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Excerpt: Dark Tales: eVolume One by Elle Chambers

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                 WHEN DADDY COMES HOME


Opal Brown spit-shined the forks for that evening’s supper. She buffed out all the water stains with a crisp linen napkin. Her silverware needed to sparkle; dinner would be special.

Daddy was home. He’d been off living with some hot-butt trollop for three months. It didn’t last. He’d called that morning asking to come by and “see the girls.” Opal had told him to come around six.

He didn’t know she would make his favorites: pork loin, fried okra, and biscuits. She’d wanted to surprise him. She would put out the special dinnerware, not the cracked and discolored dishes they’d been used to. He’d get the plates and bowls with the silver trim finish – nothing but the best for him, see. She’d even do her hair up all fancy; dab on a little perfume. Just the way he liked.

Opal dressed the girls in their matching Sunday best even though it was a Tuesday.

They’d said they wanted to go live with Daddy, their lips poked out, wounded to be left behind. Opal had stroked their cheeks and said, “He’ll come back. He always do.”

She sat the girls one on either side of the table. Daddy sat at one end and Opal sat opposite.

The smell of peppery-lemon zest with an undertone of seared fat dripping in juices enveloped the room. Opal inhaled the aroma, satisfied. Dinner was done.

She donned her favorite oven mitts; the ones Daddy had given her on her birthday with little frosted cakes along the top, and took out the meat. She set the baking pan in the middle of the small table.

“Mmm,” she said. “Don’t that smell good, y’all?”

The girls and their Daddy stared at one another.

Opal pulled out her chair. She turned on her husband and winked. “Aren’t you glad you came back to us? The house just wasn’t the same without you, was it girls?”

She reached out and grasped one of each of her girls’ hands. The girls’ free hands rested inside their father’s open palms.

Opal wriggled in her chair to get comfortable.

“Now. Let’s all say grace.”

She bowed her head and thanked the Lord heavenly father for the meal they were about to receive, for each of her girls, but most of all, for the return of their daddy. Without him, there was no telling what Opal might do.

She ended her prayer with an “Amen”, then went around serving the food. When finished, she took her place back at the head of the table.

“I don’t want to boast you know, but I think this may be the best dinner I done made yet,” Opal said.

She smiled at her family. Their hands remained joined, but unfeeling; their full plates of food untouched; their eyes glazed over and unseeing.

She’d done good.

Opal stabbed up a forkful of moist meat and popped it in her mouth. She grinned.

Daddy was home. Just like she said he’d be. And that’s where they’d all stay.


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Spotlight On Debut Novel:

Preppy Little Liars

by Amber Turner

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About the book: Meg Little desperately wants to be editor-in-chief of the Haverton Gazette. The former editor just resigned to complete a stint in rehab for a raging Adderall addiction and the competition for his replacement is fierce.

When Margaret Bean, Haverton Prep’s star equestrian, is bucked from her horse two weeks before regionals, Meg believes she may have found the story that will win her the coveted editorship. Margaret’s a gold medal-winning rider – she doesn’t make mistakes.

But the rest of the school buys her fall as an accident. Even the Gazette’s lead photographer and Meg’s best friend Stephen thinks the fall was innocuous – until Meg shows him a photo of Margaret’s horse sporting a cut saddle after Margaret’s fall. Clearly the “accident” was sabotage.

Meg’s prime suspect: Margaret’s teammate and Meg’s arch-nemesis Kitty Cooper. Kitty’s the only member of the team who was MIA after the fall and she’s acting way too shifty for Meg’s taste. Against Margaret’s wishes to let broken girls lie, Meg launches an investigation into the girls’ private lives convinced her amateur sleuthing will uncover the evidence needed to take down Kitty once and for all.

And if Meg happens to achieve journalistic glory in the process of defending Margaret’s honor, that’s a sacrifice she’s willing to make.

As regionals approaches and the investigation veers off in unexpected directions, Meg learns the students of Haverton are far more dangerous than their plaid skirts and blazers suggest – and all the little liars on Margaret’s team have something to hide.

Five Facts about the Author

Biggest Lie Ever Told: Hmmm…that’s a tough one. I’m a writer and an actress so lying comes pretty naturally to me [laughs]. It’s a requirement to do the job. The biggest lie I ever told was probably telling people in high school (and early on in college) that I wasn’t a virgin when I really was. I wanted to be “cool” for a while and being 18 and still having your V-card was not considered cool. I thought it made me all mysterious and badass to present myself as a man-eater on the prowl, but really, all it did was make me feel like a total poseur.

Fact was, being a geeky wallflower who’d rather sit in her living room reading books and watching movies on a Friday night instead of going to parties, and never so much as kissing a boy for real, let alone sleeping with one, was cool – because it was what I liked doing. Having standards isn’t a bad thing. Not following the crowd, whether that involved sex, drinking, or experimenting with drugs (the latter of which I never did either), and doing what appealed to me wasn’t a bad thing. I wish I had figured that out sooner and spared myself some embarrassment, but it was a great lesson learned.

I’m cool because I say so – that’s all the validation I need. I hope that same spirit comes through the characters of Meg and Stephen in Preppy Little Liars. They don’t follow trends, they do what they like, and they don’t really care what their peers think. I wish I had these kids’ confidence when I was their age. That’s partly why I wrote this novel – to write a much cooler version of my high school self.

Guilty Pleasures: Everything on the Starbucks menu. You should see my debit card statements – every other charge is from that crack den. There, and Chipotle. Non-food/beverage guilty pleasures? There are so many of them so I’ll try to be brief and only list the ones I’m typically really embarrassed to admit to liking:

  • Gossip Girl (TV show):  I own the first two seasons on DVD (my favorite seasons – I loved Chair!) and need to get the rest at some point. Sure, it was a terribly written teen soap, but Ed Westwick and Leighton Meester absolutely killed it in their respective roles as Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf. Their dysfunctional relationship was like something out of a twisted gothic novel – I couldn’t get enough. And the show as a whole was like a teen Gatsby in terms of the decadence and lushness of everything from the clothes (oh, how I wish I had Serena van der Woodsen’s wardrobe) to the lavish parties they were constantly attending. What I wouldn’t give to be in that world for five minutes!
  • Fanfiction: I’ve got to admit, I’ve spent way too much time reading and writing this stuff. I finally “came out” as a fanfic writer to my co-workers a few years back and it was the most freeing experience [laughs]. I don’t think most of them had a clue what fanfic was or why I spent hours upon hours researching songs for various musical scenes for my Glee fic, so that helped.

High School Journalism Horror Stories: Again, this is a topic where I have so many, I could write a book! One of the ones that stands out to me was the day we went to a journalism conference in Columbus and our bus broke down, leaving us stranded two hours from home in a cramped auto shop (we had to wait there while the bus was serviced) with no food or drink. For four hours.

The thing that made it so awful was that I didn’t like the majority of my colleagues. Imagine the people you dislike the most. Then, imagine being trapped somewhere with them, with no escape in sight, for four, flipping hours! Luckily, two of my friends were there to keep me from snapping whenever one of my fellow staff members said something mildly racist or just plain dumb (yeah, I went to that kind of school with those kind of people). It was a nightmare.

Biggest Inspirations: That’s hard. Most of my inspirations tend to be famous people. Someone like Prince, for example: this is a guy who dressed in women’s underwear, high heels, and sang rock music in Minneapolis when other black musicians just weren’t doing that. But he didn’t care if he got booed off stages. He played the music he wanted to play and dressed the way he wanted to dress no matter what anyone had to say. He frequently changes up his look and sound – he’s a real trailblazer, and an incredible artist, and he inspired me to make music from a very early age. If I ever met him in real life, I think I’d have a heart attack on the spot. That dude is just too cool. There’s no one like him; he’s an original.

Stephen King is another inspiration. I started reading his novels when I was four so he was the first real storyteller I can remember reading and loving. The way he can craft a plot and draw a character is like no one else working in genre fiction today. I wish I could be half the storyteller he is – I haven’t liked every story he’s done, but he has written some truly captivating stuff that I could re-read again and again.

And I had some great English teachers who encouraged my writing from a young age. I remember my second grade teacher, Ms. Parkinson, sat me on her lap one day and told me I had a wonderful imagination and that I should be a writer when I grew up. Every single teacher I had after that said the same thing. My fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Huggins, had me write a play for our class to perform, and my Honors English teacher my senior year of high school told me she fully expected to see my name on bookstore shelves one day. (In about ten years’ time, people will be reading this going, “Bookstores? What’s a bookstore?!”)

But my favorite English and writing teachers I had were the ones I worked with in college. He might not be thrilled to hear this, and I don’t know if he still works at Drexel or not, but Professor Stein was the inspiration for the Mr. Murphy character in Preppy Little Liars. Although I hasten to add, Professor Stein is a much better person than my character! [laughs] Seriously, he was one of the coolest people I had the pleasure to know and one of the funniest, too.

On the Self-Publishing Decision: There are many reasons why I chose to go this route. Like most writers, I dreamed of clinching a traditional New York City publishing contract. I think last year, I even made the incredibly embarrassing statement over on the NaNoWriMo forums that self-publishing would be my last resort for if/when I couldn’t snag an agent.

Boy, have times (and opinions) changed. It may surprise some people, but I didn’t even attempt to go traditional with Preppy Little Liars, or with any other novel for that matter. I finished my first novel, a supernatural suspense, last December and thought I’d spend the majority of 2013 editing the hell out of it to get it into publishing shape. I was then going to shop it around to agents and do the whole traditional song and dance.

But then I read author Dean Wesley Smith’s blog series called “Killing the Sacred Cows of Publishing,” where he broke down the economics of being a traditionally published author v. going it alone. I realized, from an economic standpoint, I’d probably do much better as a self-pubbed author than as a mid-list author at a major publishing house. I had no illusions that my supernatural suspense novel was going to be a huge blockbuster – those stories are much rarer than you think – and if I was only going to be making pennies on a dime for my work, I thought, why not just produce it myself and cut out the middle man? Why pay an agent 15% of a miniscule advance and why let a publishing house take 80% of a modest royalty?

It just didn’t seem smart to me on a business level.

Then, my overtime hours at my day job were cut, I got really sick and had a ton of medical bills I wasn’t going to be able to pay roll in and everything seemed to be spiraling out of control. And for someone like me who needs to be in control of things 24/7, this was terrifying. But I said to myself, “You’re a writer – write,” and decided that that was how I was going to help myself get out of financial trouble. The idea for the Meg Little series came to me and the rest is history.

The first draft of PLL was written in 19 days and the response I received from five different beta readers was overwhelming – they loved it. I thought for sure some people wouldn’t get it, but the feedback I’ve gotten has been more along the lines of, “How fast can you write book two and get it to me? I need to read it now!” So that definitely strengthened my resolve to self-pub. I can get my work out to my readers on my schedule and I don’t have to worry about someone dictating to me what I can or can not write. It’s a good feeling. And I’m pumped for book two!

Preppy Little Liars is tentatively slated for release June 21st in print via Amazon’s CreateSpace. E-book versions will be available shortly after the print release. Stay tuned for more info!