Shiny Things December 18 December 18, 2014Posted by karinshah in Uncategorized.
Tags: action romance, alpha, Alpha hero, alpha heroes, army rangers, bank robberies, bank robbery, basenjis, burn notice, chimera, Chimeras, Christmas, demons, dragon shifters, dragons, FBI agents, ghosts, heists, Karin Shah, lion shifters
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Things distracting me today, December 18th 2014
1. A serious message from the Authors of Soul Mate Publishing http://youtu.be/xDsabUwY_vE #kindle #books I worked hard on this homemade video. I hope you’ll take a gander! This video sucked away about ten hours of writing time What non-writing/work projects are sucking up your time?
2. Still Christmas shopping. I started early, but when I looked to see what I had it wasn’t as much as I thought. Going into panic shopping mode. This is difficult as I am the queen of indecision! How’s your shopping going? This is the first year I’ve shopped this far from Christmas. It was supposed to relax me, and make Christmas easy, but so far no dice.
3. I’ve got my latest hero and heroine inches from the clinch and every time I sit (or walk) down to seal the deal, I suddenly find something more important to do, like laundry.
Hope you’re enjoying the season!
Shiny Things December 17th December 17, 2014Posted by karinshah in Uncategorized.
Tags: action romance, Alpha hero, alpha heroes, Birthdays birthdaysbith, bithdays, brothers, cake, childhood, Chimeras, Christmas, Holidays, presents, stores, Writers' life, writing
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Shiny things December 17th
Things that are distracting me, today.
1. Old-time Pottery: I love this store! Especially at the holidays. So many glittery, neat, little chachkis<sp> so little time! Have I mentioned I like shiny things? It’s a bit far, so I only make the trek (fifteen whole minutes!) a few times a year. Do you have a favorite store for holiday time?
2. Nostalgia: As I was thinking about Old-time Pottery, I started thinking about where we went at Christmas when I was a child, and I remembered Mid-town plaza mall in downtown Rochester. It was a wonderland! Even ordinary department stores had a little section like a fun house, but you walked along and saw holiday tableaux. And near Santa was the clock–the Clock of Nations. Each little door would open and show children dressed in the clothes of their native land. And all around that, the most enchanting thing of all, a miniature monorail that circled the clock big enough for children to ride! It was the highlight of my year.
3. Birthdays: My kids’ birthdays are one week before and one week after Christmas, so I’m all about the cake, ’bout the cake, ’bout the cake, right now. And presents, too. What do you get the children who have everything, twice? Oy vey!
What’s distracting you these days? Got some memories to share?
I am a couch potato. Hell, I’m a bed potato. Given a choice my favorite thing to do is lie on my bed and read. The same goes for writing, though I usually sit. We writers even have an acronym for it, BICHOK (butt in chair hands on keyboard). It works great for producing words, but not so much for said butt!
Studies have shown that no matter how hard you exercise when you’re not sitting, you can’t undo the damage long hours of sitting can do. Humans are meant to move.
So, this last spring I got a treadmill desk.
I can’t afford that! you say? Neither can I. Those fancy desks are mucho dinero.
This is what I’ve done.
My husband got me a wire shelf from Home Depot and Velcro ties. Fortunately, my treadmill has arms, so all I do is fasten it on, put my tablet and its Bluetooth keyboard on a cardboard box to make it higher, and start walking. I started slow and have built up to 2 mph, 2.5 if I’m up to it. Still, 1 mph would be fine. If you write for four hours at that speed, you will have walked four miles. It also makes it hard to stop and go do something (not impossible, but harder) so you stay more focused. Nothing makes you feel better at the end of the day, than having written ten pages and walked seven miles.
I built up to going that far. In the beginning I did shorter amounts, so I wouldn’t get footsore.
There are other alternatives, too if you don’t have a treadmill, balance balls, getting up with a timer every few minutes, and exercise bikes under the desk, as well!
Let’s birth a new acronym FOTHOK. Feet On Treadmill, Hands On Keyboard!
What are you doing to get moving?
Try to remember December 12, 2014Posted by karinshah in Uncategorized.
Tags: action romance, alpha, Alpha hero, alpha heroes, basenjis, brothers, Chimeras, Christmas, demons, Dogs, dragon shifters, dragons, fun, Futuristic Romance, ghosts, In like a lion, Karin Shah, laurel and hardy
Christmas isn’t like it used to be, for one, both my kids have birthdays on either side of the holiday. I’m responsible for all the trials and tribulations of buying presents and everything associated with spending the holiday at my parents’ house in NYS. (Including the worry of travelling through Erie and Buffalo on the way!)
But I still love Christmas. I love the lights, the food, the festive music, and even the cold (Sorry, Aussies. No matter what you tell yourself, Christmas isn’t the same without snow. ;-) )
Today I got thinking about my childhood and some of the things I loved best back then (besides waking up on Christmas morning to a family room over-flowing with presents.).
I loved the old black and white movie THE MARCH OF THE WOODEN SOLDIERS. When I was little it was played right around Thanksgiving and signaled the start of the season. We had a channel called PIX back then, that came from NYC (despite the fact we were 5 hours’ drive from NYC). Every Christmas, PIX would have kids call in and play this game, where they had to say PIX when it appeared on the screen and then they would win something. I couldn’t take part being too far away, but the idea of calling in and winning something made me watch these kids say “PIX, PIX, PIX” as if my life depended on it.
My favorite holiday song was, “Do You Hear What I hear?.”
My favorite activity was making (and eating) cut-out cookies. We had all the colors and would try to make the angels, and Santas, boots, and reindeer look like their namesakes. (Now, I confess, I just frost everything white and put colored sprinkles on them.)
There was bad stuff, too. Our church had real evergreen boughs that almost always triggered a horrible asthma attack in me. No one ever knew what to get me for Christmas because I always asked for the same thing—a dog. (See horrible asthma attacks above) There were occasional fights, etc, but when I look back, it’s the good stuff I remember.
How about you? What were your favorite childhood Christmas activities, memories, songs, gifts? (Aussies, you can even mention the sand in your teeth. I was just kidding about the snow thing.)
Of course, being grown up does have its perks. I finally got that dog (or four. Though not all at the same time)
Nibble, Nibble… December 10, 2014Posted by karinshah in amazon, books, ebooks, Entertainments, kindle.
Tags: action romance, alpha, alpha heroes, brothers, Chimeras, Christmas, demons, dragon shifters, dragon-shiters, dragons, ghosts, paranormal, Paranormal Romance, romance
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In honor of the holidays here are four “bites,” five-ish line hors d’oeuvres to whet your appetite for the meal.
This excerpt is from my Paranormal Romance. BLOOD AND KISSES out now.
The heroine, Thalia, is walking down a dark street with a serial killer on the loose. This is her first meeting with the hero, Gideon, an ancient vampire.
The two-legged kick landed hard, and the figure, a man by his outline, went down easily.
Too easily. Took her with him. For a moment, the air was knocked out of her, but she sucked in
a breath, straddling his hips and raising her stake high to drive it into his heart.
“I would have gone for ‘Hello, how are you?’ but you’re the witches’ Champion not me.”
For those who like shifters, this appetizer is from my Paranormal Romance IN LIKE A LION, the first book in The Chimera Chronicles series.
This is the first time the heroine, Anjali, a research scientist, meets the hero, Jake Finn, her subject and reputed killer.
He looked up when she stopped before him. His hair parted and she could see one of his eyes.
She swallowed. The Group’s records called them brown, but they were closer to golden, almost yellow, like an eagle or a lion, with a dark, nearly black rim. And there was an intensity there, a feeling of leashed menace that rippled through her like a shockwave.
But the expression in his eyes bore no resemblance to the dead emptiness she’d seen in pictures of other killers. Instead they held the raw power of a predator, the impotent
rage of a captive animal.
Here in this “bite” from ENTITY MINE, a Paranormal Romance (shifters). It’s book 2, but can be a stand alone. Ethan, the hero, is a shifter who is unknowingly trapped between forms and not knowing what he is, believes himself a ghost…
Insane in life. Insane in death.The visceral pain in his gut drew his thoughts away from his mental state. Or maybe this all was a figment of his imagination. Maybe he only dreamed he walked the Earth. Maybe this was hell.
After months of this tortuous, aimless existence, he
started to think so.
For more: http://www.amazon.com/Entity-Mine-Chimera-Chronicles-Book-ebook/dp/B00LG4WQOM/
Second helpings from ENTITY MINE
Devon Daughtry, Psychic Medium for hire.
He rocked back on his heels. A bitter laugh rocked his shoulders and echoed in his ears as it rumbled out full-formed. He’d never believed in anything woo-woo. Never believed in ghosts and, Lord knew, he’d stood at the head of the line of those who thought the people who took advantage of the brokenhearted were the lowest of the low, and yet this
woman, who, in life, he would have dismissed as little more than a con artist, now represented his best chance to peel back the truth about his death.
I hope you enjoyed your hors d’oeuvres! Happy Holidays!
Breaking news!!! November 22, 2014Posted by karinshah in Uncategorized.
Tags: Chimeras, Christmas, Dogs, leaning, procrastination, shifters
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This just in:
I have purchased a Christmas present! That’s right folks. I, who usually shop on Christmas Eve, have bought a present.
Also, Ranger is a bad dog as pictured.
My kitchen is messy, but I mopped the front rooms, and I roasted all my leftover squash and zucchini so it wouldn’t go to waste.
I’m on fire people!
I think I need a nap.
What are you all up to today? Hope it’s not up to your neck in snow!
10 signs you may be a Supernatural Addict November 4, 2014Posted by karinshah in brothers, demons, ghosts, paranormal, paranormal romance, Sam and Dead Wichester, spirits, Supernatural, TV, Winchester.
10 signs you’re addicted to Supernatural
1. Talpa, the production company that makes the Voice makes you think of a Tibetan spirit sigil and you immediately force yourself to stop thinking about it lest you bring it into existence.
2. You look at your carton of salt and wonder if you have enough
3. You say, “look there’s baby” when you see a classic black impala
4. When you hear the name Sam, you automatically add “and Dean”
5.. You consider whether you could draw a devil’s trap.
6. You know the current Supernatural season takes place a few years in the future
7. You know how many years that is.
8. When someone says Lawrence, you say “Kansas.”
9. When someone says Kansas, you start singing “Carry on my wayward sooooon.”
10. You would totally watch Ghost Facers.
Now, it’s your turn. Got some more signs you’re a Supernatural Addict? Let’s hear’em!
Do I Scare You? October 30, 2014Posted by karinshah in Uncategorized.
Tags: action romance, alpha heroes, brothers, Chimeras, demons, Dogs, dragon shifters, Friday the thirteenth, ghosts, Halloween, Horror, lion shifters, mediums, Navy SEALS, Ouija, paranormal, Paranormal Romance, shifters, spirits, Supernatural, treasure, writers, writing
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What scares you?
Just like humor, everybody has a different threshold for what scares them. I can watch all kinds of “reality” shows about hauntings and not get scared, but there have been times in the past when I have scared myself just by thinking about something (clips and images from things I’ve seen, like a black eyed man in A Haunting in Connecticut). I don’t watch horror movies for this reason. (I do watch Supernatural, but in that reality I can always imagine Sam and Dean will come and save me.:-) )
When I was writing ENTITY MINE I had to think about what specific things really scare me and hope my readers would feel the same (while knowing it will all be fine in the end).
Here are a couple of (I hope) scary scenes from ENTITY MINE.
The repetitive chirp of crickets alerted Devon to the fact that the long, Western New York twilight had snuck up on her and now the entire house stood cloaked in heavy shadow. She placed the last glass in the upper cupboard nearest the foyer and closed it with a decisive click. She swept her gaze across the dark kitchen, satisfied that everything was closed and put away.
“Looks good, huh?” she said to the Honey, who lay half in the kitchen and half in the bedroom.
The dog lifted her head an inch. Her back end was in shadow, but Devon could hear the thump of her fluffy, scimitar tail whacking the carpet.
Devon smiled. “Well, maybe not good, but neat anyway.”
She groped her way to the kitchen wall, fumbling for the light switch. The bulb in the fly-specked dome overhead flared on and then winked out, killing her night vision and leaving her standing in darkness so total her eyes conjured nonexistent patterns in the inky blackness. “Damn.”
She felt behind her on the wall for the switch by the front door, and flipped it up.
The light came on, filling the small foyer and spilling into the kitchen.
She gasped, her heart rate skyrocketing. Every carefully closed cupboard door hung completely open. She swallowed. “I hope that was you, Ethan.”
But somehow she knew it wasn’t.
A black figure coalesced in the doorway to the living room then crawled toward her, exuding oily menace.
A foul odor dragged her from sleep.
Devon blinked into the darkness, confused. How much time had passed? Had she been asleep for seconds or hours?
The smell intensified, seeming to wrap around her, sticky and pungent like dead things preserved in formaldehyde.
Honey growled, low and menacing, and Devon froze, the hairs on her arms prickling, her pulse mimicking the tempo of the drumming rain.
Her face was toward the window, but a sticky sensation of malevolence crawled over her skin, as if she’d walked through a woman-sized cobweb.
She could hear Honey pace, whining and panting.
“Devon.” A raspy voice breathed in her ear.
Adrenaline shot through her veins and rebounded in a continuous loop. All the moisture in her mouth evaporated. Her rational mind told her to turn and look, that she was
probably imagining things. No spirit she’d ever encountered had been strong enough to be active two days in a row, but terror held her glued on her side.
Finally, through sheer force of will, she wrenched onto
And found herself face-to-face with the black figure.
A scream beat against her control, but she gulped it back. She sat up and the nasty spirit vanished. Her hand rose to her collarbone. For a second, her heart slowed, marching back toward its normal beat, then something grabbed her throat, shoving her back on the bed with bruising force.
She flailed, grabbing the slippery edge of the bed for leverage, digging her nails into the mattress. Her airway constricted. She fought to suck air past the demon’s manacle-like grip and clutched the collar of choking pressure around her neck, scrabbling to get under it, but only scraped her own skin.
Honey barked, black lips drawn back to display sharp white teeth.
Barking and the sounds of her own choking reverberated in her ears, drowning out the cadence of the rain. Her vision frayed around the edges.
She gasped, to no avail, fighting to draw air, but the apparition’s punishing grip tightened.
There was nothing she could do. She heard roaring in her ears. The sound grew louder.
The inhuman spirit was too strong. Oh, my God! She was really going to die.
So what do you find scary? Are you a scaredy cat? Does your imagination get to you, the way mine has done, while sitting in your own back yard listening to the crickets and remembering clips you’ve seen of movies like Friday the Thirteenth? “Jay, jay, jay. Kill, kill, kill.”
Or do you laugh in the face of paranormal danger and watch movies like Ouija with impunity?
Do You Believe in Ghosts? October 27, 2014Posted by karinshah in Uncategorized.
Tags: demons, fandoms, Ghost Adventures, ghost hunters, ghost stories, ghosts, Halloween, paranormal, Paranormal Romance, Supernatural, Syfy channel, writers, Writers' life
Do You Believe in Ghosts?
With Halloween approaching there are all kinds of spooky shows on TV and I thought it would be fun to talk about ghosts.
I am a “Ghost Investigator show” fanatic. I’ve watched Ghost Adventures, Ghost Hunters, Ghost–well, put “Ghost” in the title and I watch it. I even watched Deep South Paranormal once, but they pulled over to the side of the road on the way to an investigation, pulled out a cooler of animals they had shot and fish they had caught,and proceeded to deep fry them. That wasn’t too bad, but apparently they were still hungry, so they tried frying up the earthworms they had brought as bait. That was my limit. Possible demons, yes. Eating worms, no.
Ghost Adventures is my favorite of these shows. I love Zak, Nick, and Aaron. Their excitement and personalities are as much a part of the show as the investigations. Once, part of the episode centered on them finding a stray dog a home. GA is just plain fun. Zak can be over the top melodramatic, “Welcome to Hell!” Nick is the calm foil and Aaron the wildly excitable one.
Despite the fact that I love these shows, I consider myself an open-minded skeptic. I enjoy coming up with my own explanations and de-bunking. Sometimes I can’t, but since I’m experiencing the unexplained through the filter of television, I sleep just fine.
Thanks to watching these shows, I know about EVP, EMF, and things like Spirit Boxes, (whether they’re SB7, SB11 or whatever :-) )
You can see my addiction in my latest release, ENTITY MINE when the heroine, Devon, a psychic medium, goes to her friend Beth’s house to investigate a possible haunting.
“So what kind of things have you been experiencing?” Devon turned away from Beth and scanned her friend’s restored Victorian with a practiced eye.
A beautiful hanging staircase of varnished, dark wood graced the dramatic foyer. A formal parlor balanced a richly, paneled dining room on the other side. The house smelled of wood, floral polish, and peanut butter cookies.
Beth sucked her lower lip for a moment. “Dark shadows. Cold spots. Lights going on and off. Footsteps. And I’ve woken up several times to see a figure at the foot of the bed.” She stared at Devon, her face ripe with expectation.
“Optical illusions. Drafts. Faulty wiring. Loose pipes.” Devon ticked off on her fingers. “Rattling window panes and—”
“—and I know, I know. Ooh, ooh, call on me, professor.” Beth waved her arm wildly. “A hypnagogic state.”
Still, despite my interest, I’ve only experienced the unexplained personally once. When I was in high school, I was home alone after dark and the power went out. I got candles and sat in the family room, reading a book. Since it was hot, I had put the screen on the sliding glass door in the kitchen which adjoined the family room. A pony wall stopped me from being able to see the whole kitchen.
Suddenly, there was a loud long scraping sound in the kitchen, as if something big were being dragged along the floor.
I looked in, but saw nothing. Unnerved, I closed the sliding door, in case the sound had come from outside. Eventually, my pulse settled down and I went back to my book. That’s when it happened again. I was out of there!
I sat on the curb and waited for my family to come home. I never found out what made the sound and it never happened again.
How about you? Any ghost stories to share? Are you a fellow Ghost show aficionado?
Do you believe in ghosts?
What is the Difference Between Super Powers and ADHD? October 21, 2014Posted by karinshah in Uncategorized.
Tags: ADHD, alpha heroes, brothers, Chimeras, demons, dragon shifters, dragons, lion shifters, lions, Paranormal Romance, romance, Romantic Suspence, shapeshifters, shifters, Superheroes, Superman, Supernatural, virgin heroes, werewolves, writing
Nine year-old boy child, heart of my heart, was diagnosed ADHD last year. He is such a loving child and empathetic. He gets very upset in the scene in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix when Professor Trelawney is almost ejected from Hogwarts. However, he’s easily distracted and struggles with the rigid structure of school.
I got thinking about attention deficit disorder and have come to the conclusion that the supernatural powers I have given my chimera characters, sensitive hearing, sense of smell, extreme visual acuity, etc., might have had the same impact as ADHD before they understand and can control them.
In fact I do think in some ways ADHD is an advantage. In ancient times, when we were hunters and gathers on the savannah, being distractible and acting on your first impulse was probably an important survival skill, waiting to see exactly what was lunging out of the tall grass could get you killed.
Jake, from IN LIKE A LION, is the seventh son of a seventh son, and comes into his powers very early. The rest of my Chimeras don’t start to exhibit signs until around thirty.
After I started thinking about this, I couldn’t stop until I written a little vignette about Jake as a kid at school.
(Apologies for the formatting, wordpress always takes away my tabs)
Ten year-old Jake Finn cooled his hot, sweaty face on the surface of his school desk. He swallowed, his heart dropping out of his throat back to his chest. He’d made it just before the bell, thank God, his foster parents would let him have it if he were tardy one more time.
Not because they cared, of course, but because he’d reached the limit of his tardys, one more and the school would notify his social worker.
A wave of perfume announced his teacher, Miss McCurdy’s approach.
She crouched beside his desk to almost meet his gaze, then focused on his hands which were braced on the chilled surface. “You’ve been running again, haven’t you?”
He nodded because it was no use denying it, his stomach in a knot. He lifted his head in her direction, she flinched and he looked down again to hide his eyes. “Yeller eyes,” his foster mother called them. He called them bad luck, drawing attention to their ugly color always ended up being bad for him.
“Well, next time leave earlier,” she said, and stood, turning swiftly as if impatient to get away, and judging from the rapid heartbeat he could hear as she moved across the room, she was.
The bell rang, causing a swift jolt of pain as it seemed to rebound inside his head. His eyes watered. He covered his ears and sighed, his humid breath fogging the shiny desktop. He could have told her he’d left in plenty of time, but he’d only end up in trouble.
He’d dropped off his younger foster sister, Embry, at her K-3 school with time to spare, but there was a vacant lot kitty-corner from the school and a rabbit, startled by who knows what, had launched into a mad dash down the street. He hadn’t meant to follow it, but something inside him had taken control. When he’d come back to himself, he’d been blocks from his school about to be late one time too many. The imagined smart of a belt on his back had spurred him to breakneck speed, his sneaker slapping the pavement, his breath sounding in his ears.
He shook his head and pulled out his supplies as the teacher went through the morning routine. An air current laden with the scent of bodies and the hamburgers from the cafeteria feathered his face. His stomach rumbled. God, he couldn’t wait until lunch.
He fought through the lure of the meat, and wrenched his head toward the front.
Miss McCurdy folded her arms and jiggled her foot. “Where is your math book?”
He closed his eyes against the exasperation pinching her features. Embry’s shoe had been missing and in the rush, he’d left his book at home again.
Great. Another zero.
Meet grown-up Jake in IN LIKE A LION (THE CHIMERA CHRONICLES 1)
To read the blurb and peek inside: http://www.amazon.com/Like-Lion-Chimera-Chronicles-Book-ebook/dp/B00AQJ756C/
Comments give me warm fuzzies, so what do you think. Is ADHD a super power?