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Savvy Authors Summer Symposium

In late 2010 I joined the Savvy Authors website as a premium member. Although basic membership is free, premium membership costs $30 dollars a year and comes with a number of additional benefits, including reduced rates on classes and events.

Which brings us to the upcoming Savvy Authors Summer Symposium, which is free for premium members but $30 for basic members. You can check it all out here.

You can register for the Savvy Authors Summer Symposium, which is an online event taking place the week of August 20th (next  week):

Here is a link to the chat schedule:

Guest post by Amy McCorkle

Gladiator by Amy McCorkleI know in a post one usually talks about their current book and there will be an excerpt and cover art and the typical guest posts. Today I want to talk about paying it forward and finding heroes when there are none around you. Many people will talk about their families not understanding or supporting them. For me, it’s a double edged sword. My parents have always said you can be anything you want to be. And they celebrate every success right along with me. But then at lunch today my sister called my work porn. I don’t write porn, and then she had the nerve to ask for a free book. That’s family for you.

Then there are my friends. First up is my best friend and sometime co-author Melissa Goodman. We have known each other for 16 years. Been writing together on certain projects for 15 years. Been roomies for 13 of them. We have been through hell and had great adventures together. So the success we are experiencing now is especially sweet. Second on the list is Pamela Turner, her brilliant UF novel Death Sword was epubbed. For the longest time I resisted it but I finally made the decision to submit a novel that had been sitting on my computer. In part because of Pam, in part because of my best friend’s loss of her father. I knew my career wasn’t just going to happen to me. I had to make it happen. But Pam was a great example of someone who worked hard and persisted and she found success. And finally, Elise VanCise, a brilliant writer, blogger, and graphic artist and friendship and patience with walking me through the technical end of things has been invaluable to me in my career. Many thanks to all of you.

And then of course there are my heroes who are on the silver screen. Number one, I can honestly say this actor’s openness about his own struggles with bipolar disorder help save my life. Maurice Benard, General Hospital’s mobster with a heart of gold, Sonny Corinthos, is good to his fans. I had the opportunity to meet him on a few occasions and talk to him at length on one. I got to thank him. And when I approached him about doing an audiobook version of my book he expressed interest in doing so. Number two, George Clooney. If you’re going to talk smack about this man don’t do it around me. He’s Missy’s Hollywood Husband 😉 and when she was feeling down I wrote a letter to him on her behalf and he wrote her back on pages of ER script with a scene about friendship on it. So as far as I’m concerned he’s the bee’s knees. And finally, my hero of heroes, Daniel Craig. When I can’t sleep at night it’s his movies I watch and it is his attitude and work ethic which inspires my own. That and he’s easy on the eyes 😉

And to my publishers and editors, you know who you are, I’m a better writer for having been under your instruction. I hope you’ll take a chance on the first book in my trilogy, enjoy the excerpt below.

Back Cover: Ten years ago Tristan Shane had failed to pick sides and he paid with the ultimate price—his family.  Enslaved as a post-apocalyptic gladiator, he is now faced with a similar dilemma, serve the despot  Queen and murder her innocent sister, or face certain death himself. What will he choose?
Tristan Shane was a moderate before the nuclear and economic crisis which plunged the world into darkness. While his sister Aidia ran off to fight the rebel’s war he desperately tried to hang onto normalcy and lost his wife and children in the process. Spending the next ten years as the Crown’s favored and the mob’s favorite Gladiator, he never expects to meet the Queen’s sister, Alexandra, a Healer.
She claims to be the much whispered about Savior sent to heal the wounded Earth and oceans, the one who would bring about her cruel sister’s dethroning. But is she? Or is she just a fraud? But he quickly learns her erotic touch has the power to heal his heart and his to save her life. But as the passion heightens and the danger increases will they have forever or will he have to give up everything to save the planet?
“What is it you want, Veronica?”
She leaned in close and whispered seductively, “Why, you know I only want you, Tristan.”
He snatched her up by her throat, pinned her against the wall and kissed her passionately, brutally, and without clemency. When he pulled away she was smiling with a darkness that made him angry. She was a power-hungry mongrel who played on her husband’s weaknesses and jealousies. Tristan hated her. And he hated himself for f***ing her. But this was his life. He let go of her and walked away.
“Is my poor Gladiator jealous? There’s really no need for that, is there? You know you’re my favorite.”
“What is it you really want, Veronica?”
She came up behind him and seductively began to ease off his armor. He was covered in sweat and blood and he felt her shiver against his body. And as always there was a twinge of nausea that would precede the raw animal aggression.
She turned him around. He looked at her. There was no doubt about it; she was beautiful. But she was poisonous—a rattlesnake with crystal green eyes and flaming red hair. Her father had promised peace and a return to normalcy and democracy in the wake of economic and nuclear disaster, and instead this was what had become of the world. And she was no doubt always enjoining her father to maintain her life in this fashion. He loathed her. He detested her. And every time he had sex with her his intense hatred for himself deepened a little bit more.
“My dear, sweet Gladiator, as much as I’d like to celebrate your victory with you tonight, my husband wishes me to share his bed. But fear not—I do have a consolation prize for you.”
His skin began to crawl. Veronica had a twisted way of looking at what constituted a consolation prize; it was usually just a groupie who wanted to watch what the queen did with the equivalent of rock stars of the former United States of America. And he usually did the dog and pony show. But sometimes Veronica required something to prove his loyalty to her. That would be more complicated.
“What is it this time?”
She smiled. His response had given her the mistaken impression that he cared.
“The rebels have been restless. And it seems there is a young woman we have in our prison whom they want terribly. Well, frankly, they are in two minds as to what to believe. It is rumored she is the mythical Healer. The one meant to find her soul mate, so together they will lead our Nation out of the so-called darkness into which it has plunged itself.”
“And what do you want me to do?”
“Oh Tristan, why are you being so defensive? I just want you to find out whether she really is the Healer, and report to me if she is.”
“And then, what?”
“And then you let me handle it,” Veronica said, sliding back into the evil skin that was her natural state. “The rebels have no idea what it takes to run a country.”
The image of his wife being raped and murdered flooded him and it was all he could do not to throttle the queen right then and there.
“So can I count on you to do this for me or do I need to find someone else who can?”
He was no one’s hero. But she had said young woman. And he couldn’t just allow his wife’s fate to be visited upon some other unsuspecting girl. “I’ll do what I can.”
Veronica ran her index finger down his cheek and whispered, “Good boy, Tristan,” she purred. “Guard! She’ll be delivered before the night is over. I don’t know when I’ll be able to return to you, but I expect that you’ll have had enough time to gain her trust by then.”
Tristan’s stomach churned. The Healer? In the beginning there had been whispers of it. But he had never believed in such a thing. It had been years since the crown had feared anything. And now this. He said nothing as the queen was escorted away. He was left to think about the young woman he might be forced to turn over in the end.

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