Having had two posts on book beginnings you just know the word I left out there….Time. As openers go why shouldn’t it be up there with the greats. I mean it does give the story at a glance and that story is fanciful.
Where else would you pass off heroines with glass shoe fetishes, cats who like kinky boots, heroines who should go to specsavers, heroines who plainly find food hard to resist and men cardboard as frizelled toast, all living happily ever after?
Well the surprise you are in for today, is the word is not time….it’s TWIST and here today we have two, not one, fabulous authors to talk about their new release, very much a spin on two old tales. AND..as if that is not enough, this being la-la land after all, Herr Grimms, themselves masters of the art of retelling folk tales, to ask them a few questions. Lucky Michelle Smart and Aimee Duffy. (Not pictured below okay)
Jacob (And he’s not from Twilight either) (Oh okay does this look any better?
(Alright. So maybe not. Sorry Heath)
Jacob. So Fraulein Michelle , or maybe I should call you Cinderella, would that be okay?
Ella Who’s Michelle? Everyone calls me Ella.
Jacob Give me a second to write that down. Ella. Not Michella. Now, this is one version of the story my brother and I never seemed to come across. Prince Charming is fighting the undead is that right?
Ella So he said – he only deigned to tell me under duress. Apparently it’s not a subject women are designed to handle. We’re far too delicate. And we swoon a lot. (Bless him, he can be a right twat).
Jacob Right. But you do have a glass slipper?
Ella I certainly do – I have two of them! They are fabulous – honestly, you should see them. My Fairy Godmother is a genius! And the heels… they double as a lethal weapon. James Bond eat your heart out!
Jacob I see they open bottles too. Very handy at village beer festivals. Where did the idea come from?
Ella What idea? The idea to have a Ball while the undead are coming to our land? You’ll have to ask Charming that one. The twat.
Jacob Then we shall. We shall also ask you what is your favorite fairy tale and why? So I might write it.
Ella Well, duh! Do you really expect me to answer that?
Jacob Red Riding Hood obviously. Which brings us to this lady…who I believe is usually known as Aimee Duffy. Sometimes Duggy here it is true. And of course my brother Wilhelm. As soon as he has put down that damsel.
I must say Fraulein Aimee, the cloak is very natty.
Ruby Natty? Well, I suppose I’ve had it a few years now but why mess with perfection? Wilhelm can call me Ruby.
Wilhelm So how is this different? Let me guess the wolf is secretly very sexy so you run off with him to live in forests happily ever after? As you can see, I like forests. Especially with damsels who need carrying in them
Ruby The wolf *shudders* is terrifying. A monster. It’s infected with a horrible disease.
Wilhelm What about the woodcutter? And grandma? Pardon me for asking but if I don’t Jacob will. Do they get it together?
Ruby *Sniffs air* I wouldn’t put cheating past Jeremy, he’s done it before. But no, grandma… grandma’s gone.
Wilhelm That certainly sounds a most interesting concept. The kind of thing a Grimm brother would approve of. Tell me a bit about where we can get a copy to study in more length how you dispose of Grannie.
Ruby For now, it’s exclusive to Amazon. We may put it elsewhere in the future.
Wilhelm. Last thing did you choose this because it is your favorite tale? I mean I won’t be jealous and refuse to carry you out the woods if you choose one Jacob wrote up.
Ruby (Answering as Aimee). Nope, I just thought a mass infection in the woods spreading through an evil wolf would be fun. I’ve never written anything gory, or suspenseful and thought it would be a blast to write. And it was.
Thank you for having us Jacob and Wilhelm and Shey
Glass Slippers and Combat Boots
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, the creatures are coming…
In a land run by misogynists, where fair maidens are deemed liable to fall in a dead faint at the sight of blood, Prince Charming is worried – the creatures that have destroyed their neighboring kingdoms are coming for them. He judges it imperative to get all the females to safety, but first he needs to break the enchantment enslaving his One True Love to her hateful home. Oh, and there’s the small matter of the Ball to get through too.
But when the creatures reach them ahead of their expected time, all plans are foregone. Can Ella break her wicked stepmother’s enchantment? Can she save her handsome Prince and the kingdom before midnight strikes? And can she show his soldiers what it really means to kick a monster’s butt? The clock is ticking…
Reunited With Red
Many, many years later…
When Ruby visits her grandmother in the deep, dark forest, she stumbles into a nightmare. Her grandma’s been attacked by a wolf-like creature, and an ancient disease that turned people into monsters is back… and so is the cold-hearted ex she walked out on a year ago.
Now she has to either accept Jeremy’s help or face becoming a monster herself. Fighting alongside the man she once loved isn’t easy, especially when she discovers there’s more to Jeremy than the cheating bastard she took him for.
As they fight to survive the disease and save those they love, can they keep from falling for each other all over again?
Glass Slippers and Combat Boots excerpt
“She murdered my father – I can’t prove it but I know it was Christell who put the poisonous spider in his bed. If she could, she would kill me too but my fairy godmother put her own enchantment on me that stops Christell or my stepsisters from killing me. It doesn’t stop them beating me when the mood takes them, but it is impossible for them to decapitate me or remove a limb or stop my heart from beating.”
“Why doesn’t your fairy godmother break the enchantment?”
“Ha!” Ella rolled her eyes and heaved herself up. “I haven’t seen her since my father’s funeral. She’s elderly and very scatty.”
James’s easy-going smile had vanished. His brow had furrowed and he stared at her for long moments before speaking. “Christell’s taking an awful risk letting you into the forest every day.”
“Like most of the humans in this land, she avoids the forest.” She dragged a finger along his stubbly cheek, tracing the long scar that ran along it, a permanent reminder of the war he had been fighting in for King and Country. “But you are braver than most humans.”
Darkness clouded his eyes. “I wish you had told me before… Ella, we need to find a way to break the enchantment.”
“Until my fairy godmother shows up, there is no way. Christell’s magic is too powerful and personal for an unconnected sorcerer to break it.”
“It’s not safe for you here,” he bit out. “I wanted to marry you and take you as far away as I could. It’s not safe here for anyone.”
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To get the gun. Stay there,” he added when he heard the water splashing around her.
The splashing stopped, and she didn’t speak. He pulled a small torch from his pocket, clicked the button. Nothing happened. Shaking his head, he considered waiting for the clouds to pass the moon so he could see properly. That could take minutes they didn’t have.
Dropping to his knees, he felt blindly around the ground, but it was like looking for a natural blonde at Hugh Hefner’s. Then again, he’d be able to find Red there—or anywhere—even without the gift of sight. She may still be in the water, but he could remember her lavender scent, remember her silky smooth skin. Remember how his body fired up like it had been injected with a semi-lethal dose of hormones when she was in a ten foot radius.
“How…d-do you kn-know it will f-f-follow us.” Her teeth rattled together as she spoke.
Without the heat of his body, she must be freezing. He increased the speed of his search, thought about leaving the damn thing. After all he had plenty more at home, what was one shotgun when he had one in every closet? But keeping her alive for the journey back was more important than keeping her warm.
He considered how much to tell her, after all, he’d signed away the right to be honest with anyone, even the rest of the world when the half-dead creatures started attacking in the night. When he realized what had started it all, he had sworn he would put an end to what he helped create, even though opening his mouth meant he risked jail. Or worse, the other person’s death.
He’d been responsible for enough deaths already.