Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Author, author.... The Hanging Tree by Michael Phillip Cash + giveaway all about it !!!

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Today I have the pleasure of hosting
 Michael Phillip Cash
Hi and welcome !  Can you tell us a little about yourself?
Thank you for having me.  My name is Michael Phillip Cash and I’m the author of 3 novels called Brood X: A Firsthand Account of the Great Cicada Invasion, Stillwell: A Haunting on Long Island and The Hanging Tree: A Novella.
When did you start writing and were you always interested in being a published author?
Been writing stories since I’m 5.  I’ve been writing screenplays since 18, and I’ve been writing novels since I’m 30.
What do you think is or has been the hardest part of getting published? 
I’m a do-it-yourself kinda person and went directly to to self-publish my works.  I am in control creatively and financially of the material and it has been a really rewarding experience.  I highly recommend it.
What inspires you to write? 
There is nothing better than watching an audience be captivated by your tale.  I love reading and watching ghost shows and hauntings of history.  I have also been greatly inspired by Quentin Tarantino and his ideas of revisionist history.
Do you plot out your stories or just wing it? 
Just wing it!  The characters talk to me and tell me where they want to go.
Do you have any other stories in the works? 
Yes!  I’m fulfilling a lifelong dream and putting together a fantasy novel.  It’s called Schism: The Battle for Darracia and it’s an epic fantasy about searching for one’s strength and identity.
How does your family feel about your writing?
  They are totally supportive! And they are the biggest critics of my work.
When you aren’t writing, do you do anything fun?
 I’m a sucker for good movies.  I love taking my wife and kids out on adventures.  And I love Vegas anytime of the year!
Fun Five Favorites:: 
Favorite color: Green
Favorite food: Cheeseburgers (No bun)
Favorite sport: Football – go Jets!
Favorite movie genre: Found Footage / Documentary
Not-so-Favorite honey-do list item J: Dinner with the in-laws!  Same with lunch.
How can our readers find you?
Twitter:      @michaelpcash
Is there an upcoming or current release you would like to share with us today and where can we find it?
My new novella just recently came out called The Hanging Tree.  It’s available now on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kindle.
Seventeen year old Arielle is at a crossroads in her life. 
Disenchanted with her father, she is testing the boundaries of his trust by dating someone he does not approve.  Under the moonlight sky in Long Island, Arielle and her boyfriend meet beneath the infamous hanging tree.  The couple's destiny is rooted to the five spirits in the tree whose lives and deaths are determined by an ancient curse. 
Will her future be determined by the past or will Arielle's choices alter the course of her life?  
 Available now at Amazon
The bark bit into the delicate skin of Arielle’s back. Stars twinkled above her, dancing in the reflection of Chad’s eyes.   “Stop, really.  Stop.” She pushed at Chad’s shoulders as he resisted her, his lips caressing the side of her neck. “I don’t want to.”
 “Arielle, you promised,.” Chad whispered, assaulting her lips. “I thought you said you love me,” he wheedled.
Arielle looked at the leafy canopy. “I do. I really do, but I...I don’t know if I want to do this.  Especially here,”  she added practically.
Chad wheeled away, clearly annoyed, and bounced to his car door. The car was his pride and joy, a gift for his eighteenth birthday, a Camaro, light blue and totally awesome.  It was a chick magnet, and for a minute he wanted to share that with Arielle. They had been dating for almost six months, and he was more than ready to take it to the next level. It wasn’t his first time, and there were plenty of girls interested in him if Arielle wasn’t. Pulling a pack of cigarettes out of the console, he flipped a Zippo expertly, lit his cigarette, and inhaled deeply.
Arielle walked over and leaned against the car door nearby, moving close to him, trying to feel his moist body heat in the cool summer air. Crickets chirped nearby, and they watched traffic pick up on the road to the left of them.
“Looks like the movie ended,”  Arielle offered up some conversation.
Chad nodded but didn’t respond. The silence stretched before them, anxiety building in her tight chest. She loved him, but this was big, huge; she just wasn’t ready. She considered the spreading oak tree before them. Everybody was mad at her, everybody in the world. She knew she was going to be in hot water with her dad that night. He was pissed when she had walked out. She looked at Chad’s profile in the dark, his features limned by the streetlamp. He was tall with sandy blond hair worn long and loose. It caressed his high cheekbones, and he was always brushing it from his warm, honey eyes. When he looked at a girl, she felt special. Well, he wasn’t looking at her now, so she tried again. “They say the tree is haunted.”
“I’m not afraid of ghosts,”  Chad declared, his wide mouth scowling.  He wanted to punish her. There had been the promise for so long; he wanted to tell her to put up or he was out of here. She was one of the prettiest girls in the school, with hips that moved so gracefully he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The pale oval of her face gazed up at him, and he brushed her soft lips with his finger. She had the bluest eyes fringed by black lashes. Those eyes lit up with pleasure, and she rubbed her cheek against his knuckles. Picking up a light brown curl, he twined it around his fingers.
“Where’s your penknife?” Arielle asked

Michael it was a great pleasure to have you here with us !!  Please come back and see us anytime, especially when the next great novel releases !!!
 Thanks for having me!

Michael is giving away 5 signed copies of The Hanging Tree. 
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Readers, make sure to get your copy of The Hanging Tree along with Michael’s other releases.  You won’t be sorry.
Until next time, happy reading !

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