Toni V. Sweeney presents #Sinners

Welcome Toni V. Sweeney to my blog.
Toni, Please tell us more about how you came to write Sinners.

One thing about writing about a dynasty—it covers a lot of territory and a whole lot of people.

When I decided to write a family saga,  I took the easy way out.  Writing about the rule of the kan Ingans of the Emeraunt Galaxy, I decided to tell only the stories about the beginning and end of that particular reign. Part 1, The Narrative of Riven the Heretic (7 novels) recorded their origins.  Part 2, The kan Ingan Archives (8 novels), told of their scandal-laden and inglorious end thirty-one hundred years later. 

Suffice it to say writing a family saga isn’t easy.  Whatever is said in the original book has to be maintained in all the others.  It can’t be changed unless there’s a very good reason.  If a character is taken on an ocean journey by his father and he’s five-years-old at that time, you can’t have another character state dogmatically in another book that he was twelve when it happened.  Don’t think some eagle-eyed little nit-picker of a reader won’t catch it and promptly fire off an e-mail to your website, pointing this out.  Same with spellings.  A character’s name has to be spelled the same way throughout; if it’s italicized in one book, keep it consistently italicized in all of them.  A person’s character may change, his faith, his philosphy may be converted—indeed, that’s the stuff stories are made of because they involve conflict—but unless you state specifically there’s hair dye involved or colored contacts, make certain his blond hair stays blond and his brown eyes brown.  (Of course if it’s fantasy, you can totally change his appearance and have a plausible reason.)  I always think of Stephen King’s example when he was writing Christine:  A specific make of car drove into an alley, a different make of car came out.  I did that once myself.  Not with cars, but I had a character who was blond, only to suddenly become a brunet without explanation (or the use of Clairol for Men.)  Thank Goodness for the delete/replace button!

Family sagas are a lot of work because you have to keep track not only of the characters’ names and physical appearances, but also of their ages, especially if each novel encompasses a number of years.  Sometimes it’s easier to make a tangible chart, a family tree or spreadsheet with all the relationships, ages, etc., so it can be referred to from time to time. Age plays a very important part in these stories so I had to keep close tabs on how old everyone was and when.

About the Author:

Toni V. Sweeney has lived 30 years in the South, a score in the Middle West, and a decade on the Pacific Coast and now she’s trying for her second 30 on the Great Plains. 

Since the publication of her first novel in 1989, Toni divides her time between writing SF/Fantasy under her own name and romances under her pseudonym Icy Snow Blackstone.  In March, 2013, she became publicity manager for Class Act Books (US). She is also on the review staff of the New York Journal of Books and the Paranormal Romance Guild. In 2016, she was named a Professional Reader by netgalley.com.

She is an Amazon reviewer, is in the 1% of reviewers for Goodreads, and in 2015 and 2016 was voted one of the Top 10 authors of those years by Preditors & Editors Readers Poll. In 2013, the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewer’s Choice voted The kan Ingan Archives (Part Two of the Arcanian Chronicles) a Special Mention, and the following year, named the individual novels The Man from Cymene, and Space Studs, from the same series two of the Top 8 SF/fantasy novels of 2014. 

As of 2018, Toni currently has 55 novels in print, including 3 series, and 3 trilogies. 

Find out more about Toni:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tvsweeney 

Amazon Author’s Page: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B002BLQBB8

Twitter:  @ToniVSweeney

Blurb:

Aric kan Ingan had it all. 

Pampered and spoiled, he was groomed since the age of twelve to be heir to the throne of Arcanis…until his uncle surprised everyone by falling in love with an Earthwoman.

Elizabeth Sheffield wanted it all.

Headstrong and beautiful, she’d never met a man she couldn’t wrap around her little finger…until she met Aric. 

The vengeful former heir and the margrave’s bride are instant enemies, trading insults and threats, until the unexpected happens: They fall in love.

While Aric and Elizabeth engage in their illicit affair, other forces in the kingdom gather for the more sinister purpose of rebellion and murder…

…with Aric as the not-so-innocent pawn.

EXCERPT:

On the fourth floor, outside the hallway leading to the royal apartments, Kozlu waited for him. The old man looked him up and down disapprovingly, staring at his travel-dusty clothes.

“You couldn’t take time to change?”

“Why should I? I’m only going to see my uncle.” His tone bordered on disrespect for the man who’d been his tutor as he’d been the margrave’s.

“Aric, it’s more than that and you know it.” Kozlu’s reply held the knowledge he was speaking to someone who had no intention of listening. He started up the stairs, not looking to see if Aric followed.

So it’s like that, is it? Already dispensing with respect since I’m no longer the heir.

“I suppose you want me to return to my rooms and dress in my most formal uniform, complete with metals and insigne, before I meet the creature?” He saw Kozlu’s face darken. “Why don’t I go back to the barracks and rout all the Black Shields, and have them mount a dress parade in the courtyard?”

“Lower your voice.” Kozlu nodded toward the guards on the landing below.

Realizing how close he was to letting his anger take over, Aric took a deep breath.

“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” Kozlu frowned.

“As much as possible,” he admitted. “It seemed the most appropriate thing to do.”

“You’d best calm yourself a little,” the elder suggestion. “You look as if you could kill.”

“If I thought I could get away with it, I might,” he muttered. As Kozlu looked around at him sharply, he said hastily, “Don’t worry. I’ll behave myself.”

They started climbing again.

“You may as well accept what’s happened,” Kozlu went on. “The council has.”

“The council isn’t losing anything.” Aric’s answer was sullen. “I was taken from my mother to be my uncle’s heir. For eight years, it’s been drilled into me how Arcanis will someday be mine, and now…to lose it to some mongrel Milky?” He shook his head. “I thought my uncle had more pride in our family. Even someone from one of the other planets—Gataeus, Scylla, even Nereis—would be better than a near-barbarian.”

“I think it’s you who’ve too much pride, Aric,” the old man answered quietly. “Someday, you’ll find yourself in the dust because of it.”

Aric looked rebellious and didn’t answer.

They reached the fifth landing, coming around a dark corner into the archway opening onto one of the stone-balustraded terraces.

Two people sat on a stone bench set in an arrangement of flower-filled urns surrounding a javancia tree, its thick branches offering protection from the ocean’s wind and the morning sun. One was obviously his uncle, and the other was…

She.

“Lord Aric, sire.” Kozlu bowed and backed out of his uncle’s presence, leaving him alone in the entranceway. For the barest moment, Aric was tempted to run after the old man, away from the unpleasantness awaiting him. Briefly, he regretted that third glass of brandy.

Buy Links:

Paperback from the publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/cat-romance/sinner-8712018-02-11-21-39-57-detail

eBook/Kindle from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Sinner-Arcanian-Chronicles-Part-Book-ebook/dp/B07B614JNF/

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Toni V. Sweeney about the kan Ingan Archives #Series #Sinner

  • Welcome to  the Blog for Barbara Edwards
    Toni V. Sweeney will explain her series.
    One thing about writing about a dynasty—it covers a lot of territory and a whole lot of people.
    When I decided to write a family saga, I took the easy way out. Writing about the rule of the kan Ingans of the Emeraunt Galaxy, I decided to tell only the stories about the beginning and end of that particular reign. Part 1, The Narrative of Riven the Heretic (7 novels) recorded their origins. Part 2, The kan Ingan Archives (8 novels), told of their scandal-laden and inglorious end thirty-one hundred years later.
    Suffice it to say writing a family saga isn’t easy. Whatever is said in the original book has to be maintained in all the others. It can’t be changed unless there’s a very good reason. If a character is taken on an ocean journey by his father and he’s five-years-old at that time, you can’t have another character state dogmatically in another book that he was
    twelve when it happened. Don’t think some eagle-eyed little nit-picker of a reader won’t catch it and promptly fire off an e-mail to your website, pointing this out. Same with spellings. A character’s name has to be spelled the same way throughout; if it’s italicized in one book, keep it consistently italicized in all of them. A person’s character may change, his faith, his philosphy may be converted—indeed, that’s the stuff stories are
    made of because they involve conflict—but unless you state specifically there’s hair dye involved or colored contacts, make certain his blond hair stays blond and his brown eyes brown. (Of course if it’s fantasy, you can totally change his appearance and have a plausible reason.) I always think of Stephen King’s example when he was writing Christine: A specific make of car drove into an alley, a different make of car came out. I did that once myself. Not with cars, but I had a character who was blond, only to
    suddenly become a brunet without explanation (or the use of Clairol for Men.) Thank Goodness for the delete/replace button!
    Family sagas are a lot of work because you have to keep track not only of the characters’ names and physical appearances, but also of their ages, especially if each novel encompasses a number of years. Sometimes it’s easier to make a tangible chart, a familytree or spreadsheet with all the relationships, ages, etc., so it can be referred to from time
    to time. Age plays a very important part in these stories so I had to keep close tabs on how old everyone was and when.
    About the Author:
    Toni V. Sweeney has lived 30 years in the South, a score in the Middle West, and a
    decade on the Pacific Coast and now she’s trying for her second 30 on the Great Plains.Since the publication of her first novel in 1989, Toni divides her time between writing SF/Fantasy under her own name and romances under her pseudonym Icy Snow Blackstone. In March, 2013, she became publicity manager for Class Act Books (US). She is also on the review staff of the New York Journal of Books and the Paranormal Romance Guild. In 2016, she was named a Professional Reader by netgalley.com. She is an Amazon reviewer, is in the 1% of reviewers for Goodreads, and in 2015 and 2016 was voted one of the Top 10 authors of those years by Preditors & Editors Reader
    Poll. In 2013, the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewer’s Choice voted The kan Ingan  Archives (Part Two of the Arcanian Chronicles) a Special Mention, and the following year, named the individual novels The Man from Cymene, and Space Studs, from the same series two of the Top 8 SF/fantasy novels of 2014.
    As of 2018, Toni currently has 55 novels in print, including 3 series, and 3 trilogies.
    Find out more about Toni:
    Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tvsweeney
    Amazon Author’s Page: https://www.amazon.com//e/B002BLQBB8
    Twitter: @ToniVSweeney
    Blurb:
    Aric kan Ingan had it all.
    Pampered and spoiled, he was groomed since the age of twelve to be heir to the throne of Arcanis…until his uncle surprised everyone by falling in love with an Earthwoman.
    Elizabeth Sheffield wanted it all.
    Headstrong and beautiful, she’d never met a man she couldn’t wrap around her little finger…until she met Aric.
    The vengeful former heir and the margrave’s bride are instant enemies, trading insults and threats, until the unexpected happens: They fall in love.
    While Aric and Elizabeth engage in their illicit affair, other forces in the kingdom gather for the more sinister purpose of rebellion and murder…
    …with Aric as the not-so-innocent pawn.
    EXCERPT:
  • On the fourth floor, outside the hallway leading to the royal apartments, Kozlu waited
    for him. The old man looked him up and down disapprovingly, staring at his travel-dusty
    clothes.
    “You couldn’t take time to change?”
    “Why should I? I’m only going to see my uncle.” His tone bordered on disrespect for
    the man who’d been his tutor as he’d been the margrave’s.
    “Aric, it’s more than that and you know it.” Kozlu’s reply held the knowledge he was speaking to someone who had no intention of listening. He started up the stairs, not
    looking to see if Aric followed.
    So it’s like that, is it? Already dispensing with respect since I’m no longer the heir.
    “I suppose you want me to return to my rooms and dress in my most formal uniform,
    complete with metals and insigne, before I meet the creature?” He saw Kozlu’s face
    darken. “Why don’t I go back to the barracks and rout all the Black Shields, and have
    them mount a dress parade in the courtyard?”
    “Lower your voice.” Kozlu nodded toward the guards on the landing below.
    Realizing how close he was to letting his anger take over, Aric took a deep breath.
    “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” Kozlu frowned.
    “As much as possible,” he admitted. “It seemed the most appropriate thing to do.”
    “You’d best calm yourself a little,” the elder suggestion. “You look as if you could
    kill.”
    “If I thought I could get away with it, I might,” he muttered. As Kozlu looked around
    at him sharply, he said hastily, “Don’t worry. I’ll behave myself.”
    They started climbing again.
    “You may as well accept what’s happened,” Kozlu went on. “The council has.”
    “The council isn’t losing anything.” Aric’s answer was sullen. “I was taken from my
    mother to be my uncle’s heir. For eight years, it’s been drilled into me how Arcanis will
    someday be mine, and now…to lose it to some mongrel Milky?” He shook his head. “I
    thought my uncle had more pride in our family. Even someone from one of the other
    planets—Gataeus, Scylla, even Nereis—would be better than a near-barbarian.”
    “I think it’s you who’ve too much pride, Aric,” the old man answered quietly.
    “Someday, you’ll find yourself in the dust because of it.”
    Aric looked rebellious and didn’t answer.
    They reached the fifth landing, coming around a dark corner into the archway opening onto one of the stone-balustraded terraces.
    Two people sat on a stone bench set in an arrangement of flower-filled urns
    surrounding a javancia tree, its thick branches offering protection from the ocean’s wind and the morning sun. One was obviously his uncle, and the other was…
    She.
    “Lord Aric, sire.” Kozlu bowed and backed out of his uncle’s presence, leaving him alone in the entranceway. For the barest moment, Aric was tempted to run after the old man, away from the unpleasantness awaiting him. Briefly, he regretted that third glass of brandy.

My #Guest Toni V. Sweeney shares why she wrote Sinbad’s Pride

Please welcome my guest Toni V. Sweeney, author of Sinbad’s Pride.

Why did you write Sinbad’s Pride?

They say Imitation is the best form of flattery.

Many years ago, I was intrigued by a TV show called Beauty and the Beast. Not the latest one where the Beast is the result of a secret US experiment to create super soldiers and the Beauty is the police detective who loves him, but the original series in 1987.  In homage, I wrote my own spin on that story:  The Adventures of Sinbad.  My Beast isn’t simply a man who by some quirk of birth looks like a lion.  He is a lion, a native of Felida where the inhabitants evolved from a feline species instead of simians, where their culture follows a feline pattern.

My Beast is Sinbad sh’en Singh, a smuggler wanted on seven worlds of the United Terran Federation, with more than a hundred thousand credits bounty on his capture.  That was all right with Sin, because he intended to thumb his nose at the TUF for as long as he could—and then he met a little Terran named Andrea Talltrees and got shot right out of orbit…in flames.

His Beauty is Andrea Talltrees, a feisty little woman raised by the Navajos after her father is killed in the Terro-Felidan War and her mother dies of a broken heart.  When her husband is accused of being a spy in yet another war and is arrested, she doesn’t just sit around.  She goes to the one person her godfather suggests might help…a certain Felidan smuggler who hates Terran women almost as much as he hates the Federation…

…And that’s the way they meet.  It’s a culture clash of epic proportions with a disturbing explosion of instant attraction as Andi and Sin try desperately not to fall in love with each other.

The first novel in the series, The Story of a Peace-Loving Man, was published in 2016. Sinbad’s Last Voyage followed, with Sinbad’s Wife, the story of his courtship and winning of his Beauty, published in January of this year. The one I’m offereikng today is Book 4, Sinbad’s Pride.

Sinbad’s Pride Blurb:

When Andrea Talltrees married Sinbad sh’en Singh, she knew they would have problems.  All newly-weds do, but married life with a part-Felidan ex-smuggler seems to be nothing but one crisis after another.

Being law-abiding simply isn’t part of Sin’s lifestyle and he’s already found a way to legally restore Felida’s pre-war glory by making it a prime smuggling planet—and he’s also found a way to prevent the Federation from doing anything about it.  In order to do that, however, he needs the cooperation of the second and third most powerful prides on Felida, and they in turn want to cement the deal through a family relationship.

That’s why Sin finds himself with a very angry Prime Wife, as he tries to explain to Andi why he’s taking not one but two concubines though he swears he loves her and wouldn’t be unfaithful in a million years.  If he doesn’t handle this right, Sin is facing a future which may involve sleeping on a sofa until he’s an ocotogenerian.

Felida is a male-oriented planet, chauvinistic to the nth degree and the fact that Sinbad sometimes consults his wife and concedes to her wishes doesn’t sit well with his grandfather or any of the older males in the Pride.  Andi being a hated Terran doesn’t help, either, and the feisty little Navajo finds herself forcefully striving to act more like a Felidan female and less like her usual independent self. In other words, the newly-reinstated heir and his spouse have a lot going against them and only their determination to be accepted going for them.

In the meantime, sons Cash and Adam are growing up and becoming men—in every sense of the word—though Sin sometimes thinks sense doesn’t enter into their actions.  When a former smuggling associate declares war on Sin’s new criminal efforts, the two youngsters are brought into the fight and the decisions they make soon lead to a tragedy threatening to tear Sin’s newly-made family apart.

Sinbad’s Pride is about family and responsibility and doing things a person nay not necessarily wish to do in order to keep that family together.  Sin and Andi face many decisions in their new life on Felida, decision which not only test their marriage but in some ways strengthen it.

EXCERPT:

“I’ve received a message from Salu-Khan,” Murad announced, glancing at the scroll he held.  “He’s eager to become a part of your operation, Andrew–so eager in fact that he’s requesting permission to join!”

“Grandsire, that’s great!  With Salu-Khan’s participation, we’ll have two-thirds of the Prides behind us.”

“Salu-Khan wants more than a business association, I’m afraid,” Murad went on.  He tossed the scroll onto the desk and looked down at his grandson.

“What do you mean, Grandsire?”

“He has a daughter of breeding age.  He’s requesting a union with our Den through marriage.”

“Doesn’t he know Amir-Kasdan’s bonded?”

“He wants you for his daughter, Andrew.”

It wasn’t respectful to laugh at his grandfather but Sin couldn’t help it.  “Guess he’s out of luck then since I’m already married–”

“–and I’ve sent him my reply, agreeing to the affiliation,” Murad went on, as if he hadn’t spoken.

“B-but I can’t–  Grandsire, I already have a mate!”

“Salu-Khan’s aware of that and accepts the fact that his daughter will be merely a concubine,” Murad went on imperturbably.

“Concu–  I don’t want a concubine!” Sin exclaimed.  “Besides, Andi wou–”

He broke off quickly.  He’d almost said Andi would never allow it, and that was definitely the wrong thing to say to the Head of the Clan.

“Andrea went through a Felidan marriage ceremony with you, Andrew,” his grandfather reminded him.  “She agreed to follow our customs and laws and Felidan law allows a kh’ta concubines.  Your mate has no say-so in the matter.”

Murad’s tone made it final, the matter settled, but Sin wasn’t about to accept his grandfather’s command so easily.

“What about my say-so?  I say I don’t want another female, either as a wife or a concubine!  I–”

“As you just pointed out, Andrew, we need Salu-Khan’s backing.  In something this important, there can’t be any dissention among the participants.”  Murad was forcing himself to remain calm, since he understood how his grandson felt about his wife, having himself been so in love with his own mate that he’d never thought to take another after she died.  “As Pride Heir, you must obey.  You have to do this.  For the Pride.”

“Forget it!” Sin retorted, turning away and stalking to the window.  From Grandsire’s side of the house, he could see the high cliffs rising above them and the trees trembling in the winter wind.  He looked back at Murad.  “No.”

Just that one word.  No arguments.

Murad sighed again.  “I’m afraid you have to, Andrew.  We can’t afford to insult Salu-Khan’s Clan a second time.”

“Second time?” Sin frowned.  “Other than his obvious important, Grandsire, why does Salu-Khan’s name sound so familiar?”

“His brother was the Pride Chief your mother was bonded to, the one your father killed in order to make her his mate and save the unborn whelp that became you, my beloved grandson!”

“Oh.”  Sin was suitably silenced for a moment.  He stood there without speaking, for once not really knowing what to say, and Murad seized his moment of uncertainty to plunge on.

“The female will arrive here in four days.  On that afternoon, the Ceremony will take place.  You will receive her and make her your concubine.”

Silently, Sin glared at his grandfather, wanting to argue but knowing there was nothing he could say.  Murad sh’en Singh had spoken.  The Pride Heir had to obey.

Ducking his head in a quick bow, he answered, “I’ll obey, Grandfather, but I wish to go on record as protesting this union, and state that I’m definitely entering into it unwillingly!”

Before Murad could reply, he whirled and stalked out.

Oh God!  How am I going to tell Andi?

Sinbad’s Pride is being released by Class Act Books.

BUY LINKS:

Publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/cat-romance/sinbad-s-pride-detail

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Sinbads-Pride-Adventures-Sinbad-Book-ebook/dp/B06VWQVV8W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1487436765&sr=8-1&keywords=sinbad%27s+pride+by+toni+v.+sweeney

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss/253-3088958-0513727?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=Sinbad%27s+pride+by+Toni+V.+Sweeney

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/704125

AUTHOR’S BIO:

This past December, Toni V. Sweeney celebrated her 74th birthday. This month, she’s celebrating the release of her 74rd novel.

Since the publication of her first novel in 1989, Toni divides her time between writing SF/Fantasy under her own name and romances under her pseudonym Icy Snow Blackstone.   In March, 2013, she became publicity manager for Class Act Books (US) . She is also on the review staff of the New York Journal of Books and the paranormal Romance Guild, and in 2016 was certified a professional reader by netgalley.com..

Find out more about Toni:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tvsweeney

Twitter:  @ToniVSweeney

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