Guest Author(s): Emma Jane (& Liz Powell) with Otherworld

Today it’s guest author time again. Emma Jane & Liz Powell have a new release out from Torquere and since they are co-authors too, we couldn’t resist hosting them:

Hi, thanks for joining me on my blog tour. My name’s Emma Jane and I’m one of the authors of Otherworld.

otherworld185Archetypal English toff William “Liam” Barnes is in big trouble. He’s borrowed money from Irish gangster Davey McGrath with one simple proviso: get the prism from Matthew Luttrell – seducing him if he has to – and bring it back to him. But the prism isn’t with Matthew, and Liam makes a decision he can’t undo, meaning he’s now twenty thousand pounds in debt to a vicious gangster and has no idea where to find the prism.

That is, until he meets stoic Irishman Jim Henvey, the real owner of the prism, who has a cruel demi-goddess of a mother on the warpath for him. Liam and Jim quickly find themselves tied up in each other’s messes, and with more than just the mortal world out to get them, is there any way they can find their way out of a battle between dimensions together and still have time to figure out their feelings for each other? Or will they sink deeper into trouble?

Today, I’m going to talk about Jim. Jim is a nineteen-year-old Irish fisherman who lives and works with his father in Kent, England. He grew up with his mother, but took the prism from her and fled. This prism is something that’s always been in his family and he and his mother used to use it together – in fact, she was training him to use it. It’s a gateway to the Otherworld – it allows people to cross over to the world between life and death.

Jim seems to spend a lot of his time running away. He’s often angry and frustrated – mostly with himself. He’s more than capable of looking after himself though, having spent plenty of time training at a boxing club. He’s quite a serious and world-weary character and needs Liam to lighten him up a little. He’s protective of his family, his older sister Stella and two little sisters, Evelyn and Caitlin. As his family are Catholic, and travellers, he hides his sexuality. The thought of being openly gay terrifies him.

Although Jim is quick-tempered, he has a big heart.


The seagulls squealed up above, white flecks on the gray sky. The clouds were dark, swollen with rain, and the sea rocked the little fishing boat violently from side to side, causing James to stagger and almost drop the casket of fish into the sea.

“Careful, boy!” Marcas called from the dock, his lined and leathery faced creased into a smile. “That’s a day’s livelihood right there, and you’re tossing it all back.”

“There,” James said, dropping it onto the slippery wooden slats of the marina walkway. He sniffed, wiped his hand across his face, and grimaced when he caught the stench of freshly gutted fish. “Jesus, can’t you do anything about the smell?”

“Nothing to do about nature,” his dad said shortly as the clouds burst and the rain came down. He wrinkled his nose and stared at the seagulls circling in the sky. “Besides, you soon get used to it.”

“I can’t help but feel you oversold the glamour of the simple life, Da.”

His old man winked at him. “Your mother got you too used to the luxuries, I see.”

Even though he was smiling, James still felt a cold shiver of dread and folded his arms tightly across his chest as he stared intently at the horizon. Hardly ever talks about Mammy, now can’t bloody stop mentioning her, he thought savagely. Mammy — far away in the green rolling fields, where it didn’t stink of fish guts. But he’d left that far behind; he’d chosen to come crawling back to his father, the only one who could truly hide from her, and hope that would be a good enough shield.

“Jim? Give us a hand, will you?”

He tore his gaze from the steely horizon and grabbed the other end of the box of iced fish, wrinkling his nose again at the smell. The rain flecked in his face like spittle. Another glorious Kentish day. He wondered what the girls were doing: the twins would be nice and warm and snug at home — off school sick, and Stella would be stuck teaching in an outdated classroom that stank of Play-Doh. Better than fishing, though. Anything was better than fishing.

You’re being punished, Jimmy, you know that, don’t you?

Yes, yes, he thought sullenly. Oh, yes. He was being punished, and didn’t he know it.

Otherworld is published by Torquere Press.

You can fine Emma Jane on the web at: Twitter | Blogspot | Website

Also by Emma Jane:

  • The Queen’s Guard – a short story published in Torquere’s Men in Uniform anthology
  • Compulsion – a short story published in Dreamspinner’s Hot off the Press anthology due for release November 2014
  • Shuttered – a novel published by Dreamspinner Press, due for release December 2014

Also by Liz Powell:

  • Hunted – a novel published by Manifold Press
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