Friday, March 27, 2020

FOODFIC: Please Welcome Teyla Branton, Author of the Unbounded Series



On the day I set foot on the path to immortality . . .

One minute Erin Radkey was in a burn unit without possibility of recovery and the next she awakes in a coffin covered with a gelatinous substance, her body perfectly healed. You might ask: Is this some remake of a vampire series?

The answer would be no. Erin has joined the ranks of Unbounded, nearly immortal beings whose quick regeneration is aided by the fact that they can absorb nutrients through their pores instead of having to ingest food. They can process organic matter and food molecules from the air without even thinking about it. Better yet, their bodies absorb only what they need.

Think of it! That means no more hunger pains, and for the most part no gaining weight—unless you really work at it, because not only is their metabolism off the charts, but regeneration takes a lot of energy. (Aside note: Since Renegade Unbounded are in a desperate battle with an evil faction of their own people over control of the mortal world and are also hunted by the only mortals aware of their existence, there happens to be a significant need for regeneration.)

How would you like to never worry about food again?

Well, the Unbounded in my urban fantasy still eat because, let’s face it, eating is fun. Just like the rest of us, they eat when they’re sad or worried or celebrating. But for those who previously loved to drink, their metabolism no longer permits intoxication. Even the strong stuff only gives a momentary buzz.

Then there’s the matter of the only way they can be killed and the whole locked-away-in-a-sealed-tomb issue, but we won’t go into that.

Here’s an excerpt where Erin uses what she absorbs to help her get out of a tight spot. Or does she get out?

With a growl, he launched himself at me, tumbling me backwards. I kept waiting for a miracle, for one of the others to save me, or for my so-called Unbounded talent to kick in and tell me what to do.
Nothing.
Sitting on my stomach, my assailant punched me hard in the face. Fury burst through my fear. I’d been burned practically to death, lost my best friend, held prisoner, separated from my family, trained till my arms bled, and finally rejected by a man who’d claimed to love me. I wasn’t going to let myself be kidnapped by a twenty-something idiot I didn’t even know.
I feigned semi-consciousness but was really absorbing nutrients from the grass I laid in, the trees looming above, the air I breathed. My assailant came to his feet, dragging me with him. In seconds, I’d be in that car, all hope of escape gone. There were no convenient rocks or heavy sticks nearby to use as a weapon. But there was the car.
Faking a stumble, I grabbed at him and used my body to ram him into the car . . . 

Would you choose to absorb nutrients like the Unbounded if you could?

Thanks for having me! Love to have you drop by my website and say hi.


Thanks for stopping by to share your food for thought, Teyla!



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Teyla Branton grew up avidly reading science fiction and fantasy and watching Star Trek reruns with her large family. They lived on a little farm where she loved to visit the solitary cow and collect (and juggle) the eggs, usually making it back to the house with most of them intact. On that same farm she once owned thirty-three gerbils and eighteen cats, not a good mix, as it turns out. Teyla always had her nose in a book and daydreamed about someday creating her own worlds. She is now married, mostly grown up, and has seven kids, so life at her house can be very interesting (and loud), but writing keeps her sane. Teyla writes urban fantasy (Unbounded series), paranormal romantic suspense (Imprints series), and science fiction (Colony Six series). She also writes contemporary romance (Lily’s House and Finding Home series) and romantic suspense under the name Rachel Branton.

Friday, March 20, 2020

FOODFIC: Please Welcome L.M. Bryski, Author of Blood Chill



Would you like a coffee?’ Sonny asks Dr. Bhaima in Blood Chill as they sit to discuss a case.

How many conversations begin with an offer of a drink? Innumerable.

All over the world, we pause and bond over coffee, tea, or any other beverage. There’s usually a personal choice stated as we prepare to enjoy time together.

‘I’ll have a dark roast, two sugars, a pinkie width of milk.’ ‘Green tea, decaffeinated, with lemon.’  Sometimes, a donut is added. Iced and glistening, the sugary temptation waits beside our mug on a round white plate, silent witness to our ritual.

Then conversation begins. Or continues. We listen. We talk. We share. Sips of coffee add commas and pauses to our words.  Bites of bakery punctuate occasional open-mouthed laughter. It doesn’t truly matter what we’re eating or drinking. It’s partly an excuse to indulge in time together. The comfort of the ritual is what’s important: we serve nourishing conversation, spending time with each other.

In Blood Chill, the ritual of food, drink, and conversation comes when characters need a moment to pause and connect. In their world, a pandemic has already occurred. They have been through the rinse cycle of uncertainty and disease. They’ve come out the other side, still a community, connected and caring. Their society is still bonded, supportive, and sharing.

We’re headed into uncertain times in our current world. A virus threatens our way of life and how we approach each other. Social events and places feel riskier now. We look askance at any cough we hear. People think about social distancing, and prepare for possible isolation. We worry that the very thing sustaining us – human connection – is becoming dangerous.

Instead, we should make sure connection with each other isn’t lost. Our mental health relies on being part of a community, sharing and enjoying conversation. ‘It’s just coffee,’ and yet it’s not.

In the days ahead, remember to keep connections. Remember to reach out, listen, and talk with each other. Remember to share thoughts and feels, how life is going, and how the day has been. Modern times has given us the means to keep in touch, face-to-face as well as by text, email, and apps. Come what may, we will still spend time together, sharing moments of laughter and fun. We will stay connected. We will always have coffee together.


Thanks for stopping by to share your food for thought, Lisa!


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Friday, March 13, 2020

FOODFIC: Please Welcome Yvette Calleiro, Author of The One Discovered




Every writer pulls from his/her experiences and/or imagination to create stories. Depending on the genre, the percentage of each varies. As an author of the young adult paranormal series, Chronicles of the Diasodz, I pulled strongly on both.

My characters are Diasodz (DIE-uh-sodz). They are beings that spend their first 18 years as humans. Then, after a transition (of sorts 😉 ), they transform into Diasodz. Some of them inherit powers and tattoos that allow them to call upon a weapon. All of them live longer lives and can move between two worlds. Their purpose is to heal and protect humans, though most of them abandoned their purpose centuries ago.

There are two levels of Diasodz: the Altorus (warriors) and the Curatus (healers). Liana is one of my characters who is a Curatus. She has a connection to the earth and grows herbs in her own garden. She uses herbs, minerals, and various stones to help heal others. It was important to me to have a character like this because I am a strong believer in natural medicine. Whenever I don’t feel whole, I turn to holistic medicine first to try to ease my ailments. It’s only fitting that my characters feel the same way.

Diasodz have lived for centuries, so they were around when food was really food, before the artificial flavoring and the GMOs found their way into our stomachs. And so, they are healthier eaters than most humans. They stay away from sodas and fried foods. Every meal has fruits and/or vegetables as a main part. That’s not to say that they don’t enjoy food. They absolutely do. In fact, meal time is seen as family time, a time to reconnect. One of my favorite scenes in The One Discovered is when Sofia and Angel are sitting in front of an ice cream shop, and Angel reveals his powers to her.

My series begins with Angel and Ar’ch coming to Earth to find Sofia, who they believe is the savior who can prevent their kind from fading forever. Of course, Sofia doesn’t necessarily believe them. A few scenes take place at TGIFridays, where Sofia works as a server. In fact, those scenes truly show Sofia’s inability to control her attraction to Ar’ch (and his desire for her).  I chose this restaurant because I have great memories of hanging out with my family and friends there. My sister was a server for many years (at a different restaurant) so I knew enough about the job to write about it, and the restaurant was the perfect scene to have Ar’ch reveal himself to Sofia.

Throughout the series, my meal scenes play an integral role in shaping the characters and in plotting their next mission. Whether Damiana is sipping her chocolate martini while intimidating Liana in a dingy bar or Sofia is curled into Rafe as they watch a movie and eat popcorn, food finds a way into the scene. Who is Rafe, you ask? I guess you will just have to find out in The One Discovered (free on Amazon). 😉



Thanks for stopping by to share your food for thought, Yvette!




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Thursday, March 5, 2020

FOODFIC: Please Welcome Angela Silverthorne, Author of Cries of Mercy



Bring It All To The Table

These words rang true all my life. Coming to the table was an event.

I grew up in Georgia with an Irish grandmother and a Cajun grandfather. I could leave the blogpost here and many of you would laugh wholeheartedly. Each grandparent full of fire and stubbornness.

But at the table, all was laid aside except enjoying the tempting food – Southern fare and Cajun heat. I would salivate all day as spices and herbs filled the house and overflowed past the open windows to the swing set.

During the winter and spring, Southern fare graced the table. Root vegetables, greens, cornbread, and rich stews. But the summer and fall heated up with fresh seafood from Louisiana. Jambalaya. Ètouffée. Curried shrimp.

More important than all the delectable food was what coming to the table meant. It meant the richness of the food would overflow into satisfying conversation – the kind that makes you feel welcomed, wanted, and loved.

It was these concepts that I wove into my life as an adult and later into my novels. I wanted my children and grandchildren to know the depth of talk-enrichment. In my writing, it became second nature to offer this to my readers – bring it all to the table. Your joy and sadness, questions and answers, hurt and heartaches, imagination and humor, and often your weakness and disillusionment with life. It all spilled out and over a heart offered cuisine.

No one ever left the table hungry. No one ever left the table feeling alone. We brought it all to the table, our appetite and our need to connect with the deep, strong roots of family.

For many of my characters, getting this opportunity to share and revitalize their heart and spirit was a life changing experience. I understood. Bringing it all to the table has always been my offering to the feast. A time to fuel up heart, mind, and soul.


Thanks for stopping by and sharing your food for thought, Angela!



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