Sunday, December 1, 2019

Traxx is Here and You Can Win It!

Traxx is officially available to purchase and to celebrate the release of not just a new book, but a new Dystopian, Sci-fi series I'm giving away five digital copies of Traxx book 1 to five lucky winners! this book is unlike any Dystopian book you've ever read. Yep, no oppressive regime, no suffering districts, only people living in homes that move...every eight weeks to be exact. Not to worry though, there is plenty of conflict, drama and a love story that you'll <3 Here's the blurb you will find on Amazon or the back of the book.



Jetta Banks could never have imagined that her safe reality was contrived from a horrific lie. 
Like everyone else, she’s relocated to a new community in her family’s Homeshield every eight weeks since birth. By design, life in Aritrea is predictably inconsistent and always governed by the Back to Basic philosophy instituted following the world-wide pandemic.
Still, Jetta feels like something is missing.
When she meets Montana Tanner, the blue-eyed boy from the oddly painted Homeshield, she begins to understand why. Not only is she instantly smitten, but he also reveals to her a secret about Aritrea’s new leadership, leaving her questioning everything she’s ever been taught. Knowing this damming information, Jetta faces an impossible choice; will she live a lie and remain on the Traxx with her family, or will she embrace the truth and choose an uncertain and dangerous future with the boy she loves?





If you don't want to take your  chances on winning, you can download Traxx on Amazon right now for less than a cup of coffee:) Grab Traxx here!  Well, because this book is unlike any Dystopian book you've ever read. Yep, no oppressive regime, no suffering districts, only people living in homes that move...every eight weeks to be exact. Not to worry though, there is plenty of conflict, drama and a love story that you'll <3

To enter to win your copy of Traxx, click here  Win a copy of Traxx, book 1
Can't wait to hear what you all think of Traxx, and yep I'm already well into writing book 2! Thanks for stopping by.

Friday, November 8, 2019

The big Cover Reveal for Traxx!

It's here, cover reveal day and I am so excited! Creating the Traxx cover was unlike any cover I've designed or commissioned before. Traxx is not a story that fits nicely in a box and I wanted to be brave and let the cover show the uniqueness, the societal changes and the sense of movement, but I also wanted to keep it minimalist. Since the Traxx way of life is also dominated by a concept called Back to Basics, and their propaganda produced by the government smacks of nostalgia, and going back to a simpler time, I wanted that idea to be reflected in the cover. I spent hours coming over book covers and posters from the 1950's and took the simple color palette from that era and style. It's all very Mad Men you know:) Also, pay attention to that symbol in the middle. It's important and will reappear often in the series. 


Traxx book 1 will be available to read in Kindle, Nook, Itunes, and Kobo on December 1st, so grab your copy and check out this truly unique Dystopian story. And, now that I've told you the why behind the design, here it is...

   I hope you all like it, and don't forget to stop back soon. I'll be giving away books and holding a contest very soon!

-Angela

Thursday, October 24, 2019

Can a setting be a character?

Hi all! December is barrelling toward us too fast! And in December I will releasing Traxx, book 1. Today, I want to tell you a little about the setting for Traxx because it is truly unique!

The Traxx society blossomed in what was the United States following a world-wide pandemic. There are lots of post-pandemic books out there, but I wanted to do something different, to avoid the typical repressive regime that we often see in Dystopian novels. The result, families and individuals living in homes hooked to track, relocating every eight weeks to a new place.

In short, a society with no foundation, literally.

 
The other big thing about the Traxx society that is unique is Back to Basics. It's a philosophy they live by. This means no phones, no internet, and no social media of any kind.











Crazy huh? Now here are some of the upsides; crime is rare. Racism is disappearing because every eight weeks, you relocate to new community and start over. Education is available to everyone, Medical help is always close by and won't bankrupt you.

And how did all these earth shattering changes come about after the Pandemic? The new Government of course, The Benevolent Eleven, led by the visionary Jonathon Flint. But more on him later.



So the answer to the question can a setting be a character is absolutely, yes, and in the case of Traxx, I think it is.


If this story is interesting to you, let me know. I'm giving away five copies in the month of November before it is available to buy on Amazon! Thanks for dropping by. Come back soon, because the next post should be the big cover reveal! Bye for now.

 

Friday, September 20, 2019

Meet the mastermind

The next few months on my blog is going to be mostly about my upcoming book and the start of the Traxx series. I'm super excited to introduce you the characters of this far-reaching tale. Traxx is a totally different take on a post-pandemic society, one that I hope will leave you thinking about what the country of Aritrea gained with a new way of life, but also what its people lost when they gave up their foundations and freedom.

Let's get started. Today I want to introduce you to Jonathon Flint, the mastermind and initial architect of the Back to Basics concept and the Traxx lifestyle. In the book Traxx, the setting is as much as character as the people, but we'll save more on that for later. The first thing you need to know about Jonathon Flint is that his father is a brilliant virologist and immunologist and even at the age of sixteen years old, Jonathon was in college following in his father's footsteps. His mother is a socialite, practically married more to her social media than to Jonathon's father. His mother and father have a profound affect on Jonathon's thought processes and he soon develops a hatred of social media and is drawn to the power of science.



When the story of Traxx begins, Jonathon is in his early eighties and one of Eleven leaders who rule Aritrea, along with his lifelong friend Levi Cantrell. Don't be fooled by his age, Jonathon is a character carved by tragedy, and a warped view of the world and those who should lead. He's a powerful man who values the same self-control that he expects of his people. And, he has a lover, a fellow leader that he has nurtured along for generations.

What do you say about Jonathon Flint? He's the guy that changes the world, but is it for the better? He thinks of himself as a savior. Meet him officially on December 1st when Traxx, book 1 launches and see what you think for yourself.

Thursday, September 12, 2019

The Date is Set!

It's been a long time coming. What am I talking about? A new series I've been working on for years. Literally. The name of the series, Traxx, and I'd like to introduce you to the world of Traxx amd tell you that Book 1 in the series will be published in Early December! I'm so excited to share this phenomenal story with you. You might find Traxx to be a cautionary tale of what happens when desperation leads us take whatever leadership is presented to us. You might find that you love the way the citizen live on the Traxx system and you wish we could live like them.




In the next few weeks, I'll be introducing the characters, and stories that will bring into the world of Traxx, and give you a peek into the lives of Jetta Banks and Montana Tanner, two people brought together that will change the course of the history in the country of Aritrea. For now, here is a symbol that represents a major change in the way people lived in Aritrea. Try and guess what you think it means.






Stay tuned....so much more is coming. Until then, I hope you all are doing well. I love my readers!

Monday, August 26, 2019

An occasional book review

Hi all! Every once in awhile if I read a book that impresses me, I'll post a book review. The author community is full of the nicest people and we love to help each other out. But I only write a review if I feel like the work is professional and can be enjoyed by other people. And your are up for a little sweet romance, I have a book you might like.

So on to that book review. If you are a fan of Regency Romance I'd like to tell you about. Sally Britton. Her book was called Discovering Grace. 

 Such a pretty cover! This is a story of twin sisters who are quite different from one another. One is brash and prefers adventure and drama while is the other is content with a quiet life and prefers to work in the back ground. Through a series of events, the sister who loves nothing more than being home in her comfortable surroundings is commanded by her father to go on a year long voyage overseas with some family friends. While the one who yearns for adventure is forced to stay home in their sleepy but close-knit community. In defiance, the girls decide to trick their father and switch places. Once the adventurous twin is gone, the setting is perfect for Grace(the quiet one) to discover many things about herself while acting like her sister. And most importantly, the timing is right for a love that never could've happened while her sister Hope was living at home. The pacing on this story felt just right, and the romance had gentle build up until each character saw things as they should be. This was my first time reading Ms. Britton's work and I was impressed with the professionalism of her writing and her ability to paint  a picture with words. If you enjoy a good romance, you might enjoy Discovering Grace. Apparently, there is also a second book in the series about her sisters adventures overseas. I'll have to get my hands on that one:) 

As for me...back to writing. I'm working hard on the second book in my Kiss Series. Book 1, Five Days Five Kisses has been doing really well. 

Now that Nikola's story is published. It's time to tell the world about Liberty and her accidental brush with love. Book 2, Five Kisses One Problem, coming right up. Well as soon as I can anyway. 

I hope you all have a great week. Tell someone they are love today. They might need it<3

-Angela
Spinner of Tales

Monday, August 5, 2019

I am not dead (in case you wondered why I haven't written in so long)

Life has a way of getting away from us. Blogs are no different. Honestly, I don't like writing on my blog just to stay in your face. I want to say something that matters, at least to me. And for the last, well, at least year, I haven't been putting my energy into writing.


Oh don't misunderstand. I love to write and am planning on publishing this year(More to come about that later), but from June of last year to June of this year, my time was consumed with something entirely different.


You see, as part of my faith, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day saints, we all take turns sharing responsibility for the needs of our congregation. Some jobs, or callings as we refer to them in the church, are relatively small and not as time consuming. Others, like the calling I was given last year, was lots of responsibility and time. Basically, I was responsible to care for and know the needs of all the women in my congregation. This job is called being the Relief Society President, and it was a remarkable, and really tough experience. In fact, I wrote down many of my experiences in a book I'm calling of Succulents and Sisters. Typically, I don't write about religious content, but it was such a unique experience that I wanted to record the stories. Also, I learned to love, love, love growing succulents.


I'm not sure if I will ever publish the book, but wanted to share with you, my readers and friends, a peek into the book, so I'm going to publish the first chapter on my blog tonight. Those of you who are of my faith might understand a little more, but those of you who are not but have ever felt overwhelmed by something, will appreciate it too. I'll also throw up some pics of my succulent creations.
And, in my next post, I'll get you guys all caught up on what I'm writing now. Here's the first chapter to Of Succulents and Sisters




Chapter 1 


A Reality Check


 I sit in my dining room looking around. Two large windows and a sliding glass door frame the space painted a soothing shade of pale blue. Lining both windowsills are small black plastic containers, and in the containers, fragile plants grow. Some are as small as a child’s fingernail, while others have grown up a few inches, stretching out toward the light with their thin stems and miniature leaves.  Then, beneath the windowsills low metal shelves are filled to the edges with larger, decorative ceramic containers growing succulents in groups of threes. Some of my favorite containers are tea pots and oversized mugs in blue or red. Each container is unique from the salsa dish to the distressed wooden boat. All from local thrift stores, picked out painstakingly one at a time. Beyond the sliding glass door, I see out onto my covered patio. The Arizona heat licks at the corners of the cement but the sturdy stucco overhang protects more of my handiwork. Succulents. Lots of succulents in containers, clustered on tables and most of all on a set of rolling metal shelves, in rain gutters, capped off and turned planters by my dear husband. I stare, noting that over the course of a year, I’d gathered every variation of succulents that I could get my hands on. Aloe Vera, Jade Plant, Burro’s tail cascading over the edge of a small white pot, and rose-like Echeveria growing next to Hen and Chick plants just to name a few. And beyond the patio, there are a few more succulent creations. Collections I put together just to enjoy out in my yard, tucked under trees and in cooler corners where the hot Arizona sun can’t burn them.  


                                 



It’s one of those moments, where you stop long enough to look at your life and see how something so small has grown, flourished… and then taken over. And, in this moment, I pose a question to myself, how did this happen?


The answer was easy. It all started on the night that my Bishop (we’ll call him Bishop X) wanted to drop by.


                                                       


Now you all know that a Bishop doesn’t just “drop by” especially when your ward has just been split and lots of callings need to be filled. This was the state of my ward, and I knew my Bishop was coming on the Lord’s errand that fateful night. The only mystery was what would he ask me to do? Nursery? That comes with a built-in snack. Primary? Those wild things were always fun to teach. Maybe gospel doctrine? A girl could dream, since it was my favorite calling. No. The Lord had a different plan, and as Bishop sat on the large leather sectional in my family room, explaining his thoughts, I realized things were about to go sideways in my world.


Let me take a second to say that I do not envy the Bishop. He is the messenger and we all know the old saying about the messenger getting shot, or something like that. Either way, Bishop X was in the line of fire.  


So, Bishop X launched into a story about how he’d been to the temple a few months before the ward boundaries had been changed, praying about several callings. At that time, he was not praying about the calling I was about to be extended. As he sat in the reverence of that holy house, he received a clear impression that I was to be called as a Relief Society President. At this point, Bishop X knew a ward split was coming. We all did. We’d completely outgrown our building and new families were moving in every week. With that in mind, it made no sense to change the relief society president, so Bishop X filed away this particular inspiration in whatever place Bishops tuck away things to deal with later. Let me state that while he is telling me this story, his face shows his unmasked surprise at the inspiration he’d received. Wide eyes, body leaning forward, hands open and lifted. I could practically hear his thoughts at the time he was receiving this prompting.
Sister Carling? Are you sure Lord?
After all, Bishop X lived down the street from me. He’d seen me teach gospel doctrine and knew I was a little out of the box in my approach to teaching, and well everything.
Anyway, Bishop X continued his story. After the ward split and new boundaries were drawn, he’d gone back to the temple with another list of names to pray about for the calling of Relief Society President and was told again that I was the person that should be called. Again, he wore a shocked expression.  Shocked didn’t begin to describe my feelings which had whipped themselves into a panicked frenzy in a matter of minutes, and now were rising in my throat like suffocating panic. You see, I’ve dealt with clinical depression since my early thirties which has morphed into some fairly intense anxiety and depression in the last few years. And, in the last six months, I had just gotten it under control. This entailed cutting way back on publishing new books and simplifying my life to a manageable pace. Like so many others, I was learning to live with an ailment that no can see, but in the last few months, I’d found a moment of balance and peace.
Soon the overwhelming emotions reached my eyes and I began to cry, which is unusual for me. I’m not the cry-at-the-drop-of-a- hat-kind-of-girl. There can be an entire room of weeping sisters, and I’d be the one with dry eyes.
At the same time Bishop X’s entire demeanor sagged, and the bewildered look he’d worn earlier turned to a look of uncertainty. My mind was filled with a torrent of chaotic and fearful thoughts. My heart raced and finally, I couldn’t take the overwhelming barrage of emotions anymore.
“Bishop,” I said. “You’re upsetting me. You need to go home.”                                                                                      
My husband, who has been in bishoprics before visibly cringed, probably thinking of our poor Bishop just trying to do his job.


As Bishop X walked to the front door, I trailed behind him.


“You don’t understand.” I said. “I just got my anxiety under control.”


Tears falling.


“I don’t do anything halfway.” I rambled. My husband followed me, so now we look like little ducklings following the leader.   


“I was raised by my father! His idea of d├ęcor was stereo wires pinned to the wall for better reception.”


More tears.  


“I don’t even like most women.”


At the door, Bishop slipped out without me saying the one thing he needed to hear, that I would accept the calling, or not. I’ve envisioned since that time, the Bishop going home and telling his wife that they may need to move because there was a crazy person living on their street. By the next day, I was still wracked with fear, but I mustered my faith and contacted the Bishop. I would do my best, I told him. Mostly, I was thinking that I would try not to break the church by being in a position of so much responsibility, or inadvertently hurt the women by my own ineptitude. As it had been from the moment the Bishop extended the calling, unquenchable tension riddled my body and I began the process of figuring out how I was going to survive what lay ahead.