This Week on Dialogue: Between the Lines Inspirational Author Christi Corbett

This Week on Dialogue: Between the Lines Inspirational Author Christi Corbett

I’m happy to welcome to the show another Pacific Northwest writer, Christi Corbett in another intriguing author interview on the popular fiction-focused online radio show, Dialogue: Between the Lines.

Listen to Christi Corbett, here on Dialogue and win a free eBook on Christi’s book giveaway!

You can find Christi Corbett at http://christicorbett.wordpress.com

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Other Author Wednesday – Jill Urbach

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Other Author Wednesday – Jill Urbach

Today is the debut of “Other Author Wednesday” where each week I will feature an author that I either have read, am reading currently or plan to read. And what a better way to debut Other Author Wednesday than to wet your reading appetite with debut author, Jill Urbach and her romantic comedy entitled, Two-Room Flat (Astraea Press, July 22, 2013).

Sometimes the person we want to hate is the very one we need to love.

A SYNOPSIS OF “TWO-ROOM FLAT” by Jill Urbach

TwoRoomFlat-JillUrbach-500x750Spicy fiction made novelist Claire Gissler a star, but she can’t pen a sentence to save her life since her husband’s accidental death two years ago. Now, deeply in debt, her only hope of reviving her crumbling career is to flee small town America for big city London. Trouble is, she can’t afford the move. That is, not until handsome Adam Lambright — her husband’s best friend and the man she blames for his death — offers to let her stay in his flat… with him.

Adam Lambright used to know how to smile, how to have fun, how to love, but that was before watching his best friend die and his wife wither away from cancer. Now, ticked off at God, he’s vowed never to love again. That doesn’t mean he can’t help out his best friend’s widow. Heck, her life’s more of a mess than his own.

Seeing no other possible option, Claire moves to London. In that exciting city, she faces the challenges of rebuilding her career — and the attentions of her sexy English publicist. But, it’s her growing feelings for Adam that present the biggest challenge: learn to forgive or face heartbreak once again.

Author Bio

JillUrbach-HEADSHOTFormer television actress Jill Urbach is an award-winning author whose first full-length novel, Two-Room Flat, was published in July 2013. She teaches a combined 3rd/4th grade class at a Christian elementary school, and moonlights as a jazz singer. Jill lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two children. You can follow Jill on Twitter, her Facebook author page, or check out her website, http://www.jillurbach.com.

I’m Currently Reading Jill Urbach’s “Two-Room Flat”

I’m enjoying this story already. Starting out with an unwanted encounter with an irritating match-maker, Claire Gissler’s day begins abruptly at a coffee shop. The tension is palpable. The author’s knack for conflict and mood-setting sets the reader off with chortles and a sense of embarrassment for each character and before you know it, you’re fully enveloped in the story.

Although I’m not quite through this story, so far Two-Room Flat is a fun tale dappled with moments of sensitivity not usually found in first authors and will make a lovely companion for readers any season of the year. ~Susan Wingate, author of award-winning “Drowning” and the “Bobby’s Diner” Series

Susan Wingate’s Literary Awards Received

For DROWNING

  • 2011 Forward National Literature Award for Drama
  • 2011 International Best Books Award, Finalist for Women’s Fiction

For BOBBY’S DINER

  • 2010 International Best Books Award, Finalist for Women’s Fiction
  • 2009 Next Generation Indie Book Awards, Finalist for Women’s Fiction

Susan also received a 2009 Textnovel Editor’s Choice Award & Finalist for an unpublished novella she wrote.

Susan has won various other literary awards for her short stories and poetry.

For Susan’s Kindle Books on Amazon, go to: http://amzn.to/1cdGZBR
For Susan’s Nook Books on Barnes&Noble, go to: http://bit.ly/1cdH9Jr

Matthew Arkin, Actor & Author

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Matthew Arkin, Actor & Author

Arkin-square interview photoI have a new friend. His name is Matthew Arkin. Matthew is an actor who crossed over to the dark side… the writing side. Oh, the horror!

We met a couple of weeks back during his Kickstarter Campaigna campaign for his debut novel entitled “In the Country of the Blind”–a tantalizing mystery/thriller. I’m happy to say that Matthew has provided an excerpt of his story. You’ll find it below but first let me tell you about Matthew’s campaign. He hopes to reach $17,000 by the 18th of July which is only 9 days away. Right now, Matthew has raised $11,210 so he’s two-thirds of the way there and I hope you consider giving any dollar amount between $1 to $1,000 to Matthew’s campaign

Anyway, enjoy reading Matthew Arkin’s first chapter from his debut novel. 

Excerpt from IN THE COUNTRY OF THE BLIND by Matthew Arkin

Arkin-Book on BlackMy beer arrived. I took a swallow and surveyed the barroom. This crowd was more frantic, more bent on reaching a good time, with more ground to cover to get there. A movement caught my eye, the turn of a head a little too quick, a woman talking to two men, her back to me. I took another sip of my beer and watched. From the looks on their faces, these guys were smitten. A burst of laughter erupted from the party to her left, and somebody jostled her, forcing her to turn, giving me a glimpse of profile. She looked familiar, and when she glanced my way our eyes locked. She looked away quickly and returned her attention to the two men. I stood, threw some bills on the bar and picked up my beer. As I threaded my way through the crowd, she glanced at me again and her eyes lit up.

 “There you are!” she cried. She said something to the two men and edged quickly my way. I still couldn’t place her. When she reached me, she stood on tiptoe, grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me in for a full, hard kiss with a delicious mouth. She squeezed the back of my neck hard as she whispered in my ear.

“Don’t say a fucking word.” She spun on her heel, pulling me behind her by the hand. We passed her two companions and she let loose a peal of laughter.

“Sorry, fellas, but I haven’t seen this guy for ages, and we’ve got some catching up to do. I’ll see you around,” she said, and we were out the door. She still had hold of my hand, and I stopped to protest, but she grabbed my face for another hard kiss. It is unwise to object when kissed by a beautiful woman dressed to the nines, even if you don’t have any idea who the hell she is, so I began to reciprocate. She broke it off and spun me around, my back to the restaurant.

“Not here,” she said as she waved over my shoulder to the guys. She put her arm around my waist and pulled me quickly down the street. I followed, or rather, let her drag me, to the corner, where she hauled me a few steps down Seventy-Sixth and pushed me into a dark alleyway, the only light cast by a single bulb above an apartment building service entrance at the far end. She was backlit by a street lamp near the entrance to the alley and I couldn’t see her face.

“What the fuck were you doing in there?”

“Excuse me?” I said.

She stepped towards me. “I asked you what the fuck you were doing in there.”

“Uh . . . Having a drink?”

“Don’t get smart with me.” She straight-armed me further into the alley. “If you’re dicking around with this, you’re in big trouble.”

I was starting to be less amused. It’s one thing to be kissed and manhandled by a beautiful, sexy stranger, and another to be threatened by her.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Don’t fuck with me,” she said, shoving me again. The tone of voice and her language completely belied the refined image projected by the woman I had seen in the bar.

“Excuse me,” I said, “but who the fuck are you?”

“What?”

“Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you talking about?” She took another step forward. I wasn’t exactly afraid of her, but if I stood my ground and she pushed me again, I might have to give her a good one back.  I didn’t want to do that, she was so small, so I took a quick step back. My foot landed on a piece of pipe, it skittered out from under me and I went down as quickly as if I’d hit a patch of ice. I tried to arch my back to keep myself upright, so the first thing to hit the pavement was my head. I heard the crack, felt the dull penetrating vibration of the impact, and a sharp searing pain. A twin star revolved in the night sky, and two women loomed over me, speaking words I couldn’t understand, could barely hear. The twin star slowly resolved itself into the single bulb above the service entrance, and then one of the women was gone. I could hear the remaining one more clearly, speaking from the end of a long corrugated steel tunnel.

“Zach, are you all right?”

“ngh.”

“Does your neck hurt?”

“ngh.”

“Dammit. Just lie still for a minute.” She put a hand on my chest. “That must have knocked the wind out of you.”

“ngh.”

She kneeled over me, looking into my eyes. She raised one hand and blocked the light from the bulb, putting one of my eyes into shadow, then moved her hand and repeated this motion a few times with that eye, and then again with the other.

“Does your neck hurt?”

“ngh-ngh.”

“Can you sit up?”

“ngh-hah.”

“Okay, let’s try it, nice and easy.” She put one hand behind my head at the base of my skull, and wrapped her other arm around me to support me from behind my shoulders. Her face was next to mine and I could smell her perfume, dark and spicy, as she pulled me up into a sitting position on the pavement. She sat back on her heels and held my neck, kneading, probing gently with her fingers. The light finally caught her face, and it hit me: The police station, before my meeting with Cynthia and the two homicide dicks.

She pulled her hand away from my neck and held it up in front of her. It was covered with blood.

“Shit,” she said.

“Is that mine?”

“It would appear so. It looks like you hit the remains of a beer bottle when you went down. Goddammit. Now I’ve gotta fill out a shitload of reports.”

“Yeah. Not to mention dealing with IAB and a brutality investigation.”

“You’re kidding, right? That might be tough to pull off. I’ve got witnesses who saw us smooching our way out of that restaurant and up the street.”

“Well, if there’s more smooching to look forward to, I might be persuaded to drop the charges.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she said. “Turn around. I wanna see how bad it is.” I complied.

“Sally, right?” I asked as she probed the back of my head to get a good look.

“Yeah. Good memory.”

“So, Sally. What do we do now?”

“We get you to the hospital for some stitches.”

“And then?” I asked, turning back to her.

She was digging in her shoulder bag. She pulled out some paper napkins and handed them to me. “And then you go home and forget this ever happened.”

If you enjoyed reading this excerpt, go to: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1815786743/in-the-country-of-the-blind-a-novel-of-suspense?ref=live to see Matthew’s short campaign video. It’s hysterical.

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MORE ABOUT MATTHEW ARKIN

Matthew Arkin, a critically acclaimed actor, has extensive credits in film, television, Broadway, Off-Broadway, and many of the country’s most prestigious regional theaters. Mr. Arkin teaches acting, both privately in Los Angeles and at the Conservatory at South Coast Rep. He is also a passionate motivational speaker, giving talks and seminars on discovering your authentic voice and personal definition of success to those in the entertainment industry and beyond, and he enjoys bringing this message to his work as a teacher of public speaking and presentation skills in the corporate world and the public sector.

You can learn more about Matthew Arkin by going to his website: www.matthewarkin.com

You can find Matthew on Facebook and Twitter too!

Guest Post! David LeRoy, Author of Historical Novel, THE SIREN OF PARIS

I’m so excited about today’s post because I’m hosting an incredible author who writes historical fiction. For whatever reason, I don’t normally read this genre but the period chosen by David LeRoy happens to be one of my favorites, World War II. I guess I hold a warm place in my heart for this time because my father served in the U.S. Army during the final year of that battle.

But, David Leroy did extensive research on the German occupation of France for his debut novel THE SIREN OF PARIS. This historical novel follows the journey of one American from medical student, to artist, to political prisoner at Buchenwald Concentration Camp during World War II.

You can purchase THE SIREN OF PARIS in Kindle e-book format from Amazon — http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0088CA098 and learn more about this author and novel at http://www.thesirenofparis.com/

For more information about this virtual book tour, please visit — http://bookpromotionservices.com/2012/05/22/siren-of-paris-tour/

And, you can learn more about THE SIREN OF PARIS on Facebook at — https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Siren-of-Paris/300009180044449

Now, for an excerpt of Chapter 13 from…

The Siren of Paris by David LeRoy

June 2nd, 1940

Paris, France

After dinner, Marc sat with Marie’s family around the radio. No one spoke a word, each one lost in his or her own world, poring over the meaning of every French word. The tension on the dial was too much, and the station would slip. Marie’s father got up and then tuned it back into the official station.

“Go to sleep, I told you two,” Marie’s mother told her little sister and brother.

“But we can’t. It is too loud,” the little girl said.

“Marie, please,” her father said next.

“Come with me,” Marie said, and took them back into their room. “Now, you need to sleep, and be good.” She tucked them both in, and then sat for a moment on the edge of her brother’s bed. Then she heard it. Then another one followed the first. She got up and went to the window and stood in front of it in silence, holding her breath so not to smother the noise of the next one.

She opened the window to the warm night. She stood listening, while her brother and sister stayed in their beds.

Marie’s mother left the room next. Marc listened to the radio with Marie’s father, his attention utterly absorbed by the reports.

Un moment, un moment,” Marie’s father said to Marc as he left the room, but Marc barely noticed as he stared into the frogeye tube of the radio panel. After a few minutes, Marc awoke from his trance of radio reports, realizing he was alone in the room.

Marc listened for their speaking. He heard nothing but the warm voice of the radio. He stood up and walked down the hallway toward the open door to the children’s room. Marie stood at the window with her father. Her mother sat with her little sister on the bed. No one spoke. Marc walked into the room toward the window to try and get a glimpse of what they were looking at down on the street. Then he heard them. They were soft and distant, like the muffled backfires of a car. A louder and closer one snapped his ears to attention. The shelling just northeast of the city softly drowned out all other sounds, including the frantic radio reports.

When Marc left that night for his flat, the streets were alive with people packing cars. A couple argued about getting money before the Germans took over the banks. In the Metro, no one spoke. It seemed to Marc that the air had been removed from all of Paris. People lined the floor of Marc’s station to sleep that night in fear of the approaching bombs.

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Again, you can learn more about David LeRoy by heading over to these sites:

In Kindle e-book format you can purchase THE SIREN OF PARIS from Amazon — http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0088CA098 and learn more about this author and novel at http://www.thesirenofparis.com/

For more information about this virtual book tour, please visit — http://bookpromotionservices.com/2012/05/22/siren-of-paris-tour/

Learn more about THE SIREN OF PARIS on Facebook at — https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Siren-of-Paris/300009180044449