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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: The King's Mistress by @laregna

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S.D. Grady

Genre: Historical Romance set in a

Fantasy world/Erotic Romance

Publisher: Purple Sword Publications

Number of pages: 200

Word Count: 80k

Cover Artist: Traci Markou

Book Description:

Bethina Lydia Fortescue, the Lady Godwin, adored her king as no other for twenty years. But the king is dead, and as his mere mistress she is no longer welcome at court.

Sir Arthur Jeffries, newly appointed to Princess Meredith's Regency Council, needs help. He begs the legendary Lady Godwin to return to the palace as the princess' tutor, hopefully to lead the gawky teenager through the political and romantic minefield of suitors and hidden assassins invited to attend her Debutante Ball.

Bethina and Arthur fight the undeniable surge of attraction between them. Bethina cannot bring herself to put aside the love she had for her king, and now concern for his heir. Arthur knows that he will only be able to serve the princess if he continues his life of solitude. Now is no time to take a courtesan to bed.

Brought together as servants to Rushton's crown, but joined through a lifetime of bitter and shrewd experiences, Bethina and Arthur discover that when the princess finally takes a husband, and all the enemies of the land are vanquished, they will have only one thing left to live for: love.


The phantom caress of Freddie's touch conjured long buried memories. Ah, sweet agony. Exuberant in their youth, she and Freddie had explored all the possible sexual positions together. And now...

She fought against a tear. That was all in the past. Gone.

She closed her eyes so she might ignore the overly familiar oil landscape hung over her bed and the other tiny details that recalled the sweet and torrid memories. Her finger caught at a lace ribbon on the vanity top and pulled it across the polished wood surface. Her favorite clock ticked. Time passed. When would the hole in her heart heal? Anger at her weakness surged. She grabbed and held onto it.

"Stop being morbid, Beth. You've got a job to do." Her voice echoed in the vaulted room.

A knock sounded from the outer chamber. She still had an hour before she expected her first guest. The tweeny scurried to answer it.

"She's not quite decent, sir."

Bethina grinned. Leave it to the young ones to state the truth. She stood and turned to welcome whoever it might be, calling out, "Let them in, Laurel. I'm as decent as I'm going to get." It took but a few steps to enter the sitting room.

The girl curtsied and opened the door wider. Sir Arthur stood in the hall, his cap in his hand and eyes wide as he noticed the extravagance of her chamber.

Once again, that phantom emotion sprang to life. She couldn't possibly take another lover. Never. Action would help to stifle her misgivings.

"Come. Come." She gestured him into the room. "It's been far too long since these rooms saw a gentleman not bent on nefarious deeds."

The man blushed, his grey eyes darkened. "You think me harmless, Lady Godwin?"

"Hah!" She strode to the chaise, settled down and reached for the bell. The tweeny reappeared. "What would you like to drink, sir?"

Dressed in a suit of black silk from head to foot, the diplomat evoked an aura of quiet power. He had not moved since pausing inside her threshold. "I like to keep my wits when dining with my enemies and my friends."

Bethina pressed her lips together before ordering, "Small ale for two."

He remained still, his gaze boring into hers. "Do you possess a more modest gown, Lady Godwin?"

She chuckled and leaned forward just a touch. "Unlike you, Sir Arthur, it is not to my advantage to fade into background. A low cut bodice is far more effective in eliciting confidences than sitting near silent in a corner with a shawl up to my chin." Even as she grinned, her melancholy vanished. Thank goodness she had somebody to match wits with.

He coughed and appeared to decide she was not about to eat him for lunch. He stretched his long legs out as he settled in the high-backed chair opposite her perch. He continued to study her. What did he want?

"Now, why the early arrival for supper?"

He turned his attention to the appointments of the chamber; the heavy furniture, damask curtains, oil paintings. Every feminine furbelow Trudy could gather dotted all possible surfaces. Lace, china, clocks, jewelry. It appeared as the room of a very wealthy lady of the nobility. No guest could possibly guess at her sordid past.

"Sir Arthur?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Sorry. I wondered if you required any more information before we go in for supper this evening?"

"No, I think not. Sometimes it is better to make your own judgments, true?"

He rubbed his palms together for a moment. "I would have to agree with that."

So, he was avoiding speaking his mind. Really, now was not the time to keep secrets from her.

Laurel appeared with their drinks, served and withdrew.

Perhaps if she taunted him.

Bethina ran one finger along the rim of her glass, collecting the drop of moisture sitting there and then licked it dry. "You really wanted to see what I had chosen to wear. Admit it. What would the famed mistress of King Frederyk do upon her return to court?" She sipped at her ale and decided the castle boasted a fine master brewer.

"Yes. I am taking a huge risk here. Should we misstep, I shall be back in the desert of Uiel and you in that house on the river."

"But you forget, Sir Arthur." She placed her glass on the small table at her right and drew a heart on the tabletop from the glass's condensation. "Not once in two decades was I dismissed from court. I am good at this."

He smiled and relaxed in his seat. "As am I."

She met his steady gaze. Good. His defenses were coming down. She took a deep breath, her breasts pressing against her tight bodice. His grey eyes widened. He swallowed. She followed his Adam's apple down his muscled neck and grinned in appreciation at his wide shoulders. The years had been kind to him. The blood beat in her ears . Her body stirred.

And suddenly it became clear. He desired her. As much as she wanted him.

"I didn't come here for a flirtation." Her protest sounded gravelly.

His cheeks blazed with color. "I did not invite you for such."

She waited, as he appeared to want to say more. In the end, they simply shared a nod each understood. The heat and lust would wait, for now. "I am here for Freddie's niece. She needs me."

He nodded. "Yes, she does. I think, though, that I will enjoy working alongside you."

"Just working?"

The room filled with unspoken words. Heat. Hushed sighs beneath covers.

Author Interview

*What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?

The King's Mistress     It is said life only brings you one great love. Not everything they say is true.

*What genre would you place your books into?

I call my royal intrigue books Historical Fantasy Romance (with a little bit of erotica thrown in there)

*What can we expect from you in the future?  ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

You can expect a little bit of both. I write a weekly NASCAR commentary column for the Newsletter--yep NASCAR.  I've dabbled in contemporary erotica, straight out fantasy worlds, a little western...whatever sparks my imagination.  But the world of palace intrigue is one that keeps returning to my muse. Right now I'm working on the first bits of a sequel to the King's Mistress--that is different for me.  I almost never do series.

*What made you decide to write that genre of book?

It's been a lifelong romance between me, the history of royalty, and fantasy.  It kind of was a very generic growth for me to produce my own "Once Upon a Time" tales.  I've often been asked how much research I do for these tales and I have to pause to answer.  The fact is I've been picking up facts and soaking in the atmosphere of the Middle Ages since I could read.  When the History Channel came along...well, all resistance vanished.  Specials on castles, royal families, political realignments in Europe, testing the ancient weaponry, how-to-build-a-castle without power tools...they are all like candy to me.

*Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?

You know, I believe it is Lady Godwin--the heroine from The King's Mistress.  She is no shy miss.  She has already lived a life full of passion and joy, but she's only just about 40.  She has years ahead of her! I desperately wanted to find her a true Happy Ever After.  With her grit, powerful belief in her own femininity and a true calling in life, it was a joy to bring her story to life.

*Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?

It all depends on the book.  The King's Mistress titled itself from the first pages written.  Others, like The Eyes of Sin, started with a very plebian title and warped over time into the final title. There's no predictable pattern apparently.

*How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?

It's another result of those decades studying the past.  Place names are the most difficult when you're building a fictional world. What sounds right? Or wrong? If I'm trying to place the tale in a desert region, I research middle-eastern names in order to find the sound that will become a name.  Sometimes I think I made it up, only to find out the place really exists.  Like seriously, who knew Stoke was a real place? Until my editor told me she lived  I probably saw the name flash across the screen or on a page at some point in my life.  It sounded right! Unfortunately, I had to ditch that kingdom's name. Ah well...

*Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?

It's sort of a chicken and egg question.  I guess you can say I name the person second, but it's all part of the character building process.  I know I need a man.  He'll be the villain. He'll be 30 years old and generally look like this. I shall name him...

Last names tend to be the kicker. When creating kingdoms, you no longer are trying to come up with half a dozen characters, you must fill the court!  But try not to make everybody's name the same, even when that's exactly how the world operates.   I've had to rename half the secondary characters while editing, simply to eliminate confusion for the readers and editors.  (Smith, Smythe, get the idea.)

*Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?

Depends on the trait.  Some of the basics you need right off the bat, but those little physical tics or habits are the ones that will surprise me as I work along.  It's a bit like getting to know a new friend.  You think you know them well, and then discover you don't at all.

*Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

I've become an ebook advocate.  Mostly because I had no more room for any more books. I still love to hold and read the physical versions, but I am moving into the digital world.

*What is your favorite book and Why?  Have you read it more than once?

I can't choose one favorite. But yes, I've read the stack of favorites more than once. Twice. Three times. Four...keep going.  Some are from my teen years, and when I pick them up as an adult, I still find new things to love about them.  It's one of the reasons I will still pick up classics.  If men and women are discussing a book a hundred or two hundred after a tale is written, there must be something worth investigating.  This year I'm working on War and Peace. I know, I'm nuts.

*Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?

There are reasons to tell a story on screen vs. a book.  And for all the people across the planet who first run to the movie theatre, but then decide there must be something more they want to know about the film they just watched--having both the book and movie is marvelous.  I desperately still want to see The Dragonriders of Pern make it to the big screen. I'm fanatical about The Lord of the Rings in either iteration.  And I admit, I would have never read The Hunger Games if it wasn't for the movie.  What about all the kids who had to read Harry Potter after seeing the flick? 

Whether the transfer is faithful (just watch all the permutations of Pride and Prejudice--you'll be appalled) or not, I don't really care if it helps to get people to read. Literacy is far more valuable to mankind vs. the artistic value inherent in an interpretation of a tale. *gets off soapbox*

*Your favorite food is?

Chocolate.  The darker, the better.

Your favorite singer/group is?

Currently Brad Paisley.  But it's like asking me to choose a favorite book. My music mix includes classical, new age, a little metal, disco, Irish, opera, country, goes on.

*Your favorite color is?

Red. Or is it purple?

Your favorite Author is?

If I can't choose a book, how in the world am I supposed to choose an author? lol



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  About The Author




S.D. Grady is a lover of men, music, movies and fast machines. A beautiful gown stirs her blood as quickly as a NASCAR race. An author of historical and fantasy romance, she never hesitates to switch gears and plunge into the real world of sports commentary.

She lives in her house on the hill with her husband of 20 years and their cats. During work hours she runs a movie theatre and, when not writing, enjoys crocheting yet another colorful afghan. Several times a year you can find them at the track in their RV.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Dark Curse by @isaiyanmorrison

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Deamhan Chronicles

Book 2

Isaiyan Morrison

Genre: Adult Paranormal

ISBN 069226325X

ISBN 13 978-0692263259


Number of pages: 202

Word Count: 79,000

Cover Artist: John Cosentino

Book Description:

The Deamhan world is in disarray. Freed from Limbo, Lucius, the once feared and Ancient Lugat, goes on a killing spree to wipe out any remaining traitors in the city of Minneapolis.

Meanwhile The Brotherhood's return along with the growing population of vampires riles up the remaining Deamhan who choose to stay behind rather than abandon the city. The body count continues to pile up forcing both humans and Deamhan to pick a side.

Either allow Lucius to free the Pure Ones, the first living Deamhan from Limbo, or take him out and cripple their already fragile presence in the city.

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Anastasia's eyes meandered over them. They were young, no older than ten years max. When she attempted to scour their minds, a barrier blocked her. The female Ramanga rushed at Anastasia in Deamhan speed but she quickly moved out of the way, grabbing the back of her shirt and tossing her several feet in the air and onto the roof of a parked car. The Metusba catapulted himself at Remy but he jumped several feet into the air, avoiding his attack.

Anastasia rushed at the Metusba and she sank her teeth into the base of his neck, ripping at his flesh. He screamed, pushed her away, and fell to the pavement on his knees.

From the roof of the car, the Ramanga flew at Remy with fists raised and her mouth opened, revealing her fangs.

“I've never hit a pretty woman before.” Remy smiled.

She swung and he ducked, feeling the brisk wind travel over his head. Her punches continued nonstop but with each punch Remy evaded, the faster the punches came. He finally found an opening and his fist connected with her stomach. The Ramanga's feet wavered but she immediately found her footing and she swerved to the left, avoiding Remy's rising left punch. She raised her knee, striking Remy's in the chin and he fell back on the pavement.

She quickly maneuvered herself on top of him, striking him over and over again with her fists. Remy's head jerked from right to left, feeling his cheeks burn with each hit until Anastasia wrapped her arm around his attacker's neck and threw her off of him.

She helped Remy to his feet and they ran off in Deamhan speed with the two Deamhan following them. Their stride took them under a freeway, splashing through knee high water, and they turned sharply left. They passed through stop and go traffic, side streets, sidewalks, and eventually near the banks of the Mississippi River.

They took the river south, leaving the city, and entered a desolate area filled with rotting cornstalks and farmhouses. They stopped in the quiet area, being only a few miles from Blind Bluff Manor. They turned around but the two Deamhan were nowhere in sight.

“That wasn't hard.” Remy scanned the area across the river. He looked to the left at the tall dirt and rock infested embankment. “I think we lost them.”

Anastasia wasn't so sure. She looked up just in time to see the female jumping down at them. She tackled Anastasia and they both fell into the wild currents of the river.

Anastasia felt the coolness of the water streaming over her face and into her ears. It was an awkward position, knowing that neither of them would drown because Deamhan didn’t breathe. She pushed the female back and she jumped out of the water, just in time to see the male, also in midair, and his right leg connect with the side of her face.

She landed on the sandy shore, swallowing a handful of sand. She turned over to see the female towering over her with a raised stake. For a second Anastasia’s eyes filled with uncertainty. Stakes were meaningless, unless the female aimed for her heart. However, if the female's goal was to incapacitate her, she would strike elsewhere, leaving Anastasia alive for them to toy with.

Remy rushed toward the female but she immediately turned, burrowing the stake into his left shoulder. He stumbled back and the female grabbed the stake, dislodging it, and struck again, hitting just beneath his heart.

Anastasia found her chance to make her move. Brandishing her teeth, she bit down into the female's neck and she pulled back, ripping flesh from bone. Blood gushed from her wound and she fell to the sand. Again, Remy and Anastasia took off down the banks of the Mississippi River. The river curved and winded around, bringing them to another remote spot. This time a freeway ran on both sides of the river with a bridge slightly above them. Anastasia stopped, noticing that stars no longer dotted the sky. In the darkened horizon appeared a tint of red, signaling sunrise. She had to finish this now and get to Blind Bluff Manor. They climbed the embankment and approached the freeway. They ran through the traffic, dodging semi-trucks, cars, and other passing vehicles until they made it to the other side.

Remy held his chest and he bent over. “Good thing these Deamhan can't aim to save their life.” He coughed.

Anastasia examined his wound. “You'll heal.”

They heard the swift steps of the two Deamhan approach them. Again the male launched himself at them but Anastasia tossed him aside. He slammed into a nearby abandoned granary and Anastasia looked from the corner of her eye, seeing the female raise her stake, aiming for Remy's back.

Anastasia quickly moved and she caught the female by her wrist before the stake made its impact. With her other hand she plunged her fist through the female's chest, reaching her heart. The female's eyes widened and she snarled before Anastasia ripped her heart from her chest. The Ramanga dropped to the ground and her body slowly began to dissolve into a puddle of blood, dust, and bone fragments.

Anastasia turned her attention to their male attacker, watching him limp toward them. Dark blood poured from his mouth and a long piece of wood protruded from his stomach. She walked calmly over to him. His heavy eyes wavered. “You failed.” She plunged the stake into his heart and nonchalantly she returned back to Remy, uninterested in watching the Deamhan's body wither away.

In the distance she heard a male’s voice coming from a small house on a hill. The front door opened and she saw the outline of a farmer gripping a shotgun in hand.

“Let's get going. We don't have much time.” She wrapped Remy's arm around her shoulder. She took one final look at the remains of their two attackers before sprinting in Deamhan speed for Blind Bluff Manor.

Character Interview

Character Name:    Remy

Character Bio: Remy’s reasons for heading to Minneapolis and deciding to stay under Nathan’s roof remains a mystery. He prides himself on being a secret individual who loves to observe others from the distance, waiting for the right time to strike. Running from his past demons, Remy enjoys his life as a Deamhan.

Karen Swart Intevriew Isaiyan Morrison - Remy

What do you think is the worst and vest quality in a Deamhan?

There are just too many qualities to choose from.  My kind is a complicated yet superb species. As soon as we are sired our only desire is to do what is necessary to remain alive. We don't trust each other. Scratch that. We can't trust each other. It just isn't in our nature.  This horrid trait is what's keeping us back from becoming what we are truly meant to be.

And what do you think Deamhan are truly meant to be?

We are meant to rule over vampires of course! We were created to be better in every aspect of them. We are stronger, faster. They are beneath us. We sit at the top of the food chain. They are our sustenance.

What about humans?

What about them?

Correct me if I'm wrong but Deamhan can also feed from humans, right?

Yes but that is different.

How is that different? You live with a human and supposedly you are also in love with a human.

Let's get something straight. I kill vampires because I want to. I kill humans because I have to. I would never live under the same roof as a vampire. I would never consider a vampire my friend or my acquaintance. They are nothing to me but meals waiting to be devoured.

As for loving a human, that has nothing to do with this interview. My...friendship with Veronica is merely mutual and necessary for what is coming. I'll admit. I wouldn't mind saving myself for her but that human has been giving me the cold shoulder as of late. Next question.

Okay. What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

Now if I told you it wouldn't be a secret.

What are you most afraid of?

Nothing. We Deamhan are afraid of nothing.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

I like to keep with the times.  I'm not one of those Deamhan who remain stuck in the past. A simple shirt and pants fits me well but there are nights when I chose to wear nothing at all. *laughs*

I explored nipple piercings at the request of one of my minions. They didn't take at first because of our ability to heal. However, I had them redone again...and again...and again. I can now say that they last up to three nights now.

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

Surviving for this long. Knowing my track record, I should win some kind of award or something.

I was told that Deamhan don't understand the idea of happiness. Is that true? If not what is your idea of happiness?

Happiness you say? I can't speak for all Deamhan but I'm content with my existence. I enjoy living and walking among all you humans and your cities. I'm happy when I've had my fill of you for the night. If you can define your idea of happiness then I will tell you more of what makes me happy. I assure you, it won't be the same.

Which living person do you, most despise?

Oh, there's just so many to chose from. Give me a moment to think...Oh!

Anastasia has been a thorn in my side lately but I will admit, she's growing on a rash. I also don't care for that vampire, Alexis, but she does have a great rack, as you humans say. Oh and there is also The Brotherhood.  They are an annoying group who adds nothing good to the humans they say they are trying to protect. 

So there are a group of humans out there who know about Deamhan?

Not only do they know about my kind, they have also made it their goal to eradicate us. They say they are researchers and only watch us from a distance, cataloguing our lives from the moment we are sired to the moment we meet our ends. But they are liars and weasels who have tried to extinguish us more times than I can count. They've hunted us and joined with vampires to destroy us and now they are in league to do it again.

What is the quality you most like in a man?

The arms. I love a man with defined and muscular arms.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

The eyes. You can tell a lot about a woman from gazing into her eyes. They show and hide information that's not easily accessible unless they want it to be known.

What is your greatest regret?

I don't regret anything I've done or anything I will do.

What is your motto?

While we live, let us live.



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  About The Author


Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minnesota. She moved to San Diego, California while in the Navy. She now resides in Texas with her two cats, a pit bull dog, and two guinea pigs. Dark Curse is the second book in the Deamhan Chronicles.

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Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Feast of Fates by @AuthorChrisAB

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Four Feasts Till Darkness

Book One

Christian A. Brown

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Date of Publication: September 9, 2014

ISBN: 978-1495907586

Number of pages: 540

Word Count: 212K

Cover Artist: Brian Garabrant

Book Description:

"Love is what binds us in brotherhood, blinds us from hate, and makes us soar with desire.”

Morigan lives a quiet life as the handmaiden to a fatherly old sorcerer named Thackery. But when she crosses paths with Caenith, a not wholly mortal man, her world changes forever. Their meeting sparks long buried magical powers deep within Morigan. As she attempts to understand her newfound abilities, unbidden visions begin to plague her--visions that show a devastating madness descending on one of the Immortal Kings who rules the land.

With Morigan growing more powerful each day, the leaders of the realm soon realize that this young woman could hold the key to their destruction. Suddenly, Morigan finds herself beset by enemies, and she must master her mysterious gifts if she is to survive.

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Menos was darker than usual: its clouds as black as the shadow of fear that haunted Mouse. The city felt more menacing to her. She saw shadows in every corner, noticed the glint of every ruffian’s blade or slave’s chain as though they were all intended for her. The warning of Alastair played inside her skull on a loop of nightmare theater.

A hand over her mouth startles her awake, and she twists for the dagger in her pillowcase until she recognizes the shadowy apparition atop her, who hisses at her to calm.

            “Alastair?” she gasps.

            The hand unclenches and the willowy shadow retreats to more of its own; she can only see the scruff of his red beard in the dark.

            “Get up, Mouse. Get dressed.”

            Her mentor sounds annoyed or confused; she is each, but finds her garments quickly enough anyway.

            “I don’t like good-byes, so let’s not call this that,” Alastair says with a sigh. “But it will be a parting, nonetheless. You need to go low. Lower than you’ve ever been before. A new name won’t be enough. You’ll need a new face. I don’t know how or who, but the sacred contract of our order has been broken. Your safety has been bought.”

            Mouse knows the who and how, and as she glances up from her boot-lacing to explain to her mentor her predicament, she sees that he is gone. Just empty shadows, echoing words, and the sound of her heartbeat drowning out all the rest.

            She expected the dead man and his icy master to emerge from the dim nooks and doorways of the buildings she passed at any instant. With a hand on her knives and a fury to her step, she swept down the sidewalk; no carriages for her today, as they were essentially cages on wheels—too easy to trap oneself in. With its sooty storefronts and their wrought-iron windows, its black streetlamps that rose about her like the bars of a prison, Menos was constricting itself around her, and she had to get out.

You’ve survived worse than the nekromancer, she coached herself, though she wasn’t certain that was true. She hurried through the grimness of Menos, dodging pale faces and quickening her step with every sand. By the time she arrived at the fleshcrafter’s studio, she was sweating and stuck to her cloak. She looked down the desolate sidewalk and up the long sad face of the tall tower with its many broken or boarded-over windows. When she was sure she wasn’t being pursued by the phantoms that her paranoia had conjured, she pulled back a rusted door that did not cry out as it should have, given its appearance, but slid along well-formed grooves through the dust. She raced through the door and hauled it closed.

            It was dark and flickering with half-dead lights in the garbage-strewn hallway in which she stood. Mouse picked through the trash with her feet, tensing as she passed every dark alcove in the abandoned complex. Hives, these places were called, and used to house enormous numbers of lowborn folk under a single roof. In Menos, even the shabbiest roof was a desirable commodity, so the building’s ghostly vacancy meant that it likely was condemned by disease at one point. Soon the stairwell she sought appeared, and she tiptoed down it, careful not to slip on the stairs, which were slick with organic grunge.

Couldn’t have picked a nicer studio, she cursed. I’ll be lucky if this fleshcrafter leaves me with half a lip to drink with. Lamentably, speed and discretion were her two goals in choosing where to have her face remodeled. Such stipulations cut the more promising fleshcrafters off the list and left her with the dregs. She hadn’t put much thought into what she would have done, or even if she would end up hideously disfigured. Monstrous disfigurement could even work in her favor, as she bore an uncanny resemblance to that crow-eviscerated woman whom she suspected was the object of the nekromancer’s dark desire. I’ll take ugly over dead. Over whatever he has in mind for me.

Character Interview

Character Name: Caenith, The Wolf

Character Bio: A smith of Eod. Under his fearsome, raw exterior hides an animal, and a dreadful wrath. Caenith is a conflicted creature: a beast, a man, a poet, a lover, and a killer. Caenith believes himself to be beyond redemption, and passes the years making metal skins and claws for the slow-walkers of Geadhain while drowning himself in bitter remorse. He does not know it, but Morigan will pull him from his darkness and make him confront what is most black and wicked within him.


Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

I am patient, perhaps the most patient man in all Geadhain. When one lives forever, he either learns patience or indulges madness. If we would speak of madness, know too, that I have danced with the deepest darkness. Many times in my long life I have given in to the blood-thirsty desires of my animal. I have made fatherless more men than I can count. Their faces all blur to insignificance on the red portrait of my misdeeds. I would say that I regret their murder, but I do not. I am the Wolf. I kill. It is in my nature.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

Like any Wolf, I can be gentle, and noble, if given the chance. I never betray a loyalty. My appearance does not tell the truth of my soul.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

Once, I was a poet. I played at being a man and took up the life of a scribe, and wordsmith; penning religious odes for the veiled confessors of Carthac. I stayed to watch that city and its wicked masters burn in the fires of rebellion. To my knowledge, none of my work survived the flames.

What are you most afraid of?

Another thousand years of watching the world rust of its green beauty.

What do you want more than anything?

I do not know how to stop the echoing in my heart. I have no answer for you, slow-walker.

What is your relationship status?

I am a lone wolf.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

Fashion? Pfft! You speak of the garish makeups and frippery in which you slow-walkers adorn yourselves? Prancing about like plumed, clucking cockerels? For what? To mate? There are simpler ways. Take off your clothes and taste sweat, feel heat and drink spit. I wear what clothing is necessary to pass as one among your kind. 

How much of a rebel are you?

You inquire under the presumption that I honor the rules of man, or the rule of the Immortal Kings. I honor neither set of laws. I am a child of Geadhain. I bow to the call of the moon. I rule her as much as she rules me.

What do you consider to be your greatest achievement?

I do not adhere to your slow-walker conventions of greatness. Nor do I feel my deeds are to be judged by the likes of you.

What is your idea of happiness?

A ripe, white moon. Blood in my throat. The song of steel as it is hammered. All of these things bring me pleasure.

What is your current state of mind?

I am calm. I am often calm. The moon rises again in a few days. Ask me then.

What is your most treasured possession?

My skin and my freedom.

What is your most marked characteristic?

A man once said that I possessed the cold, terrible gaze of a wolf. He was correct, and I thanked him for his compliment.

What is it that you most dislike?

This new age with its technomagik and progress. Men do not see how their ambition scars the world. Mother Geadhain weeps.

Which living person do you, most despise?

The Iron rulers of Menos. All of them are as vile as they are damned.   

What is your greatest regret?

I…do not ask me that. (growls)

What is the quality you most like in a man?

Honor. And a lack of pretense.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Strength. A soft woman is of no use in the wild.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

I do not read fiction. The age of legends is over. Let us rest and be forgotten.

Which living person do you most admire?

Magnus. Of the many great sorcerers I have seen, the Immortal King does not punish Geadhain with his magik, but coaxes beauty from her instead.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

Nothing. I am what I am.

What is your motto?

I am death. I am the Wolf. Worship and fear me. You live only because I have not hunted you yet. I live because I am life. I am unbound by grief. I am alone. I am lord of all…Oh, I seem to have scared you. That glazed expression, the waft of your fear, I know these signs. My apologies. I shall leave you be. Since you have been so gracious with your time and not quite irritating questions today, I shall leave you with a gift. In three days, the moon rises. Bar your doors and windows, slow-walker, and lay a sprig of ivy at your doorstep. Even when I am blind, even though I am the beast, I shall leave you safe for this one night of my hunt. Farewell, and do not forget. It would be wise that you didn’t…


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Having dabbled with the novel that would eventually become Feast of Fates for over a decade, Brown was finally able to finish the project. His mother, who was able to read a beginning version of the novel before she passed away, has since imbued the story with deeper sentiments of loss, love, and meaning. He is proud to now share the finished product with the world.


Monday, October 20, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Top Ten: Franco’s Fortune by @CaraMarsi

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covergifTitle: Franco’s Fortune
Series: Redemption #2
Author: Cara Marsi
Audience: Adult
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Formats: E-book
Publisher: Cara Marsi
Cover by: Harris Channing
Editor: Laura Kelly
Pages: 172
ISBN: 9781301731787
Date Published: Feb. 2013


"When a female bodyguard is hired to protect a rich playboy, she finds saving his life is easier than protecting her heart."
When the past and present collide...
Somebody wants rich playboy Franco Callahan dead. When security expert Josephine Fortune arrives on his doorstep thanks to his sister Doriana, Franco finds it hard to refuse. He's had a secret attraction for the diminutive bodyguard since they met at Doriana's wedding five years before.
But attraction is all it is. Combat boot-clad Jo is not the kind of woman Franco usually loves and leaves. Which makes the ruse that Jo is his new live-in girlfriend just that until Jo gets a makeover. Suddenly seduction is on his mind and Franco has all the time in the world to pursue it—and Jo.
Martial artist Jo can take down men twice her size without blinking, but Franco's appeal outmaneuvers her emotional defenses. Jo's tough exterior hides a dark past, and Franco seems determined to learn her every secret. But he has secrets of his own.
The more Franco gets to know Jo, the more he realizes he needs her in his life, and not as his bodyguard. But as the threats to Franco escalate, Jo must use every one of her combat skills to protect him.
Can Jo keep both Franco and her heart safe, or will they pay the ultimate price for love?

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Franco Callahan slammed the door to his Delancey Street townhouse and hurried into the April morning, glancing at his watch as he ran down the steps. He was late. He’d wanted to get to work early. He had a busy day ahead. His mind on the Connecticut casino bid and the pile of work waiting on his desk, he strode along the uneven pavement to his black Mercedes parked at the other end of the narrow street.
He answered his ringing phone as he hurried toward his car, and heard a deep male voice rasp, “You didn’t get our message the first time, Callahan. You’ve forced us to play dirty. Give us the money and we might let you live.”
The menace in the stranger’s voice chilled Franco, tightening his gut. “Who is this?”
“Maybe you’ll listen to our new message.” The call disconnected.
Franco stared down at his phone.
An ear-splitting boom rent the air, vibrating the ground beneath his feet. The blast sent Franco on his rear, the breath knocked out of him. Ears ringing, struggling to sit, he saw a ball of fire at the end of the street. Flames licked at what was left of his car.
One Week Later
“Heard you need a bodyguard, Callahan.”
The sultry female voice jerked Franco’s attention from his computer. He swiveled his chair and glanced toward his office doorway. A thrill shot through him at the sight of the petite redhead, arms folded across her chest, leaning impudently against the doorjamb. He tamped down the excitement she always aroused in him and narrowed his eyes.
“Well, if it isn’t Josephine Fortune. What are you doing here?”
She stepped into the room and deposited her duffel bag on the floor. “I’m real glad to see you too, Callahan. And the name is Jo.”
The tough little spitfire rarely wore anything other than camouflage fatigues, T-shirts, and combat boots. He couldn’t help noticing the way her khaki-colored T-shirt stretched over her firm breasts and the way her full, pink lips—kissable lips—parted. She wasn’t his type he reminded himself, not for the first time in their five-year association. His type was tall, blonde, leggy, and a tigress in bed—not a fireball more comfortable on the shooting range than between satin sheets. He shot her an insolent smile, retreating into the playboy persona he showed the world.
Her green eyes, translucent and light as a spring leaf, studied him. “Logan and Doriana sent me to protect your sorry ass.”
His eyes never leaving hers, he stood. “I told them I don’t need protection. I’m sorry you had to come all this way. Go back to Tucson.”
Tension in every line of her toned body, she moved closer. “I don’t like this any more than you do, Callahan. Think I want to spend my time babysitting some spoiled playboy? As far as I’m concerned, if one of your bimbos has it in for you, that’s your problem.”
“Then leave.”
“No can do. Logan’s my boss. He sent me to keep someone from killing you and that’s what I’m going to do.”
The fear that was his constant companion these days pressed against his chest. Masking his feeling of vulnerability, he flattened his palms on his desk. “Tell Logan and Doriana thanks, but the Philadelphia police are handling the case. I don’t need a bodyguard.”
She moved even closer and leaned over the desk until their faces were inches apart. The woman had guts. He had to hand that to her. He wondered if anything scared her. A familiar scent surrounded her, teasing his nostrils. Grapefruit? On her the fruity aroma smelled tantalizing and seductive. Jo Fortune, seductive? He moved back from temptation.
She straightened and stepped away from his desk. “Sure, I’d rather be in sunny Arizona than rainy Philadelphia. But Doriana’s not too keen on her brother getting killed. So you’re stuck with me until the cops get whoever’s after you.”
He studied her and something stirred in him, the same feeling he’d had minutes ago; the feeling he’d gotten the first time he’d met her at Logan and Doriana’s wedding five years before, and every time after that. As an honorary member of the Callahan-Tanner clan, Jo was present at family holidays and functions. For all her smart mouth and bluster, he recognized the hurt that shadowed her eyes and softened her generous mouth. A part of him wanted to find out who put that hurt there and to take it away if he could. Jo brought out a protectiveness in him that scared him nearly as much as the thought of someone killing him.

More about The Redemption Series

imageTitle: B0040JI3PG
Series: Redemption #1
Author: Cara Marsi
Formats: E-book
Date Published: Jan 2014
Doriana Callahan's life is unraveling. Someone is stalking her and sabotaging her father's company; her teenage son is rebelling; and Logan Tanner is back in town. For sixteen years she's kept an explosive secret from Logan, a secret he soon discovers.
Logan never belonged in Doriana's world, but a long time ago he allowed himself to dream of a future with her, until the awful night he was forced to run. Now he's back and he needs her forgiveness, but first he must forgive himself.
Despite the fact that Doriana kept the existence of his son from him, Logan vows to protect her. He races against time to stop the culprit threatening Doriana and works to forge a bond with his son.
Can the love and passion that still burn between Doriana and Logan overcome old lies and new dangers? The clock is ticking on a second chance at love.
"Logan's Redemption has all the elements that keep the pages turning: romance, passion, thrills and suspense." Linda at Fallen Angel Reviews.
"LOGAN'S REDEMPTION by Cara Marsi is a great read, plain and simple. I thoroughly enjoyed this story and I definitely give it a Top Pick!" Julie at Romance Reader at Heart Reviews.
"Logan's Redemption should definitely be added to your must-read list." My Romance Story Reviews.
"Logan ’s Redemption is riveting." Lisa at My Romance Junkies Reviews.
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imageTitle: Luke’s Temptation
Series: Redemption #3
Author: Cara Marsi
Formats: E-book
Coming: Sep 30, 2014
Anita Santisi is an independent, successful businesswoman with a wounded heart. And some very bad people after her. Break-ins, home invasions, and attempted abductions have turned her comfortable life dangerous. Can she trust her mysterious, sexy new neighbor, Luke Corrado, or is he behind the criminal acts?
Special Agent Luke Corrado carries his guilt like a loaded Glock. A woman he loved was murdered because of him. Now, on a new undercover assignment to protect Anita Santisi, he’s determined to redeem himself. What he doesn’t expect is that Anita will tempt him to let down the barriers around his heart.
As Anita and Luke find themselves in ever-increasing danger, they must fight to stay alive. Will they open their hearts to each other before it’s too late?
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Top Ten

Thank you to Portals to New Worlds, for having me today. Cool name. They’ve asked me to write whatever I want. Always dangerous to give writers carte blanche, but I’m glad to oblige.

I’m a fan of David Letterman and his Top Ten. I decided to write about my Top Ten Favorite Romance Heroines.

I love the heroines in all of my books, of course. To name a few: Doriana Callahan from Logan’s Redemption, Redemption Book 1. Logan Tanner disappeared from her life sixteen years ago, but she’s never stopped loving him. Now, he’s back in town. She’s kept an explosive secret from him all these years. What will happen when he discovers it?

Jo Fortune from Franco’s Fortune, Redemption Book 2, is a security expert with a horrid past who hides behind a tough fa├žade. Inside, she’s vulnerable. Her job is to protect wealthy playboy Franco Callahan from whoever is trying to kill him. She finds protecting him is easier than protecting her heart. Will he discover her secret and reject her because of it?

Anita Santisi from Luke’s Temptation, Redemption Book 3, was betrayed and hurt badly in the past. Whenever a man gets close, she walks away, protecting her heart. But she can’t walk away from her sexy new neighbor, Luke Corrado, a mysterious man with his own dark past.

Here are my Top Ten Favorite Romance Heroines, which may not be ones familiar to a lot of you, but these are characters whom I’ve never forgotten:

10. Diana Hudson, aka Queenie Baby, from the Queenie Baby series by Christina Burke and Gemma Halliday. These books are hilarious. I love Queenie Baby’s sense of humor, and the fact that trouble follows her wherever she goes.

9. Maddie Springer from Gemma Halliday’s High Heels mysteries. Maddie is hilarious, but she’s also a klutz who gets her long-suffering hunky cop husband into dangerous scrapes, like a modern-day Lucille Ball.

8. Ginny Brandon from Rosemary Rogers’ Sweet Savage Love. The reason Ginny’s on this list is because I love the book, and it’s the first romance I read that contained explicit sex. I read it over and over. I might not like Ginny today because she’s a spoiled brat. But I loved her when I first read the book because this book opened a whole new world for me.

7. Shanna Trahern from Shanna by Kathleen Woodiwiss. This was the second romance I read that had explicit sex. I read this one over and over too. Shanna isn’t as spoiled as Ginny, but she is a bit spoiled. Sweet, Savage Love and Shanna hold special places in my heart.

6. Claire Randall from the Outlander series. Jamie Fraser from that series is my favorite romance hero. I had a little trouble relating to Claire. She seemed cold at first, but then I learned to really like her as her romance with Jamie burned up the pages. Claire is smart and resourceful.

5. Callie Michaelson from One Wore Gray by Heather Graham. She’s a strong, independent woman in the middle of a raging war. Loyal to the Union, she fights her attraction to the Confederate officer who wins her heart and her respect.

4. Elspeth Lamond from Bride of the MacHugh by Jan Cox Speas. This is one of my favorite books, a book not many have heard of. It’s a historical romance written in the 1950’s and set in the Scottish Highlands. The sex is behind closed doors, but it’s one of the sexiest books ever, much like Gone With the Wind, movie and book. You didn’t see behind those doors but you had a pretty good idea of what Rhett and Scarlett were doing. My girlfriend and I read Bride of the MacHugh when we were teens. We spent hours trying to figure out what Elspeth and the MacHugh did in that bedroom. This was back in those innocent days when teens really didn’t know much about sex. In the book, Elspeth is recovering from an illness and visits relatives in the Highlands. When she falls in love with the powerful MacHugh, head of his clan, her feelings scare her, but she has the courage to follow her heart.

3. Celia Marsdon from Green Darkness by Anya Seton. This is my favorite book of all time. Celia, in her current life, is an unhappy woman desperate to save her marriage. I admired her courage to work for her marriage, but also the courage to allow a hypnotist to regress her to a murderous past life that would help her solve her present-day problems and find happiness.

2. Douglass Montgomery from A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux. This is one of my favorite books. I love the way Douglass starts out as a bit of a doormat for her jerk boyfriend, but grows to a strong courageous woman by the end of the story.

And my favorite romance heroine:

1. Tamsen McCleod of the McCleod sisters in Aola Vandergriff’s Daughters of the South Wind series. I love this series and I love Tamsen. She’s strong, a fighter who will risk anything to protect her sisters and keep them out of harm’s way. She and Dan Tallent make one of my favorite romance couples. This is an author and a series not many seem to know, but I loved every one of these books that went from the 1800’s Wild West to WW1 Europe.

Who are your favorite romance heroines?

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about the author
imageCara Marsi, an award-winning author and self-proclaimed TV junkie, is a former corporate drone and cubicle dweller. Freed from her fabric-covered cage, she can now indulge her love of all things romance. She craves books with happy endings and loves to write about independent heroines and the strong heroes who love them. And she loves to put her characters in dangerous situations or situations merely dangerous to their hearts and watch them fight for the happy endings they deserve.
An eclectic author, Cara is published in romantic suspense, paranormal romance, and contemporary romance. She's also published numerous short romance stories in national women's magazines and online. When not traveling or dreaming of traveling, Cara and her husband live on the East Coast in a house ruled by their fat black diva of a cat named Killer.
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