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Wednesday, 20 August 2014

The Book Blog Tour + Bonus Guest Post for The Blue Effect: A Renegade Heroes Novel by Rose Shababy

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The Book Blog Tour 

for 

The Blue Effect: 
A Renegade Heroes Novel 

by  

Rose Shababy 


   

Genre: Adult Sci Fi Fantasy

Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours


Blurb:


Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.
When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.
Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.
Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.
Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?

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Author Bio:

Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.

Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider. Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.
Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.
If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.
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Excerpts:
As I scanned the crowd my eyes fell on one person out of sync with the rest. Close to my age, maybe a little older, he obviously didn’t belong in the club. His clothes, messy looking slacks and a gray t-shirt, hung on his lean frame. He finished his look with a tartan scarf and brown fedora that seemed more at home on an old man than one in his twenties.
He pulled his hat off and shaggy brown hair fell across his eyes as he danced. Well, he didn’t dance so much as sway to the music, his eyes closed while a hint of a smile graced his lips. As he danced, he bobbed his head back and forth and his hands moved like graceful waves. His shadow grin seemed to infuse his entire body. He danced by himself as if he didn’t care what anyone around him thought, as if he danced for himself and no one else. He looked completely out of place, yet he appealed to me and I felt myself wanting to go to him.
I was shocked by the surge of jealousy that rushed through me as I stared at him. His face broke through my drunken haze and I realized this man was no paper doll. His face belonged to a truly happy man. Hell, he looked fucking ecstatic.  
He had the face of an angel.

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Guest Post: 

Oh... CD

By Rose Shababy

I’ve been writing like a dervish in preparation for the release of my debut novel, The Blue Effect. The book has been done for a while, albeit going through edits, but complete enough to send out ARC copies for reviewers. It’s the interviews, character interviews, and guest blog posts I’ve been working on for weeks now.

Since this is my first book, it’s all new. Not to mention, a little overwhelming. I’m not always certain I’m giving the right answers to interview questions, or that the guest posts I’m writing are in line with what people are looking for.

Oh, the uncertainty. Oh, the anxiety.

Much like Blue Brennan, the main character of my book, I sometimes get stuck in a loop of behavior. She’s all brash, in-your-face insecurity, and I’m all over-the-top OCD. I worry about everything.

My best and closest friend, Author Jennifer Malone Wright, can attest to the fact that I obsess about some of the dumbest things. I’ll call her, or email her, or message her on Facebook about pretty much everything and anything.

She’s had to listen to me whine about how overwhelmed I am every single day for the better part of a year. From cover art to editing to formatting to marketing to “I don’t think it’s good enough” to “Oh my God, I know I’m forgetting something!” to “How am I going to pull this off?”

Each time she tells me, “Rose, you’re going to be fine.”

Each time I reply “Okay,” even though I’m not sure I believe her. Then I try to leave her alone for at least twenty-four hours before I send another barrage of insecurities her way.

The girl deserves a medal for putting up with me.

The obsession has continued as the marketing for the book has kicked into high gear.

I’ve been stalking blogs, watching for comments and shares and likes. I’ve been sharing all my promo posts and interviews etc on all my social media pages.

My first review came out recently, and I nervously clicked the link, hoping for positive results.

The window popped up and my eyes skimmed through the post until I found what I wanted. Five out of five stars! Sweet! Victory is mine!

Oh, the heady feeling of success. Someone liked it! Someone who was not a relative or friend or cared about me in anyway. I held onto that feeling for several days, going back to the page over and over to read it again and again.

Until my next review came out a couple days later.

Again, I clicked the link with trembling fingers, hoping for another good response. Again, I skimmed the post until I found what I was looking for. When I did, my heart dropped.

One and a half stars?? What? How could that be? I read the review, my heart sinking until I’m pretty sure it was in the bottom of my shoe.

Now, knowing how obsessive compulsive I am, you might expect copious amounts of wailing and gnashing of teeth.

What occurred surprised even me.

I found it didn’t really upset me. I mean, there was a twinge or two, but my main reaction was, “Oh well.”

Reading the review reminded me of the old adage, “You can’t please all the people all the time.” I want everyone to like it, but that’s unrealistic. And the reviewer was so critical, so cutting, I was left wondering if she actually read the entire book.

I took a moment to go to Amazon and read one star reviews of some of my favorite books. I found myself laughing out loud at some of the hideous reviews and over the top comments.

The Blue Effect is a Noir-inspired book about urban superheroes sans the capes and spandex. I love the genre. Obviously, not everyone will like it. And that’s okay.

I’m actually glad I got my first bad review out of the way. It gave me the opportunity to see how I would deal with it and realize that while I may never get rid of my OCD, maybe it isn’t as out of control as I thought. Maybe I have the ability to choose what I obsess over.

With that in mind, I choose the positive. I choose the things I can do something about and the five star reviews.

Take that, OCD.

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1 comment:

  1. I enjoyed reading about the life of the author and what she went thru to get the book done.

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