Cliffhanger Controversy

Cliffhangers. They’re a lot like Marmite, aren’t they? Some people love them, others hate them. And then you get the odd marbles who love to hate them, and hate to love them. Which one of these lovely specimens are you?

I’m somewhere in between the likability spectrum.  You see, it all depends on the genre. Cliffhangers can’t work with every book. Can you imagine how infuriating it would be reading an entire novel full of crimes, only to get to the last page and not find out who the perpetrator is? You’ve been guessing all along only to realise you have to buy the sequel to get your answers.

That doesn’t work – it’s the key aspect of the plot. It’s also a bit of a con.

However, a paranormal read with a new twist at the end of the already-solved plot works. It’s a teaser of what’s going to come next. It gets you thinking, makes you excited, and fills you with anticipation. That’s what a cliffhanger should do.

The problem, of course, lies in the self-publishing revolution. We’ve been spoiled. No one has the patience to wait a year anymore, not unless it’s being traditionally published. We’ve become the generation that expects things instantly. It’s the disease that’s come with the internet.

Instant gratification.

But here’s the thing. A great cliffhanger is supposed to make you impatient not greedy – don’t expect the next book to land in your lap with a click of your fingers. Excellent writing takes a lot of time and energy.

That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t want to scoff the next book down like it’s chocolate cake day after a week of dieting.  You should totally inhale those words as if they’re your last hit of oxygen for the day.

From a business perspective, if a well-written book ends on a cliffhanger, it’s no doubt a ploy to get the reader to buy the next. Fundamentally, that is it’s basic function. But it has to fit the story. There’s no point killing off a character for the sheer sake of it. There has to be a reason behind it or you’re gonna lose interest from your readers. They’ll think you’ve literally lost the plot. Logically, even in your fantasy land it won’t make sense.

What bothers me most nowadays is that authors (particularly self-published authors from what I’ve seen) are writing *WARNING* signs in their book’s description because it has a cliffhanger. Since when did the use of a cliffhanger become relevant in the decision of which novel you’re going to read next?

Are we really suggesting that a cliffhanger is a make or break decision on what could potentially be a fantastic read?

It’s like the author is apologising for writing what they wanted to; which is very sad. You shouldn’t be saying sorry for what you believe in. It’s your work.

So I want to know:

Where do you stand on the Cliffhanger Controversy? Are you for or against the movement?

Remembering Beauty

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I  hear  the  alarm,
Howling  around  the  hangar.
As  I  rush  for  my  gear,
It  ignites  my  anger.

My  baby  she  waits,
With  wounds  to  tell,
Of  a  sortie  with  victories,
Painted  on  her  tail.

I  sit  in  her  cockpit,
Roaring  to  go.
We  take  to  the  sky,
And  give  them  their  show.

Their  fighters  are  fast,
But  my  spitfire  is  cunning.
Along  with  my  wingmen,
We’ll  just  keep  on  hunting.

The  night  raids  continue,
Orange  blasts  fill  the  sky.
As  debris  hits  the  ground,
Another  shall  die.

My  baby  she  flies,
With  more  stories  of  horror.
A  congratulations  of  triumphs,
She’ll  be  branded  a  warrior.

I  keep  losing  my  friends,
In  the  war  that  rages  on.
We  fight  for  our  country,
We  protect  the  dawn.

There’s  an  emptiness  inside,
As  I  fly  over  Dover.
I’ve  been  shot  to  the  torso,
I’m  bleeding  all  over.

I  take  in  the  scene,
Of  the  red  rising  sun,
Kiss  my  baby  goodbye,
It’s  my  time.  I’m  done.

I  fought  for  Great  Britain,
To  honour  my  duty.
I’ve  run  out  of  chances,
To  tuck  in  this  Beauty.

I  shan’t  be  alone,
My  lost  brothers  will  find  me.
They’ll  bring  whiskey  and  laughter,
For  death  has  no  enemy.

I’ll  salute  no  regrets,
And  bid  the  world  adieu.
Herein  please  remember,
What  I  sacrificed  for  you.

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Binge Reading On A Reality Funk

When  I’m  not  in  the  throes  of  bashing  out  a  first  draft,  my  Sundays  are  often  spent  reading.  And  for  the  past  few  weeks  that’s  what  I’ve  been  doing,  all  because  I  fell  in  love  with  Cambria  Hebert’s  Hashtag  Series.  After  reading  all  four  of  those  books  in  just as  many  days,  I’ve  been  left  with  an  American  football  player-sized hole  in  my  heart.  Nothing  else  I  read  is  filling  that  gap  while  I  wait  for  the  fifth  book  to  be  released  later  this  month.  (YAY)  You  see,  I’ve  been  spoiled.  How  was  I  to  know  when  I  first  picked  up  #Nerd  that  I’d  fall  in  deep  down  the  fictional  tunnel?  The  characters  captivated  my  attention  so  badly  that  even  after  a  couple  of  weeks  I’m  still  not  ready  to  let  that  piece  of  me  go.  I’m  being  held  hostage.

I’m  positive  all  book  lovers  know  what  I’m  talking  about.  It’s  that  complete  euphoria  of  fulfillment  at  having  discovered  a  new  treasure.  We’re  all  literary  pirates  –  our  eyes  gleam  in  reflection  of  the  gold  sitting  pretty  in  our  hands.  Those  beautiful  covers  are  the  visual  enticement  to  our  addiction.  They  beg  to  be  read.

Writers  are  readers  whose  love  for  words  never  stop  at  the  last  page.  The  story  might  be  finished  but  the  writer  isn’t  done.  I’m  constantly  waking  up  with  complex  sentences  formulating  paragraphs  rolling  around  my  mind,  desperate  to  create  awe-inspiring  moments  for  like-minded  readers.  And  all  that  lexis  comes  from  somewhere.

Books.

To  learn.  To  nourish.  To  satisfy.

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I’m  stuck  in  a  reading  binge  funk.  I  have  plenty  of  books  lined  up,  but  nothing’s  grabbing  my  attention.  I  have  to  be  in  the  right  mood  for  a  particular  genre.  Right  now,  I’m  stuck  in  New  Adult  land.  You  see,  it’s  that  hole  in  my  heart  that  needs  patching  up  with  new  words.  I  need  a  new  set  of  friends  while  my  others  are  on  hiatus.

So  here’s  what  I  want  to  know  from  you.  What  are  you  currently  reading?  What  genre  is  it?  And  what’s  your  absolute  favourite  book?  The  one  that  made  you  fall  in  love  with  reading. I  know  it’s  a  tough  question.  I  don’t  even  know  if  I  have  one  myself.


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Killing Elevates Me

I  like  it  when  they  squirm.  Twisting,  writhing  on  my  table  while  they  fight  their  way  out  of  this  nightmare.  It  makes  it  all  the  more  exciting,  more  rewarding  when  I  slice  them  open.

The  pretty  ones  are  my  favourite.  They scream  the  most,  terrified  I’ll  mess  up  their  beauty.  It  doesn’t  cross  their  minds  that  they  won’t  be  making  it  out  alive.  Not  until it’s  too  late.  Brains  really  do  suffer  for  beauty.

They’re  not  the  brightest  victims.  That’s  what  makes  them  such  easy  targets.  And  I’m  a  master  at  disguise.  No  one  sees  me  coming.

They  always  beg,  whimpering  as  they  plead  to  be  let  go.  Their  dying  urges  fuel  my  habit,  increasing  the  euphoria  as  judge  and  jury.  They  worship  me,  give  me  life.

I  am  God.

She  lay  on  the  cold,  metal  table,  arms  and  legs  cuffed.  Her  lean  body’s  stripped  bare,  gracing  me  with  a  view  of  what  will  soon  be  mine.  I  take  what  I  want.  She’ll  give  me  what  I  need.

When  her  eyes  open,  and  the  chloroform  wears  off,  the  instant  terror  radiating  from  her  body  produces  a  scent  like  no  other.  It nourishes  me,  cloaks  my  skin  in a  layer  of  fear,  reminding  me  that  I  am  the  evil  one.  Shit,  it  feels  good!

I  gather  my  tools,  using  the  natural  dim  light  of  the  abandoned  building  to  guide  me.  Scalpel.  Saw.  Clamps.  I’m  ready  to  go.

“Are  you  a  screamer?”  I  ask,  knowing  the  light  is  glistening  my  already  sparkling  eyes.

I  can  tell  she’s  surprised  by  the  sound  of  my  voice.  They  always  are.  I  move  into  her  line  of  sight,  letting  her  see  me  entirely,  and  remove  the  duck  tape  keeping  her  quiet.

This  is  my  routine.  Hearing  the  waffle  of  their  last  breaths  enriches  my  soul  like  a  hearty  meal  on  a  snowy  day.

“You’re  a  woman?”

I  roll  my  eyes.  Every  time  it’s  the  same  first  sentence.  I  battle  every  day  for  notoriety  amongst  my  male  successors.  They  never  learn  that  I’m  better.

Ten  years and  they  still  haven’t  a  clue  at  what  I’ve  been  doing.  I  told  you.  I’m  the  master.  God.

I  put  on  my  apron,  covering  my  own  naked  body.  I  work  hard  for  my  physique,  I  like  that  it’s  the  last  thing  they  see.

“Wh-wh-why  are  you  doing  this?”

I  let  her  ramble,  choosing  my  tool.  When  she  realises  I  won’t  provide  an  answer  the  thrashing  begins.  Up  and  down,  left  to  right  she  goes.

She  pants  uncontrollably,  her  heart  rate’s  elevated,  her  blood’s  pumping  vigorously.  And  it  turns  me  on.

I  enjoy  the  ride,  savouring  the  images  for  later  when  I  have  time  to  play.

I  take  the  saw  and  hold  onto  her  hand,  spreading  her  fingers  as  I cut  through  bone.  The  moment  the  blade  pierces  through  skin  her  cries  fill  the  room.  Shouting  until  all  she  can  muster  is  a  croak.  Her  bones  crunch,  the  sound  echoes.  Blood  squirts  on  the  table,  dripping  to  the  floor.

Once  her  finger  severs  completely,  I  pick  it  up,  holding  it  to  her  face.  Tears  cover  her  pale  cheeks,  the  fight  leaves  her  eyes.  Now  she  knows  she  can  only  watch.

I  sniff  her  finger,  inhaling  the  aroma  of  raw  flesh  and  tangy  blood.  “Bon  appetit!”  I  say,  smiling  devilishly  as  her  eyes  grow  wide.  I  bite  into  her  digit,  enjoying  the  nourishment  feeding  my  body  and  mind.

She’s  tastier  than  the  others,  and  I  know  I’ve  found  myself  a  real  treat.

I  take  my  time,  nibbling  my  way  right  to  the  bone,  picking  it  clean.  While  I  think  of  my  plans  to  devour  her,  she  speaks,  her  voice  barely  above  a  whisper.  “You’re  a  monster!”

I  grab  the  scalpel,  leaning  over  her  body  until  our  chests touch.  “No,  darling.  I’m  God,  and  you’re  sacrificing  yourself  to  me.”

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Jesus  Justine!  Where’ve  you  been?

I  know  that’s  the  thought  pursed  on  your  lips.  It’s  been  a  while  since  I’ve  properly  blogged,  and  I  apologise  for  that,  but  I  promise  I’ve  been  busy.  Well,  mostly  busy.  The  rest  of  the  time  I  may  have  spent  it  watching  this. . .

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jack-danielsAnd  watching  a  little  more. . .

805cfac2ae611d578fe041bdf9a71fbfAnd  I  may  or  may  not  be  watching  it  as  I  write  this  post,  and  drinking  too.  Hey,  what  can  I  say?  I’m  consistent.  Besides  all  of  that,  I  truly  have  been  hard  at  work,  busting  out  the  words  I  know  you’re  dying  to  read.  So,  how  about  a  little  exciting  update?

Guardians  Dynasty,  Nature’s  Destiny  3,  releases  in  TWO  WEEKS.  Two  weeks  today!  And  judging  by  the  messages  I’ve  been  receiving  you’re  all  dying  to  know  what’s  going  to  happen  between  Luna  and  Riley.  Fear  not,  the  wait  is  almost  over.  So,  how  about  a  little  teaser?

“Luna,  it’s  Jaiyana.”

Taken  by  surprise,  I  smiled  into  the  phone.  It  was  good  to   hear    from  her.  “Hey!  How  are  you?” 

“Busy,  as  always.  Things  aren’t  looking  good  in  the   supernatural  world.”

I  sighed.  “I  know.  Did  you  hear  what  happened?”  Entering  the  living  room  I  settled  on  one  of  the  sofas,  pressing  the  phone  to  my  ear.

“Actually,  it’s  why  I’m  calling.  My  brother,  sister  and  I  apologise  for  not  being  able  to  celebrate  with  you,  unfortunately  our  calling  prohibited  time  for  fun.  Your  world  is  becoming  decidedly  dark,  Luna,  and   there  are  many   forces  battling  for  freedom.”

My  breath  hitched.  I’d  known  this  was  coming,  the  demon  had  all  but  promised  it,  but  hearing  the  words  from  Jaiyana  was  a  confirmation  I  didn’t  want. 

The  war  was  building  around  us.

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Ooh,  isn’t  that  exciting?!  I  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  you  guys  think  of  the  journey  in  this  book.  Aside  from  the  wolves  in  Nature’s  Destiny,  I’ve  also  been  dedicating  my  time  to  the  wolves  in  Alpha  Wanted,  a  3-part  serial  I  intend  to  release  sometime  in  Spring.  So  fear  not,  darlings!  I  may  be  quiet  on  here,  but  I’m  working  furiously  in  the  background  to  get  you  what  you  want  most:  a  sizzling  Alpha  with  a  story  to  tell.

Have  a  great  week!

 

 

 

Suit Up, Strap In, It’s Game Time

The  year  of  2014  closes  in,  and  I  sit  here  changing  my  thoughts  over  the  type  of  post  this  will  be.  While  many  have  blogged  about  their  highlights  of  the  past  twelve  months,  including  ways  in  which  they’d  like  to  change  for  2015,  that’s  not  what  I’m  going  to  do.  This  time  last  year  I  posted (here) that  I  wasn’t  one  for  setting  resolutions  I  knew  I  couldn’t,  and  wouldn’t  keep.  And  again,  I’m  not  doing  that.  It’s  not  who  I  am.

My  mindset  works  on  the  fact  that  if  I  want  something,  I’m  going  to  do  whatever  it  takes  to  get  it  from  the  moment  I  think  about  it –  not  wait  until  a  new  year  begins.  So,  if  you’re  the  type  of  person  that  needs  the  reset  button  of  a  new  year,  that’s  fantastic.  Now’s  your  chance  to  suit  up.  You  can  do  it.

I  planned  on  writing  this  whole  spiel  about  my  goals,  what  I’ve  learned,  how  I  keep  my  optimism  even  when  negativity  comes  knocking  on  the  door,  and  how  I  intend  to  increase  productivity. But  I’m  not  going  to.  I  don’t  need  to.  My  mind  is  at  peace  with  my  decisions,  and  all  you  need  to  know  is  that  I’m  going  to  rock  them.  Tackle  them  down  like  a  raging   rugby  player,  and  rise  with  a  satisfactory  grin  on  my  face.  Because  that’s  what  I  do.

What  I  will  say  is  I’m  diving  into  the  new  year  with  a  business  mind  ready  to  conquer  the  world  one  story  at  a  time.  This  picture  is  exactly  my  current  state  of  mind:

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In  2013  Nature’s  Destiny’s  first  draft  was  written.
In  2014  Nature’s  Destiny  published.  Sapphire’s  Divinity  was  written  &  published.  Guardians  Dynasty  was  written  &  is  now  with  beta  readers.  Plus  numerous  side  projects  I  haven’t  finished  developing  yet.
And  2015?  Well,  it’s  going  to  be  an  explosion.  My  sleeves  are  rolled,  my  specs  are  on,  and  my  mind  is  filled  with  many  inspiring  embers  flickering  to  life.

This  is  one  Winter  prepared  to  stay  indefinitely.

2015  – I’m  coming  for  you.

The Vlog Has Arrived! (Finally)

Happy  Monday!  And,  for  a  change,  what  a  happy  Monday  it  is!  Why?  Because  I’ve  finally  created  the  Q&A  vlog  I  said  I’d  do  months  ago.  So,  without  further  ado,  I  give  you  my  face,  and  voice…  Enjoy! On  a  sidenote,  forgive  the  noisy  interruptions,  no  matter  how  many  times  I  did  the  video  something  always  came  up.  Ah,  such  is  life.  😉

Seven 11 Blog Hop

Seven 11 blog hop

 

It’s  the  eleventh  of  the  month?  Well,  I  guess  you  know  what  that  means  then,  right?  Oh  yes,  several  authors  get  together  on  a  blog  hop  and  post  7-line  teasers  of  their  works.  Fitting,  don’t  you  think,  considering  it’s  #TeaserTuesday  today.  😉

This  month  I’m  trying  out  something  different.  So  far,  I’ve  always  posted  a  teaser  from  one  of  the  novels  in  the  Nature’s  Destiny  series  and  while  I’m  still  working  on  Guardians  Dynasty,  I  wanted  to  showcase  something  else.  Something  I  haven’t  shown  anyone  yet.  Back  in  May  I  started  writing  a  dual  POV(point of view)  MC  romance  novel  (MC  as  in  Motorcycle  Club),  but  I  pushed  it  aside  to  concentrate  on  my  hunky  werewolves.  Though  it  isn’t  finished  (I  hope  to  get  back  to  it  next  year),  I  wanted  to  show  it  off  a  little.   This  teaser  is  how  the  novel  starts,  and  if  you  want  to  read  the  rest  of  the  prologue  then  sign  up  to  my  newsletter  here  which  will  be  sent  by  the  end  of  the  week.

*Unedited,  content  subject  to  change  come  publication. Intended  for  readers  17+.  Copyright,  Justine  Winter,  2014. *

A  broken  heart  was  only  healed  by  the  glue  of  life.  It  pulled  at  the  muscle  while  the  searing  pain  of  daily  struggles  reminded  me  of  the  shit  storm  I  was  a  part  of.  The  seconds  of  the  clock  ticked  by  as  did  the  days.  I  woke  in  the  dark,  and  slept  in  the  dark.  My  body  detached  from  my  mind;  I  lived  but  I  wasn’t  living.

I  was  angry,  pent  up  with  a  rage  that  needed  unleashing.  It  wasn’t  time  yet;  I  needed  to  prepare.

 And,  as  always  here’s  the  list  of  authors  also  participating  this  month:

Amanda  Aksel  –  Women’s  Fiction
Heather  Hildenbrand  –  YA  SciFi
S. M. Boyce  –  YA  Fantasy
Bethany  Lopez  –  Women’s  Fiction
Steph  Nuss  –  Contemporary  Romance
Kayla  Smith –  YA

Remember Me, Soldier

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I’m  lying  in  mud,
Protecting  my  ground,
With  a  gun  in  my  hands,
And  the  adversary  abound.

My  brethren  have  passed,
Surrounded  am  I,
By  the  blood  of  their  bodies,
In  the  field  where  they  lie.

I’m  leaving  the  trenches,
And  rushing  to  death,
To  rid  of  the  bastards,
That  took  their  last  breath.

I  promised  to  fight,
To  remember  thee,
To  save  thy  country,
From  thine  enemy.

Don’t  worry  about  me,
I  have  no  regrets,
Live  on  and  live  free,
Lest  We  Forget.

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Living Funny; Dying Clumsy

Have  you  ever  been  to  a  pamper  evening?  You  know,  the  kind  that  treats  your  flaws,  and  makes  you  feel  better  about  them?

Well,  you  know  me.  I’m  good  for  making  a  laugh  out  of  any  situation,  I’m  good  for  making  others  happy.  Well,  life  would  be  dull  without  it.  Right?

That’s  what   I  thought,  until  I  made  a  complete  fool  of  myself.  I  know  what  you’re  thinking,  why  should  you  be  surprised?

Okay,  so  do  you  want  to  hear  what  happened  this  time?  Yeah,  I  know.  Of  course  you  do,  you  nosy  bugger.  You  need  a  laugh,  right?  Well,  let  me  entertain  you!

What’s  the  first  thing  you  check  out  at  these  events?  For  me,  it’s  cake.  Always  the  cake.  Have  you  ever  mistaken  soap  for  cake?  Trust  me,  you  don’t  want  to.

I’ve  had  the  busiest  day,  keeping  my  mind  from  straying  to  my  thoughts,  because  thinking  meant  Drew,  and  Drew  meant  depression.  I’m  ready  to  be  over  that.  Fintio.  Sayonara.  Au  Revoir.

So,  I’ve  been  busy,  working  without  eating  when  I’m  being  roped  into  coming  here.  Oh,  the  things  we  do  for  friends.

My  stomach  hasn’t  stopped  gurgling  for  the  past  few  hours,  berating  me  for  ignoring  it.  So,  the  moment  I  burst  through  the  doors  I’m  rushing  towards  the  cake  stand.  I  need  something  to  eat,  and  I  barge  my   way  across  all  the  stalls.  I  pay  without  thinking,  something  I’ve  done  real  well  all  day,  unseal  the  wrapper  and  take  a  bite,  before  I  spit  every  last  morsel  across  the  packed  hall  floor.

I’m  rushing  for  water.

BIG  MISTAKE!

My  mouth  is  foaming  like  I’m  a  rabid  squirrel.  My  eyes  are  watering  like  I’ve  bitten  an  onion.

No,  this  is  worse  than  that,  and  EVERYONE  is  staring.

Here’s  a  little  lesson  ladies,  never  mistake  a  fancy  bath  bomb  for  a  cupcake  even  if  it  looks  like  it.

That  shit  sucks.  Trust  me.

You  know  the  old  saying  ‘Don’t  talk  dirty  or  I’ll  wash  your  mouth  out  with  soap?’  Yeah,  I’d  fear  that  sentiment  from  now  on.  The  burn  in  your  nose  isn’t  worth  it,  so  bottle  that  cockiness  for  another  day.  You  can  thank  me  later.

Foam  party  for  one,  you  say?  Well,  I  guess  I  can  cross  that  off  my  bucket  list.

Check!

P.S  It  isn’t  fun  when  you  wake  in  the  middle  of  the  night  because  a  hidden  sud  has  popped,  and  is  oozing  a  soapy  trail  for  you  to  ingest.  Again.  Just  in  case  you  forgot  how  stupid  you  were  the  first  time.  Nice  one,  Lib.


Poor  Liberty’s  been  at  it  again,  and  I’m  sure  this  isn’t  the  last  of  her  conundrums.  Stay  tuned  for  more  in  Living  Funny;  Dying  Clumsy.  And  if  you  need  to  catch  up,  check  out  the  category  tab  to  the  right  for  previous  posts.