Sunday, December 9, 2012

Giveaway, Guest Post, and Tour Kickoff with Venita Louise and her book In Mysterious Ways

Hello and Welcome to the tour kickoff of In Mysterious Ways!  I'm excited to have Ventia on today taking about the most Mysterious Places she would like to go and her new book!

Top Ten Mysterious Places I would like to see:

1.      I would love to go to England to visit some of the incredible crop circles that have been discovered there.

2.      Of course I would love to see the Great Pyramid in Egypt.

3.      Take a real tour of the Roswell in New Mexico.  I want to see it all.

4.      The Peruvian Andes to see Machu Picchu, Lost City of the Incas.

5.      Easter Island to visit the giant 14-ton face sculptures.

6.      Since I am already in England, I guess I should visit Stonehenge.

7.      The Bermuda Triangle.

8.      Troy in northwestern Turkey where the Trojan War took place.

9.      Babylon in Babylonia  to study the history of Mesopotamia.

10.  Sukhothai, a historical city in Thailand.

Sounds like some pretty cool places!!  Now let's take a look at the book:

Title: In Mysterious Ways

Author:  Venita Louise

Publisher:   Vinspire Publishing .

Length:   Novel

Sub-Genres:  paranormal/romance



When well-known California Artist, Lang Garret, takes a trip to Phoenix, he has more than his gallery appearance in mind. His plans include a little surprise for his fiancee, Amanda, who is traveling with him. Unfortunately, a twist of fate, a chance meeting, and a chain of unforseen obstacles throw all of Lang's intentions out the window.

Lang and Amanda accept an invitation to join a group visit to one of Arizona's energy vortexes that mysteriously contains a newly formed crop circle. It seems innocent enough, but what begins as a curious adventure for a group of six turns an expected pleasure into a predicament of terror.

The unfathomable energy of the circle has a different repercussion for each individual who enters it. It seems impossible that the gyre could produce a horror, the power to kill, a marvel, the power to heal, and a blessing all at once, but the supernatural occurrences caused by the circle continue to alter their lives long after leaving Arizona. Now Lang and Amanda writhe under the struggle to keep their relationship intact and prevent the energy from annihilating their love



“It was the darndest thing, I tell you.” Fred scraped his chair back from the oak table, got up and walked over to the window. “I been camping and hiking hundreds of times, and I ain’t never seen nothin’ like that.” He bent in front of it to catch the warm breeze that fluttered the tan and yellow cotton curtains. He turned to give Andy a perplexed look.

Andy ignored it, got up and went to the rustic built in buffet, and poured himself a cup of hot coffee.

“Okay Fred, you saw lights.”

“Brighter than any lights I ever saw before.” He stepped back and  resumed his seat at the table. He swallowed hard as his eyebrows knitted. “They had to have flashed for a good stretch of time.”

“You want a cup?” Andy offered.

“Yeah.” He laughed quietly. “I sure ain’t gonna kick the caffeine today. I’m free of all of Patsy’s nagging for at least a week while she’s off visiting her mother. Quit caffeine, quit carbs, watch your cholesterol, she tells me! Geez, she has me on so damn much fiber I think I have driftwood floating in my colon.”

Andy chuckled. “What else did you see?” He set the mugs on the table.

“Well, like I said. There was the bright lights, and I felt a heat-like energy running through me.” He brushed his hands slowly down the front of his shirt to demonstrate. “I remember looking at my watch and the second hand was stopped, so I started to count. One miss-sippy, two miss-sippy, I got all the way to forty-seven miss-sippy before they took off as quiet as a whisper.” He pointed to the ceiling. “Not sideways, but straight up.” He blew the top of his coffee and took a cautious sip. “Strange thing is Patsy said she didn’t see anything. She was inside the tent reading her book. When I told her about it, she said she was afraid I’d fallen off the wagon.”

Andy suppressed his amusement and peered at him over the top of his mug. “So you were the only one in the area to see the lights.”

“Ah, come on, I didn’t imagine it,” Fred said with frustration building in his voice. “My damn dog was anxious as hell, runnin’ in circles and markin’ territory to beat the band. I know by the way he was acting, he saw it.”

“If only Charlie could talk.” Andy grinned.

Fred snorted into the top of his coffee, blowing a few drops onto the table.

“Look Fred, I’m not saying you imagined it. Maybe it was a police helicopter checking out the area, looking for a suspect or something.” Andy had known Fred for over ten years, and during that time he had never given him cause to think he suffered from an overactive imagination or paranoia. Still, his bizarre account of mysterious lights and watch-stopping heat was a bit much for him to swallow, no matter how detailed it was.

Fred laughed without humor. “Don’t you think I know a helicopter when I hear one? There was no sound at all,” he said, as he wiped up the coffee with the sleeve of his shirt.

“What do you want me to do?” Andy asked. “I didn’t see it. I believe you saw something, but there could be a very logical explanation for what you saw.”

“Come out there with me, I want to show you.”

Andy shrugged. “There’s nothing to see now. The lights are gone, right?”

“That may be true,” he said, as he reached in his shirt pocket.

“But look at this.” He produced what looked like a bent piece of a weed and held it out.

“So?” Andy took it from his fingers and examined the stem. “You pulled a weed.” He shrugged.

“Look closer,” Fred said and placed his elbows on the table to lean forward. “See the blow holes?”

“Blow holes?” Andy frowned.

“Yeah, all the juice in the plant has been forced out from the inside like it was heated in a microwave or somethin’.” Fred pointed to the area he was referring to.

Andy leaned back in his chair and twirled the stem between his fingers.  “I’ve seen this before, the sun does it.” He gave him a deliberate smile. “Arizona is about ten degrees hotter than hell. You know that. It isn’t unusual for a plant to react this way.”

“Maybe so.” Fred took it and held it over his head at arm’s length and squeezed one eye shut to get a more focused view. He sighed, brought it down to eye level and gave Andy a peculiar glance. “But it doesn’t get hot enough in this area for this to happen, and only the plants in the twenty foot radius looked like this.”

Andy tipped onto the back legs of his chair and went silent. He folded his arms and studied the plant stem.

“You know what else?” Fred asked grimly.


“Patsy said I was outside the tent a good half hour, but I could only account for a few seconds.”

“I’ve never heard of a crop circle in Arizona,” Andy said skeptically and brought his chair down on all four legs with a thump.

“I’m telling you,” he waved an arm in a circular motion, “some of the plant stems were flash burned right onto the rocks.” He laid the stem flat in the palm of his hand. “But only inside the circle,” he muttered.

“Okay, Fred.” Andy sighed. “I’ll go with you, but it will have to be tomorrow. I have clients to pick up this morning.”

Fred released a breath and slumped in his chair. “Thanks, Andy.” His expression turned edgy.

“What’s that look for?” Andy asked.

Fred shrugged. “I feel as nervous as my dog does when he knows he’s goin’ to the Vet.
I come from a very interesting family, actually a bunch of mixed nuts. At a very early age, I assigned myself a very important job within the family. I had the need to keep everyone laughing and developed the knack to do it, similar to the skills of a rodeo clown. I was good at it too. I can still see them in my mind’s eye, with tears of laughter rolling down their cheeks, doubled over and holding their stomachs.
Through the years, I have studied several avenues of creativity. My first love was art, and I spent many years rendering portraits for the almost rich and famous. I quit sketching people after a time though because I was slowly becoming a cosmetic surgeon. “Make my nose smaller, straighten my teeth and give me more hair.” Consequently, pet portraits became my specialty. Doggies don’t give a hoot if their hair is thinning or they have freckles on their nose.
In the year 2000, I discovered a new passion. Writing. I adore a mystery, a good romance and lots of action. However, the ghost of the rodeo clown still lives in me and finds ways to thread humor throughout. The things I find funny can appall some people. Dark and dangerous may be lurking out there, but I can always find some piece of humor in the worst of situations. That in itself can be quite annoying. I still haven’t decided if I want to write Romance, Mystery or Horror. Not a good thing, but I’m hoping one day to capture all three in one story.
Although I still write and dabble in art, I am fulfilling a lifelong desire of performing music, quite a stretch for the autumn chicken that I am. I perform in two bands, Meridian which covers classic rock over several decades, and White Smoke, a band that formed between myself and BJ Saidi. He is not only a talented musician, songwriter, and producer, but also the love of my life.
A friend once gave me a quote that has been on my refrigerator for twenty years. It’s author is unknown but I have found it encouraging in every aspect of my life. It says, ‘Use the talents that you possess; for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except the best.”
Venita is offering one of my followers and autographed print copy!!  Just fill out the rafflecopter!
Good Luck!!

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Mary Preston said...


it struck me reading through the excerpt, which I love by the way, how do you decide which excerpts to showcase from your works?

shona lawrence said...

if you could only read one book/series for the rest of your life which would you choose and why?

Yvette said...

How do you decide a cover? Are the characters in your mind first and then the cover comes or do you write and then do a cover? Whenever I read a book a also refer back to what the cover looks like so I can keep a picture of the characters in my mind.

laurie said...

what was your inspiration for the book?

catslady said...

I love all the places - would enjoy seeing all of them but especially the Lost City of the Incas. Who are some of your favorite authors?

Venita Louise said...

Thank you for your questions and comments. I'm so excited to be here.

1. Mary, as far as excerpts, I love to pique the reader's interest. Readers need a reason to read a book but I also like to satisfy their interest by telling them the most exciting story I can tell.

2. Shona, if I absolutely had to read only one book/series for the rest of my life, it would have to be the works of Jack London. His life was so very rich with romance and adventure.

3. Yvette, it is actually the Publisher who contracts an illustrator to design the cover. With a description of the characters, the setting and a synopsis of the book, the illustrator sets out to provide the author with their best idea. I was entitled to a few changes and I think I did request that Lang's eyes be changed from brown to blue. I love the vivid colors of this.
eye-catching cover.

4. Laurie, It was an episode of crop circles that I watched on the Discovery Channel that inspired this book.

5. Catslady, my apologies for not expanding my list with the mysterious places I would like to visit. The irrigation system is of particular interest to me. Evidence suggests that the system carried water from the holy spring to each of the housed.

It's difficult to choose favorite authors with such a love of story telling. I would have to say, Jack London of course, Mark Twain, Erma Bombeck, Stephen King, Robert Fulghum, Robin Cook, J.K. Rowling to name a few.

Beckey said...

Thanks for sharing the blurb :) seems like something that I would enjoy...

Sherry Johnson said...

What is your favorite book ever wrote?

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