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Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Guest Post with author HK Savage: Part of the Staccato Family tour
Now we’re going to make things a bit more personal. See,
today’s guest is HK Savage, who’s an author sure, but more then that, this is
the founder of Staccato and the person crazy enough to take a chance on the
This was how I celebrated getting picked up by Staccato.
She’s done guest posts here once or twice, and it’s a treat
to have her back. When she asked what I wanted her to write about, I said “Who
is your hero?”
For the record, my hero is whoever thought to put pants on a horse.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the one and only HK SAVAGE:
This is not HK Savage, but I SWEAR that she looks like Aunt Becky!
Who is my hero? That's a good question and one I've never
had a real answer to.
Not to be difficult or shifty, but it's not as simple as it
sounds once you start digging. There's the sweet response of, "my
mom" or "my daughter" I could do cause my mom gave up so much
raising us and my kid is such a dear heart and shows me every day there's
something in this world I did right.
I'm not saying HK Savage dressed her daughter up as The Goblin King.
I'm just hoping she did.
Or there's the grandiose, "Edgar Allen Poe" or
"Hemmingway" cause they were both such amazing writers who, although
they were tortured by inner demons, found a way to open their souls and touch
ours in the process.
Ernest Hemingway is here to shoot some zombies and touch your soul.
And he's all out of zombies.
Or the patriotic, "soldiers" because they
sacrifice time with their loved ones and sometimes their lives for the ideals
we hold dear and define us as a unified people.
I'm not trying to be
glib here, but I've always struggled with this question because I think that
I'm lucky enough to be surrounded every day by heroes of all kinds and it's
impossible to pick just one. One person who is my hero today is Mimsey because
he's being kind enough to host me and let me blather on on his blog.
Ladies, you can blather on my blog anytime you want.
Also because he can make me laugh with his wonderfully
unique take on the world. Thanks Mimsey for always making me smile. You're my
I am vengeance. I am the night. I! AM! EXFOLIATING!
Sargent Justin Shaw returned from the war with what is left of his unit, though instead of being hailed as heroes, they are being sought as test subjects. Their last mission behind enemy lines to obtain a WMD ended with them exposed and on the run. Their goal is not only to destroy the weapon, but also the program being run by their own government. Justin and his men have sacrificed everything for their mission. Will it be enough? Samantha James, a girl whose father disappeared almost twenty years ago unwittingly holds the key. When her father returns bodies start to fall. Sam doesn't know who to trust. Both Justin and her father have their own agendas and either one of them could end up with her dead.
HK lives in the
frozen hinterlands of the far North. The long, cold months provide ample
opportunity to hunker down with her computer and create adventures far more
enticing than scraping ice and getting frostbite.
Between books HK
reads voraciously. Anything with a good plot and compelling characters
are her broad parameters. One is as likely to catch her with a copy of
Don Quixote as with the latest in Gail Carriger’s steampunk series.
martial arts, rides her horse, gardens and plays with her family every chance
she gets. Next winter she intends to brush up on her Spanish and escape
the cold for somewhere more tropical.