tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27339977686452224952024-03-13T21:52:54.005+02:00Portals to New Worldsauthorkarenswarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414486754550732700noreply@blogger.comBlogger1174125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-83513024544170292602016-12-04T10:00:00.000+02:002016-12-04T10:00:02.991+02:00Blog Barrage - Ares (Guardians of Hades Series Book 1) by Felicity Heaton #giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-GB">Ares, book 1 in <i>New York Times</i> best-seller Felicity
Heaton’s hot new paranormal romance series, Guardians of Hades, is now
available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release of Ares and Megan’s
romance, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY and sharing sneak peeks of the
book. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-GB">Enter the ARES international giveaway (ends December
11th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate by
using the Rafflecopter form at her website, where you can also download a 4
chapter sample of the novel: <a href="http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/guardians-of-hades-ares-paranormal-romance-book.php">http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/guardians-of-hades-ares-paranormal-romance-book.php</a>
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<strong><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/guardians-of-hades-ares-paranormal-romance-book.php"><b>Ares (Guardians of Hades Series Book 1)</b></a></span></strong><span lang="EN-GB"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Felicity Heaton</span></strong><br />
Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Fire, Ares was banished from his home by
his father, Hades, two centuries ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep
our world and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Together with his six brothers, he fights
to defend the gates to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them and
gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to protect his home from
their dark influence. Caged by the manifestation of his power, held apart from
those he loves by his own fire and starved of physical contact, Ares lives a
cold existence driven by duty and the desire to return to his world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Until his world collides with a daemon who
steals his power and a mortal female who shatters the ice around his heart and
awakens the true fire within him—a soul-stirring passion both dangerous and
seductive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Megan has wandered far from her home,
driven from everyone she loves by the devastating realisation that she is
different to them all. Unsure who to trust in the world, she keeps to herself,
until a fateful stormy night brings a temptingly handsome warrior crashing into
her life and into her heart—a warrior who seems to hold powers more frightening
and marvellous than her own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">When the New York gate comes under threat,
and Ares is put to the test, will he choose his duty and regain the power he
needs in order to save his world or will he choose the desires of his heart and
sacrifice his fire so he can be with the woman becoming his whole world?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-GB">ARES is
available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks
stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your
preferred retailer at: <a href="http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/guardians-of-hades-ares-paranormal-romance-book.php">http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/guardians-of-hades-ares-paranormal-romance-book.php</a>
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<span lang="EN-GB">When the daemon returned, Ares would be
ready to deal with him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It wouldn’t be the first time he had gone
into battle injured and drained, and it wouldn’t even be the worst. Life in the
mortal world was making him soft. He had once battled a legion of daemons with
one arm broken and several arrows lodged in his left thigh, and he had
decimated them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Ares smiled. The good old days. It had been
centuries since he had gone to war together with his brothers, unleashing the
hunger for violence and destruction that made the god his parents had named him
after so proud of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He focused and the street whirled and
disappeared, replaced by his apartment. He flicked the light on, illuminating
the pale coffee-coloured walls and dark furniture in the open plan kitchen and
living room. He looked down at his boots and the puddle already forming around
them on his wooden floor, and toed them off and kicked them into the kitchen on
his right. They tumbled across the tiled floor, hit one of the oak cupboards
and stopped. He reached over his shoulder with his right hand, grabbed the back
of his ruined wet black t-shirt, pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the
tiles with his boots.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The water around his feet evaporated, steam
curling off his already drying black jeans. He needed to get his mood in check
before something bad happened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He closed his eyes and drew in several deep
breaths, holding each one before slowly expelling the air, and reined in his
temper together with his power, restoring the usual rigid control he kept over
it and stopping his flames from emerging. The heat that always surrounded him
settled to a more manageable, and safer, level, and he released another breath,
this one more a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted to do tonight was set
his apartment on fire. <i>Again</i>. It had
been a shitty enough night without that added cherry on top.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">When he felt calm enough to maintain
control over his fire, he walked into the open living room and pushed the
second door in the wall to his left open. He switched the bathroom light on,
turned and frowned at his reflection in the mirrored wall on his left above the
vanity unit and sink. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The female daemon had done a number on him.
Long gashes darted across his chest and forearms where she had caught him with
her claws. He touched the deepest one of the three on his pectorals and beads
of blood broke to the surface. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He frowned and the gold flecks in his eyes
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<span lang="EN-GB">The daemon shouldn’t have been able to land
a single blow on him, let alone several. He had been too complacent tonight. He
had been dealing with low level daemons for so long that he had forgotten there
were stronger ones out there, just waiting for him to drop his guard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Ares stared at the tip of his right index
finger and slowly released the iron grip he had on his power, allowing his
control to slip little by little until the air around his hand shimmered and he
could feel the heat of it against his chest. He slammed his hold over his
flames back into place, locking them down at their current level and stopping
them from burning out of control.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He ground his molars together, grabbed the
edge of the oak vanity unit with his other hand to steady himself and drew his
finger along the first cut across his chest. Fire blazed in the wake of his
finger but he didn’t stop or make a sound, not until he had reached the end of
the wound and had cauterised it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He drew a deep breath, blew it out and
flexed his fingers around the edge of the unit. His arm trembled and ached, his
shoulder socket throbbing madly. Two more slashes to seal and he could rest.
Pain tore through him with each one but it was necessary. He needed to regain his
strength as quickly as possible and that meant helping his healing process
along in his own way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and he lowered his head, breathing hard to stifle the pain as he struggled with
his power, wrestling it back under control until it was nothing more than an
aura of heat around him. He could leave the cuts on his forearms. They were
shallow and would easily heal without his assistance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He flicked the steel tap on, waited until
the water was frigid, and then doused his chest and arms with enough of it to
clean the blood away. The water heated and steamed the second it touched his
skin, and would have evaporated immediately if it hadn’t been ice cold. When
the blood was gone, he settled his hands on the edges of the sink, leaning over
it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The water swirled as it reached the drain,
ribbons of red streaking the maelstrom. Pain pulsed through him, stealing his
strength and focus. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Motionless, he watched his blood snaking
down his arms as it continued to trickle from his wounds, immune to his heat
because it ran as hot as the rest of him, and then the sink, sliding down it to
join the running water. It mesmerised him and time slipped past him as he lost
himself in listening to his steady breathing and staring at the swirling water.
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<span lang="EN-GB">The taste of iron in his mouth slowly grew
stronger, drawing his focus back to the world, and he probed each tooth with
his tongue. It brushed one of his molars and the flow of blood increased. He
closed his eyes, reached into his mouth and tugged the loose tooth free, turned
it in his fingers, feeling nothing, and then let it fall. It clattered around
the white porcelain bowl and stopped in the drain. It didn’t bother him. It
would grow back in time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">His temper faded, emotions falling back
into place and calm washing through him at last.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He rinsed his arms again, grabbed a white
towel off the ones scrunched up on the side of the oak unit and patted himself
dry, careful to avoid the cuts and keeping an eye on the soft material. With
his temper back under control, it should be safe but he never could quite trust
himself. It just took one wrong thought, or a momentary slip in concentration,
and he had to go shopping for new linen or new towels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">His hands heated and he dropped the towel
next to the sink. Tiny flames flickered over his fingertips. He shook his hand,
willing them to behave, and they disappeared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Ares turned on his heel, exited the
bathroom and stalked straight towards his bedroom to his left. The world beyond
the bank of windows that formed the exterior wall of his apartment was dark
despite the lights from the streets and the buildings surrounding Central Park.
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<span lang="EN-GB">He banked left in his bedroom and slid the
oak door to the closet open. He flicked on the light and his weapons greeted
him, gleaming steel and death. The sight of them always brought a smile to his
lips. There was nothing more beautiful than knives and guns. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He stepped into the closet and ran his hand
over the leather and metal circular shield hanging on the back wall, and then
the hilt of the matching sword that hung behind it. Metal of the gods. It was
warm beneath his fingers, vibrating with power that had him closing his eyes as
he absorbed it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He missed the feel of it in his hand. The
weight of it. Only steel forged by the gods could channel his power, and his
father had deemed the weapon too destructive to use in the mortal world. Ares
hadn’t been pleased to hear that, and neither had his brothers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He pulled a circular silver and black
amulet from the pocket of his jeans and hung it so it lay in the centre of his
shield. It would be safest here while he went out to hunt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He grabbed his black leather shoulder
holster, backed out of the closet, switched off the light and slid the door
shut. Two gleaming silver knives sat in their sheaths above two equally bright
guns. He slung the holster over his bare shoulder and checked each gun, sliding
the clips out to check they were fully loaded before slotting them back in and
ensuring he had a round chambered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It wasn’t often that he had to rely on
mortal-made weaponry to assist him in his nightly battle against the daemons in
his city, but it was reassuring to have them on hand in case he needed them. In
his weakened state, they were a blessing from Zeus himself. He could use them
to slow daemons down and it was far easier to kill with these weapons than it
was with his power. Mortals turned a blind eye when they saw people fighting
with guns. They tended to stare if he used his powers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Ares crossed his dark bedroom to the long
ebony chest of drawers that lined the dividing wall, set his weapons down and
grabbed a fresh t-shirt. He slipped into the black top and then settled his
holster around his broad shoulders. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Dry, armed and no longer bleeding. Things
were looking up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He veered right and skirted around the
short length of wall that divided his bedroom from a smaller open room on the
other side, walking between it and the red armchair of his suite. The single
overhead light from the living room cast pale streaks over the fuel tank of his
motorbike. He ran a hand over the paintwork as he passed, promising he would
polish it soon, and then opened the French doors onto the balcony. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The city stretched before him, shrouded in
rain and darkness, a panorama of a world on the edge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Only it didn’t know it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Only he and his brothers knew how close to
destruction this world was, a curse from the Moirai so they never forgot or
questioned the importance of their duty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Its fate depended on them and their mission
to protect the gates to the Underworld.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He moved forwards to the railing, his eyes
scanning the city, searching it and hoping that the feeling in his gut was
wrong and he wouldn’t be needed again tonight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Lightning forked across the sky, throwing
the buildings into stark relief for a split second before descending them back
into darkness. With each brilliant flash, he saw a different city.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The future of this world should they fail.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It balanced on the brink of ruin, the
buildings hollow shells, torn and shattered, and the trees ablaze in the fiery
darkness. The hot air carried the shrieks of the creatures responsible for the
horror and the wails of suffering mortals. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Ares gripped the railing of his balcony,
every muscle tensing as he caught flickers of that world in each lightning
strike. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Rain lashed the dark scene, falling as
water in this world and fire in the next. The wind drove it hard, so nothing
could escape the inferno sweeping the land.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Lightning slammed into the earth again,
causing another flicker between this rain-soaked night and what he and his
brothers had termed the <i>otherworld</i>.
It was getting worse and had been for the past decade. Something was growing in
the darkness, a threat he and his brothers had been waiting to take form since
the oracles had spoken of it to their father centuries ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Time was running out. Soon their unknown
enemy would reveal themselves and the battle to prevent his world and this
mortal one from colliding would begin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">A boom shook the ground and his head
snapped up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The lights across the city died, as though
eaten by Nyx herself, plunging the landscape into shadows that seemed unholy
and spoke to his senses. He spotted nothing in the darkness though. No sign of
daemons or his prey.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Silence wrapped her arms around him,
comforting and tender. Ares embraced her in return, savouring this moment of
quiet, all too aware of the storm that was coming and that the battle this time
would be to the death.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Bloodshed was on his mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He leaned forwards and glanced at the
street several storeys below. Cars passed in both directions, their lights the
only mortal-made ones in this dark world tonight. Thunder raged overhead and
lightning ravaged the land. The scent of earth and rain filled the charged air.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He waited.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">A blackout of this magnitude would draw
daemons out. They would want to feed on the fear it created.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He would see to it they paid for their vile
hungers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">This was his city. Maintaining the peace
here and protecting it were his responsibilities, ever since his father had
banished him and his brothers from the Underworld two centuries ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">A dark curse rolled off his tongue in the
mortal language and the lightning struck with more force, blazing purple-white
and shaking the ground. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Had they sensed his desire to speak in his
natural tongue? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The gods of Mount Olympus hated it when
those with his power spoke the language of the Underworld on Earth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Tranquil silence rolled over the world in
the wake of the thunder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The sound of his cell phone ringing
shattered it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It was muffled and distant. He had probably
left it with his coat in the living room when he had gone out tonight. Whoever
was ringing would give up soon and peace would be his again until the first
daemon surfaced to take advantage of the storm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The phone continued to fill the apartment
with a sombre melody and then stopped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Silence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Ares sighed and returned his attention to
his city. Each explosion of light revealed it to him. Not the otherworld this
time but the current one, full of perfect buildings and unharmed nature, and no
daemons crawling around. For now. They would emerge soon enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">His phone started ringing again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He grimaced.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">They were persistent. Only one person could
annoy him so thoroughly without trying. His anger rose again, his temperature
rising along with it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Closing his eyes, he reached a hand out
behind him and pictured his phone. It whipped into his hand. Being a son of
Hades had certain advantages. The power to manipulate his surroundings and the
ability to teleport were just two of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The bright screen of his phone held a
picture of his youngest brother grinning like a fool.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Ares wasn’t in the mood for Calistos’s
usual brand of mischief tonight. He swiped his thumb over the option to ignore
his call and waited for it to begin ringing again. Nothing annoyed his little
brother more than being ignored. Once, Ares had declined a call three times in
a row and Cal had teleported from Paris to New York just to give him an earful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The phone remained silent this time. Maybe
his brother had got the message.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He tossed the phone back into his
apartment, using his power to guide it back to the crimson couch. The storm
began to abate but the electricity showed no sign of returning. Would it be out
all night? Now that would be the perfect end to a perfect night. He would be
working until dawn to keep the daemons in check.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Rain continued to sweep across the city. It
beaded on the back of his hands where they grasped the balcony railing. The
droplets steamed and shrank, his body too hot for them to withstand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Being a son of Hades had disadvantages too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The heat inside him rose until the water on
his skin evaporated. He took a deep breath and reined in his anger. The last
thing he wanted to do was set fire to his apartment on a miserable night like
tonight. He cursed the rain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">His insides tingled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The rain slowed at last, causing the earthy
scent of the storm to thicken, but it couldn’t mask the coppery stench of evil.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The daemon was back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Ares rolled his shoulders, stepped back
from the railing and turned his hands palm up. He channelled his power towards
them. Fierce pale flames rose from his fingers, casting light over the balcony.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">He grinned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Time to hunt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-GB">Find all the
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<b><span lang="EN-GB">Books
in the Guardians of Hades paranormal romance series:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Title: Archangel’s Touch - Series: Archangels’ Series # 2 - Author: <a href="http://www.authorkarenswart.com/" target="_blank">Karen Swart</a> - Genre: Paranormal Romance</span> </div>
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Gabriel is the Archangel that sounded the first Horn for the End of Days. He battles to recompose himself and continue with his duties. He searches for a missing part of himself but cannot find it. What he finds instead is his former enemy and lover, who is embarking on a dangerous mission to stop the prophecy of The End of Days. Certain that she would return to her old ways and betray them, Gabriel joins the mission to protect his brethren and destroy her. </div>
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Alexia, former Princess Demon of Hell, is thrown into a mission she wanted nothing to do with. With her knowledge of the demon world, she must act as a guide for a Fallen female and test a fable about a ring that might destroy Lucifer. Her new life as a human has been humiliating, her past haunts her, and her former lover hates her. Why fight for something you can never have? </div>
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Thrown together for this mission, Alexia and Gabriel will be tested. Will they destroy each other? Or will their love be strong enough to save them both, and the world? </div>
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<b><i>She was his poison and antidote all wrapped into one.</i></b> </div>
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Genre: Paranormal Romance <br />
Audience: 18 + <br />
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Publisher: Karen Swart <br />
Cover By: Jasmyn Designs <br />
Editor: Jasmin Petricola (Blue Butterfly Editing) <br />
Published Date: April 30, 2015 <br />
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Raven Black is no martyr, but she has a secret she deems worth protecting. Placed into the care of Zadkiel, the Archangel of Mercy, Raven Black tries with all her might and main to hide her deadly secret. It’s difficult to know who to trust or who to confide in, but Raven knows she’s unwilling to be exploited to get the Archangels’ greatest enemy. She seals her lips, refusing to speak and enduring the ensuing torture in silence. </div>
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After centuries of nothing but duty, Zadkiel is tormented by the hellhound Raven. The closer he gets to her, the more he discovers about this lethal beauty. With each passing moment an uncontrollable desire is awakened, and with it an ancient evil is provoked. </div>
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When he discovers her secret, Zadkiel must choose between all of mankind and the woman he has come to love. Can he save her in time, or will his failure bring forth the end of days? </div>
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<b><i>He would awaken a desire that would burn through hell</i></b><i>.</i> </div>
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The door opened and Zadkiel marched into the room. He looked around and found me sitting on a few flour bags where I was trying to remain hidden from the world. I was beyond angry with him. How dare he take my picture! He had no right! </div>
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“Raven.” He walked over to me. </div>
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“Go to hell, Zadkiel,” I sneered at him. </div>
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“Well, actually that is where I am going. But first, I need to make sure that you will be alright while I am gone.” His words had me finally looking at him. </div>
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“You are going into hell?” He seemed determined enough. </div>
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“Yes, I need to find the other female and try and get more information. Her sister is lost about her research and is unable to make out what we are supposed to know.” He didn’t even flinch when he replied. </div>
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So, why did I? </div>
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“Are you serious?” </div>
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“Yes, we have no choice.” He seemed way too nonchalant for a guy taking a trip down to hell. </div>
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I wished I had the courage to tell him I would go with him, but I was scared shitless of the place and what lay within it. “How long will you be gone?” I asked instead. </div>
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“I am hoping to find her in a day or two. But I am concerned about you.” He turned his back to me, and I couldn’t see his eyes. A strange combination of sensations took hold of me with his words. First I was delighted, and then I was just plain devastated. How the hell would I be able to stay awake? Shit! I am not going to be able to and then… </div>
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“I will be back before each nightfall to help you sleep, of course. Then I will return to the hunt the next morning,” he interjected, as if reading my thoughts. My heart leapt with gratitude. “Would you be able to help the others in the gym while I am searching?” He finally looked at me. </div>
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“It’s difficult,” I replied. Kasadya was always bugging me and then the others would soon be here bugging me too. </div>
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“Please, for me.” His pleading had my heart jumping. </div>
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“Okay, I’ll try, but if they start bugging me, I am out of here.” My eyes roamed over his huge frame, his soft hair begging for my fingers to rub it. </div>
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“Fair enough, but please stay here. Try to assist them as much as you can. I don’t know if I will be able to find the other female, and we need your assistance.” He bent down and cupped my face in his hand, his eyes roaming over me. </div>
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“Why didn’t you just give the picture to them?” I breathed. </div>
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“Some things are personal and don’t need to be shared with everyone. I will not share what I have seen, Raven. I know trust is difficult for you, but I would like nothing more than to earn that trust.” His thumb rubbed over my lower lip, his eyes fixed on the action. </div>
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He looked around and found me sitting on a few flour bags where I was trying to remain hidden from the world. I was beyond angry with him. How dare he take my picture! He had no right! <br>“Raven.” He walked over to me. <br>“Go to hell, Zadkiel,” I sneered at him. <br>“Well, actually that is where I am going. But first, I need to make sure that you will be alright while I am gone.” His words had me finally looking at him. <br>“You are going into hell?” He seemed determined enough. <br>“Yes, I need to find the other female and try and get more information. Her sister is lost about her research and is unable to make out what we are supposed to know.” He didn’t even flinch when he replied. <br>So, why did I? <br>“Are you serious?” <br>“Yes, we have no choice.” He seemed way too nonchalant for a guy taking a trip down to hell. <br>I wished I had the courage to tell him I would go with him, but I was scared shitless of the place and what lay within it. “How long will you be gone?” I asked instead. <br>“I am hoping to find her in a day or two. But I am concerned about you.” He turned his back to me, and I couldn’t see his eyes. A strange combination of sensations took hold of me with his words. First I was delighted, and then I was just plain devastated. How the hell would I be able to stay awake? Shit! I am not going to be able to and then… <br>“I will be back before each nightfall to help you sleep, of course. Then I will return to the hunt the next morning,” he interjected, as if reading my thoughts. My heart leapt with gratitude. “Would you be able to help the others in the gym while I am searching?” He finally looked at me. <br>“It’s difficult,” I replied. Kasadya was always bugging me and then the others would soon be here bugging me too. <br>“Please, for me.” His pleading had my heart jumping. <br>“Okay, I’ll try, but if they start bugging me, I am out of here.” My eyes roamed over his huge frame, his soft hair begging for my fingers to rub it. <br>“Fair enough, but please stay here. Try to assist them as much as you can. I don’t know if I will be able to find the other female, and we need your assistance.” He bent down and cupped my face in his hand, his eyes roaming over me. <br>“Why didn’t you just give the picture to them?” I breathed. <br>“Some things are personal and don’t need to be shared with everyone. I will not share what I have seen, Raven. 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authorkarenswarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414486754550732700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-31394085250289287792016-11-22T16:58:00.001+02:002016-11-22T16:58:15.437+02:00GRAB YOUR COPY NOW AT 99c!! Swords & Stilettos by USA Bestselling Author@KVanRisseghem - http://amzn.to/2gxXX75 #YA #UrbanFantasy<p align="center"><font size="4"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="4"><img src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51PnnUPsg-L._SY346_.jpg"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="4"><strong>GRAB YOUR COPY NOW AT 99c!!</strong><br><strong><em>Swords & Stilettos by USA Bestselling Author Kristin D. Van Risseghem</em></strong><br>Genre: Young Adult Urban Fantasy<br>Release Date: December 7, 2016<br>Price: $0.99 (Now until January 31, 2017)<br>Link: </font><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N8Y9LUS"><font size="4">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N8Y9LUS</font></a><br><font size="4">Blurb:<br>Zoe Jabril needs to devise a kick-ass plan to save the world ASAP. Otherwise, Armageddon starts the day she turns eighteen—and if that happens, everything is going to hell. Literally.<br>She could be any other 17-year-old attending parties and checking out cute guys—except she discovers her best friend is a Guardian Angel and the boy she crushes on is a Nephilim, both sent to protect her from the demons who want her dead.<br>Now Zoe has to deal with growing feelings toward the Nephilim, who spreads a strange electrical current through her body every time he touches her. And she’s under constant attack from Demons, trying to stop her from fulfilling the Prophecy: a girl will be born who will unite Angels, Nephilim, Fairies and Werewolves to battle evil. Then she has to control newly found talents if she’s to prevent the devil from escaping Hell.</font></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-48694733222233799472016-11-22T10:22:00.001+02:002016-11-22T10:22:26.725+02:00FREEBIE - #Gothic #Dark #Fantasy #Romance Larkspur-Larkspur Series #1 Clandestina by @VMJaskiernia - http://amzn.to/2gx9Cmq<p> <p><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51VDcf6eH6L.jpg"> <p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0000" size="4">FREEBIE ALERT - #Gothic #Dark #Fantasy #Romance Larkspur-Larkspur Series #1 Clandestina by V. M. Jaskiernia</font> <p align="center"><font size="4">Childhood love, forbidden magic, and a goddess of death. </font> <p align="center"><font size="4">A romance is reignited when Pierre Salvador returns to court, now a surgeon and ready to take up his duties as duc. But his love, family, and friends are unaware of his dealings with Mora, the Lady of Death. Striving to know all the physical and mystical means of controlling life, and ending it, he became a suitor to the daimon in return for her knowledge and power. With one final task he will master necrocræft, but will Mora let him go? </font> <p align="center"><font size="4">Now including the opening scene of Delphinium. </font> <p align="center"><font size="4">Website/blog: vmjaskiernia.com </font> <p align="center"><font size="4"><font color="#ff0000">❈❉❊❋Join Victoria's mailing list and get the sequel FREE! ❈❉❊❋ https://my.sendinblue.com/users/subscribe/js_id/2lxgt/id/1</font> </font> <p align="center"><font size="4">Amazon Link: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00J7H9JIG">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00J7H9JIG</a></font><font size="4"> </font> <p align="center"><font size="4">Universal book link: <a href="https://www.books2read.com/u/3LDae3">https://www.books2read.com/u/3LDae3</a></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="4"></font></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-14522610220966841112016-11-15T23:00:00.000+02:002016-11-15T23:00:20.709+02:00Cover Reveal: Ares (Guardians of Hades Series Book 1) by Felicity Heaton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-GB">Step into a brand new paranormal romance world featuring sexy Greek god heroes on a mission from the Underworld to prevent our world and theirs from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the fates themselves and engineered by a group of deadly daemons. These powerful and passionate sons of Hades are sure to capture your imaginations and your hearts as they face down the rising threat against the two worlds and stop at nothing to claim the women who steal their hearts along the way.<strong><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Felicity Heaton</span></strong><br />Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Fire, Ares was banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Together with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to protect his home from their dark influence. Caged by the manifestation of his power, held apart from those he loves by his own fire and starved of physical contact, Ares lives a cold existence driven by duty and the desire to return to his world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">When the New York gate comes under threat, and Ares is put to the test, will he choose his duty and regain the power he needs in order to save his world or will he choose the desires of his heart and sacrifice his fire so he can be with the woman becoming his whole world?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-GB">Pre-order available soon. Find out more at: <a href="http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/guardians-of-hades-ares-paranormal-romance-book.php"><span style="font-weight: normal;">http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/guardians-of-hades-ares-paranormal-romance-book.php</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-GB">Ares is due for release in ebook and paperback on November 26th 2016 and will be available from all major online book retailers on that day, but it will be available for pre-order on Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Apple iBooks and Google Play stores in the week before release.</span></i><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Join Felicity’s mailing list to receive a notification when <b><i>Ares</i></b> is released, PLUS a sneak preview of the first 4 chapters of the book and chances to win a signed paperback copy: <a href="http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/newsletter.php">http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/newsletter.php</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Add the book to your Goodreads shelf at: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20940858-ares">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20940858-ares</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-GB">Books in the Guardians of Hades paranormal romance series:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Felicity Heaton is a <i>New York Times</i> and <i>USA Today</i> international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, her best-selling Her Angel romance series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm romance series or any of her stand alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try her Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series. Or if you like hot-blooded alpha heroes who will let nothing stand in the way of them claiming their destined woman then try her Eternal Mates series. It’s packed with sexy heroes in a world populated by elves, vampires, fae, demons, shifters, and more. If sexy Greek gods with incredible powers battling to save our world and their home in the Underworld are more your thing, then be sure to step into the world of Guardians of Hades.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>Title: Breathe Me: A ‘Me’ Novel</b></div>
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<b>Author: Jeri Williams</b></div>
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<b>Audience: New Adult Over 18+</b></div>
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<b>Genre: Romance</b></div>
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<b>Format: Ebook & Paperback</b></div>
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<b>Publisher: Gone Writing Publishing</b></div>
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<b>Cover by: Najla Qamber Designs </b></div>
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<b>Pages: 234 Pages</b></div>
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<b>ISBN: 1517247462</b></div>
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<b>ASIN: B01373A6WS</b></div>
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<b>Date Published: July 31, 2015</b></div>
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You know how you hear those stories about once abused kids growing up and<br />
overcoming the difficult lie they have been dealt? They become majorly<br />
successful— like FBI agents or lawyers or something cool and never have any<br />
lingering problems?<br />
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Well, this isn’t one of those stories. In fact, those stories are just that,<br />
stories. They are things that I read about in the many books I bury myself in<br />
when I’m alone. I used to know how my life was going to be, how I was going to<br />
live out my lifeless days: unloved and fearful. Hopeless to the possibility that<br />
life, my life, could be anything better than what it is now.<br />
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I knew that I would either give up, or give in, either one would eventually<br />
be the end of me; I didn’t think that was so bad. I would no longer be<br />
constantly reminded that I was sh*t, and would be sh*t, no matter how hard I<br />
tried to make it different. I thought it was all easier just to slip away.<br />
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But that was before, before Deklan.<br />
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Jeri Williams lives a super fabulous lifestyle (by fabulous, she mean's kinda</div>
lame) in the hot Florida sun and loves reading of any kind (except instruction<br />
manuals and cereal boxes). She has always written stories and made her family<br />
listen to them since she was young, although this is her first book she has ever<br />
published. She is a mom of an up-and-coming Jerry Seinfeld (in girl form) and<br />
also enjoys being right and knowing everything, although she is hardly ever<br />
right and really doesn't know anything and is obsessed with inventing miniature<br />
zoo animals you can carry around in your pocket (although not really).<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04674195442386739449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-61791458246252609252015-12-17T07:27:00.000+02:002015-12-17T07:27:00.348+02:00Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: The Beast by A.R. Davis @writerardavis @sparklebooktour<div><br></div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdq0mjiPmvYJL8QJBe3U7i_fyeTg-2vn-4OF0fCNMCGgMlCU8ahkgxZ9vhDjhulOZbWRFrb99Rurm_7Wu3-AI1grWncazQ_XAlcHKqizNRg304wEUQ5Vkoa-HuAFLuQXZNpRr_kHqydSw/s1600-h/the%252520beast%252520banner%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="the beast banner" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="the beast banner" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZkJm_ei56aYxwpDVF2kImddnUU4es_YzIRLiNd4DsntR-cCy_zx3Gxe9cG6qiHgjGRDam-W3CwXxGuvzV_qNnqoFcuMQaOxaZbpYeyOgIpBjcgGX8djQd5Ps8CLSHb-pTFQvDaZ16ldc3/?imgmax=800" width="514" height="165"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: medium">PRESENTED BY</span></div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYM2y5pooYpq4e3obu6CQ3_T4zAeRuUXtTwGe3TjYPeMFPU-bJZ7QKxTtFPNVgmQ55ofeBy9a1itENGgD1NWM0-4Q9FJweqq8jV0toEjW88TJ8zY0YV_rFY-NTFviETaDwvMBmoho9kC82/s1600-h/logotrans%25255B4%25255D.png"><img title="logotrans" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="logotrans" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSEfue5FL_qqTYDKPEQYCz78wiSB1YPxRQENRdwyl9VwYqeqYpTSYufS0680C3qUMb8vzXvU6HJonYUzJBo-p3p2iO44wvIxw-8zUwr8qp4_4xC_6rldivuf309c4TPH5HF0ek6kgBsV3-/?imgmax=800" width="240" height="224"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div><br><strong>Title: The Beast</strong> <br><strong>Author: A.R. Davis</strong> <br><strong>Audience: Young Adult </strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpmNcqPTFGoAnJWe0cygqP4sR1kn7917tUbuVB8gpoqTOsXlTK4Dv1oJat8CV1746_H2Sk2S75neuEVrYi4LVVOZqrNuhBVE2dgbzPjTgvCN5_piEpXhTd2BBsG9ZMHtMDBajXhJ5kBZp/s1600-h/the%252520beast%252520gif%25255B4%25255D.gif"><strong><img title="the beast gif" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="the beast gif" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6U5lfok2fx83MDJXFjtyXd1Vc91cCXsTXQh2WcQaoCLEZKkkZnhPCuPfCa4o2UvLmzHYEJq-nih-8wEbikW90stZ299Knu264Z3gorfknmqhQ3RPg0pjiafOoIE6mDnITMCJELmm0wtXO/?imgmax=800" width="294" align="right" height="353"></strong></a> <br><strong>Genre: Fantasy</strong> <br><strong>Format: E-book and Paperback</strong> <br><strong>Publisher: Alice Davis</strong> <br><strong>Cover by: Joseph Bradley</strong> <br><strong>Editor: Kathrin DePue</strong> <br><strong>Pages: 438</strong> <br><strong>ISBN: 1514781743</strong> <br><strong>ASIN: B010QVQ9RA</strong> <br><strong>Date Published: 7/7/2015</strong> <br> <br> <br> <div align="center"><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEzJDWJxTpNbW7F4MYG2TMQLRHBUbFOvbYBEYuIP_6YMy-a5_atYdDDTh3jcMksYk_bWER6xiU_4cDpGdbq4X2mFN529SscHw5DMrb0vUdHY1CdqFwm1gVEU5_dPfOWixvd3g6HKgXVqs/s1600-h/blurb%252520%2525286%252529%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="blurb (6)" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="blurb (6)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAW3129mdpwQvBNrM9FA6UNco_5cvQaXh22Lvnl0B8G62wKXfRle8AhKHe1sjiR3-VFWziUhvGXnec8U6JP2bmib0s1b5PCsZ0-AqR7ztx5GcuAsqTfxD0vqBJwlea6fillorP9VlUinVn/?imgmax=800" width="292" height="96"></a></strong> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center">The citizens of Leola live in fear of the dense, dark forest that borders their town. Men disappear into the brush or are found dismembered as if they were attacked by a rabid Beast. But fear of a different kind also breeds in the citizens of Leola. For Valerie Mason, starvation is worse than potentially disappearing. With her former guardsman father drowning his troubles in spirits, it’s up to Valerie to keep them afloat by any means necessary…even if it means breaking the law. Young Aubrey, the future Lord of Leola, fears that once he dies, the pages of his personal history will be left blank. When he hears of the dangers threatening his town, he knows the only way ensure that he lives on in the memory of his people is to venture into the forest and defend it himself…even if it might cost him his life. Valerie and Young Aubrey must each breach the veil of trees again and again on their own quests. Will Valerie or Young Aubrey emerge victorious, or will they fall victim to their own demons and The Beast? </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX69-ZQ7kB4HlUUF1KGPXNm84wM2LTWkFPIcljeiHxW53FVqknoJUTL-84tvyHG0jmwhHKppHeJBYzdZqyGNQ-kW8nyHR_p8Kg2pMHuYAFy2vycU3ZYOd4apJJNAJPksxb1XRFqSZvNtfu/s1600-h/book%252520links%252520%2525284%252529%25255B4%25255D.gif"><strong><img title="book links (4)" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="book links (4)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkxPH35BttywmQzp_lG-SwuaUrM34d-g5bYfwJT2o5MVpF1OXoQFn4eLy0yozS7vfxHXa70DnPcNH72oW_ZIKwpQ2uamsPg9kCCKU8FaOh3YzYFC5T2Z3uvCDd43k6sYSkSQ-gk9O1Fy2/?imgmax=800" width="350" height="70"></strong></a> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beast-R-Davis/dp/1514781743/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr="><strong><img title="Amazon (1)" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Amazon (1)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVmRJ1CqbvqxAfxE14Nk2TG4weBHRQgR0xgrk-KKNPXRAJgyS0e9eNI4vbLA-sqkSiq5MbQrzQYcvLaZlf9blCx0EdBf41TkhvhB9i7Q2Zec1OrmJAq-w3zspvGcQt3koj_VsA33mHWPZ/?imgmax=800" width="88" height="90"></strong></a><strong> </strong><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25836476-the-beast"><strong><img title="goodreads" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="goodreads" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxINFgWdXGyznx9BA0K6Z6W46xDj_6u33kvOUU8AIVfGZZF6bkos0YS8B-c1jKsHI0sOqFRYI9Kc8U-_ybk4NUnVzCe0riv5PoyxeWfFEKV0WOuAQ-OoK0V7zHrA5wrWZXF98tYvwyhAJ/?imgmax=800" width="82" height="84"></strong></a> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: medium"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beast-R-Davis/dp/1514781743/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr="><strong>AMAZON</strong></a><strong> / </strong><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25836476-the-beast"><strong>GOODREADS</strong></a></span> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: medium"></span> </div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPC46fOJ9i1_7k_y3rXrUQGjcbbAG7W-GOKohgQuov5q5GdOuJDUx8mONiOJfa4RwD5n62FJrjJaW3DlpxFKRrl2B_XcaLCzWmKaACqq_42PsE4PNi5ZhEmfI1wFK0P6VkcU8_sdc8KN6P/s1600-h/excerpt%252520%2525286%252529%25255B4%25255D.gif"><strong><img title="excerpt (6)" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="excerpt (6)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49OVAoxrodvb_5Pjy2iSc6StM8nBWtOp6ClxD_KVRv95t8K31awQVTI7EBS1gHnd-CeJkDOzLatPwnhpVT9K77sVxrzv8qwA8sE_7s1BHlNYVyR28XubCyTFWqoHklNQHcyoAaLZaG8Gk/?imgmax=800" width="312" height="77"></strong></a> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div><br></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: "book antiqua""><strong>Chapter 1</strong></span> <br><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: "book antiqua""><strong><br></strong></span></div>Valerie Mason emerged from the relative quiet of the forest and stepped back into the town of Leola just as the sun peaked above the buildings. She carried a bag of two dead rabbits whose blood was seeping through the bottom. She wrapped her arms around the bundle and walked as quickly and inconspicuously as she could, though the obvious tears around the skirt of her dress made it hard for her to blend in with the crowd. The hunters would not appreciate her encroaching on their territory again. She had been scolded a few times. The last time, they had taken her cargo away from her. She could not afford to have that happen again. <br>On her way to the marketplace, she passed the pub her father frequented. Valerie wondered if her father was in there now. She had half a mind to go look, but it would only delay her and it was quite useless otherwise. Last night, her father had returned home with a black eye and shards of glass embedded in his arm. With their combined salary, they were able to cover most of the doctor’s expenses. Whenever Valerie had any doubts about the necessity of her going into the forest to steal, she was reminded of the reason she had to continue with this dirty business. If Valerie refused to steal meat from the hunters’ traps, they would have had to choose between rent and supper—or doctor’s visits and rent and supper. Was it so wrong with the fact that she did not want them to starve? <br>Her father was, of course, apologetic as always, and as always, she forgave him before the words were even out of his mouth. It was easier for Valerie to forgive than to be angry with him. After all, he was all she had left, and she could not lose him, even if sometimes it felt like he was determined to be lost. Her father assured her that the other man struck first. The childish part of Valerie wanted to ask, “But why did you have to strike back?” <br>Valerie turned sixteen the previous spring, and she was too old to ask such naïve questions. She was of age to be considered for marriage, but there were no suitors lining up at her door, not that Valerie was interested in such things. She was only thinking about her father. Although, if she married, it might be easier to take care of him. <br>The town of Leola was drinking in the remains of late-summer. Women hung their laundry out the window, on the line between buildings. Wet slopping sounds of waste being tossed down into the alleyways could be heard as it spilled down the cobble-stone streets toward the main road. Lord Aubrey’s guardsmen marched in a unified line carrying rifles, their metal armor winking in the sunlight. Several passersby waved hello to Valerie, and she waved back cautiously. Children ran breathlessly as they chased each other, their laughter ringing in the air and mixing with the incoherent shouts of stall owners. Horses clopped lazily along pulling their carriages with heads bowed low as though they feared to make eye contact with beings around them. The aromas of waste, horse hide, and baking bread created a strange concoction in the air. All of this blended together to form the smell of the town that Valerie knew best. <br>She stopped in front of the tailor’s display window. The tailor himself was arranging a beautiful emerald gown for all of Leola to see. There was already a group of girls standing in front of the window, pointing, giggling, and gossiping. Valerie took a moment to imagine herself in that gown. Maybe she would join the girls in their gossip. Maybe she would be invited to one of Lord Aubrey’s parties, and he would be so impressed by her wit and charm that he would give her enough money to take care of her father forever. <br>The weight of the dead rabbits was enough to snap her out of her momentary daydream. No lady could carry such cargo and still be considered lovely or charming or witty. Valerie thought she had completely rid herself of such fantasies, but they kept finding her as though she was engaging them in an endless game of hide and seek. <br>A severely strict looking woman, who wore her hair in a bun so tight that it appeared to pull her face up toward her ears, was just turning the sign from Closed to Open on the front door of the bookshop. Valerie waited patiently for Mrs. Lind to finish arranging the books in front of the display window before walking inside. <br>The bell rang when Valerie pushed the door open. Mrs. Lind promptly swiveled around wearing a scarily forced smile and folded her hands in front of her. Her voice rose to an unnaturally high pitch. <br>“Wel –” she said before dropping three octaves into a low, disappointed tone. “Oh. It’s you”—her substitute for “Good morning.” <br>Altogether, it wasn’t said unkindly, though anyone else might have taken offense. Valerie simply shrugged it off. <br>Mrs. Lind snatched the bag away from Valerie. She made a face like something smelled rotten. “Did anyone see you?” <br>“No, ma’am.” If they did, you would already know, Valerie thought. It was best to keep such comments to herself. She didn’t want to argue with Mrs. Lind and lose her job. Even though she was only allowed to clean the shop and alphabetize the books, Valerie enjoyed it. There was something about being quiet in a room where hundreds of stories were at her fingertips. It was the only place where Valerie felt she was in control of anything. <br>“If they catch you, I’ll have to fire you. And I’ll pretend I knew nothing.” <br>“Yes, ma’am.” <br>Mrs. Lind sniffed. “Is that all you can say to me?” She imitated Valerie’s tone, “Yes, ma’am. No, ma’am. Are you a machine?” <br>Valerie didn’t know how else to respond to that question. “No, ma’am.” Though some days, she did feel like a machine. This was one of those days. <br>Mrs. Lind sighed with a hint of pity and stored the bag in a safe place where the rabbits would take longer to rot. Then she returned to Valerie, touting. <br>“What on earth are we going to do with you, child?” Mrs. Lind asked as she pinched Valerie’s torn skirt. “If your father finds out about this, he’ll have my head!” <br>Valerie wondered what Mrs. Lind would say if she told her that not only did her father already know but that he had given her a knife for her birthday. “If you’re going to disobey me,” he said, “you may as well defend yourself while you do so.” Valerie had only ever used it to finish what the traps started. <br>Mrs. Lind continued to fret over Valerie and Valerie let her because, in a way, it was nice to be the subject of someone else’s worry, rather than the worrier, for a change. <br>“If you leave this with me tomorrow, I can probably fix it,” Mrs. Lind said about the sleeve of Valerie’s dress, “I can’t make any promises, however.” <br>“Thank you, ma’am,” Valerie said. <br>“Yes, yes. You can keep your thanks. I’d rather you show your gratitude by stopping this nonsense altogether.” <br>Mrs. Lind narrowed her eyes at Valerie as though waiting for her to promise that she would do just that. But Valerie couldn’t, and, frankly, Mrs. Lind knew that too. <br>After a moment of silence between them, Mrs. Lind said, “Can you please re-alphabetize the adventure stories? And when you’re done, dust the top of the shelves.” <br>“Yes –” <br>“If you finish saying what I think you’re going to say, so help me, I will do what your father refuses to.” <br>“Yes, ma’am,” Valerie said under her breath. <br>Mrs. Lind resigned to the counter while Valerie started her work. Children were their most frequent patrons, and sometimes they would leave sections in disarray. They loved holding the books in their hands and looking at the pictures. Some of them couldn’t quite make out the words. Sometimes Valerie would read to them. She liked watching their eyes widen in wonder. It reminded her of when she was a little girl; she used to stay up late to listen to her father’s stories, especially the one about the Beast. That was always her favorite. <br>Valerie could appreciate the adventures of dreaded pirates and Greek heroes, but her favorite genre was romance. There were rarely any female characters in adventure stories, and most of them were spoken of rather than seen. In the romance books, the ladies were sometimes permitted to follow the hero wherever he went. There was a sort of magic to them; no matter what dire situations the couples were plagued with, they always succeeded and ended up together. Valerie once thought her parents would make great characters in a romance novel. Her father was utterly mad about her mother, and her death was almost too much for him to bear. Coupled with what happened to him during the war, Valerie could almost understand why he turned to drinking and fighting. In a way, reading those books was Valerie’s “drink.” When she read about heroines like Caroline and Cynthia and Emily, she found herself stepping into their shoes, becoming mysterious, sweet, and desirable all at once. Sometimes, when she looked at herself in the mirror, she would recall her favorite lines and pretend she was wearing those pretty dresses in the window of the tailor’s shop. And the heroes they met weren’t half bad, either. Saxon and Daniel and Gregory: she could see herself spending time with them if they were real. <br>What she could live without was the stupid dialogue between the characters, the proclamations of everlasting love. Love was not everlasting. <br>Her mother’s death had taught her that much. <br>Mrs. Lind promptly closed shop when the clock tower began to ring the four o’clock hour. She gave Valerie a wary glance as she held up the bag of dead rabbits, as though she was deciding whether or not to give it back and whether doing so would be an act of encouragement. It spoke volumes that Mrs. Lind handed over Valerie’s pay before she handed over the rabbits. In the end, she gave them to Valerie without much fuss. <br>“Until tomorrow,” she said. <br>Valerie wished her a good evening (adding a “ma’am” at the end for good measure) and proceeded down the lane to her house. The buildings along her street reminded her of crooked teeth in a grey mouth. They certainly weren’t as nice as the buildings near Aubrey Manor. The manor rested on the tallest hill in Leola, and Valerie saw it as a white eye staring down at the rest of the town. Valerie had only ever seen Lord Aubrey once when he dismissed her father from the guardsmen’s service. She barely remembered him. She supposed she should hate Lord Aubrey—that she should blame him for everything her father went through—but being angry at him was like being angry at the wall. There were more important matters that required her energy, such as making it home in time to make a good rabbit stew and whether or not her father would be home on time to enjoy it. <br>She entered her house to see her father sitting at the dining table as though he had been waiting for her for quite some time. He undoubtedly still felt guilty about last night. He meant well. He always did. <br>Valerie resembled her father more than her mother. She had his dark brown eyes and long, lanky frame. She did not have her father’s scarred, leathery skin and the despair he often wore like a branding mark. War left him to deal with ghosts and a bad leg. When her mother was alive, her father smiled all the time. When she reminded her father of that now, he replied, “Now I save all my best smiles for you.” <br>Her father was offering his best smile now. He greeted her with an embrace and a kiss to the top of her head. “Did you have a good day at the shop?” he asked. He glanced down at the bag in her hand and then quickly looked away as though he could not bear to see it. <br>“Yes, Papa. Did you have a good day at the smith’s?” <br>Her father worked at the gunsmith near the edge of upper-Leola. He helped make guns for Lord Aubrey’s men. <br>“It was tolerable,” her father said. “Everyone is stressed about the deadline. It seems nobody is ready for Lord Aubrey’s son to take the seat.” <br>Valerie set the dead rabbits on the counter. “I’m sure you will make it. You always do.” <br>Her father stood at the dining table. Valerie could feel his eyes on her back. <br>“Did you have many customers?” he asked. <br>“A few. They came in sparingly.” <br>“That is unfortunate. Did you bring anything to read?” <br>“A Saxon Matthews book.” Saxon Matthews was a romance series that Valerie loved. She sometimes read them to her father while he sat in his chair and smoked his pipe. He’d say, “Now there’s a man I’d want to see you with,” at her description of the series hero. <br>“Ah. I wonder what he’s up to this time.” <br>“Well, we’ll see after supper.” <br>Valerie succeeded in removing the heads and began skinning the bodies. The smell of blood was potent. <br>“Did you hear about Mr. Randall?” her father asked. <br>Valerie sighed. She did not know Mr. Randall, but she was certain she knew what happened to him. “No, I did not.” <br>“He’s gone missing—has been gone for several days now.” <br>Valerie had heard such stories of people vanishing in the forest. At first, she thought they were tales to warn children against going in and getting lost under the dense crown of trees. However, a few days after her birthday, Mrs. Knott’s son left to get married and was never heard from again. Disappearing was a frightening prospect, but to Valerie, starvation was worse. <br>“That is unfortunate, Papa.” <br>“It’s been happening quite a lot recently—more people missing every day. I hear Lord Aubrey is considering sending his men into the forest to investigate.” <br>“Hmm.” <br>“The guards might catch you stealing.” <br>If they do, I’ll act like I’m thick in the head, Valerie thought. That’s what got her out of most similar situations. I don’t know any better, sirs. I was just trying to help the poor animal. <br>“Or you might be…” <br>Valerie turned to face her father. His hand was on his mouth as though he couldn’t bear to say the word. <br>“You know I don’t mean to keep…” His shoulders slumped over in defeat. <br>“I know,” Valerie said softly. <br>“Things are going to get better,” he continued. “I’m not going to keep forcing you to put yourself in danger. I’m going to get better. I’m going to be a better father.” <br>“Papa –” <br>He held up his hand. “Don’t. I’m supposed to keep us together. If I can’t fulfill that duty, then I am less than a man.” <br>Valerie walked over to him and embraced him as tight as she could. She had heard those words before. 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margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Character" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-42yHlCfxdCI/Vme70VIw_CI/AAAAAAAATEc/mLQ0baMr20c/Character_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="424" height="40"></a></p> <p align="center">Character Name: Valerie Mason <p align="center">Character Bio: <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eXAVgeUnubA/Vme71dtR0MI/AAAAAAAATEk/RDReXKP9P8A/s1600-h/clip_image002%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image002" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nHEX6aoK16I/Vme73DuNr3I/AAAAAAAATEs/j1tHS6qrlPc/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" height="262"></a></p> <p align="center">Age: 17 years old at the time of this interview<br>Town of Birth: Leola<br>Known Whereabouts: Unknown<br>Parents: Deceased<br>Hair color: Brown<br>Eye color: Hazel<br>(This is the last known interview Ms. Mason was willing to give. As you can see, she offers no explanation of where she had been for the last year. We know she was living with someone and was possibly involved romantically, though she denies it. She was found by a group of Lord Aubrey’s men, and it is speculated that she had been wandering in the woods for several days. She had been held at the Aubrey estate for about three weeks. During the time of the execution, she had escaped. No one has seen or heard from her since.)</p> <p align="center"> <p align="center"><b>Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?</b> <p align="center">I think my best quality is my perseverance. Even when things get rough, I try to keep going. I do my best to care for others, even setting aside what I want because I don’t want to be selfish. And I always try to see the good in people. My father killed many in the war, but I still think he’s a good man. <p align="center">My worst quality would have to be that I care too much sometimes. It sort of . . . well, it didn’t go well for me. That’s all I’ll say. <p align="center"><b>What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?</b> <p align="center">I wish other people knew about my life before . . . well . . . before everything happened. After I lost everything. Most people look at me with pity now. But all that, I was normal and happy and relatively unknown. I wish I could go back to that time. <p align="center"><b>What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?</b> <p align="center">It’s . . . I . . . I don’t know if I want to talk about it, yet. It’s still raw for me. All I will say is that I did the best I could. I only wanted to be happy, and I wanted to be selfish. And I thought that, if I could just keep pretending, I could stay there. <p align="center">Was that really so wrong of me? <p align="center"><b>What are you most afraid of?</b> <p align="center">I’m afraid of the future. I’m honestly not sure what’s going to happen to me now. I’ve had this worry ever since my mother died, and I don’t know if it will ever go away. But I have to keep going, right? I have to see things through, even if I’d rather just stay in bed sometimes. <p align="center"><b>What do you want more than anything?</b> <p align="center">I just want to be happy and live a good, full life. I want to see the world and stop being so ignorant of the things I don’t know. <p align="center"><b>What is your relationship status?</b> <p align="center">. . . <p align="center">It’s over. Though, I suppose it never really started. I think he loved me. And I think I wanted him to. But maybe that was all a lie. <p align="center">Sorry, I’m rambling. <p align="center"><b>How would you describe your sense of fashion?</b> <p align="center">I wear whatever is convenient and whatever I can afford. <p align="center"><b>How much of a rebel are you?</b> <p align="center">More than I’d like to admit, I suppose. I didn’t exactly follow the normal society rules when I agreed – I mean, after I agreed. I didn’t exactly agree the first time – to live with him. But maybe that isn’t exactly rebellious. <p align="center"><b>What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?</b> <p align="center">I don’t think I’ve quite gotten there yet. Wouldn’t it be sad if the greatest thing I was ever going to do happened right now? Then what would I have to look forward to? Right now, I live my life. I’m trying to figure out what I’m moving towards. <p align="center"><b>What is your idea of happiness?</b> <p align="center">Getting on a ship and traveling the world. Also reading all of the Saxon Matthew books in existence. You haven’t heard of it? You can borrow one of mine. But only borrow. I would like to have that back. <p align="center"><b>What is your current state of mind?</b> <p align="center">I have a lot of regret. And I think . . . I think I miss him. Is that strange? How could someone like that be the most important person in my life? And yet that’s how it is. Sometimes I wonder if he even thinks of me. <p align="center">Probably not. It’s not like I really meant anything to him. <p align="center"><b>What is your most treasured possession?</b> <p align="center">The figurine of The Beast. It was the only real possession my father owned. That, and the book I’m going to let you borrow. <p align="center">How did I get it? <p align="center">You’ll have to ask him. <p align="center"><b>What is your most marked characteristic?</b> <p align="center">I have my mother’s hair. It’s curly to the point of being unruly. It doesn’t matter how many times I brush it; it still insists on poofing out like a little brown cloud. <p align="center"><b>What is it that you most dislike?</b> <p align="center">Dishonesty. People keeping me against my will. People thinking they know what I want in my life. People not telling me how they feel. <p align="center"><b>Which living person do you most despise?</b> <p align="center">Are you really asking me that? After all I’ve told you? I would think it would be obvious. <p align="center">You can miss and hate someone. Feelings are complicated. They don’t have to be neatly categorized like books. <p align="center">It’s funny because if you had asked me before all this, I would have said my father. Sometimes I blame him just as much as myself. But he’s gone. Has been for a while. It wouldn’t be fair of me. <p align="center"><b>What is your greatest regret?</b> <p align="center">That I wasn’t there for my father when he needed me most. <p align="center"><b>What is the quality you most like in a man?</b> <p align="center">I . . . uh, I don’t know. Honesty. He has to like reading, at least. He has to be kind. Understanding. Do you think you could be my type? Or does my past disarm you? <p align="center">You don’t have to answer that. I was only kidding with you. <p align="center">Here’s a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off your brow. <p align="center"><b>What is the quality you most like in a woman?</b> <p align="center">I like your way of forward thinking! I’ve never actually thought about being with a woman. I suppose I would value the same qualities as I do in a man. It all depends on if I would be ready for a relationship with either. If I could rid myself of my lingering feelings, it would be easier. <p align="center">No, I never said I loved him. I said I missed him. There’s a distinction. <p align="center"><b>Who is your favorite hero in fiction?</b> <p align="center">Saxon Matthews. I hear there might be a new book soon. <p align="center"><b>Which living person do you most admire?</b> <p align="center">Captain Jonasson. He is a good, honest man. I appreciated what he’s done for me while I’m here. <p align="center"><b>What is your motto?</b> <p align="center">“It is better to travel well than to arrive.” –Buddha authorkarenswarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414486754550732700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-39593603090572388422015-12-10T07:21:00.000+02:002015-12-10T07:21:00.099+02:00Book Blast & Interview: Defiant by H.G. 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Lynch </div> <div align="center">Audience: Young Adult </div> <div align="center">Genre: Paranormal Romance </div> <div align="center">Format: Ebook </div> <div align="center">Publisher: Vamptasy Publishing </div> <div align="center">Cover by: H.G. Lynch </div> <div align="center">Editor: Catherine Stovall </div> <div align="center">Pages: 136 </div> <div align="center">ASIN: B017XWM0TG </div> <div align="center">Date Published: 13/11/15 </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzHvmUPKXAKJtc4-5NuqqRAArvqVPrSdWR9QZE7yTZQuyPFn0UDAG_khLBMztn0spBTF8la14j3-u9GypQjwWWR7y4L1d7ScVdtUdPoPVJrYene4whsGks7QjQRfbqEpuEfvieq85ZvMH/s1600-h/blurb%252520%2525285%252529%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="blurb (5)" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="blurb (5)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvFfLrkM9WlUuCEx4i9ixInrGJt0ibcC0PYCToTNVMJsg4No4TvYJmPYl1Geg8Uru0XgmrqsY7ZhwPC61u_UuG2WReQnZ054ZM-Q53kF0J96uMXvcetD1pw2ufh0ZDWM6aW283TKaAySe/?imgmax=800" width="335" height="110"></a> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center">Sometimes Love Burns. </div> <div align="center">The intelligent loner, Anson, soon learns this when he falls in love...but the girl he wants isn't what she seems. Poppy is part of a secret organisation of vampires trained to fight werewolves. </div> <div align="center">She's been sent to recruit Anson, and if she fails, they'll both have to outrun the rulers of her society...or face death together. </div><br><br> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZdr8gQtjwWoVpwyzJVUXVyMB5cS6CSYeaI1CnRZU0mtX_D73Uv5-dRCNE4T1_GGjBSP8mWmOwD4VUyc7S1iK_9rQ-sFPjcv22vSuhWF0rSvIEjCdJzzN6o83CCARnJyH-LrOXGYoFmKJ/s1600-h/links%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="links" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="links" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv66ccTFEeYWgH64VeewdQ-cG5PU0UNox5zGOeHcWW_2i9THMTPed8u_V8TQRRSnDfVRbJWibvPpFWgtmlFS65dyHBzI3mGX5yyEIdKy9js4pqQ76lD6XDARMyag7TJl7URqdunCGYEQ5K/?imgmax=800" width="352" height="70"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B017XWM0TG"><img title="Amazon (1)" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Amazon (1)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsRXO0_hx4DOzPiERQpIzRwcxwGmrQf-i5TDtwtnMQ0fCVNBmrOo8J_t7hHqIuEYM1Q5YSmW3zkBD3LGh-2nJAamOqKR5OWyPeuL7zMCbwcHSkEaAyYhmeGJEWniIQF8tG6-IWes0IUfFw/?imgmax=800" width="80" height="82"></a> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27505312-defiant"><img title="goodreads" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="goodreads" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpAfL333C5TY2JFgEP_r4VD8qdug_1mUOXhEy11GOU7B8aPk1vp5qKX1NN-tVIts2uVYbhb6SUl_7hrJY_8tYphqfW7WUm5PnN4awjvAkt5NtVzAilXcnOkhPJcRCCsm8Gt57d1HczFDEk/?imgmax=800" width="75" height="82"></a></div> <div align="center"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B017XWM0TG">AMAZON</a> / <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27505312-defiant">GOODREADS</a> </div> <div> </div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnPMMMf5Y32owgLbZJSLae___6W3KM9dH1YWpuP-UDRiyom5578WNCrhthPLkTtmKG2taK4zcC-wqIhuJ4etHUt5-xny5WbvjRg5f9aIDwtIj0ySyDcQhhqBcHBhIhxECgtkFKM5QlzrA/s1600-h/excerpt%252520%2525284%252529%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="excerpt (4)" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="excerpt (4)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3K3mCUlROt2JmUxiSx079sQjdQAxy7qptut0usgT3-BofEsZXJqy5WL80rjdKL3JKfqPS4j6cfrNqcKaYjneVTvUXYWhMMcnYsBKwfFUZ5hX37n2mGs6v35G46hk2tvBRZhn1jgQ9oXAV/?imgmax=800" width="332" height="83"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div>He raised his hand and gently wrapped his fingers around my wrist, drawing my palm down his face to his lips. Light as the flutter of a butterfly wing, he kissed my palm and each of my fingertips. It felt so thrilling, my whole hand ached to bury itself into his bright hair, and I was distinctly aware of how close we were standing. All I would have to do was lean up on my tiptoes and my mouth would meet his. His cobalt eyes fixed me in place, I couldn’t look away, though I knew I should. I wanted this so badly, but I couldn’t have it. If I kissed him, I was afraid I’d shatter into a million pieces, and only he would be able to put me back together. <br> <br> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRB3N9oELFJnGjJmVwl_nrNTpUJdluTcosLLjYCBjDiWLTlHuQAxfXJXqq9ucoOiNZ52SB_GQdT1yPZD5wBvLCoSZr20IVZ54Uu66qCDOKNqTVrfuyE0wEDXt-oOGS_NGFbSsc9l8SOW2V/s1600-h/author%252520%2525281%252529%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="author (1)" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="author (1)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9bU3JUqoV6zKwM9ftOKMpIwDy_PaTGpq3nIbE-Qe7T5unI6zKn9KxmL0GRDLh7v6aoJiRPHi8dA5SVJOaZxTUcEqirnMDQqVrktTUNIz3fUyaqRX1_s4anbrsrEl3vn31qYzsoP74IfEP/?imgmax=800" width="422" height="57"></a> </div> <div align="center"> </div>H.G. Lynch is a Scottish Paranormal Romance author, avid reader, and cat-lover. She spends most of her days writing, while wrestling her cat, Sooki, off her laptop. She believes that chocolate cake can save the world, and is highly caffeine-addicted. 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If not what did you want to be? </strong> <p align="center">When I was younger, I wanted to be a veterinary nurse. It wasn’t until I was fifteen that I decided I wanted to be a writer. <p align="center"><strong>When did you first consider yourself a “writer”? </strong> <p align="center">Probably after my fourth book got published. Before that, I sort of just felt like I was playing at being a writer. <p align="center"><strong>How long did it take to get your first book published? </strong> <p align="center">A year and a half. I went to several different publishers before one picked up Born Dark and it was published about four months after I signed the contract. <p align="center"><strong>Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it? </strong> <p align="center">I have social anxiety, which means that I struggle with day-to-day interactions with people. It makes finding a suitable job very hard. I do however make my own jewellery and sell it in my Etsy store. <p align="center"><strong>What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say? </strong> <p align="center">Defiant is my latest release, and to summarise it, I’d probably say: Sometimes true love means breaking society’s rules and running with your heart, no matter the cost. <p align="center"><strong>Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish? </strong> <p align="center">Vamptasy Publishing, an imprint of Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly, publishes my books. <p align="center"><strong>How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?</strong> <p align="center">It depends on the story. Sometimes it can take months. Sometimes just a few weeks. For example, my first book, Born Dark, took six months. Run only took three weeks. <p align="center"><strong>What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre? </strong> <p align="center">I’d like to try my hand at Sci-fi as I’m a huge Star Trek fan, but I will definitely be writing more Paranormal Romance. That’s my true calling. <p align="center"><strong>What genre would you place your books into? </strong> <p align="center">Paranormal Romance with a slight Horror twist <p align="center"><strong>What made you decide to write that genre of book?</strong> <p align="center">I’ve always been an odd duck. As a kid, my imaginary friend was a ghost. At seven years old, I wanted to be a vampire when I grew up. I’ve always believed in the paranormal and been fascinated by it. <p align="center"><strong>Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite? </strong> <p align="center">Reid Ashton from my Unfortunate Blood series is my favourite, partly because he was my first character and partly because he’s a very unique and heartfelt character, despite his cockiness. He has a very special place in my heart. <p align="center"><strong>How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write? </strong> <p align="center">I started writing seriously at fifteen, after reading L.J. Smith’s Vampire Diaries novels. I start with fanfiction because I loved Vampire Diaries so much (I read the first four books twelve times in three months) but quickly moved on to my own original works. <p align="center"><strong>Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair? </strong> <p align="center">It depends on my mood and the story I’m writing, but usually I’ll sit by the fireplace with my laptop and make a playlist that I think fits the atmosphere of what I’m trying to write. <p align="center"><strong>Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?</strong> <p align="center">Yes. It absolutely makes my day when I read a good review for one of my books, and sometimes when I’m feeling down and feeling like giving up on writing, seeing the wonderful things my readers have said is the only thing that keeps me going. <p align="center"><strong>Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title? </strong> <p align="center">Story first. Title later. I never know exactly where the story is going to go so I can’t put a suitable title on it until it’s done. <p align="center"><strong>How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?</strong> <p align="center">Baby name websites mostly. I especially like Irish and Scottish names. Most of my books are set in Scotland, even if it doesn’t specifically say so in the book. <p align="center"><strong>Are character names and place names decided after their creation? </strong> <p align="center">Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them? I like to picture the place or character, outline his or her personality, and then find a name that I feel fits. <p align="center"><strong>Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?</strong> <p align="center">I tend to find that the characters develop themselves as I write. They tell me who they are and what they want to do – I just write it all down. <p align="center"><strong>Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")</strong> <p align="center">I’d say the one thing I’ve always tried to do with my stories and characters is to make them unique and let them be who they are, even if it means they make mistakes and get into trouble. I firmly believe you should always be whatever and whoever you want to be. Don’t conform to society just because you think you should. If you want to have green hair and a tattoo of a rat on your arm, go for it. If you want to dance on rooftops in the rain, do it. If you’re bisexual, or gay, be proud of it. Ignore the haters. There are people out there who will love you for exactly who you are. <p align="center"><strong>Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?</strong> <p align="center">I prefer to read paperbacks There’s nothing like the smell of ink and paper. <p align="center"><strong>What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?</strong> <p align="center">Clockwork Prince by Cassandra Clare. I’ve only read it about six times. <p align="center"><strong>Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?</strong> <p align="center">Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Harry Potter is a good example of it working. Beautiful Creatures is an example of it not working. <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite food is?</strong> <p align="center">Macaroni cheese <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite singer/group is?</strong> <p align="center">Nickelback <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite color is?</strong> <p align="center">Red <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite Author is?</strong> <p align="center">Cassandra Clare</p> authorkarenswarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414486754550732700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-18264506250253727402015-12-01T19:15:00.001+02:002015-12-01T19:15:19.742+02:00Happily Ever Alpha: A Paranormal Romance Boxed Set<div> </div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdD4xujzCxF2umogqdseI82cTusEfFZqXaEWDlHhsOrVX_D6V6gu-18KXGY2F-hwlo-wtRpugjr0Zn2zC6rP3dVOCnSGM1pHS53LbzEe7Dt1a8fLXqkCTK6_JvDQWns8Es-_0pnWo3aEXv/s1600-h/alpha%252520banner%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="alpha banner" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="alpha banner" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYuBA5WHFQ-vKOGRG6_1gAkHKbybwKLSmEi65m1LlOLk1080ndrUK3vXL3y9g7gNdclBG6MPmzzGULYv7OkJXMy749Db2sbDNrBN6OaMjJ_DbcNM2H_INOcbDqxuTFTCtcMpoSvnXAW1Tk/?imgmax=800" width="547" height="175"></a></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: medium"><br></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: medium">PRESENTED BY</span></div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vs3nTEs1uL8f9he_hSYZ4C_QFe9H8mnBnbPj5QMnV9q6zgv85jfrmFoj-EbkATdEyY7Oq5qmYKo0HGJNWX7_nJHMhpYw3be4lbf1jLmzT6h0xv47C1go5wpvoQkBi986POwME1O2zI68/s1600-h/logotrans%25255B3%25255D.png"><img title="logotrans" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="logotrans" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PcOMaDyaqMUFdEava5ke9QuZoHsfRKrR1ormqX1G9WiNdgwqhpK1Q-OI7LNI5BArEHPgWToZ1gozLUx7TPBGvYKTQhGGQ4SjOKTvUd5K7QtbJtt3ni5Ibd8kIt-YaaBS6efoQe9yaCbl/?imgmax=800" width="240" height="224"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhea9nLsVKe-tvBWiYLnHjGmp-zeCljVzK4r3TGxLD8aPRcip9a52Xc6jBznu8p_wu2JKBWAAlBD62gYbn5FWQN03woP8EDzTdTkldX5kpOO3IPYLOpbUSd0QZ6Zgk7MuXOYLY6o57Ri3YI/s1600-h/Happily%252520Ever%252520Alpha%252520BOXED%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="Happily Ever Alpha BOXED" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Happily Ever Alpha BOXED" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CVLUpKaySVtp85gTos5ZU734Zy0ZSbxn9eZBBBimJ2YImGt8Zr4EUHkbStZgdVHrryutzP7UdCEoB65H_Ic8jgMuXKDRCEuloSlaXn_BVAEwsY0HN9U1p4_vHIeZipIp_I_4Q2kQ2Kii/?imgmax=800" width="521" height="319"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center">Title: Happily Ever Alpha: A Paranormal Romance Boxed Set </div> <div align="center">Authors: </div> <div align="center"><strong>NY Times Bestselling Author Sarah Makela<br>NY Times Bestselling Author Michele Bardsley<br>Amazon Bestselling Author Sylvia Frost<br>USA Today Bestselling Author JC Andrijeski<br>Amazon Bestselling Author Steffanie Holmes<br>USA Today Bestselling Author Conner Kressley</strong></div> <div align="center"><strong>USA Today Bestselling Author Rebecca Hamilton<br>Amazon Bestselling Author Elle Thorne <br>Amazon Bestselling Author Alexia Purdy<br>Amazon Bestselling Author Ambrielle Kirk<br>Amazon Bestselling Author Amy Lee Burgess<br>Amazon Bestselling Author Angel Lawson<br>Amazon Bestselling Author Rozlyn Sparks<br>Amazon Bestselling Author Tasha Black <br>Amazon Bestselling Author Kim Faulks<br>Amazon Bestselling Author Katie de Long<br>Amazon Bestselling Author April Aasheim<br>Amazon Bestselling Author Jesi Lea Ryan<br>USA Today Bestselling Author Rainy Kaye<br>Amazon Bestselling Author L.B. 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Smith </div> <div align="justify">Audience: YA/NA Romance (Clean) </div> <div align="justify">Genre: Contemporary Romance</div> <div align="justify">Format: E-book </div> <div align="justify">Publisher: InkSpell Publishing </div> <div align="justify">Cover by: Najla Qamber</div> <div align="justify">Editor: Vicky Burkholder </div> <div align="justify">Pages: App. 213</div> <div align="justify">Date Published: Oct. 2015</div><br><br> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOYml2B1MsysMeBCswRXA6dLVmxigKW8uUqI1AhXeI-psgWPq0l5ZfGnZsi1yW-5n8CGkaIMum8Il1v8WRIjbs5CtgFTs_lpb7MFUdKbmBg6Uk8HUZd3bVdAx2ykLq5nK4-CCTY06KGAa/s1600-h/blurb%252520%2525283%252529%25255B9%25255D.gif"><img title="blurb (3)" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="blurb (3)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFeJSYog3Euab6THs3-DOw3ziltnP2ZT1x52TcFpTe2Cd04D_jlQLp35vZrPT0FgcQfcBDpLp70NlaDk1uhBdyPI9_k5ow77nJbgBpdCfpOdo2XcqhwFAunbdRmfe0xkM6pKRQrFiXr8W/?imgmax=800" width="251" height="82"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div><b></b><br> <div align="center">Bruised and battered hearts can keep beating. But can they heal? </div> <div align="center">Preston and Nick endured the breakup of all breakups when Nick accused her of cheating on him. He insisted, and she denied while the rain pounded against her driveway and thunder roared in the distance. Then they both ran—Preston to a life of Rock & Roll, and Nick to a career in the Army. </div> <div align="center">Four years later, they’re damaged and broken almost beyond repair. He’s carrying baggage from his military days, and she bears the scars of living a lifestyle she’s grown to hate. </div> <div align="center">When Preston’s label forces her to take time away from music, their paths cross in a parking lot not twenty-four hours after her hometown return, anger and sparks flying in a confusing blend. 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Standing, I propped my guitar on the balcony rail and looked over the edge to find Nick leaning likewise one floor below. The sadness in his eyes let me know, without a doubt, he understood the lyrics were about us. <br>He smiled anyway. “Good song. What’s it called?” <br>“‘Pirates and Cowgirls,’” I whispered, uneasy that he’d heard a message so personal between us. On the radio would’ve been different. Listening to it being written, and almost face-to-face? “I didn’t mean for you—” <br>“Don’t apologize, Preston. It happened, and you’re a songwriter. I’d be shocked if I didn’t end up in a song or six. I might even be insulted.” He put a deliberate spin on his last sentence, but the teasing quality didn’t hide his hurt at the reminder of our history. I could see pain in his clouded gaze and thin smile, making me wonder why he’d bother with the attempt to lighten the situation. <br>Was he trying to make me feel better? I couldn’t think of another explanation, and I had a hard time reconciling that the man who’d broken my heart without mercy was now attempting to lessen my pain by downplaying his. How could the two reactions come from the same person? <br>I decided not to question the matter out loud. Instead, I offered him a grin as phony as the one he directed at me. “Is this you being civil?” <br>“Well, you did perform a concert. I hear it’s customary to applaud.” <br>I rolled my eyes, and he smiled genuinely for a second before he pushed away from the rail. “I guess I should head back in.” <br>I didn’t want him to leave, but asking him to stay would’ve been one of the dumbest decisions of my life, so I nodded and grabbed my guitar. “Good night, Nick.” <br>He grunted a response like he’d done so many times when we were younger and he was too tired to bother with an actual reply, then turned toward his apartment. I fought back the warm memories of the same noise being used over the years to mean, “yes,” “no,” “sure—pizza sounds fantastic,” and countless other random, small, beautiful things. 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She scoffs at the ghosts, who plant clues for her to help them solve a hushed up crime that threatens Venice, because she suspects her bad boy ex-lover, Matteo, has crafted a plan to distract her from his own involvement in the crime. Nonetheless she’s forced to depend on him to decipher clues, including diving with him on a haunted shipwreck in the lagoon and venturing to far out hidden islands. Her sister, who communes with ghosts, arrives to rescue Louisa but is lured away from the chase into a steamy affair with a possible phantom. Another feisty foreigner, Louisa’s best friend Rebecca, further spices up the action and adds to the antics when she visits for Carnival and samples the Venetian charm and romance. More sexy men, as well as ghosts, distract the women as they follow a maze of cryptic clues, baffling signs and cunning messengers. <p>As the three women fall deeper into the whirlpool of the mysterious lagoon town, its wonderful sights, and alluring men, they continue to navigate a stormy course. With time running out, can the beauties solve a crime that threatens the future of Venice itself? <p>On top of being sexy, gorgeous and classy, Louisa Mangotti is a respected attorney and Interpol expert who is puzzled by the odd postcard that arrives in her mailbox signed mysteriously… "Venetian Ghosts". She assumes it's a quixotic attempt by her bad-boy ex, Matteo, to re-ignite their relationship. Louisa may have dismissed the ghosts, but the ghosts aren’t quite done with her. <p>Ghosts take over Venice video, Part One <p><a href="https://youtu.be/GKlQhIjm1vY">https://youtu.be/GKlQhIjm1vY</a> <p>Ghosts take over Venice video Part Two <p><a href="https://youtu.be/V673QdQZQwM">https://youtu.be/V673QdQZQwM</a> <p><b>Available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00N6HDHSG">Amazon</a></b> <p><b></b> <p><b>Halloween Day of the Dead Sale .99 cents!! </b> <p>Keywords: 1. Chick lit mystery 2. Venice fiction 3. Ghosts 4. Paranormal mystery 5. Contemporary women novels 6. Travel Italy <p> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6-BZUCsxcWg/VjCYOMaf8ZI/AAAAAAAATAc/gsli92CaJKc/s1600-h/clip_image0024.jpg"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HzTQklLR8Vg/VjCYQVd7k0I/AAAAAAAATAk/SxsgClk4Zs0/clip_image002_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="325" align="left" height="484"></a><b>Love Spirits </b> <p><b>What Happens In Venice </b> <p><b>Book One</b> <p><b>Diana Cachey</b> <p><b></b> <p><b>About the Love Spirits:</b> <p><b></b> <p>When the bodies of two glass makers wash up on Murano Island, the cryptic messages persist. Louisa is drawn to the story of the Venetian ghosts and initiates a personal investigation. Reluctantly, Louisa calls upon her bad boy ex, Matteo, to help decipher the clues. Before she knows it, a flame that was never fully extinguished is unexpectedly rekindled. <p>Sensing that her sister is in over her head, Barbara Mangotti rushes to the rescue, only to be lured away by two hard-to-resist good-looking Venetian men. <p>With time running out, can these two beauties solve a crime that could threaten the city of Venice itself? <p>This book is like a magic carpet ride that takes you to Venice, capturing in a most wonderful way its unique allure and mystery. Part travelogue, part mystery, part romance novel, it will warm your heart, send goosebumps up your spine, and leave you breathless. <p><b>Available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Spirits-Happens-Venice-Trinity-ebook/dp/B00MMPAWE0/">Amazon</a></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-T26IpMDZxXM/VjCYRqVB8CI/AAAAAAAATAs/pwhdY3BCTx0/s1600-h/Excerpt3.gif"><img title="Excerpt" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Excerpt" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1Vd2v7ikAxI/VjCYTSzKBMI/AAAAAAAATA0/6yPScotjg5Q/Excerpt_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="292" height="59"></a></b><b></b><b></b> <p>From the Top of Our Great Bell Tower <p>Saint Mark Square <p>Venice, Italy <p>Dear wide-eyed tourist, <p>Don’t go to Venice. <p>But if you do, don’t fall in -- in a canal, in love or into Venice itself. As if you have a choice. Hear us cackling? <p>Listen. We came to warn you about <i>La Serenissima,</i> the Most Serene One, as Venice has been called since before the Middle Ages. You will not heed our warning and you will come looking for us. How do we know? It happens every time a Venetian ghost story is told. <p>As ancient protectors of the Venetian republic, we ghosts guard her virtues of which she has many. One reason we love her, and you will too, is that she is stuck in time. Did you know Venice functions without motorcars or trucks? We don’t like motorcars or trucks. Hundreds of tiny islands sewn together by foot bridges leaves no need for noisy, fume-spewing vehicles, thankfully. <p>We prefer floating. <p>Our classic transport is the gondola. Mostly reserved for you tourists now, gondolas are and always have been helmed by the most prestigious oarsmen in the world -- highly trained gondoliers who stand while rowing through the labyrinth of canals. They don’t mind when we ride with or without you while they serenade us with opera, Frank Sinatra songs and romantic favorites. <p>Ah yes, romance. As one visitor put it, “It’s their schtick, a Venetian ploy, an act to get sexy with you.” It is true. Venice equals romance equals sex. <p>If the shadows of Venice frighten you or you feel like you’re in a dream, have fun with it, float with us. We are watching over you. We want to further your journey to a more magical life because we think a person is charmed by a trip to <i>La Serenissima</i>. <p>It could change your soul forever. Just ignore this cautionary tale. <p>We remain in your service, <p>The Venetian Ghosts <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5z7LTp9Logk/VjCYUhh8fOI/AAAAAAAATA8/czZbqV9vvvI/s1600-h/clip_image0044.jpg"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-38CPfeUB-_s/VjCYXVNp-fI/AAAAAAAATBE/-Gv9PC7BgJ0/clip_image004_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="325" align="right" height="484"></a><b>Lagoon Lure </b> <p><b>What Happens in Venice</b> <p><b>Book Two</b> <p><b>Diana Cachey</b> <p><b>About the Lagoon Lure:</b> <p>Sexy sleuth Louisa is back! She captivated romance novel readers and mystery lovers in Love Spirits, the first book of the intriguing international mystery and crime series, What Happens in Venice. Book Two, Lagoon Lure, continues this seductive ghost story and resumes the carnal pleasures, conspiracy and corruption. <p>American in Venice, Louisa, resumes her Venetian exploits, steamy love affairs and paranormal assisted murder investigation she began in Love Spirits. The mystery and romance further ensnares her in the second book of the What Happens in Venice mystery series. <p>Still unnerved by the notion that Venice ghost stories are real, Louisa delves further into the mystery of the deaths of two glassmakers while juggling the lustful manipulations of her ex-lover, Matteo, whose role in the double murder grows murkier. <p>Meanwhile Louisa's usually shy sister, Barbara, explores her new-found sexuality with Venice's willing men, sharing her adventures with her sister but keeping one particularly mysterious man a secret. Romance novel readers will love the changes in her and the tension created by the affairs of the heart that Venice leads her into before she realizes that she's fallen hard despite the haunted happenings around her. <p>When Louisa's best friend, "Rouge," arrives for Carnival to sample its masked men and create her own romance novel subplots and complicates the situation further by encouraging the sisters to embrace the pleasures of secret Venice. Rouge not only steams up the landscape but she is lured into her own complicated romances and supernatural events, if not a reluctant ghost story or two. <p>With Venice as the lush backdrop for double murder and a web of passionate intrigue, Louisa deciphers clues planted by ghosts and struggles to resist the wicked charms of the very tempter she suspected in the crimes. Her unfinished romance and ghost story compete against her love affair with Venice and its secrets. While she tries to enjoy her days of Venice travel, food and fashion, as well as her new admirer’s own brand of magic, the mystery of the dead glass makers still looms in the lagoon. <p>Lively supporting characters add sex, chuckles and suspense to the already twisted plots and turned phrases when they too must navigate Venice mystery, romantic liaisons and the ghost story encounters. The gothic setting, the romance laden environment, the mysterious corners and shadowy lagoon lead everyone astray. Haunted Venice gives everyone plenty to puzzle over right until the end. <p>Venice cafés, restaurants, and other haunts play a prominent role in this sexy supernatural romance and international crime series about a beautiful American in Venice guided by ghosts to solve the mystery of a hushed-up crime. Paranormal clues and ghost apparitions lead Louisa deeper into the lagoon, and she is forced to reluctantly enlist Matteo's support. Can she trust him, or will this ghostly lagoon lure prove deadly? <p><b>Available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lagoon-Lure-Happens-Trinity-International-ebook/dp/B00PUR1L0Q/">Amazon</a></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZaUvcBl-k8Y/VjCYY0yexZI/AAAAAAAATBM/qcsBacCjZqI/s1600-h/Excerpt7.gif"><img title="Excerpt" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Excerpt" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lxdMTDX54Ao/VjCYa-ivRsI/AAAAAAAATBU/CN8jowjK-9Y/Excerpt_thumb3.gif?imgmax=800" width="292" height="59"></a></b><b></b> <p>Venice always delivered. For thousands of years she spread out her bounty for swarms of people who feasted upon her beauty. They stayed in ornate palaces or luxury hotels and paraded in stylish fashions. They admired diverse art, listened to sweet music, sampled delicious food. <p>They also enjoyed plentiful romantic opportunities. <p>Ah, the romantic allure of Venice. It continues to this day. Indeed, soon after Barbara’s arrival, Venice offered her no less than three handsome men. Now there stood her sister, Louisa, who begged to hear the dirt on two of them but knew nothing of the third man, the one Barbara wanted most. <p>She planned to keep him a secret. <p>Barbara looked around and tried to take it all in, all that Venice had to offer. She saw in front of her a small island, which sat placidly in the lagoon and proudly displayed its huge monastic bell tower. Although a massive presence, this tower was easily dwarfed by the one it faced -- the more famous one -- the one that housed the bells of San Marco. She gazed across the water, let the reflecting sun’s rays warm her face and both Venetian towers began to toll their bells behind her and before her. They echoed across the lagoon, reverberated throughout the tranquil setting. Barbara took note of the bells. She’d been trained by her Italian friends to pay particular attention to what she’d been the thinking in that precise moment these bells began to chime. <p>She’d been thinking about secrets. That third man. He must remain her secret. <p>Thus began her diversion, a long philosophical theory about her twin orange cats. <p>“Back home in Seattle,” she said, “my cats confuse and distract me during morning meditation, just like those two Venetian men did my first night in Venice. The two inquisitive cats circle my cushion then jump on the table where I offer blessings of flowers and candy. They sniff and inspect as if they’ve never seen the ritual before.” <p>Louisa yawned. <p>“Those cats seem to see me anew each day, as a thing they need to supervise, approve or inspect. Eventually, they settle nearby to meditate on their own. They observe my struggle to quiet my mind while they remain perfect little meditators. Those two Venetian men were the same. While I was nervous and disquieted, they just purred.” <p>Louisa frowned. <p> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-deL2zG24550/VjCYcEhArtI/AAAAAAAATBc/lnuXWapXB9s/s1600-h/clip_image0064.jpg"><img title="clip_image006" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image006" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BOGUgySVtsc/VjCYe_Jm4HI/AAAAAAAATBk/gHQlPOP_tq0/clip_image006_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" align="left" height="484"></a><b>Magic Island</b> <p><b>What Happens In Venice </b> <p><b>Book Three </b> <p><b>Diana Cachey</b> <p><b></b> <p><b>About Magic Island:</b> <p><b></b> <p>Sexy sleuth Louisa is back — with Venice as the lush backdrop for double murder and a web of passionate intrigue. In this final installment of the Trinity, Louisa captivates readers by deciphering clues planted by ghosts & struggling to resist the wicked charms of the very tempter she suspects. Her unfinished love story continues to compete against her love affair with Venice and its secrets. She tries to enjoy her days of Venice travel, food and fashion and new admirer’s own brand of magic but the mystery of the dead glass makers still looms in the lagoon. <p>Lively supporting characters add more sex, chuckles and suspense to the already twisted plots and turned phrases as they too must navigate their own romantic liaisons and thought provoking ghost encounters. Magic Island gives everyone plenty to puzzle over right up to its surprising finish! <p><b></b> <p><b>Available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Magic-Island-Happens-Venice-Three/dp/1502836408/">Amazon</a></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j6S2TKixO4g/VjCYgA0_4xI/AAAAAAAATBs/TMXQhOFSij8/s1600-h/Excerpt11.gif"><img title="Excerpt" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Excerpt" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NUpVBncm5eo/VjCYiYqX1kI/AAAAAAAATB0/GxiRCD-HHrU/Excerpt_thumb5.gif?imgmax=800" width="292" height="59"></a></b> <p><b></b> <p>At the landing point, halfway to the upper level, she felt it. A cold wind blew. <p>Why would the thrift shop women leave the window open during one of the coldest days of the year? Venetians, and Italians generally, were obsessed with energy conservation, not out of duty or political bent, but out of necessity or greed. Why would the darling elf-man allow it? Why hadn’t he gone up to close it? <p>She blinked. <p>In the second floor attic room, a man stood by the open window and fanned himself. He’d removed his coat, hat, scarf and shirt. Bare-chested, he was about to try on what looked to be the next best deal in the shop, a cashmere sweater with Armani label. <p>The room wasn’t suffering from the dreaded “they heat the place like people don’t always come in dressed for the outdoors.” It was not an unbearable oven. It was chilly. Yet sweat poured down the man’s face. <p>Louisa couldn’t help but stare for he stood half naked with perfect abdomen and a peek of what was below the belt. His pants hung low on his tan, tempting, tapered waist. <p>The man jumped and gave an unnecessary apology in thick Buranese dialect. <p>“My name is Antonin. Your friend, Marco, sent me,” he whispered. He made no attempt to cover up for which Louisa gave another silent nod of gratitude. <p>She stepped closer then remembered she was supposed to seek guidance before acting. She started to speak but he gestured for her to be quiet and pulled her to the window. He pointed to the canal. <p>Not exactly the answer to my prayers, but go with it, she reckoned. <p>She leaned squarely up against him then wrapped an arm around his waist, that tempting, tapered waist. <p>He felt her desire rising so he moved them both away from the window where he pulled his pants a little further down to reveal those, those whatever those lines are, those muscle things that go diagonally from the hips to the important region. <p>“Spetta mattimo,” he whispered, “wait a minute,” or something like that, and he pressed his hips against hers. <p>“Prima, guarda la,” (First, look at this) he said and nodded towards the window. <p>************ <p> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_iXL9Fxc_tQ/VjCYkCUqAwI/AAAAAAAATB8/wc-diQF6DSc/s1600-h/Giveaway3.gif"><img title="Giveaway" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Giveaway" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sCF5zr4ECNE/VjCYlme9wXI/AAAAAAAATCE/9xBKlaKj_iI/Giveaway_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="329" height="59"></a> <p align="center"><a id="rcwidget_8pyo3skq" class="rcptr" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112ffc1185/" rel="nofollow" data-raflid="ba112ffc1185" data-template="" data-theme="classic">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-35pxyW4WJLY/VjCYmynb_3I/AAAAAAAATCM/QtqEBtB1-BQ/s1600-h/About-the-author3.gif"><img title="About the author" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="About the author" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nwsvKZVmD7A/VjCYoQFyqiI/AAAAAAAATCU/Cp7CylioCO4/About-the-author_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></a> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TZE1No-WfPk/VjCYpjHeFrI/AAAAAAAATCc/I9Dl6zhapYs/s1600-h/clip_image0083.jpg"><img title="clip_image008" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image008" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-irTl9hBnNe4/VjCYrrxs-pI/AAAAAAAATCk/SbKBBsdbNF8/clip_image008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="135" align="right" height="193"></a> <p>Diana Cachey is a licensed attorney, published academic, and former adjunct law professor. 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She’s gotten drugged, captured, and had to endure her painful change. When Carmel finally starts to enjoy her life at the H.O.T with her friends and her boyfriend Devon; Queen Ice, her annoying past life, contacts her. Queen Ice not only tells her about the impending battle between the good angels and the evil angels, she also continues to pop up in Carmel’s mind, showing her images from her life in the past. Now, Carmel, her friends along with her boyfriend, race to find a sword that they believe will give them leverage in the battle to come. <p>Unfortunately it isn’t as easy as it seems. There are others who are aware of the sword, and they’ll do anything to retrieve it before Carmel does. In addition, Carmel can’t use her Water or Ice Talent to help in the battle and she doesn’t know why! On top of that, there’s one or more people in Carmel's group who aren’t whom they say they are. Can Carmel find the sword? Will she be able to figure out why her Talents aren’t working? Can she discover who in the group is lying to her and the others about who they really are? <p><i>Be sure to read the second series of The Talented by Author Desy Smith to see how the story unfolds!</i> <p><b>Available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Talented-Past-Lives-Revealed/dp/1512216712/">Amazon</a> and <a href="http://desysmith.wix.com/">DesySmith.wix.com</a></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KI0QukofX_E/VjCVzWc1s7I/AAAAAAAAS-o/9hMLGIDHKrs/s1600-h/Excerpt3.gif"><img title="Excerpt" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Excerpt" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YMDBB26Dz2Y/VjCV14phEnI/AAAAAAAAS-w/fQIw15983fU/Excerpt_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="292" height="59"></a></b> <p>We’re a couple of streets down from the museum, waiting on Devon to issue instructions. Earlier, as we laid in bed, I brought up Ms. Platinum Blonde from the airport. Her name is Tray and as I thought, it wasn’t anything serious. He did sleep with her before he met me and that was it. It was just about sex, and honestly, that didn’t bother me. I knew Devon had a life before he met me. I would be dumb to think otherwise. <p>“Okay, so here’s the plan, we go in teams of two.” Devon says inside the car outside the museum. I know I should have been overjoyed because this is my first mission with them. But I’m not. My lower back was bothering me. But I endure the pain, because I knew if Devon found out, I would be left behind, again. “Mel and Ricky are one team, and Flora.” He says her name with disgust. “And I are another team.” <p>“Oh, no sir.” Flora says. “I would rather go by myself.” <p>“Flora, go with Devon. This will give you two time to bond with each other.” I add. I look at Ricky who is nodding his head in agreement. <p>“I don’t want to bond with him!” Flora yells. Ricky gently grabs her and they both get out the car and start talking, well, arguing. <p>“I told you she wouldn’t want to do it.” Devon says. I roll my eyes. <p>“You weren’t very nice about it.” <p>“Really? I thought I was.” Liar. Flora and Ricky open the car door. <p>“Okay, we’re ready, and Flora said she would be honored to be in your company.” Ricky says. <p>“You’re pushing it.” Flora replies with her arms cross, glaring at Devon. <p>We make our way toward the back entrance of the museum, where two dead police officers are holding the door open. <p>“Someone’s already here.” Devon says and Flora gives him a ‘duh’ look. He and Ricky move them both inside the door and close it. I notice the alarm on the right side of the door, smoking. <p>“The alarm system has been fried, which prevents the alarm from being triggered.” He tells us. “Okay, let’s go ahead and split up. Flora and I will take downstairs, Mel and Ricky will take the second floor and we will meet on the third floor, and divide that equally.” He turns his attention to Ricky. “If anything happens to Carmel, do know I will take your life.” Ricky sighs while I roll my eyes. There he goes again, threatening to kill people. <p>The museum is really creepy at night without any lighting and people. I and Ricky’s first stop is the Egyptian room. <p>“Did the Egyptians exist when the angels were here?” I question. Even though my back is killing me, and I want to soak in a bathtub, eating eggs with syrup, I am joyous because I have alone time with Ricky, which means I can grill him. <p>“Yes, remember the angels came down when Adam and Eve were placed on earth.” Oh yeah. I start to recall the story Flora told me. <p>“Your great times 10 grandfather knows a lot about the Angels.” I say as I pick up another vase and look inside before tossing it in the ‘don’t need’ pile. “I think it’s amazing how the stories of Queen Ice were passed down from child to child, but maybe they’re a little less than factual.” <p>“I don’t believe I understand what you’re implying.” I turn to look at him, and try to make out his facial expression but couldn’t because of the moonlight being the only lighting in the museum. <p>“I’m just saying people tell stories to each other and sometimes they add a little extra in. Who’s to say that didn’t happen?” I’m purposely trying to anger him, hoping his rage will make him spill his secret accidently. <p>“It didn’t.” <p>“How would you know? You weren’t there?” I stand up. “Or were you?” <p>“You’re acting like Devon now. Do you have something to say, or will you speak in riddles for the rest of the night?” Ricky states calmly, showing no signs of anger. <p>“Were you there, Ricky?” I ask, getting to the point, enough of the bull crap. <p>“There, as in I was an Angel in the Angel era?” <p>“Yes.” He laughs. <p>“That’s unlikely, I would be very old and senile.” Anything is possible, I say to myself, repeating what Ice told me weeks ago. <p>“Well, I don’t believe we age like humans. Actually, I think we can be century’s old and still look young.” Like Ricky, I thought. “Time doesn’t matter to us.” Suddenly, a light bulb goes off in my mind. I make my way to the wall where a directory is hung. I notice a room on the third floor dedicated to artifacts with no accurate time. Otherwise known as the Timeless room. The vase has to be in there. <p>“I think I figured it out, Ricky.” <p>“What, how angels age?” I shake my head. <p>“Nope, I think I know where the vase is at.” I run out the door, ignoring Ricky as he calls my name, and up the stairs. I walk down the hall until I come upon a cracked door with the words Timeless printed in white calligraphy on the door. I found it. <p>I’m sitting on the floor, looking through another row of blue vases. I was starting to understand how Devon felt, this whole thing is repetitive and annoying. I want to find the vase and be done with this part of the mission. I keep asking Ice if she sees the vase, but of course, when I need her the most, she ignores me. <p>I get ready to give up, until a particular vase catches my attention in the moonlight, almost like God was putting a spotlight on it. The vase is round, and blue with snow white flames from the bottom to top. It’s really beautiful. I go to grab it and turn it upside down. On the bottom there is an engraving. <p>“Engraved it shall say To Queen, From Flame.” Ice says. Look who finally decides to make an appearance. I look at the inscription and it says just that. <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-32eq2u3wKxY/VjCV3lVduWI/AAAAAAAAS-4/SVJqYoNGY9g/s1600-h/Character%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="Character" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Character" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yOnTZgiVotw/VjCV6Pi_QWI/AAAAAAAAS_A/7bC2upxwNVU/Character_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="424" height="40"></a> <p align="center">Character Name: <b>Devon</b> <p align="center">Character Bio: <b>He’s 5’10 with green eyes, and short black hair. His skin is golden due to his mixed heritage. He’s 20, and his Talents are Water, Earth, Air and Fire. Nonchalant he may appear to be, but in reality his true nature is kill now, deal with the consequences later. This rash judgement causes many people to hate and fear him; which he’s okay with. His enemies are as numerous as the stars in the sky. His love for his equal Carmel is uncontrollable; he would move mountains for her. Devon believes she sees the good in him and because of her, he knows he can become a better man. Devon would be ultimately satisfied if he and Carmel were the only two people in the whole wide world.</b> <p align="center"> <p align="center"><b>Describe yourself what is your worst and vest quality? </b> <p align="center">My worst quality is being awesome. <p align="center">I possess all four talents: water, earth air and fire. I’m pretty much indestructible. My worst quality according to my girlfriend is my attitude. <p align="center"><b>What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?</b> <p align="center">I’m misunderstood, and that’s not my fault. <p align="center"><b>What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?</b> <p align="center">It wouldn’t be a secret if I told you. <p align="center"><b>What are you most afraid of?</b> <p align="center">My destiny, my future <p align="center"><b>What do you want more than anything?</b> <p align="center">To stay with Carmel forever. <p align="center"><b>What is your relationship status?</b> <p align="center">Taken and very happy. <p align="center"><b>How would you describe your sense of fashion?</b> <p align="center">Non-existence, if it were up to me, I wouldn’t wear any clothing. <p align="center"><b>How much of a rebel are you?</b> <p align="center">On a scale of 1-10, a 100. <p align="center"><b>What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?</b> <p align="center">You’ll have to read book three to find that out. <p align="center"><b>What is your idea of happiness?</b> <p align="center">My idea of happiness is being with Carmel alone and forever, not having to deal with angels good or bad, and Flora’s nosy butt. <p align="center"><b>What is your current state of mind?</b> <p align="center">Right now I’m worried about Carmel finding out my secret. <p align="center"><b>What is your most treasured possession?</b> <p align="center">Carmel <p align="center"><b>What is your most marked characteristic?</b> <p align="center">My attitude. <p align="center"><b>What is it that you, most dislike?</b> <p align="center">My privacy and Flora, okay maybe not. <p align="center"><b>Which living person do you, most despise?</b> <p align="center">I do not know if he could be counted as a living person, but Lucifer Morningstar. <p align="center"><b>What is your greatest regret?</b> <p align="center">You guys are asking a lot of question; I can’t answer without giving away the third book. <p align="center"><b>What is the quality you most like in a man?</b> <p align="center">Courage <p align="center"><b>What is the quality you most like in a woman?</b> <p align="center">Compassion <p align="center"><b>Who is your favorite hero in fiction?</b> <p align="center">The monster of Frankenstein, as he was misunderstood and created so was I, and I can relate to that. <p align="center"><b>Which living person do you most admire?</b> <p align="center">Good question, and no one. I tend to not admire humans. <p align="center"><b>If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?</b> <p align="center">How I was made. <p align="center"><b>What is your motto?</b> <p align="center">Que sera sera <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-blNR8DCy84s/VjCV75MSCJI/AAAAAAAAS_I/lZefkg46VoY/s1600-h/Giveaway3.gif"><img title="Giveaway" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Giveaway" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lNzrgnEP6wo/VjCV-PCfreI/AAAAAAAAS_Q/nPMGJ5KNm1M/Giveaway_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="329" height="59"></a> <p align="center"><a id="rcwidget_se1aau2d" class="rcptr" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112ffc1201/" rel="nofollow" data-raflid="ba112ffc1201" data-template="" data-theme="classic">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UAQ7x1lc0mw/VjCV_2D4ewI/AAAAAAAAS_Y/tj7N5eGzCKw/s1600-h/About-the-author2.gif"><img title="About the author" style="display: inline" alt="About the author" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-w4OxsPR1FZI/VjCWB5N2tfI/AAAAAAAAS_g/ShoFEL-9qDw/About-the-author_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="424" height="47"></a> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S_rcJdx5qig/VjCWDdOpa0I/AAAAAAAAS_o/kdUnLu6WEd8/s1600-h/clip_image0043.jpg"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PSxU8RENv_s/VjCWE1Sy39I/AAAAAAAAS_w/lyZidDV40JY/clip_image004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="113" align="right" height="193"></a> <p>Desiree “Desy” Smith was born and raised in Dallas, Texas. As an avid reader, Desy read several books until she ran out of things to read. Having nothing else to read, at the age of thirteen, she decided to write her own book. Her love for reading soon turned into a passion for writing. She self-published her first book, The Talented, under Floebe Publishing, which she started to give a voice to new and aspiring authors. Desy writes to inspire and to provide an escape for anyone who wants to live in a fantasy world without worrying about the challenges of everyday life. The Talented is part one of a five part series, with the second installment arriving finally here. Currently, Desy is hard at work on her third novel, Supernatural Resident Advisor with an expected release date of October 2015. Desy’s genre of choice is fantasy romance fiction. Aside from reading and writing Desy enjoys various types of food, especially dessert. When she’s not reading she can probably be found eating a cupcake or two. <p>Web: <a href="http://www.desysmith.wix.com/desysmith">www.desysmith.wix.com/desysmith</a> <p>Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authordesysmith <p>Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/40394618-desiree-morrow">https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/40394618-desiree-morrow</a> <p>Instagram: Author_Desydiva23 authorkarenswarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414486754550732700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-28810482305203936222015-10-30T09:30:00.000+02:002015-10-30T09:30:03.241+02:00Book Blast: With Every Breath by Niecey Roy<div><br></div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoLzWYoW2qXM9wx6Xyzg03aFGB1IXxKU_BNELGH7_HHz16HLFYqFe1Lp6HMnP3fO6o_q3iEnN1imVQfpvi6hHCwpwdX2u_eEuQKMLh21oZTPJHRYDH3hCd9GH3Zsx51bXmckNTyAELeZm/s1600-h/with%252520every%252520banner%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="with every banner" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="with every banner" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvLi0JDUOspDAWCpS-pOzpEUbhbGqC2zY5jORVkgEqC8Hyt9liDzzmOKWIe8JpHaI47A9K5eZQGfxpZ1HhyEura8RK2HAHTU_w8V_mxOpKrkcnd-lfFDYazPlUEvtAc-fNznst2RNBlz5/?imgmax=800" width="640" height="214"></a></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: medium">PRESENTED BY</span></div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRPSqQaDDpipVk9M2L4JcIeUfUZp92jXyhxMixtCfYuvnyPZ3XGoC-f6eLnB0aKEwG0RcN6TF2dbhcQIPgKPhZ2GTgJV0Wql14ih-rXb6zsFsNOVwhVmuskIuBDYmFaHbCGX9T7T3cr2v/s1600-h/logotrans%25255B4%25255D.png"><img title="logotrans" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="logotrans" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS5eSbvyCORT9cwz-WftlIzsdj9dBPA3Vsjbz3d4odGsfiHEOAGFdkn9H1U97p4qiooZdS6rHW4wnKtn_kls5qTU5sXWjHGeagUsb98mEhMSCXzdAxDMvEw4VXP1qvwI42MLvzt_yI80NW/?imgmax=800" width="240" height="224"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div><b></b><br><b>Title: With Every Breath <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHs7Ye25NmQLpNbNNlM4JTzfFtlM0aLPmrI9FYalGZRNS40waGF-1lDvAUjNPn4Ksu5R0g53tUOQQLkLNNEgotIun0haBu4Zp-TInPJelGJ6Eu7h_lUi8TTYu0c29BUzZG9uMlcjPgV_Kr/s1600-h/with%252520every%252520gif%25255B9%25255D.gif"><img title="with every gif" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="with every gif" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXOwYIFS7V_6AfJl6NQfJqkRE5t1qo8RadSMzEyfyQdw4T2igqKodlgjnouQg4iOkytPHNdZz5q-KAGqX061gK8GSUZGLXsxg2Rbpkk73_N4k1PJmNd9zvUb4Vj43wK4rojU5Wrjrc_wh/?imgmax=800" width="399" align="right" height="306"></a> </b><br><b>Series: River Bend </b><br><b>Vol or Book #: 1 </b><br><b>Author: Niecey Roy </b><br><b>Audience: Adult 18+ </b><br><b>Genre: Contemporary Romance </b><br><b>Format: e-Book </b><br><b>Publisher: River Mist Media </b><br><b>Cover by: RBA Designs </b><br><b>Pages: Appox. 200 pgs </b><br><b>Date Published: October 28, 2015 </b><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavzKxEJsGgD5QpGu0djI0r2FPhutMTMf5wri7zzEY3HiG3mZfXvXF0iz0tXFvQzb323xJaTBnVfW9yO-YdAlDYbef-jAHu1UPo1J9O3RK_4zHFhMpb0_mHSP_epjszAqhmNV199I7MzPG/s1600-h/blurb%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="blurb" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="blurb" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0vNXiuJzYeQ2LpxarywHd95DQlloseLCSBS97PnMz1KjYOTnk8Y_pgaQH3tHLtUn3iHfEMvp74D7emaxeajg3Q1nXG5fz-r0ouDs5G9bbRZup5MCkYFr6vYmMxgZby9JbWvEQLYJhVzJ/?imgmax=800" width="325" height="107"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div><b></b><br>Jaden Miller had one plan when she left her hometown, and it was simple—never return. She has her dream job, her freedom, and miles separating her from a past she needed to outrun. Only one thing could make her return to River Bend, and that’s her best friend on the verge of a breakdown. <br>From the moment Cole Brooks realized he married the wrong woman, he’d done his best to not let fantasies of the one who got away haunt him. Now that his marriage is over, and Jaden’s back in town, is the universe giving him a second chance? <br>Jaden isn’t about to let her guard down around the man who broke her heart, but Cole won’t give up until she admits how perfect they would be together. <br><b> </b><br> <div align="center"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOv4X1ZkFcfqMSD1VKb7fKRDd17I7M02u38m3RCuZNjHDpUNy2rWX1l-H5C3eh03sn3IBqOhb4a8f5FZsQqU7GGziOYV2K6b7lhbyQTdaC4LMp2R48Qyls22ZMJAANnyGgYpkVoC1mHso/s1600-h/book%252520links%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="book links" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="book links" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9kbD9pzNxuFboeKcCg5e1pnuTH-Yj9YI4p0sbqJEJ2cRYk6ZfHY8cywT3wrcmOfJ0HThVOFRIvFDeMFcYCgxac-dF86NDP0isqtqJebU7elpWgsvDkbhrFfW73F_5_RE_gdrsw30arCJ/?imgmax=800" width="363" height="73"></a></b></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div style="font-weight: bold" align="center"><span style="font-size: medium">AMAZON / BARNES AND NOBLE / <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26595309-with-every-breath">GOODREADS</a></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold" align="center"> </div> <div style="font-weight: bold" align="center"> </div> <div style="font-weight: bold" align="center"><b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26595309-with-every-breath"><img style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/pByUBl8X3v3bHuI3GGsB_qzQv4v-v4217NKeSMtZiZU5dJkGnnwTU9uOAjNSgjzbrAdb8fMC1NK3tgySqiTj4bx-uC14MM5h3fUYgaeHNPe6uO_dcK2CLPdPn0Iuto5c7Px9A-mr13u_Q6Qs" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/OM9uwkuj2M_5Gbkjw3ajL-Hfx3w35Huwnj_zLmjnLHjHQBWnHfEUkIQGR7rgSPryvpC5gZN8TvPVFTseNfUeZNLfJGrySPtrZxlSGjJGO_EREe5DofZSzw4XYKeZqeD8hF7QPmly6xdj4-Al" width="270" height="281"></a></b></div> <div style="font-weight: bold" align="center"> </div> <div style="font-weight: bold" align="center"><b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26595309-with-every-breath"><img style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/jBByNStVgnARmiymFOxg6sJEXnjSP2MyLtNOSrirdczio8KVRSbUNG-q9nEsiPsSXDOv41qM93u-cqYHrSAuu4fel8prcqKXZscxWIf2jUkL-9TP04oOHgec5MHXtS0iqE3whKrnXvBDtUUT" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/fkFEVolFan7N6PBVqJy2zTojeGBqgyJdqG5ha5JBlm4Czcoj4KWach1ydQ4LU5GuCkYO0uHRumceFXXrEvgQuJcrf-FZq2TDwP03T5zn-RmjyWcumL4zrSYyQNK7m9i6u9SuCLAxckxPkkWJ" width="624" height="414"></a></b></div> <div style="font-weight: bold" align="center"> </div> <div style="font-weight: bold" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQI5qjm-AqMHjRteJLAeXV8QjMWoAaLeA0CmOJx7yXGW9qLopf0gRc-KBRoSDKsVgy1BXa0_PBgDCYQBraFk21cmNy08ojN6FDmiATjGbTKV64bZ-uvL2oPIq1m-wAJVZ5XQJIe4ODH8uU/s1600-h/about%252520the%252520author%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="about the author" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="about the author" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLO_Bz1if3uC5fUMr0MEK968kh7XziXnn6NjTLwmJQqq0RICSzu6yvomLOmiSdoQhgSEONE8vKPi-3UxB6qvScLwQsetjfK002P4a495TQZzl01zxMEX8tq7kQLC9bQCQcal4hfmP1bzbo/?imgmax=800" width="476" height="65"></a></div> <div style="font-weight: bold" align="center"> </div> <div style="font-weight: bold"><b></b></div>Once upon a time, there was a young girl who wrote sappy poetry about every relationship gone wrong. 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Quickly thrust into the lime light of a rock and roll super star he finds his past isn’t so easy to leave behind. Alcohol, drugs, and an endless stream of available and willing woman push Quill to his limits of restraint. But he has more at stake than his sobriety, Quill will do almost anything to win Assad back even if it means baring his soul on stage. Just when things seem to be going his way Quill’s mother comes back into his life. A force he has never been able to overcome. Soon Quill’s feeling of responsibility for his family threatens to take him and the band down. 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His band, Pick-Six was on the last songs of the set. The rush adrenaline laced with anxiety was the high Quill used to get him through the nerves threatening to destroy each performance. <br>“It will get easier,” Simon, their manager said before each gig. <br>It hadn’t. <br>Each night Quill tried to figure out how he’d ended up the lead singer of a band he’d watched at the local rave bar. Each night he fought his inner demons so he could get through another performance without allowing himself a hit, a drink, or a hard screw. He’d sworn off any type of crutch to get him through. However he’d done it before the band hit it big and he was thrust in front of an overflowing bar full of people every night. 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border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XWmAYbx4kr8/VjCQRkVJTlI/AAAAAAAAS8Y/eJD7P-5nkQo/clip_image002_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="310" align="left" height="484"></a><b>The Vampire, The Handler, and Me</b> <p><b>Eileen Sheehan</b> <p>Genre: paranormal romance <p>Publisher: Eternal Press, LLC <p>Date of Publication: September 1, 2015 <p>ISBN: 978-1629293110 <p>ASIN: B01494XZB8 <p>Number of pages: 202 <p>Word Count: 100 k <p>Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique <p>Book Description: <p>In a romantic triangle of good and bad, it's hard to tell who is good and who is bad. <p>Lizzy Ewing is caught in a romantic triangle between a two enemies; the handsome vampire, Nevi, and the hunky handler, Geoffrey. A handler herself, Lizzy must choose between Nevi and Geoffrey. One wants her for all the right reasons and one doesn't. <p>Will she discover who is who before the bad destroys the good? <p><b>Book Trailer: <a href="https://youtu.be/_uPA_tE9aU8">https://youtu.be/_uPA_tE9aU8</a></b> <p><b></b> <p><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vampire-Handler-Me-Eileen-Sheehan/dp/1629293113/">Amazon</a> <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-vampire-the-handler-and-me-eileen-sheehan/1122552513?ean=9781629293110">BN</a> <a href="http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781629293103">Eternal Press</a></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zr5KXwCX8YI/VjCQTcY7oKI/AAAAAAAAS8g/PW93kO857gM/s1600-h/Excerpt2.gif"><img title="Excerpt" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Excerpt" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--Q9FOymGJD8/VjCQVAbaZdI/AAAAAAAAS8o/MC-bsE7-mdc/Excerpt_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="308" height="67"></a></b> <p>“My name is Nevi, Nevi Sharpe,” he said with a deep, sultry accent. “May I ask with whom I have the pleasure of sharing scratch-off tickets?” <p>I wanted to answer him but I was still stuck on stupid. I opened my mouth to speak and absolutely nothing came out. <p>How embarrassing. <p>How ridiculous. <p>How mortifying. <p>He was just a man, after all. What was my issue? <p>I just couldn’t move past the sense of magnificence that permeated the air around him. It was both electrifying and nerve wracking. <p>“You have a phone call,” blurted the bland voice of Miss Congeniality as she approached my newly discovered god-man with a cordless phone. <p>“Please excuse me,” he murmured in my direction as he snapped the phone from the clerk’s hand, obviously unhappy to be disturbed. <p>“Lizzy. Lizzy Ewing,” I forced past my lips as he stood up. “My name’s Lizzy Ewing.” <p>I could feel flames consume my cheeks when I realized how desperate my voice must have sounded. He studied me with dancing eyes—momentarily forgetting his annoyance about the phone call.“Nice to meet you, Lizzy Ewing,” he said warmly. “Please excuse me.” <p>With that, he lifted the phone unceremoniously to his ear and disappeared through a doorway behind the counter. I assumed it led to his office. At the faint sound of another door shutting behind that door, I felt I assumed right. <p>The clerk shuffled through the array of lotto tickets spread out on the counter in front of me with a notable smirk on her broad, acne infested face before looking up at me. “That’ll be twenty-five dollars,” she stated smugly. <p>I stood there looking at her for a brief moment while it registered with me…I was getting stuck with the entire bill of my not so private scratch-off tryst! <p> <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cutR3M1twzk/VjCQWKOzX8I/AAAAAAAAS8w/AXiBXdokhMw/s1600-h/Character%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="Character" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Character" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YOhSZ63hfpU/VjCQXqbImAI/AAAAAAAAS84/BAT8agC8HZA/Character_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="424" height="40"></a> <p align="center">Character Name: Lizzy Ewing <p align="center">Character Bio: Born in Westchester County, NY, Lizzy Ewing grew up enjoying the luxury of travel and rubbing elbows with the elite at the local country club. The daughter of a retired chef, she went to a culinary institute only to utilize her education and talents in a small town diner as the cook and part-time waitress. Sharing the same birthday as her older, beautiful, and ever so popular sister, she suffered sibling rivalry and taunting while living in her shadow. This resulted in a bruised ego and inferiority complex. She finally came into her own around her twenty-fifth birthday when she met vampire Nevi Sharpe. <p align="center">If you can add a dreamcast pic of the character that would be greatJ<b></b> <p align="center"><b>Describe yourself what is your worst and vest quality?</b> <p align="center">I would have to say my best quality is my ability for compassion when others can't find the means to offer it. My worst quality would have to be my lack of confidence that I'm working on lessening but has been with me a long time so may take a while to shift.<b></b> <p align="center"><b>What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you? </b> <p align="center">I wish I could tell the world that I'm a powerhouse when it comes to hunting down vampires, werewolves and such, but that's a side of me that has to stay low profile. <p align="center"><b>What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?</b> <p align="center"> I sometimes wish I was a vampire so I could see the world through their eyes and live as long as the ones I love, yet I'm fearful of becoming one. Crazy, huh? <p align="center"><b></b> <p align="center"><b>What are you most afraid of? </b> <p align="center">Dying before Nevi and our son, Bobby. <p align="center"><b>What do you want more than anything? </b> <p align="center">To live a good life with Nevi and Bobby and possibly have more children. <p align="center"><b>What is your relationship status? </b> <p align="center">Waiting for that marriage proposal I know is on the tip of Nevi's stubborn tongue. <p align="center"><b>How would you describe your sense of fashion?</b> <p align="center"> I can dress for the occasion quite nicely, but most of the time I go casual. <p align="center"><b>How much of a rebel are you?</b> <p align="center"> I stand up for myself when need be but I wouldn't call myself a rebel. <p align="center"><b>What do you considered to be your greatest achievement? </b> <p align="center">Giving birth to a beautiful half- vampire boy. <p align="center"><b>What is your idea of happiness? </b> <p align="center">Being Nevi's wife and raising our son together. <p align="center"><b>What is your current state of mind? </b> <p align="center">I'm happy to have Nevi back safe and sound and to be free of Geoffrey. <p align="center"><b>What is your most treasured possession? </b> <p align="center">Bobby <p align="center"><b>What is your most marked characteristic? </b> <p align="center">My waist long hair <p align="center"><b>What is it that you most dislike?</b> <p align="center"> The fact that it takes so long to wash, dry and style my thick waist long hair! <p align="center"><b>Which living person do you most despise? </b> <p align="center">Geoffrey. I regret calling 911 for him. <p align="center"><b>What is your greatest regret?</b> <p align="center"> Having to be the one required to cut mys sister's head off her dead body. <p align="center"><b>What is the quality you most like in a man? </b> <p align="center">Honesty <p align="center"><b>What is the quality you most like in a woman? </b> <p align="center">The same but compassion runs a close second. <p align="center"><b>Who is your favorite hero in fiction?</b> <p align="center"> That would have to be Van Helsing. I love vampires who are lovers but not vampires who are evil and viscous so you go Van Helsing! <p align="center"><b>Which living person do you most admire? </b> <p align="center">Nevi. Since he's half human and vampires aren't the hollow chested creatures story tellers make them out to be, but very much alive, he's definitely the one I admire the most. He's compassionate, worldly, wise, rich, handsome and really sexy. <p align="center"><b>If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? </b> <p align="center">I'd get my psychic abilities under control. <p align="center"><b>What is your motto? </b> <p align="center">Listen to your heart, not your head. <p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Dzcr6kBjJYY/VjCQYx2KSHI/AAAAAAAAS9A/-AQ4NBZ4kgw/s1600-h/Giveaway2.gif"><img title="Giveaway" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Giveaway" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-orlmswn29SI/VjCQavn7jkI/AAAAAAAAS9I/fOVxiwlNNSk/Giveaway_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="345" height="67"></a> <p align="center"><a id="rcwidget_c0s6f486" class="rcptr" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112ffc1188/" rel="nofollow" data-raflid="ba112ffc1188" data-template="" data-theme="classic">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6CfALH4qi68/VjCQb2khXcI/AAAAAAAAS9Q/J9p5x27aCyo/s1600-h/About-the-author2.gif"><img title="About the author" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="About the author" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-N9wY1bbm_z0/VjCQd-x9TVI/AAAAAAAAS9Y/6dxGy-YMM58/About-the-author_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="424" height="47"></a> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SVoJI9GDdwQ/VjCQfDSsUeI/AAAAAAAAS9g/CyD0o15RFBg/s1600-h/clip_image0043.jpg"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SV7POnkCZaY/VjCQg9YWqmI/AAAAAAAAS9o/gsZa8g0B7NM/clip_image004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" align="right" height="193"></a> <p>Eileen Sheehan lives in her native upstate New York where she enjoys the beauty of the New York Countryside. <p>When she is not sitting at the computer creating a new fantasy, she can be found helping her clients through her holistic business as Lena Sheehan a.k.a. Psychic Lena. <p>She takes advantage of her experiences, wisdom and knowledge of the paranormal and often finds ways to insert them into her writings. <p><a href="http://www.sheehan-author.info">http://www.sheehan-author.info</a> <p><a href="https://twitter.com/AuthorSheehan">https://twitter.com/AuthorSheehan</a> <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/sheehan.author">https://www.facebook.com/sheehan.author</a> <p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14219489.Eileen_Sheehan">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14219489.Eileen_Sheehan</a> authorkarenswarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414486754550732700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-75687330166464142912015-10-29T10:00:00.000+02:002015-10-29T10:00:01.882+02:00Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Idol of Glass by Jane Kindred @JaneKindred<p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tpp91o_KOz4/VjCOY9J_jII/AAAAAAAAS5s/NQq301FEoF8/s1600-h/Idol%252520of%252520Glass%252520Banner%252520851%252520x%252520315_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.png"><img title="Idol of Glass Banner 851 x 315_thumb[1]" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Idol of Glass Banner 851 x 315_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KG6GExAkTrU/VjCOn4HiuzI/AAAAAAAAS50/SDtkvTfr0I8/Idol%252520of%252520Glass%252520Banner%252520851%252520x%252520315_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="644" height="241"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a-Z-tBvcrqQ/VjCOpgBzPQI/AAAAAAAAS58/m2CSfBocRZk/s1600-h/book%252520blast_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="book blast_thumb[1]" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="book blast_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4rFkdSk6D00/VjCOrD_kUfI/AAAAAAAAS6E/_V2Vu_TTGz8/book%252520blast_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="399" height="75"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2TRG5XAu5wI/VjCOs5XtNKI/AAAAAAAAS6M/OaJ4GJQw2bg/s1600-h/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image002_thumb[1]" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SaKM66ZHe7Y/VjCO04G_AuI/AAAAAAAAS6U/URogm0HEirM/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" align="left" height="484"></a><b>Idol of Glass</b> <p><b>Looking Glass Gods</b> <p><b>Book 3</b> <p><b>Jane Kindred</b> <p>Genre: Dark fantasy with erotic <p>and romantic elements/LGBTQ <p>Publisher: Samhain Publishing <p>Date of Publication: October 27, 2015 <p>ISBN: 978-161922-373-8 <p>ASIN: B0118ZFO4W <p>Number of pages: 268 <p>Word Count: 91,000 <p>Cover Artist: Kanaxa <p>Book Description: <p>Madness didn't destroy her; atoning for it might. <p>Ra has ruined everything. Returning to life through “renaissance” was her first mistake. Magical excess was her second. Now she must face the consequences of her reckless conjuring. Her beloved Ahr is dead by her hand, and the comfort she’d found in gender-rebel Jak seems lost to her forever. <p>Ra takes solace in punishment—and in communion with her punisher, the mysterious and merciless MeerShiva. But Shiva has spun a skein of secrecy over centuries—secrets about Ra’s origins and the origins of the Meer themselves. And as the secrets begin to unravel, someone else’s magic is at work from the hidden realm. Someone with the ability to redraw the fabric of the world itself. <p>As the picture becomes clearer, Ra must face some harsh realities: not everything is about her, and punishment isn’t enough. She must stand before Jak and try to atone for what she’s done. But seeing Jak will reveal one more secret Ra never saw coming—and one that may mean her own undoing. <p><i>Product Warnings: Contains scenes of intense BDSM, non-binary genders, and a preponderance of kick-ass women.</i> <p><i></i> <p><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0118ZFO4W">Amazon</a> <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-idolofglass-1859727-145.html">ARe</a> <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/idol-of-glass-jane-kindred/1122273971">BN</a> <a href="http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Idol-Glass/Jane-Kindred/Q405754569">BooksaMillion </a><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/idol-of-glass/id1017609269">iTunes</a> <a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/idol-of-glass">Kobo</a> <a href="https://www.samhainpublishing.com/book/5611/idol-of-glass">Samhain</a></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c7I1eJNS4rI/VjCO2WN-hxI/AAAAAAAAS6c/q0MzCF1NCZ0/s1600-h/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="Excerpt_thumb[1]" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Excerpt_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jhBB-FOoaeg/VjCO4CQmmZI/AAAAAAAAS6k/ElDRMBQvjxI/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="324" height="75"></a></b><b></b> <p><b></b> <p>Even spattered in dried blood and pieces of the dead man’s flesh, they cut a striking pair of figures on the dunes of the falend. Jet and dark poppy, their hair hung down their backs in the colors of atrocity. Light caressed them, knowing they were more than human, rippling iridescent over their tresses like quicksilver in the presence of the divine. <p>As in the youth of her former life, Ra was attired in the manner of a Meeric prince, the plain kaftan of black silk muting much of the violence that covered her. <p>MeerShiva was less subtle, the pearl-embroidered train of her sheer citrine gown, from the same ancient era, dragging behind her, caked in mud from the heath they’d left behind. They were two livid strokes of pigment on the canvas of sun-blanched sand. <p>Satisfied with the decimation of the remains they’d dumped in the marsh outside the small trading post beyond Mole Downs, they had simply walked away, and continued walking until they’d left the high country altogether. Coming down out of the mound-riddled moors and across the lowland heath, they followed the Filial River toward the east, past the falls that plunged beneath the bluff at the wasteland’s edge, and into the high desert north of the Anamnesis delta, until at last even Meeric sensibility demanded rest. <p>The palette of the sky behind the scattered stars held the deep lack of pigment that came with the hours after midnight, and they were in the center of nothing, a vast stretch of arid land that separated mound country from the Deltan lowlands. With a few murmured words, Shiva raised a single tower around them, round and made of stone, with windowless walls that stretched up over them into immeasurable heights. Meeric conjuring was often merely out of whim, influenced by the current state of mind and body. They lay on a floor of heather, an anomalous afterthought, with barely a pause between waking and sleep. <p>§ <p>Jak lay at Geffn’s side, staring at the ceiling. They shared a bed for comfort, though nothing more. The question of their long estrangement had been settled once and for all in the formal dissolution of their bond after Ahr’s body had been consigned to the elements in the Bone Fire. During all that ceremony—the harvest rites marking the turn of the year, the final parting with Ahr, the unbinding rite in which Jak and Geffn had cut the red braided strings they’d worn around their wrists to symbolize their union and set each other free—Jak had been in a state of stasis. Unable to feel anything, unable to fully comprehend the loss of Ahr, despite the grand Deltan memorial. <p>In mound culture, funeral rites were less dramatic. Haethfalters didn’t believe in the necessity of the destruction of the body by fire to free the spirit for its next life. Hadn’t, at least, until Ra had come, having effected her own cremation from the grave in order to hasten her return, “renaissanced” as a fully formed adult in an instant on a cold winter night. But that was an exception to the rule. Ra’s renaissance was devilry and madness, and Jak should have recognized it from the start. <p>Haethfalters practiced a form of sky burial, building a platform for the deceased and laying the body out in the elements to be excarnated by carrion birds. Burying bodies below ground was impractical in a place where the ground was frozen half the year and where underground real estate was at a premium for their souterrain dwellings. When the bones were picked clean, they were taken and placed in the family’s burial cairn—a place that didn’t require such deep digging, and which they had to dig only once, during the warmer months. <p>They’d used the sky burial platform as Ahr’s crematory, and Jak had watched his elements spiral up into the warm autumn wind. Smoke and embers and ash. It hadn’t seemed real. It hadn’t seemed like Ahr’s body wrapped in fragrant oils and spices and covered in flower garlands. It hadn’t seemed like anyone’s body at all as the platform was consumed in bright flames against the dusk sky. It had all been too surreal. <p>But there’d been no denying the reality once the urn was placed in Jak’s hands. Within the unassuming clay vessel was all that was left of Jak’s dearest friend. <p>Jak had led that final ceremony, the procession to the family cairn, the slow march alone down the dank steps beneath the circle of stones, accompanied by Oldman Rem’s mournful highland fiddle from above, to place Ahr’s vessel in the narrow vault that normally held the bones of the dead. By custom, and not belief, Jak murmured prayers to the ancestors—Jak’s mother, Fyn, and Fyn’s parents, whom Jak had never known—and then tried to say good-bye to Ahr somehow. The finality made it impossible, and Jak dropped onto wobbly knees before the vault and wept. <p>Ahr was family to Jak, and no one had questioned his interment under the cairn. Family, after all, was a broad term in mound society, having little to do with blood. In the niche beside Ahr’s were the bones of Fyn, the last person Jak had said good-bye to here. And on Fyn’s other side lay the remains of Geffn’s brother, Pim, who’d died before Geffn was born. They were all connected to Jak in one way or another. But kneeling there among the sputter of tallow candles as the sobs receded into sighs, Jak had felt the wrongness of it. Ahr was a Deltan. His ashes didn’t belong below the highland moor. <p>Jak sighed, still staring up at the stone ceiling. There was still so much damage in Haethfalt from the rains. It was a terrible time to leave. But Jak couldn’t let this wait until spring. <p>“I have to take him home.” Jak spoke in the darkness beside Geffn. “I know I’m needed here to help rebuild, but Merit deserves to know. They were lovers. He should have the ashes.” <p>“You do what you need to.” Geffn squeezed Jak’s hand atop the blanket. “The moundhold will be here for you. Whatever you decide to do will be all right.” <p>But it wasn’t true. It would not be all right. Nothing could ever be all right with so much gone wrong. <p> <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hEcJHd6j168/VjCO5olPy2I/AAAAAAAAS6s/f4bDvxsAIQQ/s1600-h/Author%252520Interview%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="Author Interview" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Author Interview" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4tTc_Dyyoq8/VjCO7W9Y6QI/AAAAAAAAS60/YkBSawy3Mdw/Author%252520Interview_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="424" height="47"></a> <p align="center"><b>Did you always want to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?</b> <p align="center">Yes. Since I wrote my first short story in grade school, I’ve wanted to be a writer. I toyed with the idea of going to medical school, but the studying got in the way of writing novels. <p align="center"><b>When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?</b> <p align="center">If you mean a professional writer, I guess that would be when I sold my first short story. But I’ve considered myself a writer since I started writing. <p align="center"><b>How long did it take to get your first book published?</b> <p align="center">I had written six novels and a novella before any of them were accepted for publication. I started querying on the first novel in 1999 and the second novel in 2000. It was a novella I wrote in 2005 (<i>The Devil’s Garden</i>, the prequel to <i>Looking Glass Gods</i>) that was finally published in 2011, the same year my first novel was published a few months later—which was actually the third novel I’d written. (My second novel, which I’d started querying on in 2000, became the <i>Looking Glass Gods</i> trilogy that was published this year, of which <i>Idol of Glass</i> is the third part.) <p align="center"><b>Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?</b> <p align="center">My day job is editing for a multinational consulting firm. Not nearly as interesting as writing erotic paranormal romance and romantic fantasy. <p align="center"><b>What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?</b> <p align="center">My latest book is <i>Idol of Glass</i>, in which a reincarnated goddess seeks atonement for crimes committed in madness brought on by absorbing too much pain from others. <p align="center"><b>Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?</b> <p align="center">The <i>Looking Glass Gods</i> series is published by Samhain Publishing. <p align="center"><b>How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?</b> <p align="center">I try to write 1,000 words a day, which means it takes me about three months to complete a novel. Pre-work is usually a week or two, and I don’t usually plot out the whole story in advance. <p align="center"><b>What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?</b> <p align="center">I have a book in a slightly different genre coming out in December, <i>The Lost Coast</i>, which is m/f gothic paranormal romance. My next m/m fantasy romance, <i>The Water Thief</i>, comes out in March 2016. <p align="center"><b>What genre would you place your books into?</b> <p align="center">Most of my books are romantic fantasy or paranormal romance. <p align="center"><b>What made you decide to write that genre of book?</b> <p align="center">I write in the genres I’ve always enjoyed reading. <p align="center"><b>Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?</b> <p align="center"><b>How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?</b> <p align="center">I’ve been writing since I was 11, and I was inspired by the books I read, particularly <i>The Chronicles of Narnia</i>, which was the first fantasy series I started reading at age 7. <p align="center"><b>Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?</b> <p align="center">I don’t have a hard-and-fast ritual that I have to follow, but I like to burn candles while I write, and I need it to be quiet. Very, very quiet. <p align="center"><b>Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?</b> <p align="center">I read them if I come across them, but I no longer seek them out. I used to check Goodreads obsessively to see if anyone had reviewed my books, but I don’t find it useful, because everyone’s taste is different and personal. I tend to take the bad reviews to heart despite the good reviews that outnumber them, so it isn’t healthy for me to keep looking for external validation that will just be crushed by a single, snarky DNF. <p align="center"><b>Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?</b> <p align="center">Usually, the book idea and the title come to me at the same time, though recently, I’ve been having a lot of trouble coming up with titles. <p align="center"><b>How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?</b> <p align="center">Again, they usually just come to me as I write, but sometimes I’ll want names that go with a particular language or culture, so I’ll search on baby name websites or sites related to that culture. <p align="center"><b>Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?</b> <p align="center">It’s mostly a simultaneous process. <p align="center"><b>Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?</b> <p align="center">The characters tell me who they are as the story progresses. <p align="center"><b>Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")</b> <p align="center">I wouldn’t say they’re hidden, no. <p align="center"><b>Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?</b> <p align="center">I have a slight preference for paperbacks just because I like to have a physical object to hold, but I enjoying reading just as much when it’s an ebook. I usually can’t afford to buy hardbacks, and they’re heavy, so while they’re a much nicer physical object to own, they’re not as much fun to hold and cart around. <p align="center"><b>What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?</b> <p align="center"><i>The Silver Chair</i> by C.S. Lewis. I’ve read it dozens of times. I think I enjoy reading about men who are tied up. ;) <p align="center"><b>Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?</b> <p align="center">It depends on how it’s done. If people get hung up on putting every moment of a book on film, it isn’t going to work. The <i>Harry Potter</i> books are probably the best translation to film that I’ve seen. The worst in recent memory is the obviously money-motivated stretching of <i>The Hobbit</i> into three movies. By the third one, it was absurd and tedious. <p align="center"><b>Your favorite food is?</b> <p align="center">Chocolate, the darker the better. Extra points if it’s cake. <p align="center"><b>Your favorite singer/group is?</b> <p align="center">My current favorite is Daft Punk. Longtime favorites are Kate Bush and Prince. <p align="center"><b>Your favorite color is?</b> <p align="center">Purple. 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"Halloween: Henry, Saddara and the Neighborhood" is a fictional chapter book for children of all ages! The story depicts the colorful scenes of a legendary Halloween night through the eyes of Henry, a rugged, but sophisticated black cat. The story takes the reader to the quaint town of Greenwood. Henry enjoys his human family and the sights in the town on Halloween, but ventures out into the foothills to his favorite place, the haunted Hostetler mansion. <p>Henry experiences many supernatural events on his adventure to the old mansion near the woods, including interactions with and sightings of witches, werewolves, musical vampires, ghosts, goblins, and zombies. Henry has a dear friend who inhabits the Hostetler mansion, the ghost of a little girl named Saddara. Saddara's touching story is told in this tale and receives a powerful resolution. Henry somehow escapes this incredible adventure with his life, a scarred ear and wise lessons to impart. <p><i>“Halloween: Henry, Saddara and the Neighborhood” is Halloween fun with beauty and wisdom brewed in! </i> <p><i>This book is also a Rock Opera Dance Musical!</i> <p><b>Available at </b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Halloween-Saddara-Neighborhood-Juli-Draney-ebook/dp/B009SV25FA/"><b>Amazon</b></a><b></b> <p><b></b> <p align="center"><b>Excerpt from “Meet Henry”</b> <p align="center"><b></b> <p align="center">“Do you take one lump of sugar or two? Or seven?” asked little Saddara. Then she erupted into a high pitched giggle. <p align="center">“I’ll take seven sugars and I would like a mouse on the side,” I answered as we both laughed and sighed. Our pretend tea parties in the rose garden of the old mansion were delightful! <p align="center">“Well, I guess it’s time for me to go now,” said Saddara. “I don’t know when mother and father and the boys will be here, but I will wait. I am sure they are coming!” With a pet on my head, she would fade away back into her bedroom. I would then make my way home through the lovely, wooded foothills. Those were fun times I had with Saddara. I’ll tell you all about her later on. <p align="center">I’m Henry, the beloved cat of the Rodriguez-Haskell family. I’m a black cat and a Tom. That and my scruffy, torn ear add to my irresistible charm. I live in the quaint town of Greenwood, named for its beautiful, green foothills. I’m a mix of ruffian and spoiled house cat (though I hate to admit the latter). I’ve garnered quite a bit of street smarts from my nightly cat adventures. I know every back alley and criminal joint in Greenwood, as well as the swanky, uptown parts. My family allows me to roam at night wherever I please, thanks to the cat door they installed. It’s nice to have my true nature recognized. We cats are complex characters, just like humans. I can enjoy a Shakespearean sonnet as well as dumpster diving for a delicious, discarded meal. By the way, you humans should try scavenging more. You’re missing out on all the fun! <p align="center">I certainly didn’t receive my scruffy, torn ear from a human. I got it from a zombie in an epic battle on a legendary Halloween night. Halloween is my very favorite night of the year as it’s a night when my irresistible charms seem to frighten people out of their mind. If you have more time, I’ll share with you the story of one of the most incredible nights of my life - a night when my fierce scrappiness and sharp intellect were fully used. I must say, I’ve had many such nights. After all, I’m a cat. <p align="center"><b>Excerpt from “Vampires”</b> <p align="center"><b></b> <p align="center">I saw something black lift up from the ground in the cemetery, like a hinged door. Then another one just like it opened a small distance away, still in the cemetery, then several more. They all seemed to open and close in unison. Open-slam-open-slam-open-slam-open-slam! They looked like coffins! I saw a cloaked, human-looking figure emerge from one, then another. These figures all seemed to be men in black cloaks, rising and moving rather calmly and gracefully in the moonlit fog of the night. Vampires. <p align="center">The total count was eight. They were quietly walking and walking, slowly, without expression around the beautiful garden veranda near the cemetery and the front lawn of the mansion. They had shiny, groomed black hair that glistened in the moonlight, and a pale hue to their skin in cool tones. Some had white streaks blazing through their black hair. Their garments were impeccably beautiful. They wore woolen, pin-striped suits, with the finest tailoring I had ever seen. Long black capes draped from their necks around suit vests and slacks. They wore red roses on their lapels. Their shoes shone in the night like their hair. <p align="center">After a bit of their calm pacing, I saw one go back to his coffin and produce a chair, then of all things, a beautiful cello and bow. <p align="center"><b>Excerpt from “The Return”</b> <p align="center"><b></b> <p align="center">Exhausted, I walked over right in front of the guitar god zombie, still playing his guitar ferociously. I could still hear the howls of the werewolves and the cackle of the witches in the forest. Catrina and the vampires had fused their music with the zombies forming a type of Halloween heavy metal, funk tango dirge which was truly exhilarating. This was musical fusion as I had never heard before! It was like a rock concert in heaven and hell at the same time. The haunting yet extremely alive music, the cackling, the howling…it all climaxed into a great musical sound that seemed to summon the very sky and enter beyond time. It was totally overwhelming and reached an almost unbearable level of exhilaration. Then, suddenly it all stopped - dead silent. The vampires ceased their playing and dancing. Catrina and her partner stopped mid-turn. <p> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aDOffgYobYU/Vi9JGvTz_oI/AAAAAAAAS4k/uFkZd7RbEO4/s1600-h/About%252520the%252520author_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="About the author_thumb[1]" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="About the author_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jALYO-dac98/Vi9JIn236mI/AAAAAAAAS4s/fI4na0j9HRo/About%252520the%252520author_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="440" height="55"></a></b> <p>Juli is a freelance musician, piano teacher and author living in Boise, Idaho. She has accompanied professional dance for many years. She was inspired to write her book in order to compose a Halloween ballet, which turned into a “Rock Opera Dance Musical”. She enjoys teaching, performing, writing, composing, and hanging with her daughter and two dachshunds. <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Halloween.HenrySaddaraandtheNeighborhood">https://www.facebook.com/Halloween.HenrySaddaraandtheNeighborhood</a> <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/juli.draney">https://www.facebook.com/juli.draney</a></p> authorkarenswarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414486754550732700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-58672125848152249072015-10-28T08:30:00.000+02:002015-10-28T08:30:00.046+02:00Book Blast: The Challenge by Kim Iverson Headlee @KimHeadlee<div style="text-align: center"><a href="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/the-challenge-banner1.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-13119" alt="The Challenge - Banner" src="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/the-challenge-banner1.jpg?w=625" width="625" height="349"></a></div> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: teal"><b>BOOK INFORMATION</b></span></h2> <div style="text-align: center"><b>TITLE</b> – The Challenge <b>SERIES</b> – The Dragon's Dove Chronicles <b>AUTHOR</b> – Kim Iverson Headlee <b>GENRE</b> – Historical Fantasy w/Romantic Elements <b>PUBLICATION DATE</b> – 7/14/2015 <b>LENGTH</b> (Pages/# Words) - 24 pages/6K words <b>PUBLISHER</b> – Pendragon Cove Press <b>COVER ARTIST</b> – Natasha Brown</div> <hr> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: teal"><b>BOOK SYNOPSIS</b></span></h2> <div style="text-align: center"><a href="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/the-challenge-cover.jpg"><img class="alignleft wp-image-12513" alt="The Challenge - Cover" src="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/the-challenge-cover.jpg?w=625" width="303" height="454"></a> </div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">The gauntlet is thrown. One must die. Refusal is not an option.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">Arthur the High King of Breatein has fallen captive of a longtime enemy, the Saxon warrior-princess Camilla, who lusts to avenge the death of her betrothed at Gyan’s hands and will stop at nothing, even the black arts, to achieve her goal. Because Gyan and Arthur have grown estranged, she fears that Arthur may side with Camilla and make her his new queen.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">To meet Camilla’s challenge, Gyan must face all her demons—public as well as private.</div> <hr> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: teal"><b>BUY & TBR LINKS</b></span></h2> <div style="text-align: center"><a href="http://getbook.at/The_Challenge_by_KIH_Kindle" target="_blank">WORLDWIDE AMAZON KINDLE LINK</a> $0.99 or Free on Kindle Unlimited</div> <div style="text-align: center"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25906481-the-challenge?ac=1">GOODREADS</a></div> <hr> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: teal"><b>EXCERPT</b></span></h2> <div style="text-align: center"><a href="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/the-challenge-teaser.jpg"><img class="alignright wp-image-12751" alt="The Challenge - Teaser" src="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/the-challenge-teaser.jpg?w=625" width="421" height="275"></a> </div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <div style="text-align: justify">With a shudder Gyan recalled the rumor that Camilla had enlisted demonic aid…</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">She banished those thoughts, and their attendant fears, by pondering the irony that Camilla had tried to strike at her through Arthur. It might have worked, once.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">The passion that had colored the early years of their marriage was still celebrated in song throughout Breatein and Caledon.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">These days, she wasn’t singing.</div></blockquote> <hr> <div style="text-align: center"><a href="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/the-challenge-graphic-novel-teaser-color-art-work-by-c2015-by-wendy-carey.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-13118" alt="The Challenge - Graphic Novel Teaser (color) - Art Work by (c)2015 by Wendy Carey" src="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/the-challenge-graphic-novel-teaser-color-art-work-by-c2015-by-wendy-carey.jpg?w=625" width="625" height="433"></a><i><b>GRAPHIC ARTWORK</b></i> – © 2015 by Wendy Carey</div> <hr> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: teal"><b>AUTHOR BIO</b></span></h2> <div style="text-align: center"><a href="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/mornings-journey-author-photo.jpg"><img class="alignleft wp-image-11882" alt="Mornings Journey - Author Photo" src="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/mornings-journey-author-photo.jpg?w=625" width="214" height="320"></a> </div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, Great Pyrenees goat guards, and assorted wildlife. People and creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins—the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-twentieth century—seem to be sticking around for a while yet.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">Kim is a Seattle native and a direct descendant of twentieth-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim’s novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband’s ancestor, the seventh-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon’s Dove Chronicles, and other novels clamoring for attention. 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border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZpaN16WQnP4/Vi3a4LupzzI/AAAAAAAAS1w/EDOGjVz2J6Y/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="329" align="left" height="484"></a><b>Bash, Volume I</b> <p><b>Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club </b> <p><b>Book Three</b> <p><b>Candace Blevins</b> <p>Genre: Motorcycle Club, <p>Paranormal Romance, BDSM <p>Publisher: Excessica <p>Date of Publication: October 16, 2015 <p>Number of pages: 425 <p>Word Count: 63,000 <p>Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone <p>Book Description: <p><i>What do you get when you mix a bad-ass werewolf biker with a beautiful she-wolf who grew up as the MC President’s daughter? </i> <p><i></i> <p><i>Sparks. </i> <p><i>Book one of the Bash trilogy…</i> <p>Angelica was raised not only as a biker’s daughter, but as Bud’s daughter — the president of the Atlanta RTMC, which meant she also had dozens of ‘uncles’ who made sure she was safe, happy, loved, secure. <p>Needless to say, her virginity was still solidly intact when she left for college. <p>She goes to school up north, where no one knows she’s a biker’s daughter at heart, and thoroughly enjoys her time as a civilian. She gets rid of her pesky virginity right away, but is mostly a good girl while she buckles down to get her degree, staying at school even during the summers to take as many classes as she can fit in. <p>She’s a different person when she comes home with her Master’s degree, and in spite of her intention to remain a civilian, some of the bikers don’t seem so much like uncles, anymore. <p>Warning: Lots of hot sex, a touch of BDSM, and an abundance of bad-ass werewolf bikers who are used to getting their way. <p>This is book one of a three book story. There’s a tiny cliffhanger at the end, but only three weeks until book two releases. <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--DQAdZEXx4c/Vi3a7h6VepI/AAAAAAAAS14/nRyJXZ7WasA/s1600-h/clip_image006_thumb%25255B2%25255D%25255B2%25255D.png"><img title="clip_image006_thumb[2]" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image006_thumb[2]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TAgr8_V4zcE/Vi3bAactbxI/AAAAAAAAS2A/vKUwBsrPIdE/clip_image006_thumb%25255B2%25255D_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="255" height="266"></a> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jLa-L0Nm1KA/Vi3bCMDn28I/AAAAAAAAS2I/JYafqEI-aJA/s1600-h/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="Excerpt_thumb[1]" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Excerpt_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kOBmZmT1_hU/Vi3bD34QOMI/AAAAAAAAS2Q/0rPfDMseCZQ/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="324" height="75"></a></b> <p><i>Chapter Two</i> <p><i></i> <p><i>Eight years ago</i> <p><i></i> <p><i>Angelica</i> <p>Kayla met me in the bathroom after last period, and watched as I changed out of my super tiny mini-skirt into jeans. God, if my dad saw me in this skirt he’d have an aneurism. <p>“I can’t believe you lost Brain. God, Ang, he’s the best biker-bitch you’ve had yet.” <p>Speaking of aneurisms, my dad nearly had one when he found out Kayla called me Ang. He calls me Angel, but says no one else is allowed to shorten my name. One of the reasons I love Kayla is she isn’t afraid of my dad, or any of the other bikers, and she just kept calling me what she wanted. <p>I shrugged as I buttoned my jeans and stowed the skirt in my backpack. “I got one of the new guys, I’ve only met him a couple of times. He looks like he’s pissed at the world, and I seriously doubt he’s going to be any fucking help at all with my calculus or chemistry homework.” <p>“He have a cool name?” she asked as we left the bathroom. <p>“Bash, and best I can tell, it isn’t ‘cause he’s bashful. And damn, the boy is beautiful.” And he’d be so fucking pissed if he knew I’d called him a boy. <p>“How you gonna break him in?” <p>I shook my head. “Haven’t decided. He’s actually kinda scary, even for one of my dad’s men. Also, I don’t think he’s that much older than us. I know when he first came, he couldn’t have even the prospect patch yet, ’cause he wasn’t old enough. They treated him like one, which had to suck, but he didn’t get his first patch until a few weeks ago, so I think he just turned eighteen.” <p>“You know his story?” <p>I shook my head. “He has a fucked up accent though. He isn’t from around here.” <p>Kayla showed the assistant principal the note from her mom saying she could ride home with me, and he waved us to the RTMC vehicle waiting in the car line. <p>I got into the front passenger seat and settled my backpack at my feet as I put my seatbelt on and told him, “Bash, meet Kayla. She’s my BFF and you’re her ride now, too. Not just mine.” <p>He breathed deep, and I assumed he’d just realized she’s human and not wolf, and I added, “We have a problem, you take care of her first, then me. I can handle myself a few minutes, but she isn’t a fighter. Get me?” <p>He pulled forward and glanced in his rear view mirror at Kayla before looking forward again. “My orders are to keep you safe, Princess.” <p>I sighed and leaned my head back, looking at the road instead of him. “Those are your orders from my dad. Thing is, I can make your life a living hell if I want, or I can help make this a cushy assignment until you get your patch. I’ve grown up in the club, I know the drill. When Kayla and I became best friends in the fourth grade, our dads had a talk. Their agreement was she’d come to the house, but never to the club, and there’d be no parties at our house when she’s over. She hasn’t been around ya’ll much at all. Her parents have met my prospect chauffeurs over the years, and they’re mostly chilled about it now, but they’ll need to meet you sometime this week.” <p>“Basically,” Kayla said from the backseat, “you’re our bitch now. You’re our ride when we need one, and you go get stuff we need, even if it’s tampons at two in the morning. You’ll carry our packages for us when we go shopping at the mall, and if we ask if our ass looks fat when we try on clothes, you’ll be honest and tell it to us straight from a guy’s perspective.” <p>“And not,” I added, my voice low and deep, “from my father’s viewpoint.” I held my wolf in, so I didn’t growl at him in front of Kayla. “I know you’re supposed to cock-block us, but I also know you can’t actually hurt any of the guys.” He held his hand up, thinking he could silence me, and I said, “Fuck you, asshole. I’ll talk when I fuckin’ want to.” <p>He pulled into a church parking lot, put the SUV into park, tossed his cellphone into the little compartment in the dash, and got out. <p>Bash might only be eighteen, but he wasn’t a boy. He paced like a caged animal and I realized he was on the edge. This wasn’t a wolf thing, though — it was something else. He moved with a lethal, fluid grace that set something inside me on fire, and I didn’t get out of the vehicle, knowing he’d smell it on me. <p>I’d had a crush on my prospect when I was twelve, and my dad had given me someone else and then hadn’t assigned anyone else who was my type, since. Brain had truly been like a big brother to me. I mean, I knew he was dangerous, all the men of the RTMC are, but to me, they mean safety. I’m their little sister, the president’s daughter, and they’ll all protect me with their life. <p>I instinctively knew Bash didn’t necessarily represent safety for me, though. <p>With his back to me, he said, “Out of the car, Princess. You and I need to have a talk without your friend hearing.” <p>My insides shook from the threat of violence in his voice, and I didn’t want to get out of the car. I reminded myself he couldn’t hurt me without risking my dad’s wrath, and felt my body chilling out. I couldn’t go outside smelling of fear — he’d eat me alive. <p>I heard him with my wolf hearing, but Kayla wouldn’t have a clue he’d spoken. I sighed and told her, “Stay here a sec. Maybe we pushed him too hard? I’m gonna go talk to him.” <p>“He’s kind of scary, Ang.” <p>“My dad wouldn’t have assigned someone who’d hurt us, Kayla. I’ll just go talk to him a second. It’ll be okay.” <p>As I got out of the car, I suddenly wasn’t so sure my dad wouldn’t have upped his game with my prospects. He and my mom had a huge argument last week, but she convinced him it was time he let me start double-dating with an early curfew. She’d successfully argued they had to let me take baby-steps and learn responsibility slowly, or I’d go wild when I went off to college without him around to supervise my every move. He’d finally agreed to it, but only if my prospect tagged along. It was more than I’d hoped for, but at the time I’d thought it’d be Brain. <p>As I got out, Bash said, “Leave your cellphone — and anything else with a battery — in the car.” <p>This was standard RTMC procedure when we wanted to make sure we weren’t recorded. Apparently, he was gonna say stuff my dad wouldn’t approve of. I tossed my phone onto the dashboard, turned the radio up a little, and told Kayla, “I’ll be back in a minute.” <p>I followed him off the parking lot pavement into grass, assuring myself all the while that my dad wouldn’t have sent someone likely to hurt me. Still, Bash was harsher than the other guys my dad had assigned me, and I needed to be careful with my strategy. As soon as I caught up to him, he said, “Here’s the way it’s gonna be, Princess. I may not be able to bash any of your boy-toys’ heads in with witnesses around, but that don’t mean I can’t do it later. You want ‘em to live? You make sure they stay on my good side. Nobody disrespects someone in the RTMC, not even a prospect.” His voice deepened, and I heard his wolf. “Second thing, is you may be under RTMC protection, but you’re a split tail, and that means you do what you’re told. You want me to show you respect? You show it to me. I’ll throw your words right back at ya — we can either get along, or not. I don’t give a flying fuck which you choose, Princess. You think you can make my life hell? You have no idea what I can do to yours.” <p>Yeah, this I could work with. I gave him a half smile and shrugged one shoulder. “Take a deep breath, Bash. You smell any fear comin’ off me?” <p>He took a whiff, shook his head, his eyes suddenly a touch uncertain. <p>“My dad stopped assigning me guys I could walk all over when I was about eight. He’s miscalculated a few times, though he quickly gave me someone new once he figured it out. So, I can’t boss you around — okay, I get it.” I offered my hand. “Truce?” <p>He shook his head. “No, Princess. No truce just yet. Let’s give it a couple of days, see where we stand then.” <p> <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a8fYtXExaTs/Vi3bFGttthI/AAAAAAAAS2Y/p37jh2aKkZ0/s1600-h/Character%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="Character" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Character" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4uFq-zZVHz0/Vi3bGskrj4I/AAAAAAAAS2g/9AoWwhLh9Ts/Character_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="424" height="40"></a> <p align="center">Character Name: Bash <p align="center">Character Bio: Sargent at Arms of the Chattanooga chapter of the Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club. <p align="center"><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xAHU6o9piDo/Vi3bI7hCcRI/AAAAAAAAS2o/qXIu3Ir73wk/s1600-h/Character%252520Interview%252520bash%252520on%252520bike%25255B3%25255D.png"><img title="Character Interview bash on bike" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Character Interview bash on bike" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LUB-bbaRs3c/Vi3bOo6bQBI/AAAAAAAAS2w/VTEqKnirTN0/Character%252520Interview%252520bash%252520on%252520bike_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="280" height="295"></a></b> <p align="center"><b>Why did you become a biker?</b> <p align="center">Because it’s what I am. Who I am. Sometimes the family you were born into isn’t your real family, but life goes on. As soon as I met my brothers, I knew they were my brothers. <p align="center"><b>How much of a rebel are you?</b> <p align="center">Is rebel the right word? Most people call us outlaws, but really we just have our own laws. A hundred years ago it was acceptable to beat the shit out of someone you saw hit a woman, and you could shoot a man who stole your horse. The law says you can’t shoot someone for stealing your car or your bike now, and it’s apparently never okay to beat someone up anymore. Why is that? <p align="center"><b>What is your biggest secret, something no one knows about?</b> <p align="center">I’m answering your questions because my President says we gotta work with the press to help out our big charity drive, but you can’t ask me bullshit questions, doll. <p align="center"><b>What is your relationship status? Can you answer that?</b> <p align="center">I don’t do relationships, but if you’re free later I wouldn’t mind taking <i>you</i> for a ride. <p align="center"><b>What’s your real name?</b> <p align="center">Bash, darlin’. My real name is Bash. I have a different legal name, but that isn’t relevant. <p align="center"><b>How did you get your nickname?</b> <p align="center">‘Cause I’m so bashful. <p align="center"><b>You have to be one of the <i>least</i> bashful people I’ve ever met. No offense intended.</b> <p align="center">None taken, doll. We have a huge giant of a man named Tiny, too. <p align="center"><b>You know what the rumors are, right? That it’s because you bash people’s heads in?</b> <p align="center">I’ve heard the rumors. <p align="center"><b>So, you’re saying the rumors aren’t true?</b> <p align="center">I’m sayin’ I’ve heard the rumors. <p align="center"><b>What are you most afraid of?</b> <p align="center">Why don’t you stop asking the questions on your cute little tablet and come up with some real questions, darlin’. <p align="center"><b>I thought your president told you to answer my questions?</b> <p align="center">He didn’t say I had to answer the stupid ones, mostly because there’s nothing he could do to make me answer bullshit questions. <p align="center"><b>You don’t have to do what he says?</b> <p align="center">We function as a democracy, doll. The club votes on important stuff, the president just leads the meetings. We usually do as he asks on the small stuff, but if we don’t want to, we tell him our reasoning and then work it out for the good of the club. <p align="center"><b>How can the public help with your charity drive?</b> <p align="center">We have two projects going right now. We’re working with Bevering Construction to build a few handicap accessible houses for returning veterans, and folks who want to help are welcome to contribute funds or volunteer their time to help build the houses. We’re also restocking the local Women and Children’s Shelters with toys and art supplies, and I believe Duke gave you the list of participating stores where you can purchase the items and donate at the same time. We’re accepting donations at our restaurant, too, and you get twenty-five percent off your bill if you donate a newly purchased item. <p align="center"><b>I have the picture here — of you on your bike — to run with the article. You have to know our readers are going to want to know more about you, personally. I don’t want to get accused of asking bullshit questions again, so what will you answer? What will you tell us about yourself?</b> <p align="center">I’m a mechanic. I take bikes apart and put them back together so they run better. I also enjoy restoring classic cars to their former glory. I like to ride my bike, and the offer still stands to take you for a ride later, doll. <p align="center"><b>Let’s stick to the interview, for now. I note your boots, jeans, and leather vest, as well as all the big rings on your fingers. How would you describe your sense of fashion?</b> <p align="center">Sense of fashion? You’re back to the questions on your tablet, aren’t you? I ride a bike. I’m in an MC. 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She lives with her husband of 17 years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming. <p>Candace writes BDSM Romance, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, and is currently writing a kick-ass Motorcycle Club series. <p>Her Safeword Series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. 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Oliva @writermama<p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mnxhatjKZ30/Vi3YNHpz4gI/AAAAAAAASzU/q-mx0swySo8/s1600-h/Season%252520of%252520the%252520Witch%252520Banner%252520851%252520x%252520315_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.png"><img title="Season of the Witch Banner 851 x 315_thumb[1]" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Season of the Witch Banner 851 x 315_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ALs5LSh5xRA/Vi3YSDPnHMI/AAAAAAAASzc/1AlXlHM0zzA/Season%252520of%252520the%252520Witch%252520Banner%252520851%252520x%252520315_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="644" height="241"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3ma7AFxHCTA/Vi3YTYOH1JI/AAAAAAAASzk/oUxhocB2mAM/s1600-h/book%252520blast_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="book blast_thumb[1]" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="book blast_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uPbkxyRYCJU/Vi3YUzzuf0I/AAAAAAAASzs/JdwWXjPXdUU/book%252520blast_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="399" height="75"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JJOC_tqgtsQ/Vi3YV-CNs3I/AAAAAAAASz0/vqGYTGfSdj4/s1600-h/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image002_thumb[1]" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jvywFad3Cjo/Vi3YZKG2KbI/AAAAAAAASz8/QMpJNvGuLg0/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="328" align="left" height="484"></a><b>Season Of The Witch</b> <p><b>Shades Below</b> <p><b>Book 1.5</b> <p><b>L.J.K. Oliva</b> <p>Genre: urban fantasy/paranormal romance <p>Date of Publication: Oct. 1, 2015 <p>Word Count: 99,733 <p>Cover Artist: Amy Mateyka <p>Book Description: <p>Something wicked this way comes...well, more wicked than usual. <p>Georgia Clare needs help, and fast. As the lone survivor of—and witness to—her coven's brutal massacre, she's felt the killer hunting her. There's just one problem: the rest of San Francisco's witching community wants nothing to do with her, and the one man she can turn to doesn't do witches. <p>Darius deCompostela has done his best to steer clear of subversive affairs. A private investigator and reluctant medium, the last thing he wants is to advertise his existence to the things that go bump in the night. But then Georgia knocks on his door, and try as he might, he can't turn her away. <p>It's just one case, after all. It's not like it's going to change his life… <p><b>Add it on <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25078491-season-of-the-witch">Goodreads</a></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-T75UAgV0Feo/Vi3YaUErHrI/AAAAAAAAS0E/A4x4uYNpneQ/s1600-h/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="Excerpt_thumb[1]" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Excerpt_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Xb_mssuCLQ0/Vi3YbkMF2gI/AAAAAAAAS0M/y67nQYxepLA/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="324" height="75"></a></b> <p>It was her third night in a row of frozen pasta for dinner. Not that she was counting. <p>Georgia popped the top off yet another bottle of Corona and took a long draw. She leaned back against the counter. The microwave hummed behind her. She glanced over her shoulder at the digital clock on the unused stove. Sighed. <p>Nearly six o'clock, and still no sign of deCompostela. The pang of disappointment in her chest chafed at her pride. She should have known better than to believe he would stop by. He'd already made it abundantly clear he thought she was out of her mind. <p>Truth be told, the possibility had occurred to her. It had been a week since the new moon, and she hadn't seen hide nor hair of...it. Whatever it was. If not for the lingering scent of blood in her nostrils, she could almost believe she'd hallucinated the whole thing. <p>The microwave beeped. Georgia took one last drag of beer, then set her bottle down next to the two that had preceded it and opened the door. Fragrant steam rushed out; a heady blend of tomato, basil, and MSG. <p>Georgia reached in and grabbed the microwaveable plastic bowl, hissed and yanked her hand back again. She scanned the kitchen for something she could use as a potholder. Finally, she settled on a bunched-up paper towel. <p>The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as she pulled out the pasta bowl. Georgia tensed, turned... <p>...Just in time to see her living room window explode inward in a hail of glass. She let out a startled shriek. A massive, dark creature suddenly occupied the space where her coffee table used to sit. <p>Everything else seemed to happen in slow-motion. The creature straightened, shaking shards of glass off its dull black fur. Its ears twitched towards her. Its lips peeled back from its razor-sharp teeth. <p>Georgia's chest seized. Recognition slammed through her. The creature snarled. Any lingering doubts she'd been harboring instantly evaporated. <p>It was here. <p>Georgia blindly hurled her steaming pasta bowl in the direction of the living room and bolted from the kitchen. She looked over in time to see it connect with a loud splat squarely between the intruder's eyes. The creature howled and clawed desperately at its face. <p>Georgia didn't wait for it to recover. Her altar. If she could just get to her altar, she could banish the ugly fucker and buy herself some time. <p>The creature was planted in the dead center of the straightest path across the living room. Georgia veered wide. She had almost cleared the front door when it flew open in a barrage of splinters. Someone barreled into her. They both sprawled to the ground. <p>The new intruder landed on top. Georgia hissed, bucked, clawed at anything she could reach. Her mystery assailant scrambled off her. <p>"Jesus Christ, would you calm down, you crazy—what the f*ck?" <p>deCompostela. Georgia didn't let herself pause to feel relief. She rolled to her feet, grabbed his hand and dragged him after her. They dove behind her sagging couch just as the creature regained its bearings. It threw back its head and let out a roar that shook her remaining windows. <p>Darius sniffed. "Is that tomato sauce?" <p>Georgia didn't answer. Her focus was squarely on her altar again. It was still too far away. "Wait here." <p>"What—" <p>She leaped to her feet. The creature's eyes locked on her. Georgia swallowed the terror that welled in her chest and sprinted for the altar. She skidded to the floor in front of it like a baseball player sliding into home, yanked open one of the drawers and fumbled for the first items that came to mind. <p>The creature roared again. A blast of superheated air hit the back of her neck. Georgia braced for the feel of teeth around her throat. <p>"Right here, ugly!" <p>She turned in time to see Darius' massive fist catch the creature square in the nose. The creature yelped, then retaliated with a swipe of an even-more-massive paw. The blow swept Darius clear off his feet. He flew backwards and hit the wall with a dull crunch, then sagged to the ground with a wheeze. Flecks of paint and drywall fluttered to the floor around him. <p>But he'd bought her the time she needed. Georgia held up her black candle and flicked her Bic lighter to life. She touched the flame to the wick. The creature's eyes widened. <p>"Black, the color of protection. Black, the color of night." <p>The creature snarled. Darius heaved himself to his feet and surged forward. He wrapped his arms around the creature's hind legs and held tight. <p>"Black, the color of silence. Black, the color of stillness." <p>The creature swiped at Darius again. Its paw caught empty air where his head had been just seconds earlier. It tried to move. Darius' arms visibly tightened. Muscles bunched under his suit jacket. <p>"With black I banish thee. With will I banish thee." Georgia poured intent into her words. Her voice grew heavier, fuller. "Return to the night. Return to the silence. Return to the stillness. Be gone from this place." <p>The creature let out a strange yelp-hiss as invisible forces compelled it to obey. Darius released it and scrambled backwards. <p>Georgia lifted her chin. Magic crackled through her veins, tinged her vision black. "Be gone from this place," she repeated. "With black and with will, by my power and by the power of the Lady, I banish thee. So mote it be." She blew out the candle. <p>The creature vanished in a swirl of acrid black smoke. Its final, infuriated roar echoed through the small apartment. <p>Georgia finally allowed herself to breathe again. For the first time, she realized she was coated in a fine film of glass and wood slivers. She reached up to dust herself off, at the last minute thought better of it. <p>Instead, she turned to Darius. He had hauled himself onto her sad excuse of a sofa. His hands were planted on his knees. He stared at the spot where the creature had last stood. <p>Georgia crossed her arms and cleared her throat. She waited until he looked up at her, then arched an eyebrow. "So. Do you believe me now?" <p> <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AMb7Pyo8TUQ/Vi3Yc-TrfhI/AAAAAAAAS0U/C1CJ1IXPV6U/s1600-h/Author%252520Interview%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="Author Interview" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Author Interview" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gjSBXPcSql4/Vi3YeIqW0OI/AAAAAAAAS0c/51FaqPw5VJs/Author%252520Interview_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></a> <p align="center"><strong>Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?</strong> <p align="center">While I've always enjoyed writing, I never expected to be a writer. When I was younger, it was just something I did to amuse myself and the select few friends I allowed to read my work. I probably should have seen it coming, though, because I really didn't have any other career aspirations. I knew I wanted to do something where I wouldn't get bored, where I could let my geek flag fly and live an interesting life, but I had no idea what that might be. <p align="center"><strong>Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?</strong> <p align="center">In addition to writing, I'm also a stay-at-home mom to a young son. Believe me, that's a job. <p align="center"><strong>What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?</strong> <p align="center">My latest book is the first companion novel in my urban fantasy series, Shades Below, and is called <i>Season Of The Witch</i>. In 20 words or less: a desperate witch approaches a private investigator/reluctant medium for help investigating her coven's murder. Hijinks and sexy times ensue. <p align="center"><strong>Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?</strong> <p align="center">I self-publish (go, indies!). <p align="center"><strong>How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?</strong> <p align="center">It depends on the book. For the most part, I've whittled my complete turnaround down to about 5 months, however, <i>Season Of The Witch</i> ended up taking about 8. For one thing, it was twice as long as anything I've ever written before. Also, the story took a turn I wasn't expecting about halfway through the book, so I had to completely recalibrate. I think the end result was totally worth it, but it made things a little stressful at the time. <p align="center"><strong>What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?</strong> <p align="center">I'll be continuing with my Shades Below series well into the foreseeable future. I'm introducing new characters, new monsters, and new twists, as well as revisiting the characters from Book 1 (<i>A World Apart</i>), Lena and MacMillian. I'm really excited for where things are headed! <p align="center"><strong>What genre would you place your books into?</strong> <p align="center">These books are in solid urban fantasy territory, but they do have a streak of paranormal romance running through them as well. ;-) <p align="center"><strong>What made you decide to write that genre of book?</strong> <p align="center">My favorite books over the last few years have overwhelmingly been urban fantasy. I've also grown really passionate about mythology, monster lore, and various religious traditions. I find the stories we've told ourselves throughout our history incredibly fascinating, and bits and pieces of them definitely show up in my books. <p align="center"><strong>Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?</strong> <p align="center">That's a bit like asking a parent who their favorite child is, but if I had to choose, my favorite character is probably Jesper MacMillian. He's a transfemoral amputee (translation: his right leg has been amputated above the knee), and he's trying to relearn how to live his life. At the same time, he has been thrust into a leadership position in his community that he doesn't want and isn't prepared for. <p align="center">Also, he handles the subversive world the way I would like to think I would: with healthy skepticism, but also a realistic acceptance that the world is a big and strange place, and it's perfectly conceivable that he might not know everything that goes on in it. <p align="center"><strong>Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?</strong> <p align="center">With a four-year-old running around, I don't really have the luxury of a set routine. I make coffee (pretty much my only non-negotiable habit), plant my butt where I can see if my son's about to knock over the TV, then try like hell not to get too distracted by the Internet. <p align="center"><strong>Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?</strong> <p align="center">I do. I know everyone says you're not supposed to, but I TOTALLY DO. My books don't have a whole lot of reviews yet, so it's not too ridiculous (or so I tell myself). I never respond - even to say thanks - but I love hearing what people think of my books. <p align="center">I'm convinced reading my reviews has also improved my writing. I've gleaned some great insights about my strengths and weaknesses as a writer by paying attention to what people say about my work. Plus, hearing directly from readers just what they liked (and didn't like!) about my books helps me craft books that people are likely to find appealing in the future. It's like my own little form of market research. <p align="center"><strong>Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?</strong> <p align="center">I usually choose a title first. Full disclosure: I already have the entire Shades Below series titled, mapped, and plotted. I'm crazy like that. <p align="center"><strong>Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?</strong> <p align="center">While I would love to think I have that much control over my characters, truthfully, I don't really decide anything. The voices in my head pretty much drive the bus, and I run along behind, cleaning things up as we go. <p align="center"><strong>Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?</strong> <p align="center">Depends on what I want the book for. I love eBooks for my pleasure-reading material; I can take an almost unlimited number of books with me wherever I go. For research material, however, nothing beats curling up in one of my office armchairs with a good hardback. <p align="center"><strong>What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?</strong> <p align="center">Ooo, that's such a mean question, haha! I definitely don't have just one favorite book. My recent favorites are Karen Marie Moning's Fever series, Stacia Kane's Downside Ghosts series, and <i>Uprooted</i>, by Naomi Novik. I cycle between them constantly. <p align="center"><strong>Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?</strong> <p align="center">I think it depends on the book. If a book is very visual and fast-paced with a linear plotline, I think transfers can totally work. It seems like the books that don't transfer well are books that take place mostly inside the characters' thoughts. It can be the most brilliant book in the world, but you can't have a movie where the actors just stand around thinking at each other for 67-or-so minutes. <p align="center">Favorite book-to-movie transfer? The Lord of the Rings series, hands-down. While they left a lot out of the movie that was in the books, the end result ended up being very true to the overall tone of the books, and the characters and storyline just sparkled. <p align="center">Least favorite? Exodus: Gods and Kings. Seriously. What even the f*ck. <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite food is?</strong> <p align="center">Chilled shrimp cocktail, served with a good, spicy horseradish cocktail sauce and a squeeze of lemon. I could eat that stuff for DAYS. <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite singer/group is?</strong> <p align="center">IMPOSSIBLE QUESTION! In general terms, I love classic rock, indie rock, mullet rock, and the blues. <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite color is?</strong> <p align="center">Blood red. <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite Author is?</strong> <p align="center">It's a tie between Karen Marie Moning and Stacia Kane. <p align="center"> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_aGpARDl3l8/Vi3YfDGuBWI/AAAAAAAAS0k/Tws3mzTHckE/s1600-h/About%252520the%252520author_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="About the author_thumb[1]" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="About the author_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ugWGgQa-Kuk/Vi3YgtEMquI/AAAAAAAAS0s/xFiNBpjPQfo/About%252520the%252520author_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="440" height="55"></a> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cFqY2WOBDfo/Vi3YhoTfjJI/AAAAAAAAS00/HtKj_UTLO6k/s1600-h/clip_image004_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image004_thumb" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004_thumb" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vylNoyt8_DQ/Vi3YjaHF8ZI/AAAAAAAAS08/tnYLtuatQ4Y/clip_image004_thumb_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="148" align="right" height="193"></a> <p>L.J.K. Oliva is the devil-may-care alter-ego of noir romance novelist Laura Oliva. She likes her whiskey strong, her chocolate dark, and her steak bloody. 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For two centuries, she has cursed the French duke who gave her his blood and then disappeared forever. Today, this sexy vampire is a bartender living in San Francisco. And Frankie has been granted the chance to go back in time…to kill the man who made her what she is. But becoming “Françoise” again means losing all memory of the risk Henri poses to her future…and her heart.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: center"><b> </b><b>Seduced by Danger</b></div> <div style="text-align: center"><b></b></div> <div style="text-align: justify">France, 1794. The Reign of Terror is in full swing. From the first, Henri is an enigma, saving Françoise from an angry Parisian mob. Drawn to his seductive vitality, Françoise discovers there is much more to him than she once knew. Henri’s devotion to rescuing innocents from the guillotine is his sole passion—until he encounters Françoise’s intoxicating blend of innocence and experience. And as their attraction explodes into dangerous desire, the only way to save each other may be to sacrifice their timeless love…</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">“Superb writing…and intricate characterization make each novel by Ms. Squires and absolute winner.” —<i>Romantic Times BOOKreviews</i></div> <hr> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #33cccc"><b>BUY & TBR LINKS</b></span></h2> <div style="text-align: center"><a href="http://amzn.com/B015QOF9IC" target="_blank">AMAZON KINDLE US</a> <a href="http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B015QOF9IC" target="_blank">AMAZON KINDLE CA </a><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B015QOF9IC" target="_blank">AMAZON KINDLE UK</a><a href="https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/time-for-eternity/id1042754357?mt=11" target="_blank">iTUNES</a></div> <hr> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #33cccc"><b>EXCERPT</b></span></h2> <blockquote> <div style="text-align: justify">She drifted closer to the edge of the crowd, drawn by him. She must harden her heart to match his, and commit a sin in the eyes of God and man. He would lose a few months of living. She would live again.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">“What have we here?” he murmured. She heard him clearly with the vampire hearing he had bequeathed her. The curve of his lip was all insouciant condescension. He strolled forward, surveying the mob. </div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">“Monsieur, surely you will help us!”</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">Frankie turned at the sound of her own voice. She gasped. There she stood, the she who had been, Françoise Suchet, not Frankie, her face a mask of innocence in distress, a gendarme holding each elbow. It was a face Frankie still saw in the mirror each day, streaked with soot her blond hair glowed copper in the red light of the flames licking out the windows above her. Frankie knew intellectually she hadn’t changed with all the years, but to know this face was not a mirror image but one that lived two hundred years ago shook her sanity. </div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">Françoise strained toward Henri in supplication. Foolish girl. The last thing she needed was Henri Foucault. That way lay vampirism.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">Then the young Françoise stilled. Her head turned slowly. Her eyes locked with Frankie’s and widened. </div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">Frankie couldn’t get her breath. Françoise seemed to grow nearer, even as the crowd behind her receded. Frankie dropped her bag, gasping, and bent over, grabbing her belly against the pain there. This was bad. Really bad. She should never have met herself. She felt like she was breaking up. A shriek escaped her. All thoes time travel books were right, she thought.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">And then she was hurtling toward Françoise. She felt herself disintegrating into a mist. Then nothing.</div></blockquote> <hr> <a style="margin-bottom: 1em; float: right; margin-left: 1em; clear: right" href="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/author-photo-susan-squires.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img class="alignright" border="0" alt="" src="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/author-photo-susan-squires.jpg" width="250" height="311"></a> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #f89f0c"><b><span style="color: #33cccc">AUTHOR BIO</span></b></span></h2> <div style="text-align: justify">Susan Squires is a New York Times bestselling author known for breaking the rules of romance writing. Whatever her time period, or subject, some element of the paranormal always creeps in. She has won multiple contests for published novels and reviewer's choice awards. Publisher's Weekly named Body Electric one of the year’s most influential mass market books and One with the Shadows a Best book of the Year. Time for Eternity, the first in the DaVinci time travel series, received a starred review from Publisher's Weekly.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: justify">Susan has a Masters in English literature from UCLA and once toiled as an executive for a Fortune 500 company. Now she lives at the beach in Southern California with her husband, Harry, a writer of supernatural thrillers, and two very active Belgian Sheepdogs, who like to help her write by putting their chins on the keyboarddddddddddddddddddddddd.</div> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #33cccc"><b>AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS</b></span></h2> <div style="text-align: center"><a href="http://www.susansquires.com/" target="_blank">WEBSITE</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSusanSquires" target="_blank">FACEBOOK</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/susansquires" target="_blank">TWITTER</a> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/164485.Susan_Squires">GOODREADS</a> <a href="http://amzn.to/1P0OlZH" target="_blank">AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE</a> <a href="http://mad.ly/signups/119110/join" target="_blank">MAILING LIST</a></div> <hr> <div style="text-align: center">This Event Was Organized & Hosted By: <a href="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/"><img class="aligncenter" alt="" src="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/33c16-mini2bbutton.jpg" width="148" height="148"></a></div> <div style="text-align: center"></div> authorkarenswarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414486754550732700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733997768645222495.post-16000713627057319492015-10-26T10:00:00.000+02:002015-10-26T10:00:03.246+02:00Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Dead of Night by Carlyle Labuschagne @CarlyleL<p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-q5mb1tw6pqk/Viy8i8ce7uI/AAAAAAAASwQ/Pqznw2in3Sw/s1600-h/Dead-of-the-Night-Banner-851-x-3153.png"><img title="Dead of the Night Banner 851 x 315" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Dead of the Night Banner 851 x 315" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-h0ldCW497fI/Viy8nnU6UiI/AAAAAAAASwY/dd_Ztjjngvs/Dead-of-the-Night-Banner-851-x-315_t.png?imgmax=800" width="644" height="241"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JWOLXqtCEUU/Viy8o6jkKTI/AAAAAAAASwg/0aO01xsSito/s1600-h/book-blast2.gif"><img title="book blast" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="book blast" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EV_FCxL4dlA/Viy8v-x2xBI/AAAAAAAASwo/MuSgX-YAmVI/book-blast_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="383" height="67"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EHG8lBQZ7PI/Viy80PdRPSI/AAAAAAAASww/CI2_ntdTwhQ/s1600-h/clip_image0024.png"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image002" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dv379dMCjtw/Viy87GGTSVI/AAAAAAAASw4/f0R5VJezMMY/clip_image002_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="352" align="left" height="484"></a><b>Dead of Night</b> <p><b>The Aftershock Series</b> <p><b>Book One</b> <p><b>Carlyle Labuschagne</b> <p>Genre: YA Dystopian <p>Publisher: Fire Quill Publishing <p>Date of Publication: September 21, 2015 <p>ISBN: 978-0-9946536-9-7 <p>Number of pages: 236 <p>Word Count: 72 000 <p>Cover Artist: Sandra Valente <p>Book Description: <p>In a dark and desolated After Earth, love still does exist, but the cost of bearing such a flaw is death.World War III has left Earth in utter turmoil. People’s beliefs are said to be the cause of the worldwide destruction. After The Clearing new laws are set about – to show certitude in anything besides the law is weak and chargeable as mutiny. To be illogical and have faith in religion is illegal, to be limitless is dangerous. And Illness is seen as a defect – all flaws that are inexcusable. <p>But to love is the greatest betrayal of all man kind. It is a fault the world has long forgotten and punishable by death, a fatal risk Aecker and Opel are fully prepared to take – because in love there is freedom. But how far can they push back before it claims their lives and of those they care about? <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iFqF4euqdto/Viy88dCOYqI/AAAAAAAASxA/JjuAX_gBK7I/s1600-h/clip_image0044.jpg"><img title="clip_image004" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image004" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KmdGTw8O1Ac/Viy8-EslJBI/AAAAAAAASxI/CL0JdG74oVo/clip_image004_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="304" height="484"></a><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9kaM4-Ol8ZM/Viy8_M733TI/AAAAAAAASxQ/OsuIhWcoDkU/s1600-h/Excerpt2.gif"><img title="Excerpt" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Excerpt" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EoOdyi-Otmo/Viy9A-gQNzI/AAAAAAAASxY/tMjzbl57Jog/Excerpt_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="308" height="67"></a><b></b> <p><b>CHAPTER ONE</b> <p><b>HEART ON FIRE</b> <p>HIS VOICE ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE VAST room. It’s a voice I feel I could know, one that is as familiar to me as his handsome face. When he moves, the bunk’s springs squeak like a little rodent that is desperate to scurry away. I don’t mean to stare—but those soft gorgeous lips and strong jaw, the warm smile that brings sparkle to his honey-colored eyes, carries forth a loud voice in my head, telling me this boy can be trusted. <p>Lingering beneath his gentle stare I can see something else, the embers of concern. They drown out the spark in his stare as he waits for my answer. <p>Why would he show me this consideration? I don’t know who this beautiful stranger is. <p>I look around, realizing that I don’t even know who I am. Or, if the blue cotton uniform I am wearing is even mine. I glance back down at the green tin cup I hold in my hands, and the sweet and salty aroma of corn soup fills my nostrils. <p>“Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice is calm, but the quickening thump of his pulse and the tight set in his jaw relays something else entirely. <p>He inches closer, beads of sweat darkening his dusty blond hair, giving away the secret he is trying so hard to hide. He is upset. Nervous. Maybe both. <p>Is he withholding something? <p>Unknowingly, my head tilts to the side, trying to figure out what happened to me, and who this perfect stranger might be. And why I think I might know him. The stabbing sensation in my head throbs with each breath I take, making it hard for me to think clearly. I feel wrapped up in a thick fog, and just beyond it lives some useable memory. <p>From across the room, I stare at dirty clothes disregarded near the burn shoot. They reek of vomit and old blood. Staring at the clothes, I can immediately tell they belong to a female. The material is new, stretchy, and cut for a slim, short figure. Quickly glancing down at my body, I assume they could be mine―those clothes most definitely hold clues as to who I really am. <p>My familiar stranger sits across from me on the bunk bed, his body turned slightly toward mine. My hand creeps up to my head wound, making me wince at the feel of the raw, painful flesh. At my obvious discomfort, he immediately moves closer, his breath warm and sweet as he leans in. His gentle fingers lift the hair from my forehead as he inspects the injury. “We need to get you to a doctor.” His voice comes out shaky, uncertainty tainting his beautiful tone. <p>“No.” I jerk away. The dregs of my warm soup spill over the rim of the cup, splashing onto my raw fingers and wrists. <p>He watches me carefully as I stare forcefully into his eyes. His hand suddenly moves away and then I feel it―pain. I pull back farther, even though I crave his touch. <p>“Sorry,” he mumbles, moving one seat over, his back resting on the gray, concrete wall beside the bunk. <p>“It hurts,” I say, confused as to what hurts more, the wound or the fact that I have no idea what is going on. “How long have I been out?” I ask him. <p>He shrugs. “Not more than two days.” <p>I sigh at his answer, one that comes from somewhere deep and mournful inside me. As the feeling of loss wraps around me, it’s like a vice, squeezing tighter and tighter until I can’t breathe anymore. I close my eyes, attempting to block out whatever memory is making me feel so utterly terrified. <p>“It’s okay. He can’t hurt you anymore.” <p>I shake my head. “It’s not that.” <p>But, I must ask myself, who is ‘he’? Who is this brutal attacker I do not even remember? <p>Standing slowly, I place the soup cup on the wooden bench situated beside the metal-framed bed. As he looks up at me, I feel the sudden need to run far and fast and never look back. <p>“Thank you for your hospitality, but I-I must go.” I stumble over my words. <p>Moving too quickly, my head meets with the source of light above me. The light ebbs out for a second, and I pull in a sharp breath as pain shoots through me once again. Suddenly, I am terrified of the dark and feel myself reaching out for him. His forearm is soft, warm, strong, and alluring all at the same time. The fear that makes my pulse race alters slightly. I suddenly fear being trapped by an emotion I do not understand. Ruled by a feeling that is strong and fatal. I lose control of my thoughts. <p>He chuckles. “Where are you going to go in this storm?” <p>The light flickers back on. I look up as it continues to sway back and forth above us, searching the room for something, anything, yet I’m not sure what it might be. A feeling of anxiety washes over me. It’s so intense it spreads and enters my chest, as if a bald eagle has flown down to take my heart on gilded wings. The feeling to run tugs at me again. But when I look down, I notice I’m still gripping his arm. Instinct tells me that what I’m doing is wrong, that I should never be so close to a human. <p>“Sorry,” I apologize. When I release his forearm the golden color immediately returns to his flesh. <p>“It’s okay.” He smiles, invitingly. “Quite a grip you have there.” He keeps the grin, shaking out his hand as if I have stopped the blood from flowing through his veins. <p>I look away. “I can’t stay,” I announce, staring at the glimmer of light bouncing off the silver armlet wrapped tightly around my wrist―that shine, that glow, the entire piece is trying to remind me of something. <p>As he moves, the light brings out the blond streaks in his hair, and his shirt pulls tight around muscular pecks as he crosses his arms over his chest. He grins mockingly, and ever so slightly his feet shift toward me. <p>Nevertheless, I am aware of every single move he makes, like the way his eyelashes touch the top of his cheeks when he blinks, and how the corners of his eyes crease with the revelation of his gorgeous smile. His impeccable chest moves slowly as he breathes. His eyes hover on my face, making me shift uncomfortably. I don’t like the way he looks at me, it’s wrong. But I don’t know why I feel this way. All I know is that I don’t want to feel weak. <p>“What?” I ask sheepishly, suddenly feeling as if my dark, blue pantsuit has become transparent. Heat rushes to my face―an unexpected and unpleasant moment. <p>“You’ve been stalking me for weeks, and that’s all you have to say? You’re not even going to ask me my name? Or thank me for saving your life?” <p>It’s like an anchor falls, dropping me back to the depths of the uneven mattress. The squeak fades away as shock kicks me in the gut and allows me only one long, shuddering breath. <p>“I-I,” I falter. I have no recollection of my assault, or anything else that came before. <p>“What is it? What’s wrong?” he whispers, his charming voice now peppered with unease. “It’s me, you can tell me anything. You know that, right?” Sitting down, he keeps his distance, as if making sure that I do not feel I am prey to his predator. <p>“I’m not sure…I know anything.” My brows furrow, as my fingers tremble over the soft skin of my lips. The frigid cold forms goose bumps on my skin as I stare into the thick, dark, naked concrete walls of the bunker. I am just that. I am colorless and empty. I have no present. And the past has vanished. I am back in that tunnel in the dead of night, with no sense of anything other than the blackness and the loneliness reaching out for me, attempting to make my soul crumble into dust. <p>“I don’t remember,” I finally admit, the words bitter and brief on my tongue. <p>I wait for a while in the silence of the moment, hoping my inner animosity will dissolve, and that the fear will leave me alone so I can figure things out. What thought might trigger a memory? <p>Gingerly, he grabs my hand and turns it, flattening my palm against his hard chest. “Aecker. My name is Aecker. You don’t remember me at all?” <p>I shake my head. <p>His eyes are gentle, digging up unsettled feelings within me. But he is not really sad or bothered by my sudden memory loss. In fact, he seems almost relieved. <p>I stare at his long fingers as they wrap around my tiny wrist. The contrast between his tanned skin and my pale hand is strikingly beautiful. But the shiny, silver bracelet that takes up most of my forearm is what bothers me. I wish I knew what it meant. I feel my pulse ticking beneath his fingers, sense the beating of his heart through my palm. It’s slow and steady at first, but as time passes and as the silence mounts, the heat of our touch grows into a black hole, sucking me in to his endless gravity. I feel attached to him, as if my hand is melting right into his chest. I want to grab hold of his human heart and become one with it. I wish to wrap my hand around it and try to translate the language that’s making it move. We are suddenly tethered to each other in ways I cannot begin to fathom. <p>With my gaze shamefully glued to his chest, his heart rate increases. Strangely, this effect rubs off on me and I can feel the beat of my own heart increase to match his, causing a perfect symmetry between us. In slow motion, I watch his Adam’s apple move up and then down as he swallows nervously. My eyes affix to his luminous, ochre gems as they grow wider―the darkness of his pupils swallowing up the magic of his irises. <p>Abruptly, it all disappears, and I am aware of another presence in the room. Jerking my hand away, the feeling I now own is awkwardness, almost as if I have somehow been caught trespassing. <p>“Aecker, what are you doing?” a deep voice calls out. <p>“I can explain.” Aecker stands, the bed springs moaning at the release of his weight. <p>I stare up at yet another beautiful man, with similar eyes and square jaw. He places a device on the center table, and then his gaze falls on me. This tall man’s eyes widen. <p>“What happened?” He moves closer, lifting my hair from my face, his other hand―fingers unbelievably icy―grips my chin, raising my face to the light. <p>“I couldn’t leave her…” Aecker begins. <p>“Who did this to you?” the man asks, sitting me down beside him, allowing the creaks and groans of the mattress to once again spring to life. <p>“She has no idea,” Aecker replies. It’s almost like his words filter right through me, and I feel like I am falling into a downward spiral, face first, swirling into the void where the forgotten stray. <p>It’s all sitting wrong with me; my sudden memory loss, and the fact that this boy known as Aecker called me a stalker. But the most disturbing, are the feelings I just experienced between him and me. It felt sinful, but I couldn’t stop myself. So perhaps it was just as well the stranger interrupted when he did, or who knows what would have happened. <p>The tall man stands, clears his throat and asks me my name. From the corner of my eye, I see Aecker shaking his head. <p>“Do you have a name? Or shall I just call you ‘girl’?” <p>“No, sir.” I shake my head, too. <p>“Sir?” His head jerks in Aecker’s direction then back to me, as a look of confusion appears in his eyes. He takes a few steps back, like I’m infected with some horrific disease that he will do anything to protect himself from. “Do you remember anything at all?” <p>I continue to shake my head as if I were made of nothing but wires and conduits―something completely mechanical that is unable to think or feel, just follow orders. <p>“She must be a City Dweller.” His words are said with distaste, sounding like he wants nothing more than to spit on the floor at the mere thought of something as hideous as me infiltrating his life. <p>When he notices the bracelet around my wrist, his shoulders slump dramatically. Closing his eyes and pressing his long, dark lashes against tanned skin, he looks as if he is trying desperately to hold back something, yet impatience appears in his voice. <p>“She’s a Tracker. She must leave right now,” he states with finality, making me feel like I have successfully drowned in that black void where my forgotten memories live, where I will be washed away and swallowed up, never to be seen again. <p>“She does not look anything like a Tracker!” Aecker’s words are defensive. <p>“There are whispers of the new generation.” <p>“It doesn’t matter, Dyllian!” Aecker says passionately, moving closer and pushing the older boy away so that he is now standing between us. <p>“You know it does. You have to get rid of her. If they find her, if Cupola even catches one scent of this intruder and your involvement with her, you will be killed and I can’t do anything to stop it. Trackers bring nothing but death. You know that!” <p>Aecker moves even closer to me, his hands come to rest on my shoulders as he stares into my eyes. “She’s nothing like them.” <p>“What is a Tracker?” My thoughts are finally voiced. <p>Dyllian steps back, resting an elbow against the wall. With the other hand, he pulls out a dirty old rag and wipes his face. “Trackers are soldiers, spies, assassins. They are here to kill any Inborns and infiltrate their hideouts. To bring violent death to Believers and make examples of their flaws.” <p>“Believers of what?” I interrupt again. <p>Dyllian’s eyes pin mine so strongly, I feel like a deer staring down an eager hunter’s arrow. <p>“Of anything.” <p>Aecker notices my distress, and I grip my hands together so they don’t see me shaking. Fear is a weakness. <p>“Like I said,” Aecker strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers, “You are not one of them.” <p>Despite his tender eyes holding mine, trying to offer comfort, his words still burn a hole through my chest. A deep and intense heat causes my heart to beat erratically, because I realize that he is looking at me like I am his only possession; his to protect until his very last breath. And this time, I don’t mind the way it makes me feel. <p>As Dyllian turns to study me, something alerts my brain that my small, dark world is about to be buried by this revelation, and the flicker of hope I saw in Aecker’s eyes just moments ago is about to be extinguished. I know why my heart feels as if it is on fire; I want to be his hope, but I don’t know how I possibly can be. If I am a Tracker, it will mean the death of something that is being born between us. I might not know who or what I am, but I know unequivocally that I don’t want to live without the promise of a future and a life beaming in Aecker’s eyes. <p>I like the way it makes me feel. <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Vv2vm2GMtu0/Viy9B1bGcWI/AAAAAAAASxg/pffWiM5r8zs/s1600-h/Character%25255B2%25255D.gif"><img title="Character" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Character" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-78lujg8qKjs/Viy9DsrDIiI/AAAAAAAASxo/lXEoIM1RGxI/Character_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="424" height="40"></a> <p align="center">Character Name: Aecker Halt <p align="center"><b>Character Bio:</b><b> </b> <p align="center">Aecker Halt is nineteen years old with dark blonde hair, beautiful lips and hazel brown eyes. He is one of <p align="center">three kids, Aurora being his twin sister who died in the bombings before the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War">war</a>. Dyllian is his older brother who holds status as General in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rebellion">rebellion</a> colony. Parents are said to have died during the rebellion split off from The Gate after WWIII. <p align="center">Aecker has a special gift no one is aware of, he has a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sixth_sense">6th sense</a> for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Technology">technological</a> devices. When near technology his taste and feel senses are highlighted, and he can call out what device they are dealing with just by the strange taste or feel that comes over him. <p align="center"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobby">Hobbies</a> include, reading accrual books, collecting and hiding actual books. Takes care of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orphan">orphaned</a> wildlife. <p align="center"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skill">Skills</a>; hand to hand <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Combat">combat</a>, hunting war strategy. <p align="center">Dreamcast: <p align="center"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3432881/">Chord Overstreet</a> who has starred in productions like TV Series G lee has the right look, and certainly can pull off the attitude of Aecker. Id have Chord play male lead in this action packed dystopian novel where Aecker gives up his entire future for a girl he barely knows. And then hunter for his choices when it is dicoverd he has fallen in love with the enemy. <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0KxP0MUyRIM/Viy9EwmUlEI/AAAAAAAASxw/81ttgRC03z0/s1600-h/clip_image002%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image002" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="clip_image002" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CFIUnROjad4/Viy9GYpgS8I/AAAAAAAASx4/Ys3iQFnL-6Y/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="237" height="327"></a></p> <p align="center"><b>Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?</b> <p align="center">Best qualities, he never gives up! Spirited and strong willed. Passionate and intense. <p align="center">Worst – he never gives up! Might be a tad too rebellious and makes rash decisions. <p align="center"><b></b> <p align="center"><b>What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?</b> <p align="center">Wow that’s a really tough question I think everyone who has followed me during this amazing journey knows how passionate and big hearted I am. <p align="center"><b>What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?</b> <p align="center">LOL. Well there are none of those kinds of secrets I keep. I don’t like to keep secrets, they break me down. But I can share this quirk – I can only park my car from the right hand side :D <p align="center"><b>What are you most afraid of?</b> <p align="center">Violence. I am scared of dying a violent death or for those around me to be exposed to violence. It’s such a terrible thought that it keeps me up most nights. Unfortunately living in South Africa Johannesburg that threat is a very real thing, a threat that is a reality that can come down on anyone at any time. But I won’t let that crush my spirit, I still believe in my country and see all the beauty it still holds. <p align="center"><b></b> <p align="center"><b>What do you want more than anything?</b> <p align="center">To know that my children will have a splendid live filled with endless possibilities and perhaps traveling the world and experiencing everything, well not everything that would be impossible given one life time, but that I could explore with my family. <p align="center"><b>What is your relationship status?</b> <p align="center">I am married to my high school sweetheart. <p align="center"><b>How would you describe your sense of fashion?</b> <p align="center">Oh I looooooove fashion and am totally addicted to beautiful trends. I find it liberating and part of my ‘colorful’ personality. It’s empowering to look good. <p align="center"><b>How much of a rebel are you?</b> <p align="center">Total, okay well total would be overkill as that would mean I rebel for the sake of being a rebel. I just like being different but not to the extent that it means sacrificing my dignity. I fifth for what I love and believe in and am not afraid to make a statement. <p align="center"><b>What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?</b> <p align="center">My life as it stands now. I have done and seen things I never thought I would ever, but believed I would be great, do great things and live with greatness and so far I have, and in doing things that seemed only to be a dream is an achievement for me. I have tried and tested and grown in more ways that I ever thought possible. I have lived :D <p align="center"><b>What is your idea of happiness?</b> <p align="center">How I feel inside. To be happy with me and what I give others and bring to others – if it’s something I don’t regret and feel good about – that is happiness. <p align="center"><b>What is your current state of mind?</b> <p align="center">HAPPY AND CONFIDENT. <p align="center"><b>What is your most treasured possession?</b> <p align="center">Besides my laptop – my family! So you know – family comes first then my laptop and my pool – I love my pool!!! I would die if I were not able to swim. <p align="center"><b>What is your most marked characteristic?</b> <p align="center">Big hearted. That’s what I have heard anyway. <p align="center"><b>What is it that you, most dislike?</b> <p align="center">Lying. Lying and pollution. I can’t stand pollution, it’s a rotten poison… don’t get me started we might end up not leaving here today….. <p align="center"><b>Which living person do you, most despise?</b> <p align="center">None! I lie – our government. They can do just what they want, steal, lie, cheat amongst other things and get away with it too. <p align="center"><b>What is your greatest regret?</b> <p align="center">Not exercising enough. But that can still change. <p align="center"><b>What is the quality you most like in a man?</b> <p align="center">Strong willed and honorable. <p align="center"><b>What is the quality you most like in a woman?</b> <p align="center">Independence and sophistication. <p align="center"><b>Who is your favorite hero in fiction?</b> <p align="center">Edward from Twilight <p align="center"><b>Which living person do you most admire?</b> <p align="center">My mother, she’s hardworking and gives so much for everyone else. <p align="center"><b>If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?</b> <p align="center">Sleep less! <p align="center"><b>What is your motto?</b> <p align="center">Let love give you wings, don’t be crippled by fear. <p> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JSr6I0PG3FU/Viy9H-MQAeI/AAAAAAAASyA/Md2XZH3xdcQ/s1600-h/clip_image0064.jpg"><img title="clip_image006" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="clip_image006" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-w3mEe28GgvA/Viy9L4WTwaI/AAAAAAAASyI/U-_XnxO76rg/clip_image006_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="190"></a> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8jPXaJ09DJs/Viy9NPlcxmI/AAAAAAAASyQ/ebu1oVs-i6A/s1600-h/Giveaway2.gif"><img title="Giveaway" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Giveaway" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9jAspy7bYg0/Viy9OgVOaVI/AAAAAAAASyY/bQu_rEJKNkg/Giveaway_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="345" height="67"></a></p> <p align="center"><a id="rcwidget_n5lykszt" class="rcptr" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112ffc1184/" rel="nofollow" data-raflid="ba112ffc1184" data-theme="classic" data-template="">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6bDQTva30dQ/Viy9PnL14AI/AAAAAAAASyg/mwvTbb5RiEo/s1600-h/About-the-author2.gif"><img title="About the author" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="About the author" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BSCGqfrg_lc/Viy9RdZnKbI/AAAAAAAASyo/xm_WOW6bK3o/About-the-author_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="424" height="47"></a></p> <p>Calyle is an South African award wining author, with a flair for mixing genres and adding<a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Yp9yAAMthK0/Viy9SoHUz1I/AAAAAAAASyw/srx1l6f1Ou8/s1600-h/clip_image0083.jpg"><img title="clip_image008" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: right; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" hspace="12" alt="clip_image008" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YpU4XAKdHeo/Viy9UI3uDWI/AAAAAAAASy4/JDz8I9xs-t8/clip_image008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="157" align="right" height="193"></a> loads of drama to every story she creates. For now she is happy to take over the world and convert non Sci-fi believers. <p>Her goal as an author is to touch people's lives, and help others love their differences and one another by delivering strong messages of faith, love and hope within every outrageous world she writes about. <p>"I love to swim, fight for the trees, and am a food lover who is driven by my passion for life. I dream that one day my stories will change the lives of countless teenagers and have them obsess over the world literacy can offer them instead of worrying about fitting in. Never sacrifice who you are, its in the dark times that the light comes to life." <p>Carlyle used writing as a healing tool and that is why she started her very own writers support event - SAIR bookfestival. <p>"To be a helping hand for those who strive to become full times writers, editors, bloggers, readers and cover artists – it’s a crazy world out there you dont have to go it alone!" <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Carlyle-Labuschagne-189835811074342">https://www.facebook.com/Carlyle-Labuschagne-189835811074342</a> <p><a href="https://twitter.com/CarlyleL">https://twitter.com/CarlyleL</a> <p><a href="https://instagram.com/carlylelab/">https://instagram.com/carlylelab/</a> <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Carlyle-Labuschagne/e/B00CHZ2IWE/">http://www.amazon.com/Carlyle-Labuschagne/e/B00CHZ2IWE/</a> authorkarenswarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07414486754550732700noreply@blogger.com0