Cristelle Comby will be awarding all four books of the series, signed by the author (International Giveaway) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
Tell us about yourself:
Are Happy Endings are must in your stories?
Endings are a must, but they don’t necessarily have to be happy. Every story needs to end, you have to give closure to your audience, now how it ends… that’s up to you.
What makes a protagonist interesting?
You have to make your hero as three-dimensional as possible. Give him a back-story, and a strong personality. Flaws, doubts, the ability to make mistakes and the ability to learn from those mistakes. A character needs to grow throughout the story; that is engaging. That’ll make readers come back for a second serving.
What is the best thing about being a writer?
Creative freedom. Because you set the parameters, everything is possible.
What do you see the direction of your future writing taking? What can we expect next? Give us a little taste.
I’m working on a new series; it’s Urban Fantasy, with a side of Greek Mythology. I’m done with the outline and about four chapters in. I’m hopeful to release it near the end of 2016.
Just for fun
Cat or dog person?
Cat, definitely.
Favorite food?
Chocolate.
Favorite holiday?
Christmas.
Would you rather be the princess or the villain? Why?
The villain, as there’s just no way I could ever play the damsel in distress. Unless the princess could be like Lara Croft?
Who has more fun, orcs or hobbits?
Hobbits seem to have a longer life span, don’t they? And better food
Are Happy Endings are must in your stories?
Endings are a must, but they don’t necessarily have to be happy. Every story needs to end, you have to give closure to your audience, now how it ends… that’s up to you.
What makes a protagonist interesting?
You have to make your hero as three-dimensional as possible. Give him a back-story, and a strong personality. Flaws, doubts, the ability to make mistakes and the ability to learn from those mistakes. A character needs to grow throughout the story; that is engaging. That’ll make readers come back for a second serving.
What is the best thing about being a writer?
Creative freedom. Because you set the parameters, everything is possible.
What do you see the direction of your future writing taking? What can we expect next? Give us a little taste.
I’m working on a new series; it’s Urban Fantasy, with a side of Greek Mythology. I’m done with the outline and about four chapters in. I’m hopeful to release it near the end of 2016.
Just for fun
Cat or dog person?
Cat, definitely.
Favorite food?
Chocolate.
Favorite holiday?
Christmas.
Would you rather be the princess or the villain? Why?
The villain, as there’s just no way I could ever play the damsel in distress. Unless the princess could be like Lara Croft?
Who has more fun, orcs or hobbits?
Hobbits seem to have a longer life span, don’t they? And better food
GENRE: Mystery & Detectives
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BLURB:
It is supposed to be Neve and Egan. Two partners, a team. What happens when a member of this team of Private Investigators is shot, prognosis unknown?
As Alexandra Neve lays comatose and defenceless, Ashford Egan must take on their enemy alone, and find the cagiest criminal Scotland Yard has seen in decades. Determined to succeed, Egan will stop at nothing. He’ll hit on married women, plant bugs, hire hitmen. And he’ll do it all blind, which makes things ten times as difficult.
Double-crossed by friends, convinced there is corruption in those sworn to uphold the law, Egan is forced to form unlikely alliances as he moves forward in a game that requires skills, nerves of steel, and a willingness to play against all odds.
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Excerpt One:
A gentle wind is blowing, but it is too cold for the leaves to carry any scent. Seconds tick away, as I wait.
A few minutes before the half hour, I hear the whining of the Lantesks’ garage door and soon after the rumble of a car engine coming to life. Mrs Lantesk is on time to go to work.
Ten feet long the old woman had said of the gravel lane. It isn’t much and I count the seconds after I first hear the crunching of gravel under the car’s tyres. On three, I take a large step forward, bracing myself for the impact I know is coming.
An instant later, the front of Mrs Lantesk’s car hits me on my right side and I fly to the ground, instantly losing all sense of direction. Up is down, down is left and I am only certain of one thing.
I hurt.
Turns out, no matter how ready you are for it, no matter how much planning is involved, or how carefully you give in to the motion and roll to the floor to absorb as much of the momentum as possible... getting hit by a moving vehicle hurts.
The car comes to an abrupt halt an instant later, tyres screeching against the gravel. The engine dies and I hear the car door open. It is followed by a steady stream of feminine and high-pitched, ‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.’
Monica Lantesk must be wearing heels for I hear her feet tapping the pavement as she hurries towards where I lie sprawled.
‘Are you all right?’ she asks in between another chortle of oh-my-Gods.
I am, for the most part. I’m not seeing stars or anything and I take quick stock of the situation. Nothing seems broken; my glasses are missing, but I still have my cane in hand. I push myself up on one elbow and make a show of moving the cane about in what I hope is a dazed and confused manner. There is another wave of oh-my-Gods, as the woman realises I am blind and she starts to pat me awkwardly on the shoulder.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BLURB:
It is supposed to be Neve and Egan. Two partners, a team. What happens when a member of this team of Private Investigators is shot, prognosis unknown?
As Alexandra Neve lays comatose and defenceless, Ashford Egan must take on their enemy alone, and find the cagiest criminal Scotland Yard has seen in decades. Determined to succeed, Egan will stop at nothing. He’ll hit on married women, plant bugs, hire hitmen. And he’ll do it all blind, which makes things ten times as difficult.
Double-crossed by friends, convinced there is corruption in those sworn to uphold the law, Egan is forced to form unlikely alliances as he moves forward in a game that requires skills, nerves of steel, and a willingness to play against all odds.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Excerpt One:
A gentle wind is blowing, but it is too cold for the leaves to carry any scent. Seconds tick away, as I wait.
A few minutes before the half hour, I hear the whining of the Lantesks’ garage door and soon after the rumble of a car engine coming to life. Mrs Lantesk is on time to go to work.
Ten feet long the old woman had said of the gravel lane. It isn’t much and I count the seconds after I first hear the crunching of gravel under the car’s tyres. On three, I take a large step forward, bracing myself for the impact I know is coming.
An instant later, the front of Mrs Lantesk’s car hits me on my right side and I fly to the ground, instantly losing all sense of direction. Up is down, down is left and I am only certain of one thing.
I hurt.
Turns out, no matter how ready you are for it, no matter how much planning is involved, or how carefully you give in to the motion and roll to the floor to absorb as much of the momentum as possible... getting hit by a moving vehicle hurts.
The car comes to an abrupt halt an instant later, tyres screeching against the gravel. The engine dies and I hear the car door open. It is followed by a steady stream of feminine and high-pitched, ‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.’
Monica Lantesk must be wearing heels for I hear her feet tapping the pavement as she hurries towards where I lie sprawled.
‘Are you all right?’ she asks in between another chortle of oh-my-Gods.
I am, for the most part. I’m not seeing stars or anything and I take quick stock of the situation. Nothing seems broken; my glasses are missing, but I still have my cane in hand. I push myself up on one elbow and make a show of moving the cane about in what I hope is a dazed and confused manner. There is another wave of oh-my-Gods, as the woman realises I am blind and she starts to pat me awkwardly on the shoulder.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Cristelle Comby was born and raised in the French-speaking area of Switzerland, in Greater Geneva, where she still resides.
Thanks to her insatiable thirst for American and British action films and television dramas, her English is fluent.
She attributes to her origins her ever-peaceful nature and her undying love for chocolate. She has a passion for art, which also includes an interest in drawing and acting.
Blind Chess is her fourth new-adult novel in the Neve & Egan series.
Links :
Website: http://cristelle-comby.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/Cristelle
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Cristelle%20Comby&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CristelleComby
Cristelle Comby was born and raised in the French-speaking area of Switzerland, in Greater Geneva, where she still resides.
Thanks to her insatiable thirst for American and British action films and television dramas, her English is fluent.
She attributes to her origins her ever-peaceful nature and her undying love for chocolate. She has a passion for art, which also includes an interest in drawing and acting.
Blind Chess is her fourth new-adult novel in the Neve & Egan series.
Links :
Website: http://cristelle-comby.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/Cristelle
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Cristelle%20Comby&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CristelleComby
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