Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Enter to win a $20 Amazon GC - VBT: Love on the Run by Dean C. Moore


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Dean will be awarding a $20 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

A Day with Dean C. Moore


Yesterday began much like any other day, with me at the laptop overlooking the enchanted forest of the backyard for inspiration as I furiously typed my latest sci-fi and paranormal fantasy mix of a novel at a 120 words per minute. (What did people do back in the quill and ink well days? I guess they kept the stories very short. If I had to slow down my hypo-manic mind that much, most of the stories would be lost to the ether long before ever reaching paper).

But this was not destined to be a normal day. I was quickly kidnapped by the neighbors on their latest mission of mercy. They’ve been supplying my parents with firewood each winter for years now. But this year they were not content to confine their rescue operations to my parents. They decided to add saving me from myself to the list. So it was with some initial consternation that I went out to apply myself to the wood splitter. I initially broke into a cold sweat when I saw it. It was a ferocious mechanical beast determined to devour me. I thought, “Dean, with your mechanical skills, you’ll be lucky to survive this with your body intact. I’m thinking the leg is going to be the first thing to go.” She didn’t exactly assuage me by dropping a hand axe next to me. I said, “What’s that for? To chop off my leg if it gets stuck in the machine with a minimum of fuss?” She looked back at me and said, “You’re a fast study.”

As it turned out, the hydraulically endowed wood splitter takes all the backbreaking work out of swinging an axe, and was a ton of fun. The axe in actuality was for rescuing the machine if it got stuck? I honestly don’t know to this day because I quickly forgot about it, absorbed in the project at hand. Incidentally, if you ever get roped into using one of these things, you will need professional grade ear muffs (the kind you see airplane attendants using), and goggles. Unless you find going through life with eyes and ears optional. But properly suited up, I was entirely lost in the undertaking in no time, and have since volunteered myself for future projects.

Had my day ended there, I assure you it would have been eventful enough and more drama than I’ve seen in a while (outside of my imagination.) But that fate was not to be. Next at bat was loading up the neighbor’s pickup truck with chopped and split wood and carting it back to my parents’ place to add to the wood pile. That project finished…

My father made the mistake of asking for help with making sure he’d assembled the pressure washer correctly. He had, but now the neighbors were itching for a project of their own. So they said, “First you’ll need my self-powered pressured washer. You shoulder it like a backpack after filling it with a 50-50 concoction of bleach and water to strip the mold off of the driveway. They brought that “toy” over – between my dad and the neighbors, there is no labor-killing device known to man they don’t possess between them – and they demonstrated with the mechanical pressure washer. Needless to say, the demonstration over, they shouldered me with the only backpack I’ve worn since my days of hiking up and down the Rocky Mountains of the West Coast. (That was some years back.) My indignation spiked once again, but within ten minutes of doing this, I was happily lost to this latest enterprise.


I must admit, the neighbors’ sustained determination to rescue me from my “learned helplessness” seems to be working. We have a clear division of labor in my family I take quite seriously to this day. My parents handle reality, and I handle virtual reality. That is to say, they cook, they clean, they do the yard work, they take the car in for repairs, and as much as possible keep the real world off of me entirely. I should be ashamed of taking advantage like this, but when they got too old for me to feel entirely comfortable with them living on their own, and I moved in, I must say, I habituated to the new checks and balances just fine. I’m called out for heavy lifting and for any project they can’t handle; my indentured servitude is brief, and quickly followed by a return to the computer with no desire to be any more engaged with life than this. If it weren’t for my infernally nosy, intrusive neighbors, whose day jobs are saving other people, by the way (she’s a paramedic, he’s a fireman), I’d remain happily lost to the present. But if this nonsense continues, they might just end up saving one more lost soul, even if he’s too happy being lost to notice.

Husband and wife thieves are on a mission. Just not the same one. He’s out to pay for her cancer therapy–at any costs. She’s out to humanize him, and make him less of a self-absorbed jerk.

The fast-talking, fast-acting, adrenaline seeking duo pick up a few on-again off-again sidekicks along their way, despite staunch protests from Zinio. But with all they’re up against–not the least of which being one smart, hound-dog of a lady detective–the question is: Can love conquer all?

“The story is smart and funny.” R. D. Hale, Sky City: The Rise of an Orphan
“For the booklover that doesn’t like having his or her time wasted.” Jack Heath, Remote Control
“This would make a brilliant movie or TV series.” Demelza Carlton, Ocean’s Gift
“Reminded me of The Thomas Crown Affair, down to the whip-cracking humor, the snazzy plot turns, and the character dynamics between the leads and the hotshot female detective on their tales.” Rhys Jones, The Whispering Void
“Only if you want an action packed read with fully developed and interesting characters.” Victor Longshanks, One Big Problem

About the Author:
I write sci-fi, fantasy, action-adventures and thrillers, or some combination thereof—usually with a strong vein of dark humor. Though, my works are dramas first; the humor is there to take the edge off as with the Raiders of the Lost Ark, Transformers, and Jurassic Park franchises.

I wrote screenplays for a while, and while enjoying them, I found them a bit confining. After a while you just need the extra page count to flesh out characters better and do additional world building, especially when considering doing anything epic in scope. I also took a run at future forecasting and trend tracking, being as I always had my head in the future, things like Alvin Toffler’s Future Shock. I also relished this, and can certainly see myself releasing a few titles accordingly in the nonfiction area. But since delving into novels, short and long, I’ve definitely found my home and my voice. For the first time I feel the restraints have been taken off of my imagination. I suppose all mediums have their limits, so I may end up doing a mix of things, but I suspect I will continue to spend most of my time with novels. Series add an additional dimension, allowing for even more depth and development both in the character and world building departments. But I remain at heart a divergent thinker, so, no surprise, I seem to have more series going than follow up installments at this point. That too may change over time; we’ll see. Until then, it may be best to just think of these books as one-offs if you’re fond of my writing style and some of the themes I work with.

My current catalog of twelve books represents a little over five years' worth of work. I'm currently averaging a couple books annually. Of my existing franchises with multiple installments, The Hundred Year Clone books can be read in any order, while the 5 books of Renaissance 2.0 must be read in sequence as they form part of a singular story arc (much as with A Game of Thrones.)

I live in the country where I breed bluebirds, which are endangered in these parts, as my small contribution to restoring nature's balance. When I'm not writing, or researching my next book, I may also be found socializing with friends, or working in my organic garden.

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9 comments:

Dean C. Moore said...

Thanks for hosting me, Judy. It’s a thrill to be hanging out on your site.

I’d also like to thank anyone who might be stopping by and leaving comments or questions for me (perhaps based on the guest blog. But it may be on any topic you like). I’ll be in and out throughout the day to interact with readers.

♡♥♬ Carolsue ♡♥♬ said...

I like the author's bio. I always find those interesting.
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Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thanks for hosting!

SportsMangaMama said...

Nice! I like that your day started so calmly with looking out at the backyard. But hey at least there's plenty of wood. The smell of burning wood always jumpstarts my inspiration. It's always great to help out too though I'm certain you would rather remain in your virtual reality :) This was enjoyable to read. Thanks to both of you for sharing.

Roshelle

Dean C. Moore said...

Thanks, Carolsue! And thanks for stopping by and taking a look!

Dean C. Moore said...

Thanks for stopping by, Roshelle! I agree with you on the smell of burning wood. And yes, it was nice to get out of my head for a while and to help out with more earthly projects.

For those of you who don't know, Roshelle has a book debuting on wattpad, called The Ten. If you enjoyed the TV series Body of Proof, you might want to check it out. It's still incomplete and an early draft, but even so, it's quite promising. Here's the link: http://www.wattpad.com/story/18685024-the-ten

Rita said...

I enjoyed the peek into your day.

Dean C. Moore said...

Thanks, Rita! And thanks for checking in so often with the tour.

♡♥♬ Carolsue ♡♥♬ said...

I also liked the excerpt. The book sounds very good!
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