Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Guest Author Marsha A. Moore

The Memories in my Collection of Sea Glass

When my father was still living, we spent many hours on vacations searching for and collecting sea glass. I still have our jar full of weathered “gems” sitting on my writing desk. The title of my latest release, Sea Glass and Sand Memories came quickly, when I had only a shred of the plot and setting in mind. It has a double meaning. To me, the title is all about the memories of those family trips, the wonderful times I had with my father who I miss a lot. The second meaning of the title comes with the ending. When my main character, young woman named Kate, returns to a familiar location in search of sea glass, she finds a surprise in store for her.

Sea glass is glass found on beaches of oceans, bays, rivers, and lakes that has been tumbled smooth by the action of waves, water, and sand. The results are pieces of broken glass, frosted and smooth like gems. In a rainbow of colors, the original source determines the color and texture. The most common are Kelly green, brown, and colorless, mostly from bottles used to sell beer, juices and soft drinks. Less common colors include jade and amber (from whiskey and medicine bottles), lime green, forest green, and soft blues (from soda bottles during the 1960s or earlier). The rarest colors are purple, cobalt/cornflower (Milk of Magnesia and Vick’s VapoRub bottles) and aqua (Ball Mason canning jars).

Dad and I aimed for any color other than clear with equal delight. Many great pieces of our collection came from the setting of my story, the western coastline of Lake Michigan, the dunes area. That area of shore has a relaxed, time-stands-still feeling I think made a good setting to harbor a mysterious ghost story. It’s a quaint artsy area, a quiet place where unusual happenings could pass unnoticed for years…until the right person stumbled in like Kate.

Sea Glass and Sand Memories - Blurb:
Looking forward to a relaxing week at a Lake Michigan coastal resort, Kate finds much more than the picturesque dunes she intended to paint. Adventures start when her requested room is switched beside an unusual couple – a witch and her lover, a ghost.

During her stay, the handsome ghost, Anson, tries to ensnare her into helping him escape the witch who killed him and then enslaved his spirit. That witch holds him captive on the property of his mother’s resort. Anson wins Kate’s heart and loyalty, but is that enough to set him free?

Warning: This story contains paranormal sex, pagan abuse of a ghost spirit, nightmares, and happy family memories.

Excerpt:

A loud knock on my door made us hush.

I held my breath.

I heard metal scraping, as though the door bolt slide open. A shadow moved across the rug in the main room.

My pulse rang in my ears.

Zandra stood in the bedroom doorway, her face ashen. “Lover, you and I have something to discuss. Leave her!” she commanded.

Anson gathered his clothes and left obediently. With only a chilling look cast at me, she turned and followed him.

What would she do to him? I dressed quickly and quietly, moving to a position under their sitting room window, listening to every noise. Soon, they argued.

“I own your soul,” Zandra pronounced.

“You possess me only by your black deeds.”

“You are my lover. What do you think you’re doing with that girl?”

“I will never love you.” His voice remained composed and assertive.

She declared, “Then, you will never love her.”

I rose up just enough to peer through a slat in the blind.

She stomped across the room, snatched an amber-colored bottle from a shelf, and yanked out the stopper. She turned toward Anson. Her face looked like a corpse, drawn and white. She proclaimed, “Captus anima!”

My mouth dropped open as his form vaporized into smoke sucked in by the bottle. When all his matter entered the vessel, she quickly replaced the stopper.

Her lips curled. “You will never love again.” Then, she looked directly at me.

Horrified, I dropped down. My heart thumped in my chest. Had she seen me? I waited. Nothing happened. Then I heard her footsteps, but they sounded from farther in the apartment. I crept back to my room. I sat on the floor, completely still, listening. Still nothing. A faint glow of dawn shone through the window. What should I do?

Author Bio:
Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Her creativity also spills into watercolor painting and drawing. After a move from Toledo to Tampa in 2008, she’s happily transforming into a Floridian, in love with the outdoors. Crazy about cycling, she usually passes the 1,000 mile mark yearly. She is learning kayaking and already addicted. She’s been a yoga enthusiast for over a decade and that spiritual quest helps her explore the mystical side of fantasy. She never has enough days spent at the beach, usually scribbling away at new stories with toes wiggling in the sand. Every day at the beach is magical!

Links to Marsha and her books:
Website http://marshaamoore.com/
Blog http://marshaamoore.blogspot.com/
Twitter http://twitter.com/MarshaAMoore
Facebook http://facebook.com/marshaamooreauthorpage
Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/marshaamoore
Sea Glass and Sand Memories purchase link
https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2/index.php?page=shop.product_details&flypage=flypage.tpl&product_id=139&category_id=69&option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=1

10 comments:

  1. Glad to be here today talking about summer vacations, haunted and otherwise!

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  2. Anonymous said...Lovely back story about you and your father. Funny how our childhood holidays always hold a special place in our heart. Nice excerpt. Keep up the great writing. I know you will.

    Viv

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  3. Our childhood memories filter much of our adult lives. Thanks for stopping in, Viv!

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  4. Lovely childhood memories. I've never heard of sea glass before. It sounds beautiful. Great excerpt. I'm putting it on my To Buy list, even though I don't usually read erotic. You hooked me with your blurb and excerpt.

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  5. Thanks, Roseanne. My erotic is so mild it really doesn't deserve that label, just a breath over the line.

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  6. Marsha I love the idea of Sea Glass, thanks for sharing the story of how it 'becomes' fascinating about the colors. I have a couple of those old amber medicine bottles, and a green glass float from my yearly summers at the coast. Your ghost story sounds right up my alley, so many stories so little time:)

    Sara

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  7. That's such a sweet backstory, Marsha.

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  8. Sara and Harshadpassion, thanks lots for your interest!

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  9. Good Morning Marsha - I love the story of where your idea came from for Sea Glass and Sand Memories. It's beautiful and such a nice dedication in honor of your father.
    I'm looking forward to reading your story...especially because it takes place on my own stomping grounds (tee-hee).

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  10. Hi Kay Dee! You live near such a lovely area. Thanks for stopping by!

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