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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Dreams of a Wild Heart by @DanubeAdele

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clip_image002Dreams of a Wild Heart

The Dreamwalkers

Book Three

Danube Adele

Genre: Paranormal

Publisher: Carina Press

Date of Publication: 12/15/14

ISBN: 9781426899324


Number of pages: 325

Word Count: approx. 132,000

Book Description:

Dr. Cecilia—Ceci—Bradford at your service.

I dance, rock climb, and have mastered Mixed Martial Arts, because just being a twenty-six-year-old doctor isn't enough. It doesn't keep me from remembering the terrifying night my life changed, the night my true love died. I was nearly seventeen.

Life goes on, but the secret I keep is that I still talk to him in my dreams. That was getting me by until Tabron showed up—or, more specifically, until the six-foot-two brute of a Viking whisked me off to another planet because his leader is dying. And the joy didn't end there. I'm being forced to choose a mate. The Brausa are facing extinction.

Tabron has no need for a mate, himself, and he's told me as much. Multiple times. What he does have are hands and wicked lips that stir feelings I thought lost forever. Choosing him (just to play along until I can find a way home) seems to irk him and I find this surprisingly fun. But surviving a hidden conspiracy and the dangers of this alien place might be more difficult than I could ever imagine…

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There were vicious elbows being thrown, shoulder slams when the ref wasn’t looking and very questionable slide tackles that took out several players. Clearly, the other coach had taught his team to play dirty, but even so, no one could touch number twelve.

The tough-ass, hardcore soccer player wowing the crowd with trick moves and fierce determination was this cute little ten-year-old girl wearing a pink hair ribbon and sparkly pink cleats.

My heart ached a little as I watched her run. This was the kind of kid we would have had, Carlos and me. She was kicking butt and making no apologies, taking the hits, hitching the ball up at just the right moments, jumping over outstretched feet, fighting past the obstacles and punching through the attacks. This kid had guts and a will of steel. I would’ve loved to have a little girl just like her.

It was clear that the coach on the other team was about to have a coronary, his face tomato-red, his body heaving in start and stop sprints up and down the field while screaming at his team to Cover her! Cover her! She’s just a little girl! What’s your problem? You gonna let a girl beat you? He’d obviously expected his mostly boy team, with the few girls on the team being sat on the bench, to have a shutout. Wasn’t happening. The game was tied.

My grin was mocking. Served him right. Schadenfreude to the max.

My pink-cleated girl flashed by in a sudden breakaway move that had everyone jumping up from their chairs.

Her long legs tore down the field. She dribbled the ball left, then right, juked one player, then another. She broke through the group of defenders, to the gasping dismay of parents on the other side of the field, and raced full speed for the goal. No one could stop her. The group of ten-year-olds desperately chased her down the field amid the excited shouts of nerve-racked parents.

Oh my God! How did she do that? My own shout mixed in with everyone else’s as I clapped and hooted.

Go, Jolene! Go! Go! Go! her coach shouted. Don’t hesitate! Take it all the way! Go, go, go! He bounded after her along the sideline.

Damn it! Get ready, Colby! She’s coming! Stay on your toes! the opposing coach shouted.

Take the shot! Take the shot, Jolene! You’ve got this!

The goalie waited. He was a young, shaggy-haired blond boy with knees bent, legs quivering as he balanced on the balls of his feet to see which way the wind was going to blow. Sweating under the hot noon sun in the middle of a November heat wave, he could only watch as she drew back and blasted the ball. It flew low to the far corner. He dove for it. His gloved hands reached out to block.

Missed it by a mile. The net stopped the ball.

Hands cupped to my mouth, I shouted, Great job, number twelve! Way to get the job done!

Piercing whistles, excited shouts, and clapping came from my side of the field while teammates high-fived the girl. Pink-cheeked and glowing with pride, a satisfied grin split her cheeks. She accepted back slaps and trotted back to join the lineup in the middle of the field for the next kick-off. It wasn’t to come. The ref blew the whistle signaling the end of the game, and the little girl’s team cheered, excited to have won.

I’d want my little girl to be just like that. Just like that. The unbidden thought whispered wistfully across my mind once again, but I shook it away before it could cause any major damage. I wasn’t going to have kids, so it was pointless to ponder it. With a flush of self-consciousness, I glanced around, but no one was paying me any attention. I had to remind myself they couldn’t actually see me.

Hey there, Tiger.

Ahh. This was why I was here.

I smiled at my hated childhood nickname and responded as I was expected to. I spun around, gave him a good shove. Jerk. Don’t call me that.

Carlos laughed, not the least bit rocked by my actions, probably because I hadn’t actually been trying to hurt him. He was my forever best friend, confidante, first and only boyfriend, best...everything, and had been since day one. He pulled me in for a quick squeeze, where I burrowed my face into my favorite spot on his chest, before he leaned back to look down at me, dark eyes twinkling with mischief. His black hair had a stubborn lock that liked to droop over his forehead. I brushed it back for him. He definitely had a Benjamin Bratt thing going on.

He winked at me. The little girl reminds me of you.

Me? I studied the little girl, who was grouping up with her teammates to do a 2-4-6-8 chant in appreciation of the other team.

Carlos smiled. You were just like her at that age. Don’t you remember? Absolutely fearless.

Fearless? I scoffed, but he wasn’t kidding.

Seriously. Nothing kept you from trying whatever the hell you wanted to. Always confident, like you knew things were just supposed to work out for you. He paused. They usually did. You were a force to be reckoned with.

You make me sound like a superhero.

I’d meant it as a joke, but he furrowed his dark brows. You kind of were. You acted like nothing could stop you. It was always balls to the wall with you. I wanted to be like that. When we were growing up, you would piss me off and make me proud at the same time with the way you took risks. But of course, it always worked out and usually in a big way.

I gave him my smirky eyeroll. I think you’re exaggerating.

I don’t think I am. He shook his head for emphasis. You were always ready to not just win, but kick ass if anything got in your way.

Where was he going with this? He was being so uncharacteristically insistent. I gave him a covert, assessing look, like I would a patient who He looked the same as usual—handsome, friendly, gentle—but still, his attitude took the edge off the warm memories we were sharing, and I felt my grin sliding as he continued.

Don’t you remember? No one could keep up with you. You’d just get this look on your face, set your chin in a particular direction and anyone who got in your way would be toast. He pressed in a little, and I almost stepped back.

But this was Carlos. My Carlos. I shook the strange feeling off and chuckled at his description of me, trying to just enjoy the feeling of contentedness, warmth and love that I always felt when he came to my dreams. I cocked my head coquettishly and smiled. You managed to keep up with me.

By the skin of my teeth, and not even half the time. My ego suffered.

But you handled it.

He took a moment, studying my face. At the point when it started feeling weird again, his intense expression relaxed into a smile. The best I could. He tweaked a lock of my long, black hair. Calling you names and pulling your pigtails.

We were on track again. You’re going way back in time.

For some reason, I catch myself remembering lately. Times when we did our homework together. Times when we went riding our bikes around the neighborhood, scavenging whatever you were certain we needed for your next project or adventure. I remember calling you bruja.

My look was pointed. What about froggie and...something else. Tom, short for tomboy. I didn’t appreciate that, as I recall. I nudged his arm.

His laughter was immediate, filling the cold, sad places inside me with remembered warmth. I didn’t even mind when he shook his finger at me and announced, You deserved to be called froggie. I got in trouble because of you over that little episode. You told everyone it was my idea. My mom wouldn’t let me go out for a week after that stunt, and it was summer. Do you remember how much that sucked? You still owe me for that.

I tried to look outraged, but couldn’t keep from giggling. But itwas your idea to make a lily pad garden in the backyard with that blue, plastic kiddy pool.

Yeah, but my idea was to use make-believe frogs and grass and leaves from the yard. You were the one who insisted we walk over to Bailey Canyon and find actual lily pads and frogs.

I was doing my part to make it authentic.

He raised his eyebrows. Yeah, well, as I recall, the look on your mother’s face was one of authentic horror when the bucket tipped over on her beautiful hardwood floors and frogs were jumping everywhere.

I snickered. Everyone was suddenly jumping after the frogs. My mom, your mom, my dad, me, you, the was mad, chaos. Frogs everywhere. Even a few days later, we found frogs behind the furniture. Unfortunately, they were dead and resisted my valiant efforts to revive them, though I did, very appropriately, try CPR. I’d forgotten about that.

See? Like I’d proven his point. All of us moving to the beat of your drum. You were hardcore, this little girl with a larger-than-life point of view. Keeping up with you was a full-time job. You’re the only girl I ever let give me a black eye.

I shot him a snarky look. You didn’t “let” me do anything. I was tougher than you.

That new, thoughtful expression, the one I was starting to dislike, reemerged. Was it something I’d said? He searched my face for a quiet moment, then nodded, like he’d suddenly realized something.You’ve always been tough. You never needed...anyone. Not even me. You were sure of yourself. You helped me find that for myself. I want you to know I appreciate that.

I didn’t need him? Where was this coming from? It almost sounded like a goodbye. Silly. Where would he go? I brushed a prickle of fear away and managed a smirk. Good.

No really. I mean it.

The kids lined up on the field so they could shake hands with the opposing team.

He held out his hand. Walk with me?

Always. I clasped his hand and made the promise with a warm smile. It’s been too long. I’ve missed you so much. There was no one in my life who could take his place. Certainly not any of the guys I’d tried dating. Being on my own, having my medical career and these visits from Carlos, this was the best I could expect now. You used to come more often, and we could spend time together. Now you only come every other month or so, if that, and our time seems so much more limited. You barely give me the news that someone needs help, and then you’re gone. Why not more often?

He frowned for a moment, then squeezed my fingers gently. How are things?

I let it go. It wasn’t the time to push this. I never knew when he was going to get pulled away from me. So much has happened between the times when we meet that I can’t remember where I left off last time. My family is good. Your family is good.

How are the wicked seven?

I laughed at his description of my cousins. We’d all grown up together, more like siblings. We were all black-haired with the same shade of green eyes, inherited from our mothers and grandmother. This was where bruja had come from. Witch. When we were kids, Carlos had insisted that anyone with black hair and green eyes was a wicked witch, and he’d teased me with that unmercifully for years.

Everyone seems happy and satisfied within their own predictably dysfunctional world. Stephanie is close to being married, Cassie is likely on her way to her deathbed—according to her own self-diagnosis using WebsmartMD—and Amanda’s finished her credentialing to teach. She’s looking for a job now. Oh! Your brother went off to complete a sabbatical in some distant corner of the world where he could study the customs of some obscure native tribes. Not sure of the details. Your mom told me the last time I saw her, which was last week, I think, when we ran into each other at the grocery store.

His smile changed, sort of went heart deep and introspective. He looked down at the ground as though seeing the image within the square pattern blocks of cement. I’ve seen my brother. He’s happy. He’s going to be okay.

Leaving the park, we walked companionably through a suburban neighborhood, the kind you’d find at the beginning of a Steven Spielberg movie, like E.T. or Poltergeist or something like that. Kids were out playing in the street, adults gardened in fashionably strange, floppy-looking hats, and there was a sense of safety and peacefulness. Of course, if this were a Spielberg movie, in the next scene, the shit would hit the fan.

This was the nature of our relationship now. I never knew where we would end up when we dreamed together.

Carlos leaned into me affectionately with a light shoulder-to-shoulder bump. How’s the doctoring?

I love it. The energy of the trauma ward is like nothing else. It’s always go, go, go. Stay on your toes. Be alert. Take charge. Every day is something new. Someone comes in ready to die, and I can fix them, send them back to their loved ones. Every day, I can see the difference I make in the world. The feeling is amazing. Cars drove by, taking carloads of kids from the soccer field. A few days ago, I actually got to do a heart massage, which is unheard of in the ER

You had to pump a guy’s heart?His squinty-eyed wince said it all. There was a reason not everyone became a trauma surgeon. Carlos had never liked the sight of blood.

Yes. It was an amazing moment, having someone’s heart in my hand and pumping it to keep them alive.The remembered excitement of that day had my blood surging with renewed adrenaline, and the story tumbled out. This guy was brought in, barely breathing, and he goes into arrest on my table. So I’m going through the checklist wondering what the hell is wrong with him, right? He looks young and healthy. There was no other sign of major trauma, abdomen was soft, so I could tell he wasn’t bleeding internally, and because he was turning blue, it had to be something with respiration.

Remembering gave me that wired feeling again. Problem-solving at that level of intensity was the best kind of drug. I figured it must be some kind of pulmonary embolus, some kind of blockage between heart and lungs, which was the only thing making sense. We hit a point where even with heart compressions, we weren’t getting a pulse. By then, I’d called a cardiologist, and it was do-or-die. We decided we had to crack his chest and pump his heart manually, which got a pulse going long enough to get him to the OR, where he had an eight-hour surgery to remove some nasty blockage by his heart.

When I finished, Carlos had a funny smile on his face.

What? I asked. Did I lose you in there?

No, I managed to follow.

Why the smile?

You’re living your dreams. I’m proud of you. You kick ass, Ceci. You always have. You’re going to be okay.

Okay? I guess I was, but it seemed weird for him to say it, again like it was some kind of final proclamation. I could agree for the most part, that I was okay, living out some amazing career dreams. The silence stretched while I studied the handsome face I’d memorized long ago. It was a reminder some things were never going to happen. Not all of my dreams will be lived.

He shook his head before I could even finish my sentence. I wasn’t a dream. I get that now. We were just kids, Ceci. You have to know that.

What was this about? We had plans, Carlos, remember?

He shook his head impatiently. We made childish plans. What were you, sixteen? Seventeen?

They weren’t childish to me! I was counting on them. I worked my ass off to finish school early so we could go to college together. Remember? Get our degrees, get married... We’d talked about places we were going to visit together, things we wanted to do in life. Take time to travel, maybe go to Costa Rica.

His look turned stubborn. If you want to go to Costa Rica, you should go.

That was our plan! My irritation was turning to fear. We were going to be all bohemian, remember? You and me. Together. Why in the hell would I want to do that now?

He took a deep breath, but his eyes never left mine. You were counting on life happening. So was I. We don’t always get what we want.

I know it. Every day of my life I know it. I live it! My voice was rising, but I couldn’t help it. The horror of that day came back—the screams, the terror, the sobbing, the sound of the ambulance, the helplessness I swore I would never feel again, the blood so thick and warm, tacky, coating my hands, soaking into my jeans in that deep, deep red arterial color, the color of a deep bleed. There was nothing I could do, and all because of a stupid argument... My eyes burned with shame, but I fought back the moisture. Too hard to think about it.That was the worst day of my life. I’ll never forget.

You aren’t the only one that lost on that day. A surge of anger flared in his dark brown eyes. It faded quickly, but this time I knew I’d seen it.

What? What was that for?

What? He looked off toward the mountains with a neutral expression, not making eye contact.

The look on your face.

What look?

Cut it out. You know what I’m talking about. Stop playing dumb.For the first time ever, I felt a crack in the connection I shared with him. There was distance between us, like he was closed off to me. Like he was pulling away.

He tried giving me a quick smile, but it wasn’t a real one. I knew what his real smiles looked like, each kind he gave. This one didn’t touch his eyes at all. He gave my hand another quick squeeze and let out a sigh. I’m fine. I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Yeah, you do. I couldn’t help the sullen tone of my voice. That was a blow-off response if I’d ever heard one.

I’m here for a reason, remember? I don’t get much time to do what I need to do. I’ve got something to show you.

I know, I know. It’s always all business now.

Something was very wrong. There had never been a time when he hadn’t shared what was on his mind. It got my back up and the stubborn child inside of me decided to pout. If he didn’t want to tell me, then I didn’t want to know. He could sit and stew with it. Jerk. Except who knew when I’d see him again?

Yeah, fine. Show me. We’d turned a corner and hit a more rundown neighborhood. The houses had bars on the windows, grass grew in the cracked sidewalks, and fewer kids were out. A feeling of oppression seemed to cast a dark shadow over this neighborhood. It was enough to make me want to back the hell out and find that nice Spielberg neighborhood again.

Look. He gestured to the house in front of us. Somehow, it was even worse than the rest on the block. It was a puke green with falling-down shutters on the front window, a broken screen door that yawned crookedly, and grass so overgrown someone could hide a body in it. It was on a corner, slightly separated from the other homes.

Carlos turned his soulful eyes on me, and I knew it was going to be bad.

Tell me. I braced myself.

She lives here. Our little soccer player.

Irritation with Carlos forgotten, I looked back at the house. No way was that little girl on her way to pizza.

A woman’s scream split the air. A crash. A man’s voice yelling. Another crash. The sounds of violence erupted so suddenly my heart jump-started. A child’s cry bled through the walls punctuated with, No, no! Leave her alone! Don’t touch my mommy! No!

This was a nightmare. I looked to Carlos. What the hell?

There’s nothing you can do. They can’t see us.

The hell there isn’t. I sensed the girl’s desperation and felt a rush of panic. I tried to push through the gate, but I couldn’t grasp it. I had no substance. A frustrated growl came from my throat. I couldn’t even kick that damn fence.

Soon. He caught my arm and held my gaze.

Sudden intuition made me pause. She’ll be coming in?


That can only be bad. There was another sound of crashing, and then quiet weeping punctuated by low moans. To stand there and hear the ugliness was painful.

It’ll be bad, but you’ll take good care of her. The intensity was back on his face. And one day, she’s going to want to be a doctor just like you.

I accepted that responsibility with joy in my heart. Part of the girls-kick-ass club. Good.

What was she going to look like when she came in?

The worry fled as soon as it arrived. Carlos was fading on me, about to become one with the ether. He pulled me in for one more tight hug, and the pain of separation hit me as it always did when the blackness smothered us and pulled us apart.

Traveling back through the layers of consciousness, I wondered when I would be able to dream him again. The feel of him faded until I was alone, waking up with the early morning gray and a sense of loss that was always a part of me.

  Author Interview

Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

When I was a little girl, I first thought I was going to be a lawyer. I can remember being nine years old and saying this to anyone who asked, but the desire faded pretty quickly. Writing, telling stories, was something I’d always loved doing, but I never thought of it as something I could as a profession. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when I grew up until after I finished college.

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

I was insecure about calling myself a writer until I actually published Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalkers series. Even after that, I was hesitant. It felt presumptuous somehow. I know, it doesn’t make sense. Dreams of a Wild Heart is my third book, and I still tend to say I enjoy writing instead of saying I’m a writer. Maybe it’s because I have a day job I’ve done professionally for a lot longer.

How long did it take to get your first book published?

My husband was absolutely instrumental in helping me. Once I started writing my first novel, Quicksilver Dreams, you can imagine it took a lot of time away from my family. Writing is very much a solo sport. At times when I was frustrated, tired, ready to give it all up, my husband would remind me that I’d already taken so much time away from everyone, I needed to make sure the time away was meaningful. So, I would force myself to sit back down and write, which is what writers need to do. Total time to write and sell? About a year and a half.

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

Dreams of a Wild Heart is about a young female doctor from Earth who is kidnapped by a barbaric warrior from another planet in the hopes that she might be able to save his people.

Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?

Carina Press has published the first three books of my Dreamwalkers series, Quicksilver Dreams, Dark Summer Dreams, and now Dreams of a Wild Heart. It’s been a wonderful learning experience.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

My books have all averaged 132,000 words, so from start to finish, it’s taken me approximately five-six months for my second two books. They were the books that were written under contract, so I needed to adhere to deadlines and such. It was a much different writing experience than book 1. With my first book, I would write when I felt like it. No stress. Under contract, I needed to write whether or not I felt like it. It was a hard lesson to learn in what it means to write professionally.

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

The Dreamwalkers series has two more installments. If all goes well, my publisher will want to contract me for the last two stories. There’s a new series rattling around in my mind that will have paranormal pieces to it as well as a science fiction, dystopian romance that wants to be written. My inner world is rich with characters and story lines.

What genre would you place your books into?

My books are paranormal set in contemporary times.

What made you decide to write that genre of book?

The ideas that came to me tended to be out of this world. Literally. It was fun to see where my mind, the story and the characters would take me as I began this journey to another planet. I’ve always tended to enjoy imagining people being able to do extraordinary things. I remember being four and trying to fly with the wind on a day when the Santa Anas were blowing strongly. I wanted so badly to have magic powers of my own.

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

I love each of my characters the most when I’m working with them. It’s their voices I hear in my head when I’m trying to fall asleep, when I’m getting a shower, when I’m driving in my car… I sound crazy, don’t I?

How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?

I’ve enjoyed writing since I was a kid. My mother enjoyed writing and encouraged me as well. I would bring my work to her at times, and she would show me how to edit a sentence in order to make it stronger. She was my first editor.

Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?

I do read the reviews when I become aware of them. I’ve heard other authors say not to, but I can’t seem to help myself. Many have enjoyed my stories, and it makes me happy to see the evidence of that.

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

The titles have tended to come after the book was written. The marketing team from Carina has worked with me to put together titles that reflect the theme of each book at the same time that it ties the books together as a series.

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

Because the majority of my characters are from another planet, I wanted to have some names that sounded as though they came from a foreign place. With a few of the names, I took a traditional name and flipped/added letters until the name rolled comfortably off my tongue and created the feel I was looking for. I even flipped traditional names around backwards to create a foreign sounding name.

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

My characters are usually developed prior to writing, but a few character quirks have made themselves known while I was actually writing the story. What I’ve discovered about myself is that I don’t actually have a process that fits for every book. Each book has developed in its own way. Maybe I’m still figuring out my process?

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

Ebooks are more efficient and convenient. If I’m going on a trip or to the doctor’s office, I can have hundreds of books, with the option to buy more at a moment’s notice, right at my fingertips. Still, holding a book physically continues to hold charm for me. Likely, my older books that I’ve loved and read multiple times are the reason. Sometimes I like the bulk of an actual book in my hand. No hardback, though. There isn’t a comfortable way to read one that doesn’t get my hands tired. (I like stretching out on the couch and reading comfortably.)

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

JRR Tolkien’s The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings trilogy has gone well. Harry Potter’s stories have been equally exciting to watch. Seeing what film can do with paranormal/fantasy special effects is what makes going to the movies the most fun. They have the money to create fantastic settings with great make-up and costume design. These were films that successfully pulled me into their worlds.

Your favorite food is?

My mood controls my favorite food in any given moment. If I’ve had a hard day or a hard week, comfort food is called for. I like to make pasta with a meat sauce or something Mexican, like picadillo or chorizo in something-eggs/potatoes. Otherwise, I still don’t have a preference. Japanese, Chinese, Italian, American. I just like food.


Your favorite color is?

Burgundy. I love burgundy. I got married at Christmas time and was able to have my bridesmaids wear classic, burgundy, strapless, fitted, floor-length evening gowns. They were beautiful.


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About The Author

clip_image004Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain.

Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took.

Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives in Claremont with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.

Her debut novel, Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalker series, was released January 6, 2014, and Dreams of a Dark Summer, Book 2 of the Dreamwalker series, is set for release June 9, 2014. The next book in the Dreamwalker series is set to come out in December, 2014.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Remember Me by @roisinblackauth

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book info remember me cover gifTitle: Remember Me

Author: Roisin Black

Audience: Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Formats: E-book and Paperback

Publisher: Rosemary Molloy

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Editor: Rosemary Molloy

Pages: 110 pages


Date Published: September 2014  


blurb Flynn Murphy is head-turning handsome, mouth-wateringly sexy and incredibly rich. He’s also the new owner of Carra House, one of Ireland’s finest historical houses and the primary instrument of his revenge on those who have wronged him in the past. His wolf-like eyes hide a secret and the time has come to settle old scores and to ensure that those who barely remember him, will never be able to forget him again. But will his ruthless pursuit of vengeance for the past, cost him the chance of a future he never imagined possible.

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His wild raven coloured hair had been tamed into a “short back and sides” and no longer hid his eyes. “Wolf eyes,” one of his former girlfriends had called them and he supposed she hadn’t been too far off the mark. They were his greatest asset and just as the wolf watched and waited to make his move, so he had watched with his “wolf eyes” all those years and made move after move that had paid off. Now, only a few more moves remained in his endgame with the Smiths. Annabel Smith looked incredible. The years had been kind and she looked as good now as she had done in all the years when she had reigned as Queen Bee at every teenage disco. He remembered watching from his place in the shadows and how she had dispensed her precious attention like queens of old would award favours. Of course only the wealthy and handsome had needed to apply. Flynn hadn’t even been at the ball. So, it would seem presenting himself as the bait had worked. She wanted him or at least she wanted Flynn Murphy and all that his apparent wealth could bring her. “Kiss me,” he whispered into her ear. He didn’t have to ask twice. She kissed him like a hawk might strike its prey…. She lowered her head and kissed him with an intensity that made his head spin. After a few minutes she came up for air. “Mmmmm,” she murmured, “I adore the taste of whiskey on a man.” Grace O’Malley had seen a few things in her time as weekend receptionist in the Grand Hotel but nothing quite like Flynn Murphy, barefoot in a pair of trousers, as he paced the foyer, his shirt hanging open to reveal the type of torso she’d only ever seen on male models in glossy magazines.   soundtrack
Author Interview

Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?.

My childhood assertions that I wanted to be a Formula 1 driver, a pilot and a doctor were greeted by much laughter in various quarters. The problem with the first two choices apparently was that I was a "girl" - said with much derision and I couldn't be a doctor because I was crap at maths. I knew I was good at English so I decided writing was the way to go. This decision was greeted by outright scorn.

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

When I published the three books - Remember Me, Unfinished Business and Over Your Dead Body.

How long did it take to get your first book published?

It's taken me all my life! However, as an indie author it took me just under a year to write the three novellas and get them up on Amazon.

Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

I'm a full-time mum - the hardest job in the world!

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

Remember Me - A Story of Secrets, Lust and Revenge.

Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?

I am self-published on Amazon.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

It took me about eight months to write the three novellas which, when combined, amount to the same size as a full-length novel.

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

I'm already a third of the way through my next book which is a full length novel and is along the same lines. It focuses on two people who don't have time for love but love just might have something to say about that. The book after that is about two people who are incredibly damaged and how they find a way forward.

What genre would you place your books into?

They are not classic romance stories but that is the closest genre I can put them into.

What made you decide to write that genre of book?

I'm fascinated with the human condition / mind and what makes ordinary people tick. Also, people can make crazy decisions that lead to all sorts of outcomes. I love exploring this in my stories and seeing where the characters end up. And I'm fascinated by the intervention of fate. So often we think we have everything under control and then something happens to show us how stupid we were to think that. I don't think there is a genre where you can explore all these elements to the extent to which you can in the romance genre.

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

I love Flynn in Remember Me! He's so successful and self-assured but the past haunts him and he is now in a position to exact his revenge. However, for all his confidence he is still taken by surprise by some of the emotions that surface in his dealings with Annabel Smith. I love this - it shows that despite all he has achieved, somewhere in his psyche is a young man who still wonders what it would be like to be with the Queen Bee. Even though she is an uber-bitch - I have to admit to having a certain amount of respect for Annabel too!

How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?

I've been writing all my life. Some people paint, some people sing, some people dance. I write. It has never been a case of inspiration as much as a compulsion.

Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?

I'm very easily distracted and a natural born procrastinator so it's vital for me to get into the right headspace before I can write. I have defined my writing space with my own office. The children go to after school care on Mondays and Tuesdays and these are my long writing days and are non-negotiable. I try and get some writing done at night and also during the rest of the week but it's not easy.

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

As the story formulates in my mind so will the title which I find helps me to focus when writing the book.

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

They literally pop out of my head! All three of my currently published stories are based in the west of Ireland so some of the place names are factual but everything else came from the nether regions of my imagination.

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

It's a bit of both.

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

The characters are like real people to me - they come pretty much fully formed so I do my best to describe / draw them in my stories as I go along.

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..")


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

I do most my reading on my tablet - mostly because I read at night in bed. I still love the feel of a paperback though.

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

Book? As in one! Oh I have so many. The Twilight Series because they made me feel seventeen again. The Hunger Games due to the sparsity of the prose and the unflinching subjec t matter and the punch at the end of the series. Tess of The D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy for its richly drawn imagery. Atonement by Ian McEwan for its powerful imagery and the depiction of the harsh realities of war and it's subtle observation of human emotions. The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo because Lisbeth Salander made sense to me on so many levels.

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

It all depends on the producers and the director. I think The Hunger Games trilogy has been done exceptionally well and the Outlander series on T.V. is amazing, as is Game Of Thrones.

Your favorite food is?

Fresh Lobster caught in the Atlantic waters off the west coast of Ireland, served with lemon or garlic butter. Steamed new potatoes and carrots from my Dad's garden would be perfect on the side and for dessert you can't beat my mum's apple pie!

Your favorite singer/group is?

There is an endless list! However, two red-heads top it at the moment - Adele and Ed Sheeran.

Your favorite color is?

Red! I'm a red fiend.

Your favorite Author is?

Oh there cannot only be one! I love Ian McEwan for the richness of his prose and imagery. I love Kaylea Cross for her tight plots, thorough research and great sex scenes. Suzanne Collins for her brutal and unflinching subject matter. Thomas Hardy for his beautiful imagery, George R.R. Martin for his incredible world-building and Stieg Larsson for Lisbeth Salander.



  about the author clip_image005Róisín Black comes from the West of Ireland, a place where storytelling is a way of life. She's a dreamer, a wanderer and a writer. In amongst extensive wandering and dreaming she has managed to carve out a successful career as a journalist, hold-down a marriage, produce two amazing children and spend her time with some pretty cool dogs. She currently lives in Queensland, Australia but probably not for long. media links

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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Cover Reveal: Revenge by @PaulaRoseauthor


Revenge by Paula Rose
Anaiah Romance
As a job coach, it’s up to Olivia Foster to ensure her clients work in a safe environment, understand their positions, and serve their employer’s mission. The death of her brother drives her career choice, and she loves her job. It remains her only focus until one of her autistic clients goes missing. Then Olivia’s employer ends her position and adds her to the suspect list, but she makes plans to bring the missing young man home.

Meanwhile, Detective Lt. Phillip Landon is deep into second-guessing his career choice, but his well-honed instincts see major flaws inside this missing person’s case. Surprising contacts, mysterious happenings, and threats can turn deadly. Can he keep Olivia safe, protect his heart, remove the job coach from someone’s target list, and adopt a faith he never knew all while adjusting to the new lives of his old family?

Release Date: 
December 16, 2014


Author Bio:
Paula Rose provides inspiration through Christian romantic suspense stories where "average" families come into extraordinary situations, brushed with life-size strokes of reality and a touch of humor. Born in Philadelphia, she lives in Southern New Jersey with her husband and rescue kitty but often plays amateur photographer in both states.


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Monday, December 15, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Melanie's Evanescent Journey by B Truly

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clip_image002Melanie's Evanescent Journey

The Sonar Series

Book 1.5

B Truly

Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal-Romance

ISBN13: 9781497319622


Published April 25th 2014

Number of Pages: 240

Book Description:

True Love may cost a price, if the greater good preordains that you are the sacrifice.

There are always two sides to a story. Melanie Wilhelm's begins after she moves from Australia and starts her senior year at Cashmere High. On her first day, she bumps into a mysterious guy, and they form an instant connection. They become friends and he shares his deepest secret with her. As they grow closer, their relationship amplifies and becomes binding. Strange things occur, but instead of worrying, Melanie's feelings intensify.

The excitement of New Year's Eve approaches, and so does Jason's most devastating revelation of all. She learns his ultimate truth and is now spun into his chaotic web. The danger rises and hard choices must be made. By being with Jason, Melanie may have to sacrifice more than her heart. It may cost her life.

Melanie's Evanescent Journey ties into books one and two of The Sonar Trilogy. From spiraling twists to devastating plots, her journey will make you question fate and true love.

Is fate something you can control? Some believe it's in the hands of what you behold.

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Work was busy this evening and it was a welcome distraction. I worked as a waitress with Ebony at the Burger Grill. It was a small, family-owned diner. It had been around for over forty years. Ebony had gotten me on a few weeks ago.

“How was your day?” Ebony asked as we were putting our aprons on.

“I’m getting used to the flow of school. How was yours?”

“It will be better once this shift is over. I’m bloated and cramping today.”

“Did you take some medicine?”

“Yes, but it hasn’t kicked in yet. Any luck with J?”

“Not sure. We talked some.”

“At least he is talking with you. It’s a good sign.”

“I hope so.”

“People are getting seated in our sections. We’d better get to our tables,” she said.

We tended to our tables, and around an hour later, Ebony tapped me on my shoulder.

“Look what the cat dragged in. I sat him in your section,” she said and giggled. I saw Jason across the room, sitting with his brother and sister.

“Thanks a lot,” I said, sarcastically. Now I would have to face him again.

“You’re welcome,” she replied still laughing and walked off.

I took in a deep breath and went to their table.

“Hi guys, I’m Melanie. What can I get for you this evening?”

Jason looked up in surprise and blushed slightly, making my stomach do a somersault. Their sister said, “Hi Melanie. We get to formally meet now, I’m Harmony. And I will have a Coke.”

She and her brother did look exactly alike. “Are you guys twins?” I blurted out.

“Yes,” her brother replied. “Nice to meet you, Melanie. I’m Jaden. How do you like Cashmere so far?”

“It’s okay, but slightly different from school in Australia.”

“I love your accent,” Jaden said.

“Thanks.” Jaden was handsome, but his brother was gorgeous.

“Melanie, how long have you been working here? My siblings and I come here often,” Jason interrupted and appeared to give his brother an evil glare.

“For just a few weeks.”

He looked like wanted to ask something else but didn’t.

“What can I get you guys to drink?” I didn’t want to stand there making goo-goo eyes at him.

“I will have a Coke,” Jaden said.

“And I will have a Sprite,” Jason replied.

“Coming right up.”

I brought them back their drinks, took their food order, and took care of my other tables. A little while later Ebony stood next to me, waiting on her order.

“I’ve noticed he keeps staring at you.”


“You know who. Jason.”

“Don’t you have tables to tend to?” I replied playfully.

“I just thought you should know.”

She winked at me and took her food order. He was eating a French fry. Gosh, he even looked sexy doing that. He caught my eye and signaled for me to come over.

“We’d like the check, please,” Harmony said.

“Sure,” I answered, pulling out the bill and placing it on the table.

“So Melanie, are you seeing anyone?” Jaden asked.

Excuse me! He was very direct. I had just met him. Harmony giggled, and Jason turned red. I cleared my throat. “No, not at the moment. Why?”

“Maybe we can hang out sometimes,” he replied with a smile. He leaned back and folded his arms behind his head, waiting for an answer. Harmony was amused, and Jason looked aggravated.

“Um no. Absolutely not.”

“Geez, well why not?”

“Because Ebony’s my friend first off, and second, I have my eye on someone else.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you guys were friends,” he replied, looking remorseful.

“Yeah, we are good friends,” I said, walking off.

I went to the kitchen and glanced back at their table. Harmony and Jason were laughing. Jaden appeared annoyed. Served him right. It was obvious he thought he was Mr. Casanova.

“What was Jaden talking to you about?” Ebony asked.

“Nothing much, the usual. He noticed my accent and wondered where I was from,” I lied. I wasn’t about to tell her he was flirting. He did apologize when he realized we were friends though, so maybe he wasn’t a total douche. I glanced back over to my section, but they were gone.

*  *  *

After my shift I stopped at the corner store. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, and no one in sight. I headed to my car, and hit the alarm. Before I could get the door open someone grabbed me from behind. I struggled against them, and fought with all my might, but he dragged me into the side alley. Another person charged from the side, and then something hit me in the head. I fell to the ground, and touched my throbbing wound. It was dark with only the side light from the building, so I couldn’t see the blood clearly. But I could feel the liquid stickiness on my fingers. I squinted in the dim light, straining to see my attackers, but I couldn’t see any facial features. They were blurry. They appeared to be males with short hair, and their broad body frame.

“Leave me alone!”

One man’s response was a kick to my stomach. I gasped and cringed in pain. Why was this happening to me? I had been told that burglaries and assault hardly ever happened on this side of town. Me and my rotten luck were going to make the crime rate sky rocket. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage, and tried to get up. One of the men pushed me back down. I saw an object in his hand, the silver color bounced off of the light. It was a knife. I had to find a way out of this. Heat pulsed through my body as I glared into his eyes. And fear consumed me with the black depths of them, dark as midnight. The other man held me down, and I fought to get out of his grasp. The one with the blade leaned closer to me. He didn’t have on a mask, but I still couldn’t make out his features. He was faceless. He thrust the blade against my neck. The pain was sharp, and tears sprang into my eyes.

“Please stop! Why are you doing this?”

He snorted. “Because the greater good has preordained it.”

Before I could contemplate his strange explanation he slit the knife against my throat.

  Author Interview


Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

      I have wanted to be an author since I was fifteen years old.

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

     I first considered myself a writer when I wrote my first unpublished book when I was fifteen.

How long did it take to get your first book published?

     Once I found out about Create Space it took around eight months to get my book published.

Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

     Yes, my fulltime job is an Ultrasound tech. I scan everything from babies, to breast, and almost all body parts.

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

     The name of my latest book is Melanie’s Evanescent Journey.

     There are two sides to every story. This one is told from Melanie. From spiraling twists to devastating plots, her journey will make your question fate and true love. 

Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?

     I am self-published through Create Space publishing.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

     My first book took me over four years to write. But now that I know the main plot and where it is going in each book, it’s a lot faster. Melanie Evanescent Journey, my companion novel took me around five months to write. And book #2 Sonar The Cyclone took me eight months to write.

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

     You can expect more books from the same genres of fantasy, sci-fi, and paranormal-romance. The series that I am currently writing now is New Adult. But my next series will be Young Adult.

What genre would you place your books into?

     Fantasy, Sci-fi, Paranormal-romance, Space opera

What made you decide to write that genre of book?

     I decided to write in that genre because it’s my favorite to read.

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

     That’s hard because I like them all. But my favorites are my two heroines in my first novel, Sonar The Crashing.

How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?

     I have been writing on and off since I was fifteen. Writing has always been my passion, so I decided to put my thoughts into a story.

Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?

     I listen to music most of the time while I write scenes. That helps a lot. I do make notes and outlines beforehand when I first get an idea. But I don’t write the story in order. I write the story as it presents itself to me.

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

     I choose the title after I know what the main plot of the story is. Also once I know certain aspects within the storyline.

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

     I develop the plot first, and then as the story unfolds the characters fall in line. As for names; I like unique names. I also like to use biblical names. For each of my series I like to have a cultural theme. For example; the Sonar series’ theme is Egypt.

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..")

      Yes, the hook to Melanie’s Evanescent Journey contains a hidden message. Love may cost a price if the greater good preordains that you are the sacrifice.


       Forgive those who have hurt you most. Life is short and precious. We all make mistakes and everyone deserves a second chance.

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

     A lot of times books do transfer over to movies well.  It depends on who the director is. And it also helps if the author is a co-producer. My favorite movie transfer is Breaking Dawn part 1 & 2. I actually liked both of those movies better than the books. And it’s normally the other way around.
     As for the worst, I was very disappointed in the True blood series. The first three years started off good and followed the books, but still had their own spin to it. The fourth book was my favorite. That season of True Blood was just okay. I don’t think they did the book justice though. And then it just went downhill from there.

My favorite color is purple.    

     My favorite color is purple.

Your favorite Author is?

     My favorite authors are Stephanie Myers, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Jamie McGuire, and Jennifer Armentrout


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  About The Author


I have wanted to be an author since I was fifteen years old and grateful to have accomplished this dream. I have three wonderful children and a husband who defines the person I am today. I work full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Sugarland, Texas.

I have very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. I like to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. I’m addicted to romance and get a thrill out of action and suspense. I write New Adult Fantasy and Sci-fi

In the Sonar series it was fun to explore different elements of Sci-fi romance and create various realms of powers for my characters. I want to show my readers that Sci-fi can be fun, but also traumatic. I hope you guys enjoy the Sonar Series.