email. It’s faster and easier. Or I text. It would be a fascinating social psychology experiment to take a close look at how people craft their relationships in modern times and whether there’s any connection between the high divorce rate, escalation in violent crime, and our tendency to gravitate toward virtual friendships.

What’s important to you in friendships? Do you have flesh-and-blood friends or web friends, or both? Do you feel differently about them? If so why?

Ann Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag friends and relatives along, Ann prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company. Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.

Around that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.

In addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out their family.

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Bitter Harvest #1
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Magic shattered the world, but the worst is yet to come.
The sea may have been a harsh mistress, but Viktor longs for the challenges of wind and weather, for the sound of waves crashing over his hull. Turned by a Master Vampire, he hates what he’s become, but there’s no escape. Not from Ushuaia that’s turned into a city of bones, or from the Vampire who rules him.

Ketha and eleven other Shifters traveled to Ushuaia to harness the power of an eclipse and were trapped there when the world turned upside down. Ten years later, they’re staying one step ahead of Vampires who blame them for the cataclysm.

With her luck running low, Ketha turns her badly depleted magic on the Vampire assigned to lock her away and gets sucked in by her own spell. Maybe magic can’t save the world, but love might be able to salvage what’s left.

.....Ketha woke in the middle of a dozen Vamps. Iron burned her skin where manacles circled her ankles and wrists. If she’d thought the smell was bad before, it was an absolute reeking horror now. Vampires smelled of blood and death and rot. How could any Shifters worth their vows align themselves with these bastards? Taking care to be stealthy, she glanced about an oval room, inlaid with wood. It had a church-ish feel that was clinched when she spied a Christ figure attached to one wall.
Close to a dozen Vamps crowded into the space. All of them held an eerie beauty, but Ketha wasn’t fooled. Their striking good looks ran less than skin deep. Skilled, ruthless killers, they counted on blood to survive. Living blood. Blood tapped from dead things ran a poor second.
The back of her head throbbed painfully, and she shut her eyes to buy herself time to think. Maybe no one had noticed she wasn’t unconscious. The Vamp standing nearest kicked her, right before he ordered her to wake up.
She flinched away from her attacker. Eyes flickering open, she regarded the one who’d struck her. Long, dark hair fell around his perfect face, and he augured fog-colored eyes her way. Ketha edged beyond easy reach of his booted feet into a sit, awkward because of her bound limbs. She didn’t waste words telling him she was already awake, or that no one could rest easy in their midst. She stared at a newly dead rat clutched in his hand and beat back a knowing smile. If they were using rats for blood, the Vampires were in as desperate a predicament as she’d assumed.
“You’ve captured me,” she sneered, opting for defiance. “Now what? Do I get to be everyone’s dinner?” She swung her head from side to side, encompassing the room full of Vamps. “At least remove my shackles. If I’m going to die, I’d rather face you as a wolf.”
The rat-wielding Vamp didn’t answer.
“I’m Ketha.” She held onto her slender advantage and flowed to her feet. Once she got her balance, she folded her arms as best she could beneath the swell of her breasts. “Rat got your tongue?” She jerked her chin at the rodent still clutched in the Vamp’s hand.
Before he could answer, she kept right on rolling, taunting him. “If you’re going to kill me, get on with it, but know this—” She summoned what magic she could, given the iron circling her wrists and ankles. The air about her shimmered with the blues and golds unique to her castings. “You will never escape Ushuaia without us.”
The Vamp faced off against her. “What makes you think we want to escape, Shifter?”
Ketha shrugged, favoring him with the full force of her gaze. “You like it here? Soon there won’t be anything left to eat or drink, and then all of us will die. Even Vamps. But if you’re good with that”—another shrug she hoped spoke for itself—“I suppose there’s nothing to talk about. Go on.” She made shooing motions with her bound hands. “Get on with it. I’m prepared to die. We don’t have too many more months here at the ass end of the world before none of us will be left. Take a chance, Vampire. Face my wolf.”
The Vamp smiled coldly. “I’ll pass. I suppose you have the answer to all our problems.”
“I do.” Ketha let a small, secretive smile play about her mouth. “But I’ll never tell you. Funny thing about being captured. It quiets the tongue.”
The Vampire’s chilly expression didn’t change. “Show some respect. No one addresses me that way.”
“It appears I just did.” Ketha tossed her shoulders back. She’d be damned if she’d let the blood-sucking bastard intimidate her. “You need us. Unfortunately, we need you as well, but what I had in mind was equal partners at a conference table, not being knocked over the head and dragged here.”
Satisfaction warmed her when a vein throbbed in the Vamp’s temple before he crushed the rat to bits of bone and tissue, splattering her with blood. Apparently, she’d gotten to him. What that meant remained to be seen. He summoned one of the others, a Vamp named Viktor. Ketha watched with interest when the other Vampire—clearly some minion—didn’t race to comply, but took his sweet time making his way to where they stood.
Another gorgeous man. This one had copper-colored hair that fell to his shoulders. A high forehead, square jaw, and emerald eyes made him movie star dazzling. Ketha bit down on her lower lip to force her thoughts away from his allure. Like the other Vampires, he was dressed in a motley collection of rags. Either they couldn’t sew—or they had no idea how to create garments that resisted decay.
As Viktor drew near, she assessed him with magic and shielded her surprise. He didn’t feel anything like the one with bloody rat remains on his hands, and the characteristic rot smell was absent Moving with the unholy speed characteristic of his breed, Rat-Vamp slapped cuffs atop her manacles and snapped, “Take her to the caves,” all but shoving her into Viktor’s arms.
Viktor latched a hand firmly around Ketha’s elbow, focused his attention on the other Vampire, and asked, “What then?”
Rat-Vamp sent a sharp look his way. “Lock her up and return. I’ll decide her fate once she tells us whatever she knows about escaping Ushuaia.”
“I already explained how that would happen.” Ketha made her tone pointed. No reason to be subtle around these fuckers; they didn’t deal in nuance. “At a conference table as an equal. So long as you hold me captive, my wolf and I will die before we help you do anything.”
Rat-Vamp shifted his gaze her way. “It appears we’re at a stalemate. Perhaps some cell time will alter your perspective.”
“Don’t count on it.”
She turned her magic toward Viktor, wanting to know what was in his mind. The answer shocked and thrilled her. This one was different, malleable. It wasn’t her imagination that he’d dragged his heels reacting to Rat-Vamp’s command. Viktor might be her ticket to freedom. He might actually let her go—if she played her cards right.
“Lead out.” She hip-butted him to spur him into action. “This room stinks of Vampires, and it’s giving me a headache.”
Rat-Vamp snarled and lunged for her, wrapping his hands around her shoulders and shaking her until her teeth rattled. “Never forget who runs things in Ushuaia. This is blood’s dominion. My dominion.”
Ketha stood her ground. “Funny, but I thought I and my Shifters were in charge. Besides, if you were going to kill me, I’d already be dead.” Ketha could’ve said more. Could have voiced her suspicion that he was intrigued by what she’d said, but she opted to keep her mouth shut. The sooner the weak one left with her, the sooner she’d be free.
Rat-Vamp drew back his lips and extended his fangs, bloody from his earlier skirmish with the rat, but he didn’t say anything further before Viktor herded her from the room.
“Remain quiet,” Viktor said sternly and shepherded her toward a stairwell. “Vampires have excellent hearing.”
Ketha took a chance. Easy enough since she had nothing to lose. Could he hear telepathy? Now was as good a time as any to find out. “I’m sure they do, and you don’t want them to know what’s in your mind. Lucky for you, Vamp magic can’t hold a candle to mine, even bound as I am by iron.”
They’d started down stairs dimly illuminated by long-unwashed windows. A startled look flashed across his face, and it gave her hope. “Son of a bitch. You heard me.”

Bitter Harvest #2
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A small group of Shifters sails south from Ushuaia, determined to assess what’s left of the world. A Vampire attack, a possessed priest, and a gateway to Hell mean fallout from the spell gone bad that pinned them in Ushuaia for years is far from gone.

Back on a ship again, Juan reconstructs what’s always been a comfort zone. The sea is the only life he’s ever known—if you don’t count the ten years he spent as a Vampire. His new magic, fueled by a bond with a mountain cat, brings its own set of challenges, but they pale in comparison with the white-hot need knifing through him whenever Aura is anywhere close.

A historian by trade, Aura deals in prophecies for her Shifter pack. Attraction for Juan ignited when they fought the Cataclysm, but she figures he left a string of broken hearts during his years as chief navigator on cruise ships. They have to work together. A self-indulgent affair could ruin everything. She does her damnedest to keep distance between them, but the ship’s not big enough to escape yearning for a future together.

“Watch it!” Her cat was near the surface, and a snarling hiss punctuated its words.
Aura ground to a halt. She’d pulled well ahead of everyone else with her leggy stride. Viktor and Ketha strolled with their arms wrapped around each other as lovers often did. Karin and Rowana brought up the rear, chatting.
“Watch what?” she asked her bond animal.
“I caught a whiff of wrongness. Check for yourself.”
“What is it?” Ketha pulled up next to her. “Why’d you stop?”
“My cat thinks something’s not right.”
Viktor slipped the rifle off his shoulder in a fast, fluid motion that spoke to his familiarity with it.
Aura shut her eyes, urging her senses to preternatural sharpness. Something unpleasant and eerily familiar zapped her. She curled her hands into fists and dug deeper. She had to be wrong.
Before she was through dissecting what she sensed lay beyond, perhaps in the barracks a couple hundred yards away, Ketha muttered, “Shit! It isn’t possible.”
Aura opened her eyes and gripped the other Shifter’s arm. “You picked up on Vampire emanations, right?”
Ketha nodded, eyes wide with disbelief. “How? They’re all supposed to have transformed into humans or Shifters.”
“Why are you talking about Vampires, dearie?” Rowana asked. She and Karin had finally caught up with them.
“I have no idea how,” Aura gritted out the words, “but they’re here.”
Karin narrowed her eyes to slits. “Vampires? Don’t be ridiculous. The Cataclysm altered them, removed the Vampire mutation in their DNA.”
“Or not.” Rowana twisted her face into a grimace.
“Check for yourself,” Ketha told the other two women.
Aura scrubbed the heels of her hands down her face, urging rational thought, and then scanned the place that felt menacing one more time. “It’s not quite right for Vampire, at least not the Ushuaia variety,” she muttered.
“Not exactly,” Ketha agreed. “But there are at least two of whatever they are, and their emanations are closer to Vamp than anything else.”
“The question of the hour,” Viktor said, “is whether we move forward or retreat. It’s a group decision.”
Aura thought about it, and when she spoke, her words came hard. “We left Ushuaia to figure out what was left in the rest of the world. If we turn tail and run the first time we encounter anything, we may as well never have set sail.”
Viktor grinned wryly. “Spoken like a true explorer. Shackleton would have been proud of you.”
“I remember reading about him,” Aura muttered. “If this is Grytviken, isn’t he buried here?”
“He is, indeed,” Viktor said. “His grave is on the far side of the post office, but only because his wife told the ship with his remains to bring him back here. I guess he was quite the philanderer, and she wasn’t interested in footing the expense of bringing his cheating ass home.”
“Interesting,” Aura said, “but we’re stalling. My vote is to see what the hell feels like Vampire.”
“Mine too,” Rowana said.
“I’m in,” Karin said. “If we could survive Armageddon against the Cataclysm, how hard could this be?”
Viktor cocked his head to one side. “Depends. If they’re Vamps, only beheading with iron will do them in.”
“Maybe they’ll be friendly.” Ketha screwed her face into what might have been a hopeful expression, except it came off more like a grimace.
“Friendly and Vampire in the same sentence is an oxymoron,” Viktor said in a flat, dead tone. “It appears we’re all game, so all of you get behind me and stay close. Deploy your magic. It’s still far more finely honed than mine.” He shouldered the rifle. “If I have to, I’ll use this. It should at least slow them down.”

Monday, November 13, 2017

Interview + Giveaway: Nimbus by Jacey Bedford

UFI welcomes Author Jacey Bedford. Thanks for Joining us!!

What can you tell my readers about yourself that they might not know from looking on your bio or reading in another interview?

Hmmm… let me see… I used to sing in an a cappella folk trio called Artisan. ( We made 14 CDs, a concert DVD, and toured all over the UK, to parts of Europe, once to Australia via Hong Kong, and extensively in the USA and Canada – 31 tours in an eleven year period – until we decided to give ourselves a rest from travelling. I don’t know how many miles we travelled or how many thousands of gigs we did. Now, for my day-job, I run my own music booking agency for folk musicians from all over the world, touring the UK. So I send out other artists to do the gigs while I drive a desk for a living. We have done a couple of Artisan reunion tours, though, so we never say never again.

What do you enjoy doing on your down time?

What is this ‘down-time’ of which you speak? I don’t recognise the concept. When I’m not at my desk booking gigs for musicians, I’m at my desk writing, often late into the night. I don’t even watch much TV. I try to take off one afternoon a week. I go into Wakefield with my ex-bandmate and good cinebuddy, Hilary, and we go and see every SF or fantasy movie that we can find. In the last couple of weeks we’ve seen the new Blade Runner and Thor Ragnarok.

What is your Favorite part of writing?

I know I’m weird, but I love editing. Don’t get me wrong, that slog of doing the first draft is pretty exhilarating, but the best bit for me is taking that first draft and trying to reshape it into something close to resembling a book. Most people’s first drafts are nowhere near like their finished book. Mine are – well, let’s just say they are a mishmash of good ideas not yet properly formed. I write in Scrivener. (If you’re a writer check it out – highly recommended, though it takes a couple of days fighting through a steep learning curve to get it to the stage where it’s useful to you.) Scrivener has a very useful drag and drop facility, so you can write and polish chapter by chapter and scene by scene, then by looking at the binder on the left hand side of the screen you can move scenes about to get a better structure. I love it when something very rough and ready gradually turns into a piece of writing you can be proud of.

Do you have any certain routines you must follow as you write?

Not really, but I’m most comfortable working at home in my office. It’s cluttered, but it’s comfortable. I have an archaeological filing system. The longer I’ve had it, the lower down the strata it is. I treated myself to a 23” screen and a delightful Cherry ‘click’ keyboard when I got my first book deal, so I’m all set up. Sometimes the day-job phone hardly ever stops ringing, so I like to write late into the night. After ten or eleven o’clock the phone goes quiet and nobody wants a piece of me, so it’s my time and I can really get a move on.

What are some of your Favorite books or Authors in the Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Genres?

I really love Patricia Briggs’ Mercy Thompson books and the spin-offs about Anna and Charles. I’m also very fond of the Alex Verus series by Benedict Jacka (set in London). I’m pacing myself through Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden books, so I haven’t read them all yet. Ditto Kevin Hearne’s Iron Druid books and Carrie Vaughan’s Kitty Norville books. I have more of them to look forward to. I also love Tanya Huff’s writing, fantasy or science fiction. I don’t normally read a lot of vampire books, but I make an exception for Tanya’s Vicki Nelson series. I also recently enjoyed CE Murphy’s  ‘Heart of Stone’, the first in her Negotiator series, where the paranormal character is a gargoyle in New York City. One series that has that urban fantasy ‘voice’ though it’s set in a secondary world, is Lisa Shearin’s Raine Benares series. Highly recommended. Urban fantasy readers will like it, I think, even though it’s not a contemporary real-world setting.

How would you pitch the Psi-Tech trilogy to someone who has not heard of it before?

It sets individuals against vast megacorporations that have become unwieldy and corrupt. There’s romance and peril, a diverse cast of characters with psionic skills… and it’s all happening five hundred years in the future, so the action spans star-systems. There are also some really creepy aliens that may or may not be real.

Can you tell us a little bit about the world that the Psi-Tech trilogy is set in?

Humankind has colonised space via a series of jump-gates that shortcut travel-time by taking ships through the Folds. But there’s a problem. Platinum is a catalyst in the jump process, but the tech is flawed and a significant amount of platinum is lost every time a ship jumps. Platinum isn’t rare. It’s found all over the galaxy, but only in very small amounts. To give you an example, all the platinum ever mined and refined on Earth to the present day would only just fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool to the depth of a foot. So platinum is now the most precious substance in the galaxy, and the megacorporations will fight dirty to get it. The megacorps are more powerful than planetary governments (even Earth) and they control most of the colony planets. Only telepaths with special skills as navigators can fly through foldspace, so the megacorps invest huge sums in them and therefore try to keep them on a short leash. My telepaths have gone rogue to win their own freedom. But there’s something in foldspace that they sometimes see, but that doesn’t exist – or does it?

Do you have a favorite scene in ‘Nimbus’?

‘Nimbus’ is the third book in my Psi-Tech trilogy that began with ‘Empire of Dust’ and continued with ‘Crossways’. It picks up the story in the aftermath of a huge space battle when my two main characters Reska (Ben) Benjamin and Cara Carlinni have been pulled in opposite directions. He’s helping to rebuild the giant space station, Crossways, and she’s slogging across a dust-caked planet in search of the mythical ‘Sanctuary’ – an organisation that used to help rogue psi-techs but was almost destroyed by the megacorps. I loved writing the scene where she finds what she’s looking for, but it turns out to be not what she thought it was going to be. I also enjoyed writing Ben’s return to foldspace to confront one of those real-not-real creatures, a void dragon. It’s the scene where everything starts to fall into place for my main characters and sets their course for the rest of the book. I also really enjoyed writing Ben’s final confrontation with his ex boss, Crowder, who started out a friend and became an enemy. We find out something about Crowder that’s been bubbling under for three books and finally reveals a twist that we could have seen coming, but didn’t.

Which one character out of all your books was your favorite to write about? What about the hardest to write about?

Ooh, that’s a really difficult question. Of course, I love writing about Cara and Ben. You can’t write a trilogy of long books without liking your main characters because, let’s face it, you spend a lot of time in their company. My favourite character is Cara. She’s conflicted and has the biggest arc of change throughout the trilogy. In the beginning she’s almost broken, but fights her way back to being whole and falls in love, but that’s not her ending, it’s her beginning, because she continues to grow as a person as she takes on more responsibilities of her own.

Ben was probably the most difficult to write because he’s a good man, and it’s oh-so-very difficult to write good characters without making them boring. He’s got flaws and blind-spots, of course, which is what makes him interesting. An incident in the second book almost breaks him. Something happens that he has to learn to live with.

Having said that, some of the characters who have less page-time were also fun to write. The psi-tech doctor, Ronan, is a character I’d like to revisit sometime. He’s gay, in a stable relationship, but he’s also a bit of an action hero when the need arises.
In the first book, Empire of Dust, I really enjoyed writing Vinnie Lorient, one of the three antagonists. He was a thorn in Ben and Cara’s side, always doing the wrong thing, but for the best of reasons. He was the hero of his own story, but the ideological differences between him and the psi-techs caused endless problems.

What Other Projects can we look forward to reading from you?

I’m currently writing ‘Rowankind’ the final book in the Rowankind trilogy. This one is historical fantasy and follows on from ‘Winterwood’ and ‘Silverwolf’ (both published by DAW). The setting is 1800 to 1802 in a Britain with magic. Mad King George is on the throne and Napoleon Bonaparte is knocking at Europe’s door. The Mysterium controls and licences magic on behalf of the government. Unlicensed witches are either ‘disappeared’ or hanged. Ross (Rossalinde) Tremayne is a cross-dressing privateer captain preying on French shipping, accompanied by her crew of barely reformed pirates and the jealous ghost of her late husband – and she’s an unlicensed witch. When she makes a deathbed visit to her long-estranged mother, she inherits a task she doesn’t want and a half-brother she didn’t know she had. She’s helped by the Lady of the Forest and acquires a watch-wolf, Corwen, a shapechanger whom she really doesn’t like, and neither does Will, her husband’s ghost. Ross and Corwen have to free the rowankind, a race of biddable, not-quite-human bondservants who turn out to be a lot more than they seem. Where did they come from, and why? And what will happen when they are freed and suddenly wake up to their position and discover their power? There’s a very powerful government agent, Walsingham, whose only mission is to prevent Ross from succeeding. If he has to fight Ross’ magic with darker magic, he will. That’s all in ‘Winterwood’. ‘Silverwolf’ deals with the effects that ripple outwards and have an impact on society and the Industrial Revolution as wild magic, that the Mysterium can’t control is released. In ‘Rowankind’ Ross and Corwen have to find a way to safeguard all magic users before the Fae step in with a drastic solution that may start with obliterating London just to make a point. That may mean enlisting the help of mad King George, who is mad for a magical reason. ‘Rowankind’ is due out from DAW in late 2018.

I have another project on the boil, too, another historical fantasy, this time set in an analogue of the Baltic States around 1650. The working title is ‘The Amber Crown’, and it’s a political fantasy with magic. I have three main viewpoint characters, Valdas, the King’s bodyguard who failed to prevent an assassination, Lind, the assassin who is very good at his job but severely messed up in almost every other way, and Mirza, the wise woman of a band of Atsingani Romany travellers who is able to walk the spirit world. That’s written and now at the editing stage, but it’s not likely to come out before ‘Rowankind.’

Jacey Bedford is a British writer from Yorkshire with over thirty short stories and five (so far) novels to her credit. She lives behind a desk in an old stone house on the edge of the Pennines with her songwriter husband and a long-haired, black German Shepherd – that’s a dog not an actual shepherd from Germany. She’s the hon. sec. of Milford SF Writers’ Conference, held annually in North Wales.

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Psi-Tech #3
To combat manipulative megacorporations with telepathic technology, two heroes must rebel, overthrowing the enemy's oppressive influence in the third book in this exciting sci-fi adventure

In a galaxy where the super-powers are the megacorporations, and ambitious executives play fast and loose with ethics in order to secure resources, where can good people turn for help? The megacorps control the jump gates and trade routes. They use psi-techs, implant-enhanced operatives with psionic abilities, who are bound by unbreakable contracts.

Psi-tech Cara Carlinni once had her mind turned inside out by Alphacorp, but she escaped, found her place with the Free Company, and now it's payback time.

Ben Benjamin leads the Free Company, based on the rogue space station, Crossways. The megacorps have struck at Crossways once—and failed—so what are they planning now? Crossways can't stand alone, and neither can the independent colonies, though maybe together they all have a chance.

But something alien is stirring in the depths of foldspace. Something bigger than the squabbles between megacorporations and independents. Foldspace visions are supposed to be a figment of the imagination.

At least, that's what they teach in flight school. Ben Benjamin knows it's not true. Meeting a void dragon was bad enough, but now there's the Nimbus to contend with. Are the two connected? Why do some ships transit the Folds safely and others disappear without a trace?

Until now, humans have had a free hand in the Galaxy, settling colony after colony, but that might change because the Nimbus is coming.
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