04/23/12

Louise James and Matt Tomerlin discuss The Devil’s Fire and The Devil’s Tide!

“Arr Maties, welcome aboard the pirate ship of Captain Jonathon Griffith. Don’t touch anything and beware of the captain; he might make us walk the plank. Author Matt Tomerlin is our guide this weekend. We’ll stay close to him since he is in good ranks with the crew. Matt is going to tell us about his new release and how he weaved his tale.”

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02/22/12

“A Moment With Matt Tomerlin” – Interview

Jennifer Barry was kind enough to interview me on her blog.

Have you ever based a character on someone you know? 

Not specifically, but I do incorporate personality traits from everyone I know into nearly every character. In “The Devil’s Fire,” Katherine Lindsay has elements of the strongest women I know, who have faced hardship and emerged stronger, chin held high. The main antagonist, Edward Livingston, contains the very worst traits of humanity; a personification of those dark thoughts we never entertain. Nathan Adams is very much the naïve youth I was and many other teenaged males were. Captain Jonathan Griffith represents blind ambition, and proves to be the most difficult obstacle in Katherine Lindsay’s path, because there’s an undeniable attraction between them, despite the horrible things he has done.

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The Devil’s Fire (Pirate’s Bane, #1): Available Now on Amazon Kindle

12/28/11

“The Devil’s Tide” is underway…

Flies circled the churned mess of Henry’s ravaged kneecap, buzzing incessantly in a near perfect sphere. He swatted fiercely at them, his remaining eye gleaming with defiance. A sickly-sweet aroma wafted from the horrible wound.

He doesn’t know he’s dying, Nathan realized with a sardonic smirk.

-First lines of “The Devil’s Tide”

12/13/11

Prologue to “ARCTURUS,” my upcoming sci-fi novel

He awoke screaming and naked in a darkened corridor. Thick rivulets of blood trickled from his arms and legs, pooling about his knees and trailing gradually through the jagged maze of broken glass that littered the grated floor. He frantically plucked the shards from his limbs, his pathetic, shrill screams echoing down the corridor.

Sleek cylindrical pods lined the walls for as far as the eye could see, stretching vertically from ceiling to floor, fading into distant darkness. Each was carved with an oval window revealing the dimly illuminated body of a man or woman within. They were all bald, and their bodies were completely hairless. They were young and flawless in both looks and physique. Their eyes were open, mouths slightly parted, but they appeared unburdened by consciousness. Continue reading