THE WINDFIRE SERIES

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

A Post Lady Jane's Salon Reading BONUS!

Hey there! So...like I said yesterday, I am going to give you all a taste of a section from Identity, book five in the Windfire Saga, that came out in May.

WARNING: NEXT PARAGRAPH HOLDS A SPOILER ON THE END OF BOOK FOUR, AS DOES THE VERY END OF THE READING SEGMENT, SO FYI...YOUR CHOICE. :)


 I love this scene because it not only has most of our main characters, but it shows exactly how messed up Atlanta (aka Windfire) is after losing her soul at the end of book four (Cydonia). As you may remember, Vampire Sickness causes the individual to really focus on the idea of survival. Shelter, food, water, clothes, companionship, and the ability to fend for yourself be it fighting or any of the previously mentioned items. So to her, it's kill or be killed...black or white...there is no gray...

That said, let me set up this scene.

Roman surprises Gray by taking him to the club to see Jensine and Windfire. However, near the end of the night, Windfire eliminates the competition in a way that does not settle well with everyone, and could possibly put other lives in jeopardy.

SELECTION FROM CHAPTER 11; IDENTITY

“I don’t understand what the big deal is,” Windfire muttered.

Rachel got into her face, pointing, “No, you wouldn’t, you broken piece of―”

“Rachel!” Jensine cut her off.

“Fine…fine…I’ll get us all some coffee…” Rachel said, stepping back.

“Thank you,” Jensine responded.

Rachel’s hands went up in defeat before she headed into the kitchen, leaving everyone except Hunter, who’d taken the kids to their dorms, to deal with the situation.

Windfire personally didn’t understand why everyone was so upset. Roman wouldn’t even look at her for more than a few seconds before anger got the better of him. He would begin to turn red, pace about the room, and mutter to himself.

Raising his voice this time, Roman said, “If Javin dies because of you…because we weren’t able to question what’s-her-name…”

“Candi,” Jensine said. “Her name was, Candi-with-an-‘I’. Of all people, I can’t believe you don’t remember her…she spent half the night up your―”

The phone rang. Roman ran into the kitchen and snatched up the receiver. Rachel was heard making a comment about how she could’ve gotten it, stating that Roman was being an uptight, controlling tosser. Hearing this, Jensine stood to head into the kitchen to diffuse the tension, when Roman stepped into the archway between the kitchen and living room, still on the phone, the long cord stretching out behind him.

“Is it Javin?” Jensine whispered to him.

He nodded and everyone in the room seemed to exhale at once.

“Did he get Gabriel?” Jensine whispered, again.

This time Roman held up a finger to ask her to hold on. Jensine grumbled something under her breath about giving him a finger, and plopped onto the couch. Josh sat and put his arm around her, urging her head onto his shoulder. She let it drop there and he ruffled her hair as Hunter came into the room.

“Kids are all in bed. What’d I miss?”

“A lot of yelling,” Josh said.

“Damn…ya know how I love a lot of yellin’!” he said with a twinkle in his eye and a wink at Jensine who couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Roman’s on the phone with Javin getting the update now,” Gray told Hunter, from his curled up, fetal position on the end of the L-shaped sofa. It was the first words he’d spoken since they left the club.

Windfire’s eyes rested on Gray for a moment, his body language telling her everything. He was freaked out over what she’d done, but there was more to it. What had Jensine whispered to Rachel as they arrived? His heart was broken? But why? Frustrated at what she didn’t understand, Windfire turned her attention back to the room.

Hunter plopped down on the sofa between Jensine and Gray, “It’s going to be fine, y’all. Gray, you saved the day by hearing that conversation. If you hadn’t, Phoenix wouldn’t know there are more people in Boston out to kidnap Gabe. That was a smart move, following the blonde chick—”

“Her name was Candi and she was a person and she’s dead now—” Gray started to say.

“She was going to kill you!” Windfire blurted out before she could stop herself.

Sitting up, Gray yelled back, “You could’ve thrown her, shoved her, anything…but no, you break her neck and set her on fire! Who does that?”

Windfire walked over to him, “It’s all that came to mind. She was going to kill you…” she reached to put a hand on his arm.

“Don’t you touch me!” Gray screamed out, pulling away from her.

“I’m not going to hurt you!” she yelled back.

“Can we all please be quiet so I can talk on the phone?” Roman pleaded, his frustrated voice carrying over the group.

Everyone muttered a ‘sorry’ of some kind and Windfire walked back over to the big chair and sat down. They all stayed silent until Roman finished his conversation and returned to the living room.

He sat on the arm of the sofa, next to Josh. “Our call to Phoenix before we left the club paid off. They were able to take extra safety measures and get Gabriel to the mansion before daylight without being followed. Plus, Sean was able to alert them to a tracking device in the luggage. They removed Gabe’s and slipped it into another person’s bag.

“Since two members of the Clandestine Protection Agency were busy escorting Gabriel to the mansion, Javin sent the other three to follow the person who has the tracking device, to see if we can find this Talan guy Candi was talking to. Last he heard from Joe, they had two men in their sights and were tailing them pretty close. We hope to have them in custody soon.”

“Well, good riddance to them! They threatened my mother and Jensine!”

“What, you rather we burn them alive, too?” Gray offered up, venomously.

“Gray,” Jensine said, pinching the bridge of her nose, “You need to calm down. We won’t get anywhere if―”

“No, we need to talk about the fact that little Miss Lost-my-brain over there killed a woman and seems to not care one way or the other about it.”

“Why should I care? She was going to hurt people, Gray! It’s either kill or be killed.”

“There are other options,” he said through his teeth.

“What? Capture? Torture? Cause that’s more humane,” Windfire said, aiming for heavy sarcasm.

“Who are you?” Gray said. “Cause I sure as hell don’t know you.”

Something inside her abruptly hurt and she didn’t understand why. Shoving the feeling down into her gut, she stood. “I saved your putrid life, you dog…maybe I should’ve let her eat you…would you have preferred that?”

Standing, Gray said, “I can handle myself just fine!”

“Oh, sure you can. Totally looked like it as you stood there, motionless, mesmerized by her vampire stare…” Windfire stole a glance at Roman and continued with, “like some others in the room.” Pausing, she added, “She was part witch and she was working some sort of spell on you both. She spoke about hurting my mother and she was about to kill you…so I’m sorry if I saved your life. I promise, I won’t do that again!”

Windfire turned and ran out of the front door and into the mesa. With no idea where she was going, she ran away from the people who didn’t understand the rules. You either kill or you die, there is nothing else. How could they not see that?

She ran until she reached the front door. Opening it, she ran out into the morning air, the rising sun lighting the sky. She looked around and decided to head into the woods. She’d go find her mother and tell her what was going on…she’d understand.

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Hunter stood up and took two steps toward the front door.

“Let her go,” Roman said.

“She could go tell Mommy Dearest everything and then its wire hangers for us all,” Hunter pointed out.

“She won’t. She just needs time to organize her thoughts. Remember, Vampire Sickness makes it hard to think clearly on almost anything,” Roman explained.

“Then what’s your excuse?” Jensine asked.

Roman stood. “I think she did a spell on me.”

“Who? Candi?” Josh asked.

“No, Windfire. I’m not even sure she knows she did…but I honestly couldn’t tell you what Candi looked like, let alone what she said to me. All I know is what you all told me.”

“If she’s doing magic without knowing it, I really should go after her,” Hunter said, taking another few steps toward the door.

“No,” Jensine said. “Give her half an hour.”

“Fine. But if she’s not back by then I’ll go find her.”

Roman disagreed. “Actually, it should be Jensine that goes…or me. But yes, if she’s not back soon, we’ll go get her. Our bigger issue right now is that there’s a third player in town. Someone who is on our side but who thinks we support Valencia. With good reason, but still.”

“Agreed,” Gray commented.

Hunter sat next to Jensine, again. “What do we do about it?”

“Well, we got a small break. It seems that one of the two who were sent to the Boston airport for Gabe, is a cat lover. Lance could smell the hairs on the guy when the wind blew.”

“And that helps us how?” Josh asked.

“Well, if you’re a cat lover and you find a lost cat in your car that looks like a baby tiger…” Roman began to explain.

Gray was the first one to get it. “No way! Lance, in kitty cat form, is in their car…are you serious?”

“As serious as napalm,” Roman said. “Each member of the CPA has a chip embedded in their body as a tracking device. So, Joe and Jay can follow the car yet be far enough back that the two guys have no idea, plus, Lance is in the front seat of the car on the lap of the passenger and listening to every word.”

“So do we consider them allies or enemies?” Jensine asked.

“A little of both. They obviously are against Valencia, like we all are—but they don’t know we exist. Hell, if they’re based in Canada they may not even be part of The Great Order…they could just be a group of Hybrids who also know what Valencia is up to and want to stop her.”

“But by trying to kill Gabe and Thea? That doesn’t make any sense,” Josh stated.

“Question is,” Hunter said, “what will they do when they find out they failed?”

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Anyway...hope you enjoyed that! If you are interested in buying Identity, you can get it in paperback by going HERE or in E-reader copy by going HERE.

Thanks for stopping by the blog...and stay tuned for more fun stuff now that it's easy for me to post things again!

Have a great hump-day, folks!

xoxo

Tamsin :)

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Lady Jane's Salon Reading at Madame X


So...first off, a HUGE thank you to those who came to see me do my first reading of my work in NYC last night! It was gross out and you still made it, so thank you so very very much! Here are a few of them (missing from the pic are Emily, Erin, and Stacey). From L to R: Alexis, Lauren, Taylor, Larissa, and Sam.


For those of you who missed it, I ended up reading last and I can say, with much joy in my heart....that I didn't trip on the stairs of the stage either going up or coming down...so to me, that's a huge win! ;)

But seriously, the reading went well, and I got a lot of positive feedback not just on my past theatrical training (which comes in wickedly handy when doing something like this) but on the characters and the premise of the book. I only got to read from my Contemporary Romance, Duality of Surrender, which isn't available to purchase (so don't go thinking, "wait, when did that come out?"). It is, however been requested by a publisher and I will send them the full manuscript in the next two weeks.

Now, before I paste that piece here for you folks who missed the event, I think you should see what Madame X's looks like...


Yes...this brothel looking place, full of red lights, red furniture, red lamps and well...red everything, is just the upstairs loft at Madame X's and that stage in the far back is where we stood, with REALLY white lights on us, and a backdrop that said Lady Jane's Salon. Now, with how dark skinned I am (yes...that is sarcasm), you can imagine how I look in these bright lights.  You can't...oh, by all means...here you go:


Well, maybe I don't seem too pale here, but that's only because my friend, Leanna Rene Hieber, is more pale than I... LOL! :)  In this pic, I'm telling the audience a bit about what I write and what they're about to hear while she lowers the mic for me...cause it was at my forehead. HA!

Anyway, I told them how I usually write YA Urban Fantasy (motioning to my five books on the coffee table in the audience) and then explained to them what I told you at the top of this blog about the romance novel.

Once at the mic...I put on my reading glasses to make sure I didn't have any issues...

...and told them that I was reading a scene where Topher Matthews (the most talked about British actor out ATM) and Courtney Behrent (an up and coming American author) are stuck in an elevator together, and just survived the elevator falling 10 floors and are stuck, waiting for to hear back from security on if they can find someone to get them out.

I chose to flip this story about. Many romance novels, the woman falls for the man and has to grow to love her. In DoS, Topher knows he is infatuated with her. It is Courtney who is hesitant of him. In the scene I read she's...well, she's rather pissed off at him, with good reason. So...here you go...the section I read to them, minus the great voice I gave Mac (obviously), the elevator repair guy (...just know it was a bit Brooklyn...):

SELECTION FROM DUALITY OF SURRENDER:

“Oiy! Pick up!” A voice on the phone yelled out, interrupting them.

Topher lifted the dangling receiver and held it in a way where both he and Courtney could hear. “Hello?”

“Is this Topher Matthews?”

“It is. Who is this?”

“Hey! My name’s Mac. I work on the elevators for a lot of the buildings around here. Lucky for you, I was having lunch next door. So, the good news is the elevator is sturdy as a rock. You'll not be fallin’.”

“That is good news,” Topher replied.

“The bad news is that she's sturdy and stuck like a rock. We're going to need a bit more time since you’re between floors. Once we ease ya up or down we can pry the doors open for you and your lady.”

“I'm not his―” Courtney attempted to say, but Topher cut her off.

“How long do you think it will take?”

“Fifteen minutes, give or take. Thirty, tops. So just hang in up there and we'll be in touch. Oh, and I'm supposed to tell you to leave the phone off the hook. So, you know, they can hear if you need help or something.”

“Fine. Not a problem,” Topher said.

“Good. Next time you hear my voice, it should be through the door. See ya soon.”

“God willing.”

“I'm good at what I do, Mr. Matthews. Just you and your lady hang tight.”

“I'm not his lady!” Courtney yelled out.

“He's gone,” Topher told her, letting the receiver hang down again.

“Ugh. Well, at least we can move around.” Courtney stepped away from him into the center of the car. “So, since we have fifteen minutes at least, why don't you answer my question?”

He leaned against the elevator wall. “Which was?”

“Did you stage the run in last night?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Because I wanted  to―”

Courtney didn’t care about his why. “Including the reporter and camera?”

“Yes, but let me explain―”

“You son of a bitch. How dare you play with my life like it's a damn theatrical production!? You had no right! Last night or on that damn morning show, where you not only embarrassed me, but my family as well!” She turned to face him. “Not to mention, some fan of yours made it a point of making a scene in a public place to tell me how ugly I was. Oh, and that you must have just felt sorry for me. Ha!”

Topher stepped toward her, “Courtney…”

“Don't,” she ordered him, backing away.

Topher didn’t comply, and soon was close enough that her hands pressed against his chest. She noted that they shook as much as her insides, primarily because she couldn't hold the rolling emotions back anymore. Tears from last night and a month ago sprung into her eyes. Courtney looked at the ceiling in an attempt to blink them away, but a few escaped, upsetting her further.

“You have no right to talk badly about me! My poor father was in the ICU and you were trashing me! Why!?” She shoved him and he let her. “What does it do for you? I don't understand! Make me understand!”

Topher stepped quickly, cupping her face with his hand, and moving into her space before she could stop him. With only a quick, ardent look, his mouth crushed down on hers. Lips that were hot and hungry, desperate and captivating, possessed her in a way she'd never felt before.

The kiss deepened and Topher's long fingers slid into her hair at the nape of her neck, grabbing on while his other hand slid down the curve of her to nestle into the small of her back. Pulling her into him, he moved them until her back hit he wall.

Courtney’s hand slid from his chest, to wrap around the back of his neck. He tasted of oranges and black tea with a hint of cinnamon and smelled like cologne from the gods, causing her to heart to speed up and a purr to vibrate deep in her throat. Hearing this, Topher paused long enough to intake air before ravaging her mouth again, molding his body to hers, and exuding a moan of pleasure. She could feel every muscle of his tighten and release as he devoured her, lips moving to travel along her jaw to her neck before coming back to tug at her bottom lip with his teeth.

“Topher...” she whispered against his mouth before he could begin again.

“Shhh...don’t...” he rested his forehead on hers, as they both attempted to catch their breath, his thumb lightly dragging along her jaw line. After a moment, his lips gently brushed hers before saying, “I'm sorry.”

“Sorry?” she asked, needing clarification.

“I'm sorry I'm such a pratt.”

“Um...okay?”

He pulled back to look at her, his eyes more green now than blue. “I'm sorry I hurt you. I never intended for that to happen. That's what I was coming to your room to say. I wasn't able to sleep last night. In fact, I've not slept well since I found out about your father. You've been on my mind since the night we met and I am sorry for ruining your life. I sometimes forget to think of how things I say will be received, and dear god, stop me from blathering on, please?”

To do so, she put her lips on his, the kiss soft and brief, only lingering on departure when she replaced her lips with a finger to keep him from speaking. “Thank you for the apology.”

“Why do I hear a 'but' coming?” he mumbled behind her finger.

She took her hand away. “But…kissing me and saying you're sorry doesn't fix this.”

“I know. I didn't think it would. I just happen to find you fascinating and you are downright beautiful when you’re angry. Not that you're not beautiful when you're not upset, it’s just―”

“Wow, for a man who deals with people for a living, you do ramble on.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Brad says that all the time. I trip over myself mostly when I'm nervous.”

“Why would I, of all people, make you nervous?”

His gaze traveled over her hair and face like the hands of an attentive lover before his eyes held hers. “I don't know, but you do, and I want to find out why. Don't I make you nervous?”

“You make me angry.”

Now he laughed outright. “Well, that's something.”

“You are a strange man, Mr. Matthews, a very strange man indeed.”

“Hello in there!” Came a loud voice from somewhere outside the elevator doors. "Mr. Matthews, are you and your lady still breathing in there?”

“Yes, sir, we are.”

Courtney hit his arm. “Not. Your. Lady.”

“We'll see about that,” he said, a lopsided grin lighting up his face. “Are you going to get us out of here, Mac?”

“I am. In about two minutes, you'll feel the elevator move inch by inch. Don't fret that out. Just sit down and hang tight.”

“Yes, sir!” Topher yelled out, finally leaning away from her. “Come on, let's sit.”

Courtney slid down the wall until her butt rested on the floor, which was probably best, since her legs felt like jello. Topher sat next to her, his shoulder pressed against hers.

Unsure what to say, she opted for his injury. “Let me see your eyebrow.”

He turned to her. “Has it stopped bleeding?”

“Not totally. I think you’ll need stitch tape.”

“Well, that’s better than actual stitches.”

A sound like a gong went off and Courtney sheepishly grinned. “That’d be my phone.” Pulling it out, she entered in her passcode and saw a text from Nicole asking if she was all right and how social media was blowing up with news of how she and Topher Matthews were trapped in an elevator at Dragon*Con.

Another text came through right behind it, and Courtney said, “Nicole says Gwen wants to know if they should cancel the brunch and come over here.” She texted back, telling Nicole not to cancel and that they’d be out shortly. Hitting send, she said, “How did social media get this all ready?”

“Probably a hotel worker. You just can’t trust underpaid workers these days,” he joked.

She rolled her eyes at him as the next text came in. However, this one she didn’t plan to read aloud.

“Tell her I’d be delighted to come with you to brunch,” he said, obviously reading over her shoulder.

Pulling her phone away from his gaze, Courtney texted back a made up excuse why he couldn’t, just as the elevator inched upward. Quickly she added that they were now moving and she’d see them all soon. Hitting send, she placed the cell in her pocket just as the elevator took a fast dip down.

Unsure who reached for who first, she grasped Topher's hand, weaving her fingers between his, their palms pressed firmly together.

“We get out of here alive, I'm coming to brunch,” he said.

“Over my dead body.” She thought about that comment. “I should rephrase.”

“And you call yourself a writer.”

Courtney laughed. “Shut up.”
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Hope you enjoyed that! If so, cross fingers, pray, chant, or whatever you do for good luck, in hopes that the publisher who is interested in me and it, buys it!

I very much enjoyed reading from the story...so another huge thank you to Hope Tarr and Leanna for having me! Stay tuned for tomorrow's post...where I'll put up he piece I didn't get to read; a section from Chapter 11 of Identity, Book 5 of the WINDFIRE saga!

Have a good night! Stay warm and dry, New Yorkers! It's gross outside!

xoxo

Tamsin :)

Please note, I wore the blue ribbon for Paul Butterfield last night, since this book is dedicated to him. This great pin was made by Bob Hanna for each of us when we were in town for our reunion, shortly after Paul passed away. Thanks, Bob! I like having this to wear from time to time in Paul's honor! *hugs*





YAY! No more HTML posting!



Today is a glorious day! Know why? Because they finally upgraded my computer at work! For about a year or more, I've not been able to type up posts on this site without doing them in HTML. I don't know about you, but I think that is a royal pain in the ass!

That, my friends, is the reason why you've not had as many posts from me in a looooong while on here. I don't have time at home to do posts, so at the office is my ONLY time...and with an internet browser that didn't support this site (or most any site anymore, trust me), I wasn't able to post w/o spending an hour for something small...and don't even get me started on what it was like trying to add pictures....... *headdesk*

Anyhoo...that's all for now, I just thought you'd all like to know that you'll be getting MORE blog posts from me from here on out! So have a great day and get ready for the update on the event last night! It's comin' up next! xoxo Tamsin :)

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Come hear me read my sexy stuff at Lady Jane's on December 1st!

NEWS RELEASE
DATE: For Immediate Release

CONTACT: Hope@HopeTarr.com or LadyJanesSalon@yahoo.com

LADY JANE’S SALON®
As seen in Time Out New York and The New York Post…

New York City’s first and only monthly romance fiction reading series, now in its sixth year with eight satellites nationwide, celebrates the winter holidays with five fabulous readings.

Monday, December 1st, 7:00-9:00 PM at Madame X (Loft). 94 W Houston St., NY, NY 10012.

Guest authors: Jess Russell, Megan Caldwell, Jeannie Moon, and Tamsin Silver. Bonus: Salon co-founder, Leanna Renee Hieber shares a preview snippet from her new Victorian romantic fantasy series.

Admission: $5 dollars or one gently-used romance novel. Net proceeds support Win.

Cash bar with $5 cocktails and “mocktails.”

Copies of Scribbling Women and the Real-Life Romance Heroes Who Love Them, a nonfiction charity anthology of bestselling romance authors to support Win, and guest authors’ books available for sale (cash only).

Find us online: www.LadyJaneSalonNYC.com ~ www.LadyJaneSalonNYC.com/blog, http://www.facebook.com/LadyJanesSalon and http://twitter.com/LadyJanesSalon.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

On Your Mark, Get Set....GO! NaNoWriMo has begun!

NaNoWriMo has begun!

That's right! National Novel Writers Month began a minute ago and my roommate is typing away on her story as we "speak."

What is NaNo? Well...it's when a bunch of people around the world, who love to write, decide to throw away a social life for the month of November, and try to write a 50,000 word novella (or 50K of a novel...for novels are longer than just 50K, let's be honest). In cities all over the globe, there are groups that meet up daily to have write-ins either in person or online, gathering in the chat room for their area vs. in person at a café who doesn't mind 5-30 people with laptops taking up space while they drink a lot of coffee/tea and eat sugar and carbs.

YAY FOR SUGAR, CARBS, AND CAFFEINE!

This is my 5th year doing NaNo and I've logged in that I'm writing The Mark of the Necromancer. However, in reality, I'm editing Duality of Surrender and my ML's (those in charge of your area) know this. I wrote most of Duality during the last NaNo...so I really don't wanna list it again...that would seem odd to me...so instead, I listed the other. My feeling is, if I can edit through 126K in 30 days and get it to submission guidelines word count, that equates to writing 50K. The book was 132K right after I finished it...so I've already cut 6000 words...now to cut as many more as possible.

Why?

Because I was asked for a full manuscript by an editor at a large publisher for this Contemporary Romance novel...and I want to get it to her before the year is out.

So...wish me luck! Since I'm editing, I won't be able to do that on my iPad...so it'll all need to be done either on my work computer during my lunch breaks, after hours, and at home...you know, where the puppy is, staring at me like, why are you sitting there staring at yet another glowing object and not playing with me!?

Thus why I'm asking for some luck to come my way...cause I have NO idea how I'm getting this book to 90K.

Take care out there WriMo's....I won't see you all as much this time around, but know that I'll be busting my ass!

xoxo

Tamsin :)

Friday, October 31, 2014

Episode Six of SKYE, "A NEW ROOMMATE", is LIVE!

SMALL TOWN PICTURES and VAMPIRE FREAKS presents

SKYE OF THE DAMNED
Season 01 Episode 06: "A New Roomate"

Following the huge brawl at Jillian's wake between Vampires and FAE, Skye MacKenna (played by Lauren Steinmeyer) along with Madison, Kyle, Nicolai, Silas, Amara, Phaedra and newfound pal Hayden, all go to Joelle and Skye's apartment to care for Joelle, who is terribly sick from overdrinking. Once there, dark secrets are revealed and emotions run rampant amongst the group, forcing a dramatic showdown between two friends.

RT: 13 min. 20 sec. / HD 16x9 / Color / Stereo

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Hello! I know it's been awhile...but it was summer and people get busy. Plus, we had some sound issues to fix with the end scene of the episode. So please forgive us for the delay on EP. 6.

What to say about this episode...hmmmm...I guess what I should say is this one makes me the most proud, out of all of them, my DP, Nyle, and the cast. The sound problem (we had a new sound engineer for that last scene and we'll just say it got sorta fubarred) was with the quality of the stoop scene. When I heard the first draft of it, the whole thing was echoey (is that a word?) at best. Then I saw the version you're about to see and it sounds like nothing ever went wrong. I was astounded! Plus, the camera angles he used on this episode are just fantastic. So a HUGE standing ovation for Nyle on this episode. He saved us from refilming it. Honestly. Plus, I love how he's crafted the eye of the viewer this time around.

As far as the cast goes...each character gets to shine just a bit in this episode, with lines that help show as much about their characters as watching their unsaid lines do. The amount of excellent inner dialogue my cast exudes in this is phenominal! I couldn't be happier with their work! What does this mean for you? I highly suggest watching it more than once to catch things. It could be just a look here or there, or a way a line is said that hints to something later on...trust me, at least watch it twice.

Lastly, I suppose my other fun fave item is the musical artist on this episode. I've been a fan of Ayria since 2010 I think? Anyway, the fact that she gave us the rights to use her song, "My Poison," which REALLY fits the show and episode, has my inner fan girl bouncing in my office chair. LOL!

Anyway...I've rambled enough I suppose. SO...here are your links! ENJOY the hard work of the talented folks I have the honor of working with!

DIRECT LINK: https://vimeo.com/108587563

OR go to: http://vimeo.com/skyeofthedamned/review/108587563/85b5c5af2a

OR just head over http://vimeo.com/ondemand/skyeofthedamned and select Episode 106!

Thanks so much for watching! We have ONE episode left of the first season...and it's going to be a doosy! You know, once we find the money to shoot it! So if you are a fan, and are excited to see who dies in the season one finale...go to www.skyeofthedamned.com and donate through the button at the bottom of the main page.

Best,

Tamsin :)

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CAST/CREW FOR EP. 106:

starring LAUREN STEINMEYER, KARA ADDINGTON, MATT CULLEN, KELLY DRISCOLL, JOSH FIELDEN, SARA HOGREFE, BRIANA REDMOUNT, ANDREW ROGERS
with PHILIP DE LA CAL and MARK ROSENTHAL

make-up by CHRIS KINNIBURGH
director of photography NYLE CAVAZOS GARCIA
editor and sound designer NYLE CAVAZOS GARCIA
created by TAMSIN L. SILVER
executive producer JET BERELSON
co-producer LAUREN STEINMEYER
produced by NYLE CAVAZOS GARCIA, TAMSIN L. SILVER
written and directed by TAMSIN L. SILVER

featuring the song "My Poison" by AYRIA
available for download on itunes

original score by CHRISTOPHER NORTH
© 2014 Boy From Texas Tunes BMI
ChristopherNorth.com

SKYE OF THE DAMNED
Main Theme Single and Original Web-Series Score EP
available soon on iTunes