For a long time I had been
dabbling on the keyboard while juggling a hectic work life then after an
accident I used my writing to fill my spare time until now it’s a full time
job. My dream became a reality when Nobody Loves a Bigfoot Like a Bigfoot Babe
was accepted by US publishers Christopher Matthews Publishing. My stories come
from somewhere that defies logic and understanding.
2. What 3 things
would you like readers to know about you?
I am an avid fossil
collector, every spare space at home is where you’ll find a fossil, I love to
stroll on the beach and think of my next story and I am a High Chaparral fan.
3. Tell us about
your books. Genre, titles, any favorite characters? What can we look forward to
from you in the near future? WIP’s, upcoming releases?
Nobody Loves a Bigfoot Like a
Bigfoot Babe is an adult urban fantasy full of romance and wild humor, really
wild, like Animal HouseX10. Bigfoot part 2 is almost done as a first draft and
escalates the pranks to extreme. My WIP due for release this summer? Is
Eternally Yours Part1: The Blood Hunt where an evil vampire cult hunts their
queen who has lost her memory and is being treated in an asylum in France 1925.
Part will follow shortly. And as for wereshifters, my next WIP is
SS-Steppenwolf based on fact about the Werewolf SS Units used during The Battle
of the Bulge. It’s a blend of Indiana Jones and American Werewolf.
4. Is there a common
thread in your books? How do your values show up in your writing? What do you
want readers to take from your writing?
Paranormal seems to stick
with me and my stories, Dariel. That genre is so liberating, almost more than
sci-fi. As for my values, well to be honest I’m kinda nuts and it shows in my
writing – they go out the window. I was even told by an agent that I should be
locked up for my vampires using people as bottles of wine – duh! I can only
hope that my readers feel satisfied that they have had value for their time and
perhaps have learnt a thing or two about me as well. As Mark Twain said, to
know me, read my books.
5. What do you look
for in a good book? In what ways would you say your books exhibit these
qualities?
A rollicking great story that
sticks with me and urges me to read more. My book will certainly stick with the
reader, Dariel, as I have not been able to find anything similar so its uniqueness
combined with its feel good quality will hopefully bring a smile.
6. What are some of
the best social media, marketing, and publicity tips you’ve come across?
I was a late starter to
social media and have had to learn the hard way, so to all beginners out there
set up your social media – Twitter, Facebook, Google+, Pinterest at least three
months before the release of your book. Send feelers out to tantalize the
reading community such as lines from your book, questions about your book’s
subject and prepare for giveaways to promote.
7. What are some
things you know now about writing and being an author that you wish someone had
told you at the very beginning?
writing is easy, marketing is
hard. Before you even start to write, join writers’ forums where you can learn
what others have been through. Once your story is written and rewritten a dozen
times, pay a good editor to go through your book with a fine tooth comb. It’s
absolutely essential. Be as professional as you can. Be prepared to outlay some
cash for marketing too. Writing isn’t cheap.
8. Along that same
line, what are some of your favorite resources?
Goodreads is way up on my
list. It took a couple of months to crack the GR code – set up a profile –
create your reading list – review like mad – then add your book to Listopia and
get it voted.
9. What lifts your
spirits when you’re discouraged?
writing! To leave my
miserable world and enter one of my own creation where I can be free with my
characters, where I can do what the hell I like and get away with it, until
it’s time to eat.
10. What
tips can you offer towards building and maintaining a strong support system as
a writer?
Be prepared to read and
review other writers, interact socially, listen to advice, give advice, help
others so they may help you. We all need one another. They say writing is
lonely, but it doesn’t have to be.
Nobody
Loves a Bigfoot Like a Bigfoot Babe
by Simon Okill
The
Northern California town of Big Beaver has become a haven for Bigfoot, alien
sightings and is home to The Phantom Bigfoot Bather. One particularly weird
Beaverite, Duane, has kept the Bigfoot a secret, but to his utter dismay, a
female Bigfoot abducts a teenager. Duane must use all his guile to stop his
secret from getting out, especially now that MB, his close friend and
crypto-zoologist, is on the trail, along with Sheriff Lou and the FBI. Can
Duane keep his Bigfoot friends a secret? And what does MB discover deep in the
forest?
#Adult
Humour #Urban Fantasy #Adult Romance
Info Links:
Buy Links:
US Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/Nobody-Loves-Bigfoot-Like-ebook/dp/B00AAL9UB4
UK Kindle
US
Paperback
UK Paperback
Sample:
With almost unbearable excitement, she stared
at him unzipping his jeans to urinate. She saw the steady flow of his pee on
the ground and against the tree. The
smell of his manly essence and muskiness aroused her.
She swished her hips suggestively, cooing,
“Woooo-woooo-woooo.”
Behind the cover of the thickets, Olaaa
placed each big foot to the ground with extreme care and walked towards her unsuspecting
plaything. She stopped behind the leak tree and listened to him zip up his fly.
Olaaa breathed heavily with excitement. She licked her lips.
An owl screeched, as if to alert Olaaa’s
pale one, but the plaything was a little too happy on the juice to heed the
warning of the wise old owl. He belched.
The chosen one called out. Olaaa thought he
was calling to her. Olaaa sighed on hearing the pretty pale one’s voice. She
sniffed the night air then sniffed her own pungent odor. She sniffed her very
hairy, excessively damp armpits.
She snorted nasally with disgust. She
smelled like a raccoon’s behind. She needed a good dowsing in the river if she
was going to attract her pretty boy.
“Woooooo-wooooooo,” she called her
plaintive mating call excitedly into the night.
The unfamiliar calling sound—which was so
loud it seemed to be inches from his ear—which it actually was, suddenly warned
the plaything. He reacted as if in danger. Before he could cry out, a big hairy
hand, pink and calloused, came up to his face and covered his mouth, stifling
his scream.
Olaaa was so excited she let out her mating
call.
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