Ever had an ex-significant other you were pretty sure was evil? Rachel Shull has and she was quick enough to walk away. But a year later an old friend dies and Rachel discovers it was none other than her ex, Danny, who saw the woman before her death. Diving deep into Danny’s double life, Rachel discovers the small town of Woodland, South Carolina is brimming with secrets, and all of them are dangerous.
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For the first Throwback Thursday of 2015 we have Judith Copek’s mystery, World of Mirrors. Follow Zara and T.K. through the Baltic as they chase a software stealing sociopath and find themselves double-crossed on all sides.
All the Cold War rules lay in the rubble heap with the crumbled Berlin Wall and the failed socialist dream. New opportunities, along with unknown risks and dangers poured through the open borders. New rules would inevitably follow, but this summer, there were none. Zara, a consultant to international high tech companies, and T.K. Drummond, a failed spy and Zara’s former lover, arrive on a Baltic Island off East Germany to look for an amiable sociopath who has fled the U.S. with his company’s ahead-of-the curve computer software and his sex-spy girlfriend. T.K. expects easy money and a plummy assignment. Blackmailed by greedy executives, Zara has taken on this assignment against her will. Newly divorced, she wants to put the past behind her, find a job with no travel and adjust to being a single parent.
Zara and T.K. plunge into a World of Mirrors as the easy money vanishes with the plummy assignment. Double-crossed by everyone, Zara and T.K. must rely on the software thief and a North Vietnamese “guest laborer” to sail them to safety as they play a nautical game of cat and mouse through the shipping lanes of the fog-shrouded Baltic.
Ms. Copek was kind enough to answer a few questions about the novel and we’re happy to share them with you today.
What scene was the most difficult to write?
The most difficult-to-write scene was late in the novel when the main male character, T.K. Drummond, receives a terrible beating from another character, a brutal sadist. As a writer, we love our characters and want to keep them safe, a desire always at odds with good storytelling. Zara, the main female character is also in a tight spot and must come to T.K.’s aid, putting both of them in even greater peril. It is nighttime and Zara hears the beating rather than sees it, and the desolate spot, the insects singing in the night, and especially the sadist’s running conversation are so disturbing that Zara doubts she can save T.K. And she has no weapons, or thinks she doesn’t. She must overcome her paralyzing fear and find something, anything, to even the odds before T.K. is unconscious and the man comes after her. I felt my own heart racing as I worked on the scene.
Where did the idea for this book originate?
The idea for World of Mirrors originated during a long weekend on the Island of Rügen. In the time of the German Democratic Republic, the DDR, the quaint Baltic inland was a vacation spot for the Communist high-honchos. Because East Germany had no money, the island was unspoiled and had very little commercialization. The beautiful old Baltic buildings were crumbling, and it was like stepping back into time, but already West German bankers arrived in their black Mercedes’ to assess the investment possibilities. The decrepit buildings, the lovely beaches, the hidden harbors with their rotting piers and especially the isolation of the island all called to me. When I returned home, I knew there had to be a book set there. In the next twelve months I had an international cast of characters and a rudimentary plot. We returned the following summer with a camera, note cards (no laptop yet) and an agenda. Gradually everything fell into place. In just a year’s time, a building/remodeling blitz had occurred, and we had nice lodgings and a better choice of restaurants than the year before. We also explored the old Hanseatic city of Stralsund and some of the other Baltic islands where I set several scenes. Now Rügen has been rehabbed and gentrified. I hope it hasn’t been spoiled, because it was a magical place.
I would love to return to Rügen and discover how the island looks now. A visit to the tourist web sites shows a different world, but still scenic. When we visited the tiny island of Hiddensee (no cars allowed), there was a charming little bookstore, and I always fantasized about having a book signing for World of Mirrors in this special place. In the meantime, there are several bookstores on Rügen itself. A book tour? One can always dream.
If you’d like to learn more about Ms. Copek and her work, she’s easily found at her virtual addresses;
Facebook: http://www. facebook.com/JudithCopek
Thank you, Ms. Copek! We look forward to seeing more from you in the future.
1) Do you hand-write or type?
I type. It’s much easier to revise.
2) Do you outline?
Always for novels, but not always for short stories.
3) What’s your favorite part of the writing process?
Exorcising my creativity and it gets me away from my problems for a while.
4) Do you have a reward system? (AKA – when you finish a book or a chapter, what do you do to celebrate?)
5) Who is your favorite author to read?
I don’t read as much as other authors, but my favorite author is paranormal writer, Richard Matheson. He wrote for tv shows like the Twilight Zone and Night Gallery, and screen plays for the films ‘The House of Usher’, ‘The Pit and the Pendulum’, ‘The Raven’, ‘Hell House’ and numerous others. Bid Time Return is Matheson’s 1975 science fiction novel which was made into a movie called Somewhere in Time, staring Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour. Steven King listed Matheson as a creative influence and his novel ‘Cell’ is dedicated to Matheson.
6) What’s your favorite book?
A Christmas Carol.
7) What’s your favorite movie?
I like historical films like, ‘JFK’ and ‘The St. Valentine Day Massacre’.
8) Who is your favorite villain?
9) Who is your favorite hero?
10) If you could meet any author in the world, who would you want to meet?
Richard Matheson, but he passed away in 2013. I actually sent him an email after my second book ‘Witch’s Moon’ was published, to see if he’s read it. His daughter replied saying her father was in poor health and didn’t read books anymore. I wish I would have tried to contact him earlier.
After an extremely long break due to the Holidays, it’s time to do a little something different. In lieu of a “Throwback Thursday” event today we’ll be highlighting one of Wings ePress’ talented authors; Mary Ann Mogus.
Ms. Mogus is the author of several novels including Cloud Walker, Shadow Hands, Hidden Alliance, and the Lethe Gene. We did a more in-depth interview with Ms. Mogus to get into her writing style and thought process and she was happy to accommodate.
Do you hand –write or type?
I type all my manuscripts on the computer, but I have occasionally hand written a flash fiction story. I keep small notebooks with story ideas and write in these when I get an idea for a story, or find an item of interest that I can use later. I also make quick sketches in these notebooks. But my cursive (yes I can write cursive) isn’t that great and sometimes I can’t make out exactly what I wrote, so I keep hand writing at a flash fiction level.
Do You Outline?
No, I will do a synopsis (sometimes one that is a few pages) but not really an outline (for both fiction and nonfiction.) Once I start writing, how the story progresses tells me if I need to do a ‘real’ storyboard. Some stories require this and I use a roll of paper taped to my office wall. Then I do a timeline and put scenes on the board. But I will also add images I cut from magazines that help with descriptions. It forms a crazy quilt-like pattern and helps me keep the timeline straight. It also gives me idea of what to add or take out. If I don’t use the storyboard I write from the synopsis. I will also turn on music, relax and visualize my characters and talk to them if I need more input. Most of the time they write the story. For my nonfiction, I rely on my research and work to put it in a narrative form.
What is your favorite part of the writing process?
The actual writing as I watch the story unfold. I like to find how it turns out. For my nonfiction it is the research: Finding little historical tidbits that I can use in an article and occasionally a real gem.
Who is your favorite author?
I read widely and really have no favorites. There are some authors I won’t read a second time, but these I will not mention.
What is your favorite movie?
That was part of the discussion at a meeting yesterday. I must confess that I am partial to horror and Sci Fi movies. But give me a giant spider or reptile eating New York or LA instead of a philosophical Sci Fi any day. I’ve watched a Sharknado marathon. But I prefer watching movies on the television since I can control the volume. And I really like old B&W movies especially the silent movies.
Who is your favorite villain?
The giant spider or reptile in the Sci Fi movies.
Who is your favorite hero?
The lady with the big sword on the Walking Dead. Nine out of ten of us picked her at the meeting yesterday as the best actor in that series.
If you could meet any author in the world, who would you want to meet?
To find out more about Ms. Mogus you are welcome to find her over at her website.
Thank you, Ms. Mogus for being our guest today.
Wings ePress is proud to announce its November line-up for new releases. From science fiction to historical fiction, Wings ePress is host to most genre’s out for consumption these days. Whatever your fancy you’re likely to find it at Wings, starting with our newest novels that debuted November 1st.
Mariah’s Gift by Lilly Linville
Mariah is lonely and homesick for her family back in Kentucky until an unusual dog shows up to give her the companionship she needs to lift her spirits.
Suzanne Miles is trapped in an unhappy marriage. Joe Barker shares a similar fate. When Joe decides to intervene and help Suzanne because he feels powerless in his own marriage things spiral out of control.
Had Hitler not invaded Russia in 1941, the entire face of WW2 must have changed! With an unready Britain prime for invasion, why force the colossusRussia, to change sides?
We welcome you to join us through the month of November as we visit each new book more in-depth. In the meantime, we want to give a heartfelt congratulations to each author on their newest release! Well done and we look forward to many more from you all!
Of all the major holidays Halloween is my least favorite. We didn’t get the day off when I was in school, and we don’t get it off at work now that I’m older. What kind of holiday is that?
When I was a kid at least I could go trick-or-treating. I liked the candy. It didn’t matter what kind; I’m not fussy. What I didn’t like was the odd stuff like apples (We gave them to Mom so she could do whatever you do with health stuff), popcorn balls and cupcakes—especially cupcakes. I like cupcakes, but put one with frosting inside a bag of candy and by the end of the night you end up with a frosting-covered blob that it would take a car wash to clean up. Usually we took the cupcake in our hand and either ate it right away or dumped it in the first hedge we came across. You could tell which house gave out cupcakes by the number of dogs, raccoons and opossums crawling in and out of the surrounding hedges for weeks afterward.
Most of the kids I knew made their own costumes for trick-or-treat. There were a lot of kids who tried to be mummies, but by the time they got their heads and maybe one arm wrapped up, they either ran out of gauze or just got tired of wrapping. A lot of half-mummies prowled my neighborhood on Halloween. Tramps and bums were popular, too. Our mother explained that the difference between a tramp and a bum was that tramps were boys and bums were girls. Years later I realized Mom didn’t want her daughters running around telling people they dressed like a tramp on Halloween—nowadays that doesn’t seem to bother mothers so much. You could always dress like a hobo, but then you had that bundle and stick to cart around all night. Some kids had masks. If you had a mask you wore it every year, and when you got too old for trick-or-treat, you handed it down to your younger brother or sister. One kid had a Herbert Hoover mask that I’m sure was originally purchased during the Hoover administration. It was like a family heirloom. Some of the rich kids bought full-body costumes every year, which I thought was pretty silly. If you had enough money to buy a costume, why not just buy the candy so you wouldn’t have to go from door to door in the cold to get it?
The design of my costume usually started with the same question: “You mean tonight’s Halloween?!!” I’d rush downstairs in a panic and start rummaging through the rag box where mom kept all the old worn-out clothes. Pickings were slim. I had two inconsiderate older sisters who planned their costumes weeks ahead of time. By the time I got to the box, nothing was left but rags. I ended up going as a ghost every year. It was fine if we had a white sheet in the rag box, but I went as a faded blue ghost, a beige ghost and a ghost with little pink fairies all over him when I had to use my younger sister’s old crib sheet. (Don’t bother. I’ve heard all the jokes. I’m still traumatized.)
One year there weren’t any sheets in the rag box. The closest thing was an old white dish towel that barely covered my head. “What are you, the Klan?” every house would ask. Today I would have to go through sensitivity training, and I’d be even more screwed up then I am now.
The problem with a ghost costume is it looks great standing in the house in front of a mirror. Get it outside where there’s wind and things for it to catch on and it’s another story. The two eye holes tend to move around. Sometimes one is over the eye and the other over an ear. Sometimes one hole is over your nose and your tongue is hanging out of the other one. Even when the eyeholes are where they’re supposed to be, you have about a three-foot field of vision directly in front of you. I spent most nights bouncing off parked cars, hedges, fences and trees like some kind of human pinball. On really windy nights a friend would have to take my hand and lead me from house to house to keep me from killing myself. When I heard him say “trick-or-treat,” I’d raise my bag and wait for the thump of a piece of candy in the bag. Anyway I always hoped it was candy. It could have been a marble, a Charlie Brown rock or a dead rat. I couldn’t tell. There were two good things about dressing like a ghost: I didn’t have to smear greasy make up on my face, and sometimes some kind lady would drop two pieces of candy in my bag and whisper, “Here’s an extra piece for that poor blind kid.”
A big house sat on top of a hill in our little town. All the kids knew it was haunted and a witch lived in it. We knew she was a witch because she wore a pointed black hat and rode a broomstick. None of us had actually seen this, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. My mother said a sweet old lady lived there, and she would be thrilled to have us trick-or-treat at her house. None of us would do it until one Halloween when we were walking by the house with my friend Eric, making our trick-or-treat rounds. I mentioned to him that my mother had said we should trick-or-treat at the witch’s house. Suddenly Eric started daring me to go up and knock on the door. He said I didn’t have a hair on a certain part of my anatomy if I didn’t do it. At the time I actually didn’t have hair on that part of my body, but I wasn’t going to let him know by backing down. I opened the gate and started up the sidewalk toward the house. I liked to say I acted cool and walked up with nerves of steel, but to passer byes it would have appeared that someone was having an epileptic seizure under that sheet.
I knew this old lady had a dog. It was a big black one that looked to be the love child of Satan’s hellhound and a Tyrannosaurus Rex, only a lot meaner looking than it sounds. What I didn’t know was it was so old it had gone deaf, and it liked to sleep on the big WELCOME mat at the bottom of the steps leading up onto the porch. Looking through my eyeholes at the three foot world directly in front of me, I didn’t notice the dog until I tripped over it. I thought a demon had rose up out of hell to snatch my soul. I’m sure the sleeping dog thought it had just been attacked by the Abominable Snowman. What followed was a biting, scratching tangle of boy and dog with hideous shrieks an howls coming from it that could be heard all over town. The old lady rushed out of the house and quickly pulled the dog away from me. Fortunately there weren’t any serious injuries. It took about a week to get the taste of dog out of my mouth, and after that night the dog wet itself and hid under the porch when the old lady hung her sheets on the clothesline.
The old lady turned out to be nice just like Mom said, except she gave out cupcakes.
Joel Jurren’s is the author of In The Sticks as well as several other titles. He spent twenty-six years as a deputy sheriff until he retired in April 2013. While working in law enforcement he had short stories published in several magazines. In 2011 his mystery novel In The Sticks was published by Wings Epress. His second novel, Graves of His Personal Liking, a western was published by Whiskey Creek Press in October of 2013, and the thriller, County Ops: The Vengeance of Gable Fitzgerald was published in November 2013. Joel tries to bring his years of law enforcement and dealing with all types of people to his novels. He currently lives with his wife in northern Iowa.
Wings ePress is happy to share another spooky short story from one of our authors. M.A. Mogus takes us on a chilling walk through a seemingly normal park in Death Pool. You can find the story on its designated page up on the top bar, or you can just follow this link and it will take you right to it.
Special thanks to M.A. Mogus for sharing this story with us!