Community Affairs – A little teaser!

Community Affairs, book 3 in the Jersey Shore Mystery Series, is only days away from being released!  I’m so excited! Are you ready for another teaser to hold you over?

You can get your kindle copy at the discounted price of $2.99 by preordering here:  http://www.amzn.to/1qnafz3

And if you haven’t read book 2 yet, it’s on sale for 99 cents! http://www.amzn.to/1exlgXR

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“C’mon, girls; let’s go.”

“Finally!” Callie said with sarcasm. I think she was starting to imitate me, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

We hopped in the car, buckled up, and headed for Big Chuck’s for breakfast. Big Chuck’s was famous for their humungous portions, yummy eats, and low prices. We sat at a booth to the left of the hostess station. A waitress handed us menus and said she’d be back to take our order. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone come through the entrance.

“Oh, no. I told you before, you’re not welcome here,” the waitress said. I turned to see what the commotion was. I saw Cason trying to talk to the waitress.

“Nicole, you are her best friend. I need to know where she is.”

“What are you talking about, Cason?”

“I’m talking about how Lyla didn’t come home last night. I know you know where she is. Did she stay at your house?”

“Do you really think I’d tell you where she is? After the way you treated her?”

“Nicole, please. I’m worried about her. I just want to know she’s okay.”

“Did you have a fight or something? Did she catch you cheating yet again?”

“No, Nicole! We didn’t have a fight. I didn’t cheat on her again. It was only that one time.” Cason’s tone changed from pleading to agitated.

“Yeah, right. I know all about your little prostitute next door.”

All the patrons were beginning to stare. Nicole and Cason were not exactly quiet. I shrank down in my seat to avoid being detected by Cason. I thought it was odd that both Jayce and Lyla didn’t come home last night. It couldn’t possibly mean that the two of them were having an affair, could it? Then, accusing Cason and me of having one. What do they call that? Projecting?

“Why is our neighbor yelling at the waitress, Mommy?” Kailyn asked.

Shhh, Kailyn. Let’s be patient.”

We turned our attention back to the scene unfolding before us.

“You need to leave, Cason. I’m at work here and you are disturbing all the customers,” the waitress said.

Cason spoke through clenched teeth. “Nicole. Nothing was going on with the neighbor. Lyla concocted that in her head. She was starting to lose it. And now I can’t find her. I’ve looked everywhere she would be. Please tell me she is okay and I’ll leave.”

Big Chuck stepped out of the kitchen in his white chef’s apron, holding a large spatula in one hand. “Is there a problem here, Nicole?”

“No, no problem at all, Chuck.” Nicole retreated to the coffee station and picked up a pot. She scurried around to various tables, freshening up people’s mugs with warm decaf. Cason followed her, seemingly unintimidated by Big Chuck’s enormous size and growing annoyance.

“Nicole, please. I’m begging you. Please tell me that she’s okay and I’ll go away.”

Big Chuck approached him from behind, placing his large hand on Cason’s shoulder. “I’m only going to ask you to leave once.” Big Chuck had a deep, booming voice that scared the pee out of me.

Cason looked back at him, disinterested, then looked back at Nicole. “Nicole, please. Just let me know if she’s okay.” Nicole ignored him.

I was on the edge of my seat in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Cason grabbed Nicole by the arm. Nicole swung around and threw the pot of hot coffee at Cason, which caused Cason to release her arm to jump out of the way.

The coffee pot sailed past Cason and shattered in a zillion pieces on the linoleum. Big Chuck grabbed Cason’s arm with his left hand, swung him around, and landed a right hook to Cason’s jaw. Cason stumbled backwards. Big Chuck swung again, making contact with Cason’s right eye. Cason fell on the ground and Big Chuck gave him a swift kick in the side. Cason scrambled to his feet and limped toward the door, slipping on the spilled coffee and landing face down in shards of glass. Scraped, bruised, and covered in coffee, Cason tried to get up, steadying himself with his hands in a downward dog position. Big Chuck went after him again, kicking him square in the rear end, forcing Cason to tumble out of the front door.

“Clean up this mess, Nicole!” Big Chuck picked up his spatula and strutted back into the kitchen.

“Right away, boss.”

I was speechless. Kailyn and Callie were dumbfounded. They hadn’t ever witnessed such violence, unless it was bestowed upon Wile E. Coyote.


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Captain Shelby – Guest Post & Giveaway

GIVEAWAY!

I have one ebook (kindle) to give away to a lucky winner! The book will be gifted to the winner through Amazon.  Leave a comment on this post with your email address and you will be entered to win!  A special thank you to Jesse for visiting my blog today!

Guest Post on the Writing Process:

In general, there are two kinds of writers, planned writers and spontaneous writers.

I used to joke and say that my writing process is that I have no process. After all, I’m a naturalist to the grave; I wouldn’t know process even if I had to sleep with it like Ishmael Queequeg.

I believe that process leads to processed writing. If you know what’s coming next, so will the reader. Furthermore, I think in the 21st century readers are more sophisticated than ever before; they have more than ever to choose from, and more ways than ever to choose it. If a story doesn’t have a unique, genuine flow to it, that’s just another reason for them to close the book. Even worse, formulaic novels may have trouble standing out above the crowd. I want my readers to remember my books. In the end, legacy trumps book sales. But that’s just me.

By the same token, I could hardly say I have no process at all. Now that’s just going too far. Take Captain Shelby, for example. The novel was very planned in my mind; it was a logical historical and thematic extension of my bestselling novel, Pelican Bay. But a well-mapped premise, or mental outline, is as far as I’ll go. Once I sat down to write Captain Shelby, the novel took on a life of its own.

And that’s good.

So what do I mean by a life of its own? It’s much like planning a wedding. I’m also a musician (singer/songwriter) and I’ve performed at ceremonies and weddings for almost as long as I can remember. I’ve made many wedding agendas with brides, and if I’ve noticed one thing, it’s that no wedding has ever gone to plan. This doesn’t mean having a direction isn’t good; let’s face it, without a schedule, the wild thing known as a wedding reception may just run off into the woods, howling at the moon, the guests perhaps eventually becoming too drunk to notice (great for guests, but bad for the bride and groom … and readers who like this little thing called plot).

But I guess I’ve cornered myself a tad though, haven’t I? If every writer has some process, what is mine?

My mind is ready with a general outline when I sit down; I have a premise big enough to carry me at least 60,000 words, and sexy enough to maybe get me published. My exciting idea sprouts endless arms and legs in my thoughts like a small garden made of seeds borrowed from the big garden of destiny. I can see all the exits on the highway going this way and that, I just don’t know how the road trip’s going to turn out.

Captain Shelby, the biggest character of my writing career to date—the reason I’m published today—was not planned in any way whatsoever. He was born out of the novel Pelican Bay (Book 1 in the Captain Shelby Trilogy) after I sat down to write a story on a snow day while my neighbor’s kids raced up and down the street on snowmobiles (yes, I had to wear earplugs in order to write). Pelican Bay was the result of a bizarre dream the night before about an undersea graveyard and the ex-girlfriend from hell (say hello to Morgan, why don’t you). Captain Shelby came out of nowhere by the end of chapter one.

And the old fisherman has always made me so glad I’m not a planned writer.

After I sit down, I say my own writer prayer to the Muse.

Please let these words come directly from my soul to the white electronic paper before me. Please help me to be the gifted writer I believe myself to be. Please reduce all the distractions about me, both internal and external, to a pleasant ambiance.

When the words come out, they are either novel-worthy, and I keep going, or I rest and try again tomorrow.

Yours in literature,

Jesse Giles Christiansen.

Captain Shelby
by Jesse Giles Christiansen

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(The Captain Shelby Trilogy Book 2)

Publisher: Imajin Books (September 6, 2014)
E-Book File Size: 4730 KB
Print Length: 211 pages
ASIN: B00MYDITT0′

Trade Paperback (September 14, 2014)
ISBN: 978-1-77223-004-8
Synopsis 

There are places even the sea cannot go…

In coastal Denmark, a young man named Nereus builds a longship and leaves at age eighteen to discover a new, enigmatic land. Faced with unimaginable obstacles, he crosses the North Atlantic, only to be captured by the Skraelings, the Inuit indigenous people who seek revenge on all settlers because of a “Great Red Man” who murdered many of their family members.

Many years later, Nereus is hired by a group of Irish settlers who are fleeing the tyranny of King Henry VIII, and he takes them across the North Atlantic to the Newfound Land. A fierce battle ensues against the sea, the Little Ice Age, and the vicious Skraelings.

When Nereus falls in love with Laura Hodges, fiancée to the group’s leader, William Brockelby, he becomes embroiled in a dangerous love triangle…until the formidable mystery surrounding Captain Nereus H. Shelby is finally revealed.

Purchase Link:  Amazon

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About This Author

Jesse Giles Christiansen is an American author who writes compelling literary fiction that weaves the real with the surreal. He attended Florida State University where he received his B.A. in English literature, and holds an M.A. in philosophy from Georgia State University. He is the author of Pelican Bay (book one in the Captain Shelby Series), an Amazon #1 list bestseller, outselling Old Man and the Sea by Hemingway. One of Christiansen’s literary goals is to write at least fifty novels, and he always reminds himself of something that Ray Bradbury once said: “You fail only if you stop writing.”

Author Links:

Web Site: www.jessegileschristiansen.com
Blog: www.jgchristiansen.wordpress.com
Twitter:  https://twitter.com/JesseGilesChris
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jesse.gileschristiansen.7
Goodreadshttp://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5261095.Jesse_Giles_Christiansen

Tour Participants:

October 6 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book –  Introduction of Tour

October 7 – Shelley’s Book Case – Review, Giveaway

October 8 – Kelly P’s Blog – Guest Post

October 9 – readalot blog – Review

October 10 – Back Porchervations – Review, Interview

October 11 – A. Literary Mafia – Interview

October 13 – deal sharing aunt – Interview, Giveaway

October 14 – rantin’ ravin’ and reading – Review, Guest Post, Giveaway

October 15 – OMNIMYSTERY NEWS – Interview

October 16 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book – Review

October 17 – Michele Lynn Seigfried’s Blog – Guest Post, Giveaway

October 18 – 3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, &, Sissy, Too! – Interview

October 19 – Brooke Blogs  – Review, Giveaway

October 20 – Dalene’s Book Reviews – Review, Giveaway

Top 5 Things to know about a Municipal Clerk

In case you were wondering about the profession held by Chelsey Alton, the main character in the Jersey Shore Mystery series, check out this article:  http://icma.org/en/press/pm_magazine/article/104310.  One thing that stood out to me in particular was the sentence that said, “municipal clerks are often the first and most direct link between residents and government.”