Showing posts with label Janie Franz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Janie Franz. Show all posts

Friday, November 2, 2018

Watch It or I’ll Put You in My Book! #guestblogger #giveaway #paranormal

Ruins Legacy cover

By Janie Franz (Guest Blogger)

There is a saying—or threat—among authors that if you make us angry enough, we’ll put you in one of our books and kill you off in a most horrid but satisfying manner. Well, I’ve never put anyone in my books and killed them off—in fact, I’ve only killed two people off in all of my 12 titles. However, I have put people I know into my books.

In Sugar Magnolia, my contemporary about the music industry, I got permission to put hip-hop artist Deploi and music legend Dr. John into cameo spots with speaking roles. These were small parts but depicted what I had seen in both when I had interacted with them at different times of my life. They were both positive showcases.

I have also crafted characters around people I’ve met and who I appreciated their appearance or energy. In Warrior Women, book 3 of my 6-part fantasy series about the Bowdancer, I created one character from someone I know and shaped her into who she became and later had her appear in three more Bowdancer books. The character Bekar, the fearless master hunter, came from an encounter I had with Canadian multi-musician Lyndale Montgomery. I’d arranged for her and her partner Ember Swift to appear at a local coffeehouse on their way to another gig. This was a sing-for-gas-money gig and necessary for them to get to their next bigger playing gig. I’d followed the band for a bit and was happy to help.

Lyndale showed up with Ember and another woman who played drums, and I was struck by how she had changed her appearance. She had long hair and had shaved half her head on one side. It was a startling look. When I crafted Bekar, I put in that look, except the warrior woman’s hair on the other side was shorter, and I embued her with Lyndale’s energy—or what I perceived of her at that time. Many years later, I admitted to Lyndale that I’d put her into one of my books.

The inspiration for the next-door neighbor in my horror short, The Neighbor, was someone I actually lived next door to. I had wondered when I lived in that building whether that woman was trying to become me. Thus, the story was born years later.

In The Premier, another contemporary but about Hollywood, I fashioned the male love interest on an actor I had admired. It wasn’t him in the book but my take on a what-if moment if I’d been a writer who’d met someone like him.

And the rock star wanting to make a comeback in Sugar Magnolia was based very loosely on a 60s performer and then was given a whole lot of nasty qualities. He was fun to write, though creepy at the same time.

My Ruins series began with the shaping of the character Paul in Discovery. I’d seen this native or Hispanic gentleman at a convenience store in Arizona 40 years ago. I was intrigued by his appearance and quickly wrote a novella with him in it that later on became Discovery. I had not yet gone back to school to get my anthropology degree and knew very little about the science of archaeology when that first draft was written. It remained in a drawer for 30 years until I pulled it out and expanded it into a full-length book, which was eventually published. Artifacts came on the coattails of that book and had no further inspiration from people I know, except I had a stronger understanding of archaeology then.

The most recent book in the Ruins series, Legacy, came out in September, and it has three people in it that I know. I crafted Dutch Acuna, the lady owner of the horse ranch where most of the action takes place, on my good friend Ann. That character is so like Ann it really could have been her doing all those things in the book. But Dutch has knowledge Ann doesn’t have. Dutch is a midwife and knows herbs. Ann knows herbs and does a lot of homeopathic remedies, but she’d never feel as comfortable as Dutch does around a pregnant woman.

Another minor character is Isaac Wichowski, the big angelic, Hispanic farrier in Legacy. He’s based on my good friend Alexander who is indeed a farrier and who gave me so much great information about horses for the book. Isaac and Alexander are just as cheeky, but kind to a fault!

Finally, there is Toni, the love interest in Legacy. She’s native and knows about the politics of academia. She’s also deeply spiritual. I based her character on a woman I met for 20 minutes 6 years ago. That woman’s energy was so spiritually positive and so very old inside a young body. I was impressed and began to weave a character based on that energy into this book. She wasn’t even an original idea for that book but, as I did research and sat with the story line, she came to it and walked its pages. I’m glad I put her into the book.

I do have another Ruins book I’ll be working on soon, and I’m not sure who will inspire me. I do have a law enforcement friend I’ve been threatening to put into a book and make her a womanizing sheriff. We’ll see.

As a tribute to people I know I’ve put in books, I’ll be giving away a digital copy of Ruins Legacy to one lucky winner who posts a comment about this blog.

Blurb

Kate Ferguson’s life is crumbling around her as she is shoved out of her ten-year-old son’s life as he prepares for his testing to be the next shaman. Relegated to babysitting a pregnant woman she doesn’t even know in an unfamiliar place, she is bombarded by her son’s growing abilities and her own, dark secrets, strange revelations, spiritual trials, and an intriguing female ranch hand who challenges everything she knows.

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About the Author


Janie Franz comes from a long line of liars and storytellers with deep roots in East Tennessee. Her anthropology degree is a refection of her wide curiosity. She is an author, a professional speaker, the US acquisition editor and a content editor for MuseItUp Publishing, an academic editor, ghostwriter, and reviewer. Previously, she published an online music publication (Refrain Magazine) and was an agent/publicist for a groove/funk band, a radio announcer, a yoga/relaxation instructor, a music festival publicist, and private chef. 


She is the author of twelve titles with MUSE, a freelance writing manual, co-author of two wedding how-to books, and a self-help book. “Refrain,” Book 2 of The Lost Song trilogy, was a Top 10 Finisher, Best Sci-Fi/Fantasy, 2013 Preditors & Editors Reader Poll. She lives in Santa Fe where she writes fantasy, archeology thrillers, paranormal, and contemporaries—and can be found on a dance floor.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

A House Full of Music (#romance #rock #romance)

By Janie Franz (Guest Blogger)

Music is a huge part of my life. My new novel, Sugar Magnolia, offers homage to the artists who make the songs come alive.



Music journalist and artist Shivaun Corbin is on assignment at Sugar Magnolia, the Mississippi home of classic rocker Daniel Madux. She has been charged with creating a retro cover for Daniel’s latest album, a comeback CD that incorporates a more modern sound with his 70s rock. When she enters the household on this sprawling plantation, she encounters an odd assortment of characters with secrets of their own while she works hard to avoid being another of Daniel Madux’s conquests. Young instrumental protégé Connor is determined to protect Shivaun from Daniel’s pursuit. Shivaun is distracted by Connor’s attentions and those of one of the female backup singers as more secrets are revealed and the past comes rushing into the present. Sugar Magnolia offers an inside look at the music industry and one woman’s place in it.

I wish to thank Peter Himberger, of Impact Artist Management, Mac Rebennack (Dr. John), and Joe Lopez (Deploi) for allowing me to portray them in this work of fiction. I have the utmost respect for Dr. John and Deploi and hope their appearances here are an enhancement to their musical canon.

And, a special thanks to all of the musicians I’ve interviewed throughout my career as a music journalist. I’m privileged to have had relaxed conversations with all of you.

Excerpt

Shivaun caught her breath when she saw the massive, four-posted bed tucked behind the door, draped in a white voile canopy with white, bed linens. A pair of bedside tables, also painted white, flanked the bed. There was no closet, but double French doors led out onto an iron-railed balcony.

Part of Shivaun rejected the fussy, feminine frills that were a part of the clichéd Southern charm tourists came to expect of the region. Still, it was a lovely room with its beige wallpaper with clusters of tiny red roses.

Shivaun set her camera and purse on the bed and propped her laptop case on the floor against the night table closest to the door. She moved around the large bed to fling open the French doors and stepped out onto the balcony. Oaks and willows along a muddy river framed a well-mowed lawn, stretching all around her. The garden shrubbery that dotted its surface needed pruning, and the blue hydrangeas, surrounding two concrete benches by the river, needed weeding. In the middle of the lawn, a nude sculpture of a young woman, with well-developed breasts, spouted water into an algae covered pool.

That’s Daniel Madux’s virgin,” Connor said near her. “Probably the only one left.”

Shivaun jerked her head to look at him as he lounged against the rail beside her, looking over her head at the garden. “The sculpture or virgins?”

Connor shrugged. “Nothing remains pure around Daniel Madux,” he muttered, still staring out at the sculpture.

Shivaun raised an eyebrow. Seeing he wasn’t going to explain, she returned to her bedroom. “It’s very nice,” she told Madge. “It’s rather like the years passed over this place, like it could still be 1865.”

It’s a great place to get away from everything,” Madge said. “That’s why Daniel likes it so much.”

When do I get to meet the man?”

Later, after you get settled. He’s out wandering the grounds, trying to collect his head. He partied pretty hard last night.”

She should have been prepared for that. She had been warned. She wasn’t sure how long they would let her be a voyeur, though. Her hard-drinking friends at the magazine didn’t like her sitting out their binges. Trying to be casual, she pulled out a stick of gum from her pocket, unwrapped it, and asked, “Drugs?”

Beer and pot are all Daniel allows,” Conner explained as Shivaun rolled the gum into a circle and popped it in her mouth. “Occasionally, we get some local moonshine, but that stuff’s hard to come by. Daniel says if we use anything else, we can’t create…. He’s got a few more rules he’ll lay down when you meet him.”

Madge headed for the door. “We better let you get settled. The john’s across the hall. Sometimes, you have to bang on the door to get the room cleared…. Somebody’ll come for you when Daniel’s presentable.”

Fine. I’m still living in another time zone and another climate. It’ll take me a bit to get used to the heat and the humidity here.”

As Connor followed Madge out the door, he called back, “Maybe we could have a toke together later.”

Thanks, but no.” Shivaun smiled. “I quit smoking—anything—a long time ago. Gum’s my only vice now.”

Only?” Connor asked. “You know I’ve got a coffee pot down there that’s more fun than you are.”

Shivaun gave him a big-sister look. “I came to work, not play.”

Connor swept his gaze over her body. “Yep. You’re a hybrid tea rose. It’s a damn shame…. Listen, if you’re hungry, come on down to the kitchen. I’m throwing something together for later anyway.”

She smiled at his invitation and thanked him as he left. Alone, Shivaun sat on the edge of the bed and began to worry. She got some really hard intel from an ex-roadie whose sole job had been to procure more than weed for Daniel Madux and his hangers-on. There had been coke and crystal meth and all sorts of prescription drugs. The guy did say Daniel cleaned up two or three years ago. But if Daniel were still using something, he could be one lost weekend away from spiraling down into that toilet again. Of course, getting detoxed would explain the year-long gap in his tour schedules she’d noticed.

Beer and pot. Who said pot anymore? These people didn’t behave like musicians she’d worked with before. They seemed to be players in a 70s sit-com, all caricatures of the music scene. The rest of them had to be as strange as these two.

How could she put up with this crazy household for almost a week?

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The characters were… well, hilarious! The cheeky bare a$$ed bass player/cook was just one of the characters that got me giggling. You’ll love Mama, the Reverend and all the others. Secrets unravel and things rapidly spiral out of control as the reader is taken along for the ride. If you want to journey into the world of retro rock stars you’ll enjoy this tale and it appears the author is very familiar with the music scene having reported on it as a journalist for many years.”

~ Killarney Sheffield, historical romance author.


About Janie Franz

Janie Franz comes from a long line of Southern liars and storytellers. She told other people’s stories as a freelance journalist for many years. With Texas wedding DJ, Bill Cox, she co-wrote The Ultimate Wedding Ceremony Book and The Ultimate Wedding Reception Book, and then self-published a writing manual, Freelance Writing: It’s a Business, Stupid! She also published an online music publication, was an agent/publicist for a groove/funk band, a radio announcer, and a yoga/relaxation instructor.

Currently, she is writing her twelfth novel and a self-help book, Standing Strong: Becoming a Woman of Power---Honoring unexpected changes in our lives