Tarnished
Gold Virtual Book Tour
To celebrate the
release of my old Hollywood era novel, Tarnished Gold, I have embarked on a
virtual book tour.
Giveaway:
( Ebook
giveaways at each stop. Random commenter's choice from my backlist (Tarnished
Gold excluded)
Signed
8x10 glossies of Jack Abadie
Grand Prize is
a Kindle, along with the winner's choice of five (5) of my backlist titles,
sent to them by email.
Rules:
Easy.
Leave a comment at one or all the stops. At each stop, a random commenter will
be selected to win their choice of backlist book (Tarnished Gold excluded.)
This selection will be made daily throughout the tour, except where blog owners
wish to extend the eligibility. Be sure to leave an email address in your
comment.
All
names of commenters and their email addresses will be put into the drawing for
the Kindle, even if they have won the daily drawing. The more comments you make
the more chances you have to win.
Other
prizes include five (5) 8x10 glossies of Jack Abadie, signed. The winners will
be selected on April 10, from all the commenters at all the stops, and notified
by email.
The
Grand Prize winner will be selected on April 10th and notified by email. Once I
have heard from the winner and obtained a shipping address, I will order the
Kindle and have it shipped directly to the winner. They will also be eligible
to select five (5) of my backlist titles and I will email them to the winner.
Contest
valid in the United States.
Full
schedule for the Tarnished
Gold Virtual Book Tour
Guest Post:
How
much of me goes into my books?
I'm often asked if some of my books have any hidden
biographical elements to them. The question got me thinking about how much of
me I actually do put into the characters and the stories.
While I can say that I have never visited a sex
club, I can also say that I've read a lot about them. In that research, the
Sapphire Club was born. The series is set during the Regency era, just outside London,
on an estate where the well-heeled can go and let their hair down.
Other
than adopting some names from my family tree – Lucien, the owner of the club, was
named for my husband's great grandfather, and Damrill came from my father's
family tree. Prentice Hyde, the subject of Lord Decedent's Obsession, possesses
many characteristics of a young man who was in my father's Boy Scout troop –
affable, always smiling. Prentice does bear a striking resemblance to Tyrone
Power, as Lucien is very much Clark Gable to me.
Do my personal thoughts of morality enter into the
creation of situations? I'm not sure. I'm a live and let live person, and
usually scoff at strictures that make no sense in our time.
Relative to my writing, I recently had to admit to
myself that I write with the hero in mind, rather than the heroine. Therefore,
when I write a woman, it doesn't occur to me to write her as myself. I'm not
nearly as brave or feisty as any of my heroines are, nor do I aspire to be.
I grew up in a time when premarital sex wasn't as
openly discussed as it today. In high school, what I knew about sex fit into a
thimble, with room for a finger. It wasn't discussed, at least in my world.
Even in historical romances, the couple eventually
get around to having sex, and most likely, without the benefit of marriage.
I've read some reviews where readers ridicule such a premise, but my internal
answer is, this generation didn't invent sex, no more than mine did. Debauchery
existed long before any of us.
I have to suppose that if I examine each character
I've created, there must be some of me in them, but I would say that it is more
the me I'd be if I didn't have the experience and years behind me. In other
words, braver.
When I was eighteen and just out of school, I ran
away from an oppressive home and moved to Boston. I look back at that time now,
and wonder where I got the guts to plunge myself into the big city, when I had
lived in a small farm town in Upstate New York all my life. I found a job at an
insurance company and I strutted the streets of Bean Town like I owned the
place, until I was accosted one Friday morning. Nothing happened but a tussle
and my insistence that I could carry my suitcase by myself (after work, I was
going to visit friends for the weekend.) I shudder when I think about it,
because another girl in the boarding house was raped the next day, in the very
same spot that I had managed to shuck away and dash for the subway. From that
day on, my boyfriend met me in the morning and in the evening and walked me
back to the house.
That experience, and that of my friend, shaped the
way I raised my girls, and my son. They are all vigilant people today, my son
the first one to defend someone in need.
My heroes are composites of those close to me,
possessed of qualities I most admire—steadfastness, kindness, ambition, caring
for others. They are smart, and always handsome, as beauty is indeed in the eye
of the beholder. Often, they are ambivalent to their parents, most often their
father, because that is me. I had a terrible relationship with my father and
while I might make my hero a good father (like my husband,) the main
character's relationship with his father is usually flawed.
I am very close to my siblings, as are my
characters. My sister, though we are six years apart in age and physically,
hundreds of miles away from each other, remains one of my closest friends. My stories
often reflect sibling closeness.
Tarnished
Gold
reflects my deep interest in early Hollywood. My father was enthralled by
movies and as though genetic, I am too. I love the glamour, the affected
speech, a product of elocution coaches when silents died in favor of talkies, the
"always on" manner that the stars had at that time. No going out in
raggedy clothes and hair mussed. They were stars through and through.
This interest extended to ravenous reading. I've
read biographies of every movie star that held my interest. For years, I've
steeped myself in culture of old Hollywood, a place that was quite different
these days.
As a boy and a young man, Jack Abadie, my character
in Tarnished Gold, spends hours in the darkened balcony of the Prytania Theater
in New Orleans, watching Wallace Reid on the screen. He dreams of one day
becoming a star. With his head in the clouds, he goes to Los Angeles, much as I
went to Boston, not knowing where he'd live or work, but knowing he had to be
there.
That
part of Jack is from my early experience of setting out into the world, unsure
as to what I'd find at the other end, but knowing that I couldn't stay planted
in my small hometown. Jack's manner is very much like people I know, having
lived in Louisiana for many years. Cajuns use cher (dear in French) all the time, as does Jack with Wyatt. While
his speech and accent were scrubbed for the movies, Jack never lost his Cajun
roots. He hires a woman from Louisiana to cook for him and amid the pretention
of Hollywood, he favors the foods he grew up on—gumbo, etouffee, and over-sweet
iced tea, the Southern cure-all drink. I know people who have the stuff running
through their veins.
I dreamt of stardom in those early days, but
strictly from the standpoint of the glamour I so adored in the old films I
watched regularly. Sassy broads and macho men—yes, that made for heady watching
on those early mornings when I'd curl up on the sofa and turn on what were old
movies even then. I suppose, in some way, I lived out that dream through Jack.
My belief that love is love is deeply embedded in the
text of Tarnished Gold. Dreamer than I am, I hope one day, we can have marriage
without labels and love without fear.
Here's
the blurb for Tarnished Gold:
In 1915, starstruck Jack Abadie strikes
out for the gilded streets of the most sinful town in the country—Hollywood.
With him, he takes a secret that his country hometown would never
understand.
After years of hard
work and a chance invitation to a gay gentlemen's club, Jack is discovered.
Soon, his talent, matinee idol good looks, and affable personality propel him
to the height of stardom. But fame breeds distrust.
Meeting Wyatt Maitland
turns Jack’s life upside down. He wants to be worthy of his good fortune, but
old demons haunt him. Only through Wyatt's strength can Jack face that which
keeps him from being the man he wants to be. Love without trust is empty.
As the 1920s roar,
scandals rock the movie industry. Public tolerance of Hollywood's decadence has
reached its limit. Under pressure to clean up its act, Jack’s studio issues an
ultimatum. Either forsake the man he loves and remain a box office darling, or
follow his heart and let his shining star fade to tarnished gold.
Read an excerpt and purchase the Tarnished Gold ebook
or print,
signed by the author (if one of the first twenty sold.)
I also have For
Men Like Us, which takes place during the Regency in England. You can find
it at Dreamspinner Press. Just click the title to be magically transported.
Blurb for For Men Like Us:
After Preston Meacham’s lover dies
trying to lend him aid at Salamanca, hopelessness becomes his only way of life.
Despite his best efforts at starting again, he has no pride left, which leads
him to sell himself for a pittance at a molly house. The mindless sex affords
him his only respite from the horrors he witnessed.
The Napoleonic War left Benedict Wilmot haunted by the acts he was forced to commit and the torture he endured at the hands of a superior, a man who used the threat of a gruesome death to force Ben to do his bidding. Even sleep gives Ben no reprieve, for he can’t escape the destruction he caused.
When their paths cross, Ben feels an overwhelming need to protect Preston from his dangerous profession. As he explains, “The streets are dangerous for men like us.”
The Napoleonic War left Benedict Wilmot haunted by the acts he was forced to commit and the torture he endured at the hands of a superior, a man who used the threat of a gruesome death to force Ben to do his bidding. Even sleep gives Ben no reprieve, for he can’t escape the destruction he caused.
When their paths cross, Ben feels an overwhelming need to protect Preston from his dangerous profession. As he explains, “The streets are dangerous for men like us.”
About
Brita Addams:
Born
in Upstate New York, Brita Addams has made her home in the sultry south for
many years. Brita's home is a happy place, where she lives with her real-life
hero, her husband, and a fat cat named Stormee.
She writes, for the
most part, erotic historical romance, both het and m/m, which is an ideal fit,
given her love of British and American history. Setting the tone for each
historical is important. Research plays an indispensible part in the writing of
any historical work, romance or otherwise. A great deal of reading and study
goes into each work, to give the story the authenticity it deserves.
As a reader, Brita
prefers historical works, romances and otherwise. She believes herself born in
the wrong century, though she says she would find it difficult to live without
air conditioning.
Brita and her husband
love to travel, particularly cruises and long road trips. They completed a
Civil War battlefield tour a couple of years ago, and have visited many places
involved in the American Revolutionary War.
In May, 2013, they are
going to England for two weeks, to visit the places Brita writes about in her
books, including the estate that inspired the setting for her Sapphire Club
series. Not the activities, just the floor plan. J
A bit of trivia – Brita
pronounces her name, Bree-ta, like the woman's name, and oddly, not like the
famous water filter.
Please
visit me at any of these online locations:
Twitter: @britaaddams
Thank you Kiki, for having me today.
ReplyDeleteIt was done and I portray that in Tarnished Gold. It is an era that I never tire of. There will be more Hollywood stories from me for sure.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful, Brita. It always gets to me when artists share not only their work but the pain and joys that have led them to create.
ReplyDeleteI found it fascinating that you had the relationship you describe with your father and yet you shared this love of these movies together which led to a lifetime of joy with them and to creating this (and other) works. Parents are not perfect, some more imperfect than others, but it's lovely when we can at least look at something good we got from them.
Thank you for sharing!
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The relationship with my dad was really rocky, particularly after I I hit high school, and the years after were not happy. However, he passed away in 2005, a very unhappy man, and I can't hold onto old animosities.
ReplyDeleteI think we learn from every relationship, good and bad. Our mutual love of movies and stars is something that I can remember about him and somehow, it negates a lot of the negativity.
Glad to see you along the tour trail.
Cool you include family names in your books
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I do that quite often, or should I say, in every book, somewhere.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by.
This was very interesting thank you. I always do imagine that bits of authors do go into their books. I didn't word that very well.
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Thank you so much for posting about this. It's a nice insight!
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I love that you put yourself into your books...it makes for such a great read.
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