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One Shade: An Interview with Mr. Gray

It's no secret if you've come here at all at least one time that I am a writer. The quality of my writing is, of course, subjective. And soon to be a topic of international debate, if I have my way.

What is NOT  a topic for debate is that I have some amazingly talented friends. And being the awesome friend that I am, I do my best to help them when I can, if I can. That's part of what an artist-any artist-should do. They should lift each other up. It's all about the concept that a rising tide lifts all ships in the harbor, not just yours.

Todd, what the holy hell does that have to do with Mr. Gray? Are you going to give us some multiple shades of gray bullshit??

No. No I am not.

What I am going to give you is some insight and some information on a book I could not put down.

First off, let me tell you this.

This blog post is part of a blog blitz that I joined to help promote this book.  There are some cool things that can happen as a result. Namely three. You can win stuff. My friend gets book sales and new readers. And I get to help a friend and fellow author get more of her work out in to the world. It's  win-win-win all the way around! It's like a threesome of win!


The book is One Shade of Gray. The author is Monica Corwin.  I was fortunate enough to be one of the advance readers for this book and I could not put it down. OK, technically, I wasn't holding it as it was an electronic copy, but I could not turn away from the screen. For four hours I was transfixed.

Not only do I rarely ever do that with books (mainly free time and my undiagnosed ADD are to blame), but I rarely read them as fast as I did. 4 hours. That was the time. I found the time to read it because I didn't really sleep that night. I read. This book.

Before I go to much farther, though, I'd like to do something that I have never done on this blog.
I would like to turn it over to a guest author, at least for a bit.

I've asked Mr. Dorian Gray, one of the stars of this book if he wouldn't mind popping on over to ye olde bloggy blog and giving us a top ten. I at first asked for top ten pickup lines. I didn't hear from him. Thankfully Monica intervened and suggested I ask Dorian to give us something a little more refined.

Here, my friends, is Dorian Gray's list of Top Ten Books and why he adores them so.

Why anyone would want to know my taste in books I certainly have no idea but, I’m happy to oblige. Here are my top ten favorite books.
  1. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas I’m also partial to The Three Musketeers as well. You can’t go wrong with an 800-page tome on vengeance, retribution, or atonement.
  2. American Gods by Neil Gaiman In my day, people were shunned for books like this. It was called Blasphemy. Which is why I find the book so amazing. This author’s mind astounds even me.
  3. Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling Another amazing fantasy epic that makes me forget how long I’ve been alive while I gallivant around as a teenage boy. 
  4. The Murders in the Rue Morgue by Edgar Allan Poe A classic horror/suspense story set in one of my favorite cities…They call Edgar Allan Poe one of the founders of mystery fiction and Auguste Dupin never disappoints me. I wish we could have seen more of him in Poe’s time. (And no I never met the man)
  5. Dracula by Bram Stoker A classic “monster” book back when monsters were de rigueur and I love how this monster always stays a monster. In today’s society when vampires sparkle this book reminds me that some creatures aren’t worth saving.
  6. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury Whenever I think about this book one particular quote comes to mind: “Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds.“ This reminded me of my youth but with far less vigor and more empathy. This book reminds me to live while still caring for the rest of the living. 
  7. The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster What is not to love about this classic tale? It makes me warm, happy, and let’s me be outside myself in the same way Harry Potter does for me.
  8. The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein – This book is one I could have used in my younger years. I adore the short tale. Another book that reminds me to treat others with kindness and respect. After 150 years it can sometimes be difficult. I often see myself and everyone else as “them.”
  9. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig A classic story of travel that makes me want to venture around the world (no matter how many times I’ve been).
  10. A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court by Mark Twain This is another author I could have met that I failed to. Mark Twain takes a classic “fish out of water” story and elevates it to something much more fun. I enjoy this book when I’m feeling out of my element in the modern world.
I hope this list has given you something to read, or a new author to embrace, perhaps. I have  multiple copies of each of these in my own library and wish the same on every other person in the world.   -D.G.
Wow.

That was awesome. I have read all of those books. I am nowhere near on the level of Dorian as far as sophistication, but at least our libraries have some of the same books. That's kind of cool.

You know what else is cool? Giveaways. And as another first on this blog, I'm giving you a chance to win stuff.

You can enter for a chance to win one of the following:

  • $50 Amazon Gift Card
  • One of three signed copies of One Shade of Gray for your very only library.

All you have to do is click HERE.  The link will take you to the RaffleCopter site to enter.


I feel I would be remiss if I didn't give you some high level details of the book. I am not going to post any spoilers so don't ask, but here are the relevant details.


One Shade of Gra
by Monica Corwin 
Publication date: September 26th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance


Synopsis:

My name is Dorian Gray. You might think you know my story? Please. That was just the beginning. Not the end. I’ve lived over 100 years. I don’t know why. I’ve sinned, deeply, but haven’t we all?
Now Sybil is back. Her name is Izzy and she looks the same. Smells the same. Walks the same…but everything else about her is different. Stronger. Bolder. I want her more than ever.
I should keep her safe, and keep my hands to myself. But those dark parts of my soul still linger. I won’t lose her again.

Seriously, reading the synopsis makes me want to read the book again. I've got it on my Kindle, iBooks, and a printed copy is on the way. 

I think I have teased you enough, I'm sorry about that. But if you know me at all, you know I do enjoy a good tease. But I wouldn't leave you hanging for too long.  Here are the links so you can get your own copy of One Shade of Gray by Monica Corwin.

I'm going to sign off now, my dear readers and friends. I think I've given you enough to think about. I would love to hear how right I was about the book. Or, tell me how full of crap I am. Either way, go read the book. Love it or hate it, but read it either way!

And if you want to get to know Monica a little better and get in on some of her other amazing books, you can do so by catching up on any of the standard social media avenues.


Until we meet again, have an awesomesauce day!

-Todd




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