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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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<span style="font-size: medium;">Audience: 18 + Adults - Formats: E-book and Paperback - Publisher: Karen Swart - Cover By: <a href="http://www.jasmyndesigns.weebly.com/" target="_blank">Jasmyn Designs</a> - Editor: Jasmin Petricola (Blue Butterfly Editing) - Published Date: Dec 2016</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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Series: Archangels’ Series # 1 <br />
Author: Karen Swart <br />
Genre: Paranormal Romance <br />
Audience: 18 + <br />
Formats: E-book and Paperback <br />
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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<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zJdXLuYJbOI/WDf-pO6nD2I/AAAAAAAA3PU/V_mU6-ic1gg/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"><img align="left" alt="image" border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IWXjoN6Q2g/WDf-qGihiTI/AAAAAAAA3PY/JUnsH0fGbRw/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="169" /></a>Karen Swart is the bestselling author of the spellbinding young adult series - The Kasadya Hellhound Series. Her novels have won awards in the Best YA Paranormal and Best YA Fantasy categories of Book Junkies Choice Awards. </div>
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Born and raised South African, Karen spends her time with her family and writing her next novel. You can learn more about Karen, her love of books and all her upcoming books at <a href="http://www.authorkarenswart.com/">www.authorkarenswart.com</a> </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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Pleasure Pain or Purpose: Book One- Pleasure by Al Daltrey<p align="center">Pleasure Pain or Purpose: Book One- Pleasure by Al Daltrey <p align="center">Amazon: <a href="http://getbook.at/AlDaltreyPPP1">http://getbook.at/AlDaltreyPPP1</a> (Amazon US and AU) <p align="center">iTunes: <a href="https://goo.gl/wLQXp6">https://goo.gl/wLQXp6</a> <p align="center">Barnes & Noble: <a href="https://goo.gl/OvD0mZ">https://goo.gl/OvD0mZ</a> <p align="center">Kobo: <a href="https://goo.gl/tJzFR6">https://goo.gl/tJzFR6</a> <p>Pleasure, Pain or Purpose is the story of three best friends. <p>When everything seems perfect, that’s when a curve ball is likely waiting around the corner. Biljana Stevens’ blissful life is derailed after the sudden death of her cherished David. Now a lonely submissive, she travels the world with a crushed heart. <p>A contradiction all her life, Jasmin Stallworth loved Barbies; but she also loved baseball with the boys. 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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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Short Bio: Harley Reynolds is a 23 year old girl who gives it up every night of the week to a different guy….at least that what she has people believing. Behind closed doors, Harley is a 23 year old victim of abuse at the hands of her mother and lives vicariously through books. She considers herself smart, just not smart enough to leave her life of abuse behind for good, until she ran into the one guy who actually saw her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lynch @HGLynch @sparklebooktour<div><br></div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tdWMZtMo9MoEYoJ4zPJNnjMNRLjG8aPccNiZhaZ99G_KerEMsSLWim1K3CtQIpqjoXZIJACnMUdGVH2Gf8btuzyO6MbW6dYp-MOuhaSTH_uvoKnxhG0OJI9LIQIAkX6YozN-C09erS3X/s1600-h/difiant%252520banner%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="difiant 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="difiant banner" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixzdlP53lKRnVOPoSVKTyeHjlFyf5Kex27L9Zo7ZN85agKgfNhdDl-CV0k74VqwnVOtSvzNANaV9v58KG0sCxsRiqEMxPdZA8lX7NeBCqNSgSFU_EX8IpCMyTLIiL-dvMYb0pMhrJql6V/?imgmax=800" width="517" height="166"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: small">PRESENTED BY</span></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrbqP3yHQr-_uHH8lZiLviUkrJHV5nRQAvTmM8f9asWW1CLixpurUQ1FVwwBaraxe4KKKRBzc7ewZxOqIdvf7_FV-8V4uxVT0M9CRKlDHE1tW6yekR66Dqz9JsgHgnL5u_kG0QguoqYNr/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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rgg7ybvSkU8/VmBWOZMG3II/AAAAAAAAEZk/nw6lNh40sGM/logotrans_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="224"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S9M4ZLy44Yw/VmBWPCT8_FI/AAAAAAAAEZw/Bt77YrvyU2M/s1600-h/defiant%252520gif%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="defiant gif" 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="defiant gif" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bn-aF-IbIAc/VmBWP4IYXOI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/pGJ7Pyss9EA/defiant%252520gif_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="283" height="358"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center">Title: Defiant </div> <div align="center">Series: Blaze Trilogy </div> <div align="center">Vol or Book #: 1 </div> <div align="center">Author: H.G. 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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-14l4oPKkOXM/VmBWQccOTeI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/9klk3sB4FzA/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/AVvXsEj1DER1UTzqPzi4t2KojiN_P-OMTt3H8TrvI2XiGpjUCWwbxt_9LK4vVL5sIClNnpPfGqgQs6P2itHyuYUR9hcow0Daekvye3mx1BC8-t-sqt4s7FO1IjV75Xq1Gl1b_UNfL_prva79wegC/?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/AVvXsEgA-q0RJBcAWo6pCieNGNE0dYsOsSYcvAbCC2BN4mPXY2PO86XPhehj-Yx40PD8NXpS1rms81XLeiXWvbTRucZ4c6TI6INhWjenhcBOPu-7e3RcA0PoBS6E4r8qe5I_vgl2Q9jJ8f3iiNpK/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/AVvXsEj6J3oyRMtN05xtSZgWo9kwBjexMIQMd1qvLa8Ut3g6bImqyzbVeXzziCjp-a0GN3PxVFXGFhJh4-vBMo60bEWo2ys1VnG7UhBsgQhTwcoH8B-tUSPLtgko4K1wdUGRz_B84_ZoDFC9dT1Q/?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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UFH_Pf1vWW0/VmBWRo2qrEI/AAAAAAAAEac/wYCXMqwJpVE/Amazon%252520%2525281%252529%25255B5%25255D.png?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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5yz1bG8lVwk/VmBWSA1RkjI/AAAAAAAAEak/Qfe12GoYLvY/goodreads%25255B6%25255D.png?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><br></div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hQWCZGUq11mJgKuXU1gcd6ShK3d_-OK3Nrsgg__zAm7kTyy3o13FCcCQ65fboCgjg8LsITw1G4qmO6EO41xw-sDFm5aad537icbP5SHGjLDdBxalZMkBsTYK50qdHRhSj-qO5suCltBz/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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1tjwvG20YI4/VmBWSjwMzdI/AAAAAAAAEa0/d4KnigGCFrg/excerpt%252520%2525284%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?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/AVvXsEh-o7kpynwr6dC3FDlR71tHPG54QHeaZVpiJIATXPIxfNleTjFYgihrQ5XFQEMOqrQaNdK7k6SpPoi5Yj7C0HmE58j0zZ8pXG_BAPsSDNAMzYvjgVH0ojekJMkuZ4xSlJ2P9eBR8LbmMszL/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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Bn3IVEpwM5o/VmBWTfpnvBI/AAAAAAAAEbE/iTKQ0E6DWmw/author%252520%2525281%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?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. She loves horse-riding, Star Trek, and snow. <br> <br> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sHzuRUrwHBs/VmBWTl221KI/AAAAAAAAEbI/wPgDGcXG1J4/s1600-h/media%252520%2525282%252529%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="media (2)" 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="media (2)" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eN5JRzLTlNw/VmBWULbpm6I/AAAAAAAAEbY/AT-Y0fbo4wA/media%252520%2525282%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="363" height="67"></a> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/authorhglynch"><img title="facebook" 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="facebook" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2j8loSRR-qE/VmBWUbP3MsI/AAAAAAAAEbc/VFRQYa7Mibk/facebook%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="92" height="94"></a> <a href="http://www.twitter.com/HGLynch"><img title="Twitter" 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="Twitter" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEfi7-GbxnJQb6KgZw3l67QZMgnc8EeKu1MxETHXnQcxmSzwPJvOl1bojT7FtM-0dryH7Ua-KFYbgiInIbCO06An6pt3HNxtMQ_k935VYVdjukGMC0ngdrDJCza-HsQeqYJugqOueMuNA/?imgmax=800" width="90" height="92"></a> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7434974.H_G_Lynch"><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/AVvXsEhARvaTaI-qrPMb9j5ty7IZvAk4tvPVfC_sje6fQLWQy6IS5JPnmivImSKi_obaPb8YsrYcXZG4ViAEtvbRSf8vN43LXx84DUUgUZiukhy3up-WlIlw81IYmWuQUtpqc-McaPOJvSCz85M7/?imgmax=800" width="86" height="88"></a> </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://www.hglynch.weebly.com/">WEBSITE</a> / <a href="http://www.facebook.com/authorhglynch">FACEBOOK</a> / <a href="http://www.twitter.com/HGLynch">TWITTER</a> / <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7434974.H_G_Lynch">GOODREADS</a> </div> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hGz4seOLw1A/Vme4rPgBmTI/AAAAAAAA3FI/DkpaPBTgMjo/s1600-h/authorinterview%25255B4%25255D.png"><img title="authorinterview" 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="authorinterview" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-89qsyh7gHao/Vme4wexMMHI/AAAAAAAA3FQ/gm_2Ktx1V-U/authorinterview_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="424" height="170"></a></p> <p align="center"><strong>Did you always wanted to be a writer? 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> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254908113847376231.post-85932859192077253422015-12-09T07:07:00.001+02:002015-12-09T07:07:22.596+02:00Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: The Beast by A.R. Davis @writerardavis @sparklebooktour<div><br></div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-O4c-hecZb8I/Vlh9svh0nYI/AAAAAAAAEV0/PK2HQQrpgaQ/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/AVvXsEi55N8Dlp1zCIN6VpJZQoLE0p1Tgtj3_kienWtiz9MDmhiygh1sdlxA-c1_v9j3e2E3ny3qzjSt4vnBF6yzsc1B7oNCXY_hkcyO9_SHfLeCmjTZhL30ouuXLaalS0ZSx1fQI8mZN2a8WzM-/?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/AVvXsEi7yf-95xyvaQqLSLhizMiyMydCcw1HcOS9-mzfDdRZhf0XSi4uI2fIaknE7DWj0fLoA_94ZuolxCM3VIXrSWWRPBFqwyBTNYAcVQ_AUQtw7oE4au-7t1wtecvfFRTsf65sNFbNDlNzWCQE/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/AVvXsEhktXGHdsdAu6QsQnvzPpnPGUzHS5xGN0UhBQBIUZ85r1xJ5OKZwT63RJlZ5yfDtJxakvQmaUPE5TU9hlj0n-eLvSvzMwTpykqkFuJTCGoRllBLj-i9TfqGLWz654Kr-Cg2UDTIsr-FsNrx/?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/AVvXsEj3mvHLBmwYg3CKXs1Q4myhDeGNgrCEE5DVE9cfqVTAUkWMf8eNke7WdB5fzkrrlb-seLlfuL2f4SxSuQNAuvlL2s99kjK3c_Zr8RMevPmRmsUfRXrdXj7TUdd4v_vTZ2G-HIHSD1xC48_M/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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BjeE6oyqfpY/Vlh934kfTCI/AAAAAAAAEWY/3Rp_5lKeibg/the%252520beast%252520gif_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VAK8B6k_2dc/Vlh94MEnvOI/AAAAAAAAEWc/XTdAYOH8p_c/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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/---_9Bv69nfw/Vlh94mJnhEI/AAAAAAAAEWk/wT4rib9OYnY/blurb%252520%2525286%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_zCEjTf-12Y/Vlh946rax6I/AAAAAAAAEWs/4wa90fLTFqE/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/AVvXsEho921JIKAA39Jcu1a2zlICuIodOM3D2-5hWEXVTkdmEZIChy_sIBwOvd53CC_Al5lpIaWJHjqjBUshYZafDjqYzAw1DBt70QdGALL2wLfcH0qG9hsevEFrn350pBqBgvA5-uGd5264Erhm/?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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cYYVtHNzUBY/Vlh95dfMtII/AAAAAAAAEW8/Hu5_zKieXWs/Amazon%252520%2525281%252529%25255B5%25255D.png?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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UbvKADykuic/Vlh95uocvfI/AAAAAAAAEXE/6hHy-jVHdHE/goodreads%25255B5%25255D.png?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/AVvXsEiUZH6fwcXIeXyDMGBYnWArCBrX_3D3y2682p-0_0p-TQ1-6oRkRzrUIq4V5rGnWX-vy7lcxEhD9rrx9Sy7NEezHbCBKLGteUxoAgU6uFxTlVa6URBMTUFUdr0aK1mZlSPgyZxrkIwxWk9t/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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BEPTCqFpS8g/Vlh96TQOoCI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/-pMMrzvzgVc/excerpt%252520%2525286%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?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. Their effect had dulled over time, but she could never stop loving her father. <br>He meant well. <br>He always did. <br><br><br><br> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT5s1VQNSRJa78rA-7kN7QNUp_VN0A9MitGkax2_uO6Akr_kRhmT3c-S4WPHK4E3RPDAqonEMiqkeMh_Hq4YZMG5SsxMR5znLSPZC6vYDaNRIp-gR9SEoTHQ8009jggmUzwfODxxJFAc-s/s1600-h/about%252520the%252520author%252520%2525283%252529%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="about the author (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="about the author (3)" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qfJ_VI5PfVk/Vlh96weQgGI/AAAAAAAAEXg/gAONma-Jfcw/about%252520the%252520author%252520%2525283%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="436" height="59"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-joF4DbZieFY/Vlh97JxIRxI/AAAAAAAAEXs/yVd2ntTVJyE/s1600-h/AuthorPic%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="AuthorPic" 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="AuthorPic" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4QMV5JB-OGx1GUhp7bKgYeKY01hA94lcEABWVsWv5e2UKqE6_curIKePM87A2mUDpSBCWKqDlH0fSfyZLBop4IIEXENbK0Jgby-wnx0OgP6byCn7sSZmH2KOZz5gsmL2f8EFYHRj0AEJ-/?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center">A.R. DAVIS first picked up writing at age six after getting annoyed that the characters weren't right in a Donkey Kong Country novelization. She loved it so much that she went on to graduate with a BFA in Creative Writing at UNCW. 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If not what did you want to be?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I can’t imagine wanting to be anything else but a writer. I love making up stories that entertain people or make them think. I was never comfortable with speaking up; I felt I could only be honest when I wrote the words down.</font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">In middle school. I started by writing poetry to make sense of my world. I had just moved from a big city to the south, and I was awkward, and I was bullied. I wrote my feelings abstractly. One of the teachers found my work and told me that it was amazing. Keep up, don’t quit. I never have. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">How long did it take to get your first book published?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Many, many years. I started working on it in college because I knew writing was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Because it is my first book, I thought I had to be absolutely perfect. I was also dealing with being diagnosed with depression, and the evil voice in my head kept telling me to give up. Lucky for me, I have a lot of support from people who love me, and I was able to get through it and see my dream come true. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I work for a private university in the Major Gifts department. I am the one who calls you to meet with somebody to talk about donating money to the school. As someone who would not have been able to go to university were it not for Financial Aid, I am pretty passionate about this cause. Though I quite understand when people get irritated when I call them. I’m not very good at asking for money. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-US"><font style="font-size: 11pt">The Beast</font></span></i><span lang="EN-US"><font style="font-size: 11pt"> is a Beauty and the Beast retelling that focuses on how relationships begin and end in devastating ways. There’s monsters in it.</font><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><font style="font-size: 11pt"> </font></span></span></font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I self-published this book because I wanted to prove to myself that I could do this and keep pursuing a career as an author. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">This was my first book, and it took me seven years before I thought it was right. I promise in the future that it won’t take nearly as long. Since it was my first book, I thought I had to absolutely be PERFECT. To a T. I was also dealing with being diagnosed with depression, finishing up university, dealing with family drama, and trying to figure out where my life was headed. I think a lot of that ended up in this book. The main cast feature a lot of the more honest parts about myself. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What can we expect from you in the future?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Right now, I’m feeling the fantasy genre. I’m diligently working on my second book. I can’t tell you much about it, as I’m only half-way through my first draft, but I will say that if you enjoyed <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Beast</i>, you are probably going to be pleasantly surprised. (It’s not a sequel, FYI.) With each book, I want to challenge myself, so I can at least also say try not to expect me to do the same thing twice. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What genre would you place your books into?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I would say <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Beast </i>is YA Sci-Fi/Fantasy. The next one is going to be strictly fantasy. I may do another science fiction book in the future, but for now I’m taking it one idea at a time. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What made you decide to write that genre of book?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I love exploring my imagination, even the dark parts of it. I love making things up and making up rules. I think Sci-Fi/Fantasy is a great genre to explore those parts, and also reveal something true about yourself and the world. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">My favorite character in the book is a character I can’t name because I don’t want to give away spoilers. I will say that he was very challenging to write, because I wanted the reader to sympathize with him even when he did horrifying things. It’s strange because Valerie’s relationship with him seemed to mirror my own: at first I couldn’t STAND this character. I couldn’t imagine why I wanted to write about him in the first place. But as I kept figuring out the type of story I wanted to tell, as I finally figured out his motivations and his fears, I started feeling empathy for him. He became a sort of metaphor for my depression, in a way. Saying goodbye to him was challenging and rewarding at the same time. I hope you readers feel the same about him. I’d love to hear your thoughts. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">How long have you been writing? and who or what inspired you to write?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I’ve been writing since I was a kid. I didn’t really start taking it seriously until middle school, where teachers found my poetry and dug it. I was mostly inspired by JK Rowling’s story. I didn’t grow up with the most . . . well, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">rich</i> family, though we weren’t exactly poor. We got by. Anyway, I wanted to make sure my family didn’t struggle, and I thought I could do that with my writing. Though it didn’t work out that way, I would not change a thing. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">First, it has to be completely dark outside before I boot up my laptop. I have to sit on the left hand side of the couch, closest to where my husband, Mr. Davis is sitting at the PC. Then I turn the TV on and find the worst possible thing I could watch, such as <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Birdemic, The Room, </i>or the CW version of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Beauty & the Beast</i>. Sometimes I’ll even put on Let’s Plays of terrible video games. As long as it’s something I can’t take too seriously, I can begin writing. I like as much noise as possible. The louder and more obnoxious it is, the better. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Yes. I value feedback from my readers, and whether or not they liked it, I have nothing but respect for them. They graciously gave me their time and money, both of the most valuable resources on this earth, and I am honored and awed. Readers are brilliant, lovely, and honest, three things I value in any person. I’ve heard from readers that they are afraid to leave negative reviews because of the trend that’s going on, the trend that authors and their readers will start flagging the review and harassing the reviewer. That makes me utterly sad. Reading should open up discussion more than anything, and how on earth could we say we are the more mature medium when we shut down anything that isn’t positive? All I’ll say to that is: please don’t be afraid to be honest with me. I’m a big girl. I can handle it. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">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..")</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I don’t usually think about those things as I’m writing. I don’t even focus on themes until I get the entire story in my head. I don’t think a story without morals is a bad story, either. In fact, I find it more interested in the story turns out to be morally ambiguous. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite food is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I absolutely cannot live without sushi in the world. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite singer/group is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">It varies from day to day. Right now I’m feeling CHVRCHES and Grimes. </font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite Author is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Myself!</font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Just kidding! JK Rowling. Her story inspired me to write, and she’s such a gracious, generous being. 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margin-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-right: 0px" src="http://nebula.wsimg.com/45092c3134159e67a52169620fe834b9?AccessKeyId=CC2B5E056C3E5FBB5F7A&disposition=0&alloworigin=1" width="323" align="left" height="480"></p> <p>Book Title: Treasured Find </p> <p>Series Name: Royal Pride <p>Series Number: 1.0 <p>Author: Nancy Corrigan <p>ASIN: B016LI22XC <p>Length: 92K <p>Publication Date: November 11th 2015 <p>Add <i>Treasured Find</i> to <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26868821-treasured-find">Goodreads</a></p> <p><b>Sometimes the greatest finds are unexpected</b> <p>After five centuries, Rafe Alexander knows what to expect from life—boredom broken by the occasional call from Shifter Affairs. No matter how mundane the job, he always accepts their plea for help. He knows what it’s like to lose loved ones to the shifter trafficking rings decimating their species. <p>But the task that takes him to West Virginia changes everything. A human is dead. A shifter child is missing. And the human female connected to both tragedies is hiding a secret. <p>He needs to discover the mystery surrounding her. But the felines he houses—lion, tiger and jaguar—want him to get close to her for another reason. Jasmine is special, both for how she affects him and for the treasure she’s been guarding. <p>And as danger mounts, he’s left balancing his desire for revenge and his need to protect. But the line between them isn’t always black and white, especially where his family is concerned. <p><i>NOTE: This book was previously released. It has been revised and re-edited.</i> <p> <p> <p><i><u><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vct6vg3-UrQ/Vi8jBYW5DOI/AAAAAAAA2ys/DUZKCM_MSL8/s1600-h/Excerpt%25255B3%25255D.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/-91D9jBX6YEg/Vi8jDUi638I/AAAAAAAA2y0/11wn5OcwXtw/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="292" height="59"></a></u></i> <p>“I want you naked. Open for my pleasure.” <p>He didn’t give her the chance to comply. He grabbed the hem of her top and tugged it over her head. The bra came off next. <p>Cool air hit the sensitive tips of her breasts. She shivered, but he covered them in the next breath. The warmth of his touch seeped into her. He slowly massaged her breasts, and the gentle kneading left her squirming in his arms. Perfect. She focused on the sensations and ignored the way his tender attentions made her heart flip over. <p>He flicked her nipples. Sparks ignited. He did it again. A pulse of pure pleasure skipped across her skin. <p>She waited, eager and hungry, for what he would do next. With his fingertip, he circled the areola. She moaned. He stilled with his fingers clamped around the hard bud. Anticipation built. She pressed her lips together. Would he tug her nipple? Or roll it? Either would make her wild. <p>“You’re holding your breath, waiting. Do you want something, my Jasmine?” <p>“Yes.” <p>“What?” <p>He wanted her to voice her need? Couldn’t he guess how hot he’d gotten her? <p>“Well?” The demand was clear. <p>“You. I want you.” <p>He kissed her neck, licked the spot he’d teased a moment ago, but didn’t move his fingers. She arched into his embrace, silently begging him to tug on the erect nipple, roll it, flick it, do something. He only held the hard point clamped between his calloused fingertips. <p>“Rafe, please.” <p>Instead of meeting her unspoken demand, he released her nipple and caressed her breast, supporting her heavy flesh and making her crazed. The reverent touch wasn’t what she needed. <p>She covered his hands with hers and pushed her chest forward, rubbing the points into his palms. He pulled them back, denying her the relief she craved. <p>“What do you want from me? Tell me.” <p>She couldn’t voice her need. The very thought of putting her sexual desires into words embarrassed her. She could show him, though. That wasn’t as naughty. He’d understand. The man knew how to work her body. <p>She turned in his arms and grabbed a fistful of hair. With the handful of strands, she dragged him closer to her heavy flesh. <p>“Mmmm, yes, you have beautiful breasts. Full, lush mounds meant to be suckled.” He brushed his lips over the tips. She moaned. “Are they sensitive?” <p>“Very. They ache.” <p>He pulled back. “I bet.” <p>He was teasing her? Oh no. She was too aroused for games. Desperate for relief, she cupped the weight of one breast and lifted it to his mouth, offering herself. <p>“Do you want my mouth here?” Rafe tapped his finger to the hard point. <p>She heard the amusement in his tone but was beyond caring. “Yes, please.” <p>“And what should I do once put my lips on your breast?” <p>“Don’t make me say it.” <p>“Yes. Say it. Tell me now.” <p><b>Get the book at…</b> <p><a href="http://amzn.to/1PeuxoR"><b>AMAZON</b></a><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b><i>Other shifter books:</i></b> <p><a href="http://www.nancycorriganauthor.com/royal-pride.html">ROYAL Pride</a> series <p>Ø <a href="http://amzn.to/1OXuX1E"><i>Beautiful Mistake</i></a>, book 2, available for Pre-order, releases 1-11-16 <p>Ø <a href="http://www.nancycorriganauthor.com/favorite-obsession.html"><i>Favorite Obsession</i></a>, book 3, available for Pre-order soon <p><a href="http://www.nancycorriganauthor.com/kagan-wolves.html">KAGAN Wolves</a> series (a parallel series set in the same world as the Royal Pride series) <p>Ø <a href="http://www.nancycorriganauthor.com/a-chance-on-love.html"><i>Chance on Love</i></a>, book 0.5, releases 2-23-16 <p>Ø <a href="http://amzn.to/1GR6p6j"><i>Bridged by Love</i></a>, book 1, available now <p>Ø <a href="http://www.nancycorriganauthor.com/shared-for-love.html"><i>Shared for Love</i></a>, book 2 (MMF), releases 5-10-16 <p><b></b> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JXLWwweaSS4/Vi8jEtQY05I/AAAAAAAA2y8/sjfo7Ppu8wY/s1600-h/Review%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="Review" 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="Review" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cRUT5euUmXg/Vi8jGf6KiTI/AAAAAAAA2zE/NeHqBx693Nw/Review_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="250" height="59"></a> <p align="center"><a style="float: left; padding-right: 20px" href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27281616-treasured-find"><img border="0" alt="Treasured Find (Royal Pride Book 1)" src="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1445889874m/27281616.jpg"></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27281616-treasured-find">Treasured Find</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7335900.Nancy_Corrigan">Nancy Corrigan</a><br>My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1426322190">5 of 5 stars</a><br><br>As a royal male shifter Rafe is content with his life, or at least for the past 500 years. Drawn to a small town to determine the original of a little girl, Rafe wasn’t expecting to run into heaven. Discovering that the five year old Megan was indeed a shifter child amongst humans was bad enough, but to discover two more royal children in the care of a human, that was pushing the limits. Even worse was the way this human female stirred his beasts. Jasmine was a wildcard he wasn’t expecting, even more the fact that she was his destined mate. But with his mate comes the discovery of more trouble, an old enemy, rogue shifters kidnapping other shifters and far worse - the fate of his lost sister. Would Rafe and Jasmine be strong enough to counter the attacks heading their way? Or would their new found love fail and bring death to all?<br><br>Thrilling, Erotic, action-packed and just utterly amazing. Those words accompanied me while I clutched at my kindle and found myself lost in a new world. Lately shifter reads haven’t been so gripping as before, but Corrigan quickly brought me back to why shifter novels was so additive. With an exciting plot with lots of turns and twist, I was lost instantly and read it a day. Rafe was the perfect alpha, with dead sexy godlike features and heart to go with it. Jazz’s strong mother instincts was refreshing and I loved that she wasn’t afraid to stand her ground against even a pack of shifters. I am early awaiting the next novel in this series and highly recommend getting your hands of this one in the meantime. <br><br><br><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/18886087-eclipse-reviews">View all my reviews</a> <p> <p> <p><a href="mailto:nancycorriganbooks@outlook.com"><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/-8zBWBknFrBs/Vi8jIM-0N5I/AAAAAAAA2zM/SrBUd0u3m24/About%252520the%252520author%25255B3%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></a> <p><b></b> <p><b>A little about Nancy…</b> <p>A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm. <p>She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. 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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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BgMWOpbuW4g/Vjy-2vdPZvI/AAAAAAAAEPU/tUcPNF8kF4Q/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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XrWbfFXayhA/Vjy-20mkR7I/AAAAAAAAEPY/r5vR_LPtBfA/blurb%252520%2525283%252529_thumb%25255B5%25255D.gif?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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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/-ZZRSWPRgRYo/VjCT0gL-rzI/AAAAAAAA3Do/osDg_3rBG4o/clip_image002_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="312" align="left" height="484"></a><b>Halloween: Henry, Saddara and the Neighborhood</b> <p><b>Juli Draney</b> <p>Genre: Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, Halloween <p>Date of Publication: October 2012 <p>Word Count: 9,868 <p>Cover Artist: Mark Garcia <p>Book Description: <p>Looking for another fun Halloween story to add to your repertoire? "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/-0x_KixSzszo/VjCT2YBKnQI/AAAAAAAA3Dw/wD_I2usRRGU/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/-rZljaJGiWUs/VjCT4kTETfI/AAAAAAAA3D4/B3eTQwvtfyU/About-the-author_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></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> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254908113847376231.post-42976539711508179222015-10-30T10:00:00.000+02:002015-10-30T10:00:07.686+02:00Book blast, Giveaway & Interview: Idol of Glass by Jane Kindred @JaneKindred<p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eGGa-EIQ7dI/VjCRmZg2bOI/AAAAAAAA3As/SA6flLjHoK8/s1600-h/Idol-of-Glass-Banner-851-x-3153.png"><img title="Idol of Glass 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="Idol of Glass Banner 851 x 315" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-89dT5jukqMk/VjCRvW8DdvI/AAAAAAAA3A0/7iJLVvGSAtM/Idol-of-Glass-Banner-851-x-315_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="644" height="241"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-F93RfJfD__8/VjCRwg50KhI/AAAAAAAA3A8/fvFS8hlJWF0/s1600-h/book-blast3.gif"><img title="book blast" 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="book blast" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z8bSlYpHJH4/VjCRydeWp1I/AAAAAAAA3BE/FECfhOu0VV8/book-blast_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="367" height="59"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PsPgY1sDUDg/VjCRztFTb-I/AAAAAAAA3BM/iC2zNCUIS_A/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/-Dw6LdGRXiJY/VjCR3FApkrI/AAAAAAAA3BU/fc9eRfg5K7E/clip_image002_thumb1.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/-Qrn8_NGsAW8/VjCR47fVQkI/AAAAAAAA3Bc/M-l3dZMD6EM/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/-F4_bBieO_VQ/VjCR6f8G4mI/AAAAAAAA3Bk/lgNJ4G3hLuM/Excerpt_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="292" height="59"></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/-LwT-6fDniyQ/VjCR7g3ldoI/AAAAAAAA3Bs/xSC6Wqrscu0/s1600-h/Character%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="Character" 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="Character" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CCncK4kJtQQ/VjCR9kpAfSI/AAAAAAAA3B0/A_ONXsPlQIk/Character_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="32"></a> <p align="center"><b>Character Name:</b> MeerShiva <p align="center"><b>Character Bio:</b> 6’1” ageless goddess with long, blood-red hair, porcelain skin, and nails as sharp as shards of glass. Not to be trifled with. <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5IbAOf5ve1k/VjCR-_zbXDI/AAAAAAAA3B8/_kAM4K8bQOE/s1600-h/Shiva_300x450%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="Shiva_300x450" 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="Shiva_300x450" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j297Jv6f1Cc/VjCSATBhuvI/AAAAAAAA3CE/1BdYnTT8I3c/Shiva_300x450_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="202" height="314"></a> <p align="center"><b>Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?</b> <p align="center">I have no worst quality, unless you count my tendency to rip the entrails out of evil men. Personally, I consider that quality one of my best. <p align="center"><b>What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?</b> <p align="center">That the divine blood everyone is so fond of leaching out of me for their precious blessings has to come from somewhere, and I do not, as legend would have it, have ice water in my veins. Prick me and I bleed. (And then you bleed, because seriously, did you actually just touch me?) <p align="center"><b>What is your biggest secret, something no one knows about?</b> <p align="center">Pardon me, but I can’t breathe at the moment because I’m laughing so hard I may actually faint for the first time in my eternal existence. As if I would share that with mortals. <p align="center"><b>What are you most afraid of?</b> <p align="center">Mortals. <p align="center"><b>What do you want more than anything?</b> <p align="center">To be delightfully surprised. <p align="center"><b>What is your relationship status?</b> <p align="center">Ha! It’s complicated. The poor dear was so traumatized he’s forgotten the one night we spent together 400 years ago, and yet he seeks me out continually without knowing it. Then there’s his daughter, who, technically, is my daughter, but I gave birth to a son, and he’s dead, so it doesn’t count. Stop judging me. Nothing happened. It’s just that she’s rather extraordinary. You try living for over a thousand years in a world where no one is your equal. <p align="center"><b>How would you describe your sense of fashion?</b> <p align="center">Exquisite. I fashion the elements around me according to my mood. Designers base their gowns on me. <p align="center"><b>How much of a rebel are you?</b> <p align="center">What an odd question. There is no higher authority than myself. What on earth would I have to rebel against? <p align="center"><b>What do you consider to be your greatest achievement?</b> <p align="center">Not killing everyone on sight. <p align="center"><b>What is your idea of happiness?</b> <p align="center">An uninhabited planet. <p align="center"><b>What is your current state of mind?</b> <p align="center">Madness. Care to make something of it? <p align="center"><b>What is your most treasured possession?</b> <p align="center">Do people count? No? Then I’ll just say my hair. People would kill for it. And a few have. <p align="center"><b>What is your most marked characteristic?</b> <p align="center">Well it certainly isn’t mercy. Let’s say intolerance for stupidity and leave it at that. <p align="center"><b>What is it that you most dislike?</b> <p align="center">Abusive men. Followed by stupidity. Abusive stupid men are the absolute worst. <p align="center"><b>Which living person do you most despise?</b> <p align="center">Living? Those I despise don’t tend to live very long. So I suppose I would have to say myself. <p align="center"><b>What is your greatest regret?</b> <p align="center">One night 400 years ago. <p align="center"><b>What is the quality you most like in a man?</b> <p align="center">Stamina. <p align="center"><b>What is the quality you most like in a woman?</b> <p align="center">Defiance. <p align="center"><b>Who is your favorite hero in fiction?</b> <p align="center">Lady Macbeth. <p align="center"><b>Which living person do you most admire?</b> <p align="center">Oddly enough, a mortal named Jak. I know. I’m surprised at myself. <p align="center"><b>If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?</b> <p align="center">Since I have no flaws, this question is preposterous. ~sharpens nails~ <p align="center"><b>What is your motto?</b> <p align="center">If I be waspish, best beware my sting. <p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j3mcSYHe-PQ/VjCSB10WejI/AAAAAAAA3CM/5vsbW0EJTEw/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/-2tj3CFPlUkY/VjCSDQ-KJGI/AAAAAAAA3CU/X7oWBdfxq4E/Giveaway_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="329" height="59"></a> <p align="center"><a id="rcwidget_69rama4r" class="rcptr" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112ffc1208/" rel="nofollow" data-raflid="ba112ffc1208" data-template="" data-theme="classic">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <script src="//widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script> <p align="center"> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HwxVQaRH8zE/VjCSE8KBPJI/AAAAAAAA3Cc/k4HaDxjqpBY/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; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="About the author" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KMQj-NlDjfg/VjCSGq6MdQI/AAAAAAAA3Ck/YojVZeFe13g/About-the-author_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></a> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DWbRpE3iCWE/VjCSH--teLI/AAAAAAAA3Cs/7vc57wKwXmY/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/-sZa4-7IFIOY/VjCSJxlx3pI/AAAAAAAA3C0/82vLy8LBzmg/clip_image004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="147" align="right" height="193"></a> <p>Jane Kindred is the author of epic fantasy series The House of Arkhangel’sk, Demons of Elysium, and Looking Glass Gods. 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She now writes to the sound of San Francisco foghorns while two cats slowly but surely edge her off the side of the bed. <p><a href="http://www.janekindred.com">http://www.janekindred.com</a> <p><a href="http://www.janekindred.com/blog">http://www.janekindred.com/blog</a> <p><a href="https://twitter.com/JaneKindred">https://twitter.com/JaneKindred</a> <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/janekindred">https://www.facebook.com/janekindred</a> <p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/janekindred">https://www.goodreads.com/janekindred</a> <p><a href="https://plus.google.com/+JaneKindred">https://plus.google.com/+JaneKindred</a> <p><a href="https://www.pinterest.com/janekindred">https://www.pinterest.com/janekindred</a> <p><a href="http://janekindred.tumblr.com">http://janekindred.tumblr.com</a> <p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/meershiva/videos">https://www.youtube.com/user/meershiva/videos</a></p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254908113847376231.post-89609017613997438052015-10-30T08:30:00.000+02:002015-10-30T08:30:00.775+02:00Cover Reveal: Mortality by Ava O’Shay @AvaOShay<div><br></div> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlU3EpKyGIjLteoZXIf1QALJsXy-47E2BLqP7vSUfoX8MvdkFfxMcDduiqGBey7uUPSoytujNwp_7g2Zs_yQJnKoW1bIxmHtfz-KH9h7byJAqw6r-8yiqpXKm1EBNoJBXvDZa1PawBw9X/s1600-h/mortality%252520banner%252520%2525281%252529%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="mortality banner (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="mortality banner (1)" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lybafBZTEjY/Vi--5n8qOzI/AAAAAAAAELg/McXfHaHOyR0/mortality%252520banner%252520%2525281%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="601" height="193"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div><b><br></b><b>Title: Mortality, Book Three of the Serenity Series</b> <br><b>Series: The Serenity Series <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDOfvvD_0fw3xdVCb9YR0Z5z039cIZBloitMUwkoD8SRUCJKRWY7u07Pul7aTD_4QpD3kYFAR72Tiz-iPqzY6T0qaDFVMqaP1bUlBiidm_n8SP3PwVJbYJUaOjR0bUkp0bH3YA-ApBBL0/s1600-h/mortality%252520gif%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="mortality 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="mortality gif" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-65v852aJZ9k/Vi--7Qstm9I/AAAAAAAAEL0/XqMToghiNcI/mortality%252520gif_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="305" align="right" height="367"></a></b> <br><b>Vol or Book #: 3</b> <br><b>Author: Ava O’Shay</b> <br><b>Audience: New Adult/ Adult +18</b> <br><b>Genre: Contemporary Romance</b> <br><b>Format: ebook and paperback</b> <br><b>Publisher: Raven Books and Design</b> <br><b>Cover by: Raven Books and Design, photograph</b> <br><b>Editor: Eden Plantz</b> <br><b>Pages: 250</b> <br><b>Date to be Published: January 2016</b> <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--vwjo0f0y4g/Vi--7h4yg4I/AAAAAAAAEL4/zMXSb-pizfo/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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-d_1B1i9Ewxs/Vi--8NraD7I/AAAAAAAAEMA/q05yUFesDG4/blurb%252520%2525285%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="343" height="113"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div>Leaving his rocky past behind Quill heads out with the band Pick-Six. 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. Struggling against his demons Quill must learn to take what he wants before it’s too late. <br> <br> <br> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61vUzlvgh6b8n6QKAcvzleDiRfltP5GLX-RrHm5yPbLaKubfv-yO_WIBlwWUUNndHnj-k4tQQk2nNGBhdr1zT5buc1JNN69rqZXC4UdEwSgVKbXcw8VKyUkAMky085VBrTWeI4bAZ0s9_/s1600-h/excerpt%252520%2525282%252529%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="excerpt (2)" 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 (2)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NQDdXsVLEBQWkd2DF5DGJje7_zc0KVjGsVoH1czTWR2vFG-24I_FYBIioVyRpa9EHiwl6QuDKke4luJaC2gSSlwM2QF_D3z9qcfTLiJbUOq9mYKob_Gx_5yVI4LKziWb6lEuQsQYc4Le/?imgmax=800" width="396" height="99"></a> </div> <div align="center"> </div>Sweat trailed down Quill’s back, his hair matted to his forehead, the rays of the overhead lights were hotter than the face of the sun but the screams from the row of girls, five deep in front of the stage were making it all worth it. <br>He pulled the microphone out of its stand. 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. He was going to face his fears and God only knew—his feelings—head on even if it killed him. <br>No more burying. <br>No more hiding. <br>And if people didn’t like it they could go fuck themselves. <br> <br> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DGGSS_MD8ThCbXesMpr_j34QW0e-J1uBZy8TrzN-om1nHQtFUPKyuaDL83mEUyWIDVDZz2Q4bgQnZTejB0NURtGuDItxxvH2OcDNY4qiI0bS-NVl49nZgd8bkjDqYIFkSBbWLKQWd1g_/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/AVvXsEhLgrC2qfCWw2eyrbm2Kqp7Y_f9uR_9jcQmssDgi5qCK_o-jpigDY97CUxTsipy-PUuf2PNkGqFjQsRKhTbJILrAyF4dxaDm83LjZqqQ4Rgvr2b0eimR_yz9OS0dWT2gNJC8xCntTySAgl4/?imgmax=800" width="505" height="69"></a> </div> <div align="center"> </div>After many years trudging through the social awkwardness of high school and the whirl wind of college romances I finally landed in the Seattle area writing about the hell, horror, and don't forget the hot romance of youth. 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Oliva @writermama<p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1v99Fg-BHo0/VjCKFvlI_cI/AAAAAAAA28k/hC6Mk5mudOM/s1600-h/Season-of-the-Witch-Banner-851-x-315%25255B1%25255D.png"><img title="Season of the Witch 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="Season of the Witch Banner 851 x 315" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Zgq8XzWoIOw/VjCKP0-z0hI/AAAAAAAA28s/WXA_cSWy9Xs/Season-of-the-Witch-Banner-851-x-315.png?imgmax=800" width="644" height="241"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XtZKcZhK2LY/VjCKRs6WgjI/AAAAAAAA280/LDN2Y5-MuZM/s1600-h/book-blast3.gif"><img title="book blast" 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="book blast" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3N0zJQmWrAI/VjCKTSdrJnI/AAAAAAAA288/XMC0xPOsg7o/book-blast_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="367" height="59"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1zAZg2W-sgQ/VjCKVP59kgI/AAAAAAAA29E/GPQEKfCOzCs/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/-KGEytEz7PzY/VjCKXZbOtdI/AAAAAAAA29M/dyzvUcg_6bo/clip_image002_thumb1.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/-_rudqFl-Bxc/VjCKZMHUWPI/AAAAAAAA29U/keUbp45d77M/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/-eAi1ZD8ekDs/VjCKauzzFXI/AAAAAAAA29c/VTnp1Fi044Q/Excerpt_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="292" height="59"></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/-dV_iBAKmkoc/VjCKcKNzNuI/AAAAAAAA29k/H98d0xJnov0/s1600-h/Character%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="Character" 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="Character" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TrOxV4oqZd0/VjCKeZH6npI/AAAAAAAA29s/qfckNZ1wj4M/Character_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="32"></a> <p align="center">Character Name: <i>Georgia Clare</i> <p align="center">Character Bio: <i>Lena Alan’s best friend. Bookkeeper at Cross Your Teas. Badass Biker Witch and overall occult superhero.</i> <p align="center"><b><i>Normally for character interviews, I like to sit my characters down at their favorite restaurant and have a nice, long chat. Sadly, neither my nor Georgia's schedules could accommodate a meeting like that right now. I did the next best thing, sent her the questions, and let her fill them out at her leisure.</i></b> <p align="center"><b><i>Without further ado, meet Georgia Clare.</i></b> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DFgt3-po6yI/VjCKfmnQJ4I/AAAAAAAA290/K6LNsdce5M8/s1600-h/georgia%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="georgia" 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="georgia" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7PY6eduxf3E/VjCKhW7NB4I/AAAAAAAA298/DsdCcM4w7C4/georgia_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="207" height="272"></a> <p align="center"><strong>Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Well, I'm a witch. I think that's pretty f*cking cool. Best quality: I'm persistent (some people would say stubborn, but they're just haters). Worst quality: I used to have a bit of a death magic addiction.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?</strong> <p align="center"><i>I'm really not so bad, once you get past the whole death magic thing. I'm fun at a party, I have an awesome motorcycle, and I'm as loyal as they come.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?</strong> <p align="center"><i>I put on a tough face, but it stings like hell when people ice me out because of my past.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What are you most afraid of?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Karma.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What do you want more than anything?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Acceptance.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is your relationship status?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Dating. Want more? Read the book. ;-)</i> <p align="center"><strong>How would you describe your sense of fashion?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Badass. I like leather and metal and denim and more leather. Oh, and did I mention leather?</i> <p align="center"><strong>How much of a rebel are you?</strong> <p align="center"><i>How much of a rebel is it possible to be?</i> <p align="center"><strong>What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?</strong> <p align="center"><i>I banished a goddess once (long story; again, read the book).</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is your idea of happiness?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Darius deCompostela.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is your current state of mind?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Groovy, man.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is your most treasured possession?</strong> <p align="center"><i>My 2001 Honda Valkyrie. I call her Dolores. She's a total bitch.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is your most marked characteristic?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Physically? I have these violet (not purple, VIOLET) lowlights that are pretty awesome. Non-physically? Hell if I know. My sparkling personality, I guess.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is it that you most dislike?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Judgmental bitches - er, witches.</i> <p align="center"><strong>Which living person do you most despise?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Supreme Overlord Oliva threatened me with a Jersey Shore marathon if I gave away any spoilers. So...read the book!</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is your greatest regret?</strong> <p align="center"><i>I did a lot of things when I was young and stupid that I'm not proud of.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is the quality you most like in a man?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Loyalty.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is the quality you most like in a woman?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Strength.</i> <p align="center"><strong>Who is your favorite hero in fiction?</strong> <p align="center"><i>That guy who played Thor. What's his name? The blond one with the muscles. Delicious.</i> <p align="center"><strong>Which living person do you most admire?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Pope Francis. For a Catholic, he's all right.</i> <p align="center"><strong>If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?</strong> <p align="center"><i>I wouldn't mind being taller.</i> <p align="center"><strong>What is your motto?</strong> <p align="center"><i>Ride on.</i> <p> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RM_LI-BtIQs/VjCKihbVxwI/AAAAAAAA2-E/FGk8wruDCf4/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/-PvhqXV5lSMc/VjCKkRF3_qI/AAAAAAAA2-M/ZR6RafDeqfc/About-the-author_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></a> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6AMb76xS9i8/VjCKluPCQ9I/AAAAAAAA2-U/8AXOF1mDGZg/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/-QpmWwqa-m4M/VjCKnJqUITI/AAAAAAAA2-c/Kx9DpytXOJw/clip_image004_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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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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_Nf36zPEqAw/Vi5DFrfwkPI/AAAAAAAAEJk/l7WXIwwP1MM/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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5JX6AlGlAxI/Vi5DF_1vEyI/AAAAAAAAEJs/xK13tkGglrc/book%252520links_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?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/AVvXsEitKQ-0Ik0oHr9CbR3A6z0ub1FGU7YEZXjeitkO0hHmxxvK23Q09CLzwQ1MYTq-5dLCaIM18UE_Wr3XKkc4hSqnKBhlZ17YXyGvzcuDWIbhOIr7qaZ01XSSfvs4hbAfEgfCpcupfFszXadH/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="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ECmcAkSfASI/Vi5DGkgAX6I/AAAAAAAAEJ8/3eM2kBTfhtk/about%252520the%252520author_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?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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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/-Fgpot_4unX8/Vi8qQgzeLyI/AAAAAAAA21s/KQ-aPezW2wQ/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/-D3fnnynXk6c/Vi8qT6VOlvI/AAAAAAAA210/yfZMjDM0_Es/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.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/-ay4wHyFpJTk/Vi8qV8T3YnI/AAAAAAAA218/eMGIpRkCP74/s1600-h/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="Excerpt_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="Excerpt_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SUZo9Zbg_qQ/Vi8qXTy55XI/AAAAAAAA22E/80TqcBQqKvQ/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="308" height="67"></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/-y5_vJPIP_4Q/Vi8qY1cZMAI/AAAAAAAA22M/WAOVZMCewbA/s1600-h/clip_image004_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image004_thumb[1]" 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[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AUSsCq2OoLs/Vi8qbTxRCnI/AAAAAAAA22U/OqF6XE7ww58/clip_image004_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.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/-6BzaUZ-3R84/Vi8qdEmt-yI/AAAAAAAA22c/iKP2tpKPLPM/s1600-h/Excerpt_thumb%25255B3%25255D%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="Excerpt_thumb[3]" 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="Excerpt_thumb[3]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6mDrp5Ih09E/Vi8qehmfK8I/AAAAAAAA22k/9EeaanQxotY/Excerpt_thumb%25255B3%25255D_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="308" height="67"></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/-W05CFxHTSP8/Vi8qf26IyfI/AAAAAAAA22s/V0nyeJ4XjV4/s1600-h/clip_image006_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image006_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_image006_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HO0U1AGzlkg/Vi8qjQN5roI/AAAAAAAA220/Sw4MjiYVXlA/clip_image006_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb.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/-DFdivp4QaKg/Vi8qk082_WI/AAAAAAAA228/rjhRDe8Gak4/s1600-h/Excerpt_thumb%25255B5%25255D%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="Excerpt_thumb[5]" 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="Excerpt_thumb[5]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iHLnUjsTztI/Vi8qnY3_qlI/AAAAAAAA23E/Gj9TgTxyfoA/Excerpt_thumb%25255B5%25255D_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="308" height="67"></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> <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6KEU3RiYuhM/Vi8qpfgVmdI/AAAAAAAA23M/Ye9T6ZuCc1g/s1600-h/Giveaway_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="Giveaway_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="Giveaway_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4pbsh0uGGZE/Vi8qrHhm3sI/AAAAAAAA23U/-5PX4aOapgs/Giveaway_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="345" height="67"></a> <p align="center"><a id="rcwidget_8pyo3skq" class="rcptr" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112ffc1185/" rel="nofollow" data-template="" data-theme="classic" data-raflid="ba112ffc1185">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a> <span id="preservea32b41818dbd438b98a79bbf3527c1a1" class="wlWriterPreserve"><SCRIPT src="//widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></SCRIPT></span> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JNnPZ3wuiTM/Vi8qsuE4MMI/AAAAAAAA23c/MNfcjED2pJQ/s1600-h/About%252520the%252520author_thumb%25255B1%25255D%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="About the author_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="About the author_thumb[1]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7AFk-pjVdPI/Vi8quiPCt4I/AAAAAAAA23k/MlOpWSUsvj8/About%252520the%252520author_thumb%25255B1%25255D_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="424" height="47"></a> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tSmUwuItmJY/Vi8qv7fsHrI/AAAAAAAA23s/f4rD4dlKX4c/s1600-h/clip_image008_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image008_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_image008_thumb" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xplw-kdMLDs/Vi8qx511ZjI/AAAAAAAA230/hiCNST72ep4/clip_image008_thumb_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. She also holds a BA in English, and while in law school, she was the first female editor in chief of her university’s law review. <p>The author of the novel Love Spirits, she has trained with several New York Times best-selling writers, including Robert Allen, with more than seventy-two million books sold. <p>For more than a decade, Cachey has been traveling to Venice, the setting of her novel, on extended trips several times a year. The cafés, restaurants, and many other haunts of Venice play a prominent role in her sexy paranormal mystery-romance about a beautiful American lawyer guided by the Ghosts of Venice in the investigation of a hushed-up crime. <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00N6HDHSG">http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00N6HDHSG</a> <p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/dcachey">https://www.youtube.com/user/dcachey</a> <p>@dianacachey <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/diana.cachey">https://www.facebook.com/diana.cachey</a> <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Diana-Cachey/153347544749839">https://www.facebook.com/pages/Diana-Cachey/153347544749839</a> <p>HAUNTEDP-PALOOZA VIDEO: <a href="https://youtu.be/4wTodeBxiY8">https://youtu.be/4wTodeBxiY8</a> <p><b>T</b></p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254908113847376231.post-16231490604545601972015-10-28T08:30:00.000+02:002015-10-28T08:30:01.858+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" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IbKQih_Zd5g/Vi8lCQFLX7I/AAAAAAAA20A/Fjv1Wkdm9R4/clip_image002_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="311" align="left" height="484"></a><b>13 Most Haunted in Massachusetts</b> <p><b>Most Haunted Series</b> <p><b>Sam Baltrusis</b> <p>Genre: Paranormal/Historical <p>Date of Publication: Oct. 13, 2015 <p>ISBN: ISBN-13: 978-1516968350 <p>ASIN: ISBN-10: 1516968352 <p>Number of pages: 130 <p>Word Count: 30,000 <p>Cover Artist: Frank C. Grace <p>Book Description: <p>Paranormal journalist and "Ghosts of Boston" author Sam Baltrusis has traveled all over Massachusetts in search of New England's 13 most haunted. From the oldest continuously operating hotel the Omni Parker House in Boston to the beautiful but extremely active Haunted Victorian in Gardner, Baltrusis breathes new life into the long departed. <p><b></b> <p><b>Book Trailer: <a href="https://youtu.be/KHJU1ggXWfw">https://youtu.be/KHJU1ggXWfw</a></b> <p><b>Available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/13-Most-Haunted-Massachusetts-1/dp/1516968352/">Amazon</a></b> <p><b>The 13 Most Haunted in Massachusetts </b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p>1. S.K. Pierce Mansion, Gardner <p>2. Freetown State Forest, Bridgewater Triangle <p>3. Hammond Castle, Gloucester <p>4. Lizzie Borden's House, Fall River <p>5. Houghton Mansion, North Adams <p>6. Joshua Ward House, Salem <p>7. Longfellow's Wayside Inn, Sudbury <p>8. USS Salem, Quincy <p>9. Spider Gates Cemetery, Leicester <p>10. Boston Light, Little Brewster Island <p>11. Witch House, Salem <p>12. Victoria House, Provincetown <p>13. Boston Common, Downtown Boston <p><b></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wgEmptTMMZQ/Vi8lDllfbdI/AAAAAAAA20I/hGUY0LPfef4/s1600-h/Excerpt%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="Excerpt" 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="Excerpt" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LGhlRO22GG8/Vi8lF2JfOmI/AAAAAAAA20Q/YTnp__Ewkgg/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="292" height="59"></a> </b> <p>Chapter 1 <p>S.K. PIERCE MANSION <p>Gardner <p>Most Haunted: #1 <p>“I was told by intuitives that the spirits in the house have something very important to tell me. Does that sound crazy?” <p>—Rob Conti, S.K. Pierce Victorian Mansion’s new owner <p>A woman named Mattie Cornwell summoned me to this house. She’s been dead for more than a century. <p>In the recurring dream, I see her silhouette from a gold-colored Victorian’s second floor. She’s upset. I can see an outline of what looks like a tightly wound bun in her hair. Her clothing is late 1800s school marm and she looks much older than her actual age. I would guess she’s in her 20s. The woman is a caretaker of sorts and is protecting the home from forces out of her control. She’s losing the battle and is calling me from the light for help. <p>Think Mary Poppins but without the spoonful of sugar. In my dream, she’s serving up daggers. <p>Something horrible happened in that house and she is begging the living to help her. I could hear her singing a folk song from the window. She was throwing books and papers at me from the home’s second floor. She’s saying what I remember as “sefnock” over and over at a shadowy man who is in the room with her. I’m terrified. <p>My dream of Mattie was in 2011. I was writing what would become my first book, Ghosts of Boston: Haunts of the Hub. I initially thought she was the “stay behind” spirit, the seamstress I lovingly called “scissor sister,” who haunted my home in Somerville’s Davis Square. <p>I was wrong. <p>The dream was prophetic in a way. I didn’t make a connection to the haunted S.K. Pierce Victorian Mansion in Gardner until I saw a photo of the structure posted online in late 2014. My friends Rachel Hoffman and Tina Storer from Paranormal Xpeditions were investigating the location and I had a severe reaction when I saw a post from the Victorian structure because I’d seen it repeatedly in my dreams. <p>I swore I would never go there. But here I am—going to the very spot where Mattie Cornwell once lived. What was I thinking? <p>A friend who has intuitive abilities warned me about the shadow figure in my dreams. "That woman will suck the air out of you,” she said during an online chat. “No. I mean it. Like sitting on your chest. You won’t be able to inhale." She said the spirit's name is Maddie or Matilda. <p>I found out recently from fellow author Joni Mayhan that the former nanny at the haunted S.K. Pierce Victorian was named Mattie Cornwell. Her spirit has been in the house since the late 1800s. “Petite, with long dark hair that she wore in a bun, she once cared for the Pierce children,” wrote Mayhan in Bones In The Basement. “Chores were scheduled at specific times, and the children were taught to behave. Even though she was long dead, she remained the protector of the house, keeping it safe from trespassers and ensuring the other resident ghosts behaved themselves.” <p>Mayhan said Cornwell had crossed over and is no longer bound to the haunted Victorian. “She was the Pierce family's nanny. Mattie wasn't negative though. She was the gatekeeper and peacekeeper there, but she was inadvertently crossed over during a house cleansing in 2011,” Mayhan told me. “After she left, the really nasty ones came in. There are a few nasty female entities there, but Mattie isn't one of them.” <p>According to Mayhan’s Bones In The Basement, Cornwell died young. “She was born in 1859 in Nova Scotia, Canada. She was 21 when she came to work for the Pierce family as a servant in the house. Her primary focus was caring for the Pierce children. She was firm but loving with the children, keeping them mindful of their manners and helping them grow into the influential men they would one day become,” wrote Mayhan. “Later research would show that Mattie died at the young age of twenty-five from an acute inflammation of the hip just two years after getting married. Her tragedy would be just one among many at the Victorian mansion. It was as if the house collected them, like some people collected old coins.” <p>Rachel Hoffman, my friend from the all-female investigation team Paranormal Xpeditions, said I should be wary about the haunted house in Gardner. “You might not be able to walk in,” explained Hoffman. “I swear it's a pressure cooker. You will feel it as soon as you see it. Look into the top window and tell me what you see. Then I'll tell you.” <p>Hoffman, who was featured in a taped investigation at the mansion with Tina Storer and her sister, Danielle Medina, said the experience still haunts her. She believes the location is a portal, a vortex of sorts to the spirit world that allows both good and bad spirits to cross over. “There’s more than one story there,” she said. “There’s a story for every step you take.” <p>When PXP was investigating the mansion in late 2014, I had a strong psychic feeling that one of the investigators, Tina Storer, wasn’t safe. I sent a message to the PXP team warning them. Hoffman told me later that Storer had to be escorted out of the building because she couldn’t breath. It was like the spirits were taking the air out of her lungs. <p>“Tina had issues where the man was burned,” Hoffman told me. “At one point, she did feel protected. But it was so intense. Our temp gage was 66.6.” <p>Medina, Hoffman’s sister, was pregnant during the investigation and the group uncovered an electromagnetic voice phenomenon, or EVP, in the nursery. “We got my pregnant sister bending over to pick up a baby in the nursery and the ovilus said ‘mama,’” explained Hoffman. “My sister is a skeptic so this was profound.” <p>Hoffman and the PXP team smudged the location with a cleansing ritual involving coffin nails and sweet grass. The usual ceremony with the old standby sage simply didn’t work. “When closing out a paranormal investigation, we sometimes use coffin nails,” Hoffman explained. “I found our container used in the haunted Victorian Mansion with the bottom half of the glass jar totally gone. I wouldn't be surprised to find the nails we pounded in the ground embedded in a tree. Renovations and hands switching is stirring up the activity majorly.” <p>Yes, construction notoriously conjures up the long departed. Apparently, spirits don’t like change. <p>Rob Conti, the ringleader behind the New Jersey-based Dark Carnival and a dentist during the day, said he always wanted to own a standalone haunted attraction. The S.K. Pierce mansion was literally ripped from his childhood fantasies. He says the fact that the 7,000-square-foot mansion located at 4 Broadway in Gardner is “certified haunted” is an added bonus. <p>“Since I was 15, I always wanted a single-family haunted house,” he said. “I always had a picture in my mind of what that attraction would look like. As I got older, I tried to make this vision a reality but there were regulations in New Jersey that prohibited it.” <p>Conti, who actually didn’t visit the Victorian until the day he closed the sale on the building, said a friend posted the real estate listing for the mansion on his Facebook page. “As soon as I saw it, I knew the image of the house was the image I had in my head for the past 25 years.” <p>The new owner said he will hash out the details after the year-long renovations, but he plans to rent out the unit for 11 months of the year and will turn the space into a haunted attraction every October. Since purchasing what paranormal experts believe is the most haunted house in Massachusetts, Conti said he has been contacted by all sorts of people. <p>“I’ve been told that the spirits in the house knew who I was before I even called,” he said, sort of creeped out by the idea. “Apparently, I’m liked by the spirits in the house, which is a good thing, I hope.” <p>Conti also had a paranormal experience after walking into the structure’s dining room, the same spot investigators believe is a portal. “I started feeling dizzy and had to be escorted out of the building,” he explained. Also, the Dark Carnival owner said a contractor, who didn’t know the building’s haunted history, told him that somebody else was on the second floor when there was no one else in the house. <p>“I was also told by intuitives that the spirits in the house have something very important to tell me,” Conti continued. “Does that sound crazy?” <p>Actually, no. <p>As I stand gazing at the house that haunted my dreams for years, I replay the dream of the woman I believe to be Mattie Cornwell looking out of the second-floor window. As I walk closer to my nightmare, I’m shivering in the beauty and the madness of the moment. I think about the word “sefnock” that she chanted over and over. I hit my head as I quickly jump into the car near the S.K. Pierce mansion’s driveway searching for a notepad. I write the mystery word out phonetically. <p>Then I had an epiphany. I gasped for air. The woman’s cryptic, post-mortem plea is backwards. She’s demanding that the shadow figure … confess. <p>Cars are driving by and passengers are yelling things at me like “there’s someone behind you” and “this place is really, really haunted.” My cellphone starts to flip out and, mysteriously, seems to have a mind of its own, calling random people from my contact list. I hear what sounds like a disembodied male voice whispering in my ear: “Get out of here.” <p>I look again at the second-floor window, expecting to see Mattie Cornwell, the spirit who mistakenly crossed to the light years ago. Instead, I see a black bird, possibly a crow or a dark-colored pigeon, perched on the ledge. The white-lace curtains move as if someone is peering out of the window. <p>I can’t breathe. <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WIYoh8WbBLw/Vi8lHvl9ixI/AAAAAAAA20Y/oKGa2cotBRM/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/-Jsz1OZBgSr0/Vi8lKVPoEsI/AAAAAAAA20g/4TMQH3pDFE8/Author%252520Interview_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I have been a journalist for more than 20 years. I read the articles I wrote in my early 20s and I'm impressed that I with some of pieces I was able to craft at a young age. Yes, it's been my life for as long as I can remember. </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">My high school journalism teacher, Beverly Reinschmidt, was my mentor and inspired me to write at a young age. She recognized my potential and I don't think I would have been motivated to write books if it wasn't for her support.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">How long did it take to get your first book published?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">In 2011, I wrote a piece for STUFF magazine called "Haunted Hot Spots in Boston" and the response was strong. People loved it. At the time, I was at a crossroads in my career. After years of doing celebrity profiles and investigative features, I needed to find a new passion. I have always been sensitive to the spirit realm, but only wrote ghost stories for newspapers and magazines in October. One night I had a dream of woman wearing a church choir outfit and she told me: "You must write about us." There were several people from different eras behind her and I intuitively knew what I was supposed to do. I crafted a book proposal for "Ghosts of Boston: Haunts of the Hub" and received a greenlight from my publisher in a few days after the dream.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">In addition to writing historical-based ghost books, I teach journalism. I'm currently the coordinator of a citizen journalism program called Neighborhood View at Malden Access TV. Our team produced a 30-minute countdown TV show that will air on multiple public access stations throughout the state. I'm thrilled with the finished project and would love to do more "haunted history" TV programs in the future. I have been asked to speak at the Massachusetts State House on Wednesday, Oct. 28 and I'm genuinely honored that the state's librarian has embraced my work. In fact, they featured stories from my first three books in their "Myths and Legends" exhibit.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">"13 Most Haunted in Massachusetts" -- I'm superstitious by nature and have always been kind of freaked out about the number "13." The book is about challenging those weird superstitions and, in a way, facing my fears.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">After publishing three books with my original publisher the History Press, this is my first self-published book. I wanted to try doing it on my own and to be honest it's my favorite book so far.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I usually spend years doing research before I even pitch a book idea. This book came from research I've done since 2009. I wanted a way to include my personal experiences with the paranormal and this worked. I actually wrote this book over a five-week period. So, the research takes years and the actual writing takes weeks.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What can we expect from you in the future?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">My next book, "Haunted Provincetown," is coming in 2016. I'm currently working on my fourth book for the History Press called "Haunted Boston Harbor" which also comes out in 2016.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What genre would you place your books into?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">New England history and ghosts/hauntings.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What made you decide to write that genre of book?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">My latest, "13 Most Haunted in Massachusetts," deviates a bit from my first three books. I'm a journalist so my style is journalistically sound. My copy editor and best friend, Andrew Warburton, talked about how he liked the introductions of my last three books because they are written in a first-person style. So, I decided to write an entire book based on my personal experiences with the paranormal and I'm so glad I did. I love the way "13 Most Haunted in Massachusetts" turned out. It's genuinely scary. I had to sleep with the light on because I was terrified revisiting some of these haunts from my past.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">When I write these historical-based ghost books, I always become smitten with an unsung hero featured in my books. I'm genuinely intrigued with Mattie Cornwell, the nanny at the S.K. Pierce Victorian Mansion in Gardner.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">My high school journalism teacher, Beverly Reinschmidt, was my mentor and inspired me to write at a young age. She recognized my potential and I don't think I would have been motivated to write books if it wasn't for her support.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Oddly, I usually write at a Dunkin Donuts or a cafe near my home. </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Yes. It's hard to read a negative Amazon review when you know they didn't even read the book.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I let the ghosts guide me. So, I generally have an idea of the scope of the project and then name it early in the process.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">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..")</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">The moral is that truth is weirder than fiction.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I just received the first printed paperback and it looks absolutely beautiful thanks to photographer Frank C. Grace. His photos are just amazing. So, I prefer paperback.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What is your favorite book and Why?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Have you read it more than once?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Stephen King's "The Shining" because it terrified me as a kid and is my introduction to a true ghost story.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Speaking of "The Shining," I loved the movie version. However, Stephen King did not. I view movies and books and two separate projects. So, I actually like it when the movies deviate from the books.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite food is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Clam chowder.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite singer/group is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Guided by Voices.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite color is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Black.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite Author is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">H.P. Lovecraft.</font></font></p> <p> <p> <p> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-beYHG2dlYfg/Vi8lMvnjnCI/AAAAAAAA20o/UKv41q_xeek/s1600-h/About%252520the%252520author%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="About the author" 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="About the author" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-puEQICRXN7Y/Vi8lOoOoXtI/AAAAAAAA20w/XiGiYt1EALc/About%252520the%252520author_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></a> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jGvx8YgmxA8/Vi8lQO9ri7I/AAAAAAAA204/c9XTJyTTcKo/s1600-h/clip_image006%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="clip_image006" 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_image006" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1E_8TgREtts/Vi8lSom-n2I/AAAAAAAA21A/_rLyhYq1oLA/clip_image006_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" align="right" height="283"></a> <p>Sam Baltrusis, author of Ghosts of Boston: Haunts of the Hub and Ghosts of Salem: Haunts of the Witch City, is the former editor-in-chief of Spare Change News and teaches journalism classes at Malden Access TV (MATV). He has been featured as Boston's paranormal expert on the Biography Channel's Haunted Encounters and Paranormal State's Ryan Buell's Paranormal Insider Radio. As a side gig, Baltrusis moonlights as a guide and launched the successful ghost tours, Boston Haunts and Cambridge Haunts. In October 2014, he spearheaded a boat tour called Haunted Boston Harbor. Baltrusis is also a sought-after lecturer who speaks at dozens of paranormal-related events scattered throughout New England. In the past, he's worked for VH1, MTV.com, Newsweek, ABC Radio and as a regional stringer for The New York Times. <p><a href="http://www.13MostHaunted.com">www.13MostHaunted.com</a> <p>Twitter: @LoadedGun <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sam-Baltrusis/e/B00991S864">http://www.amazon.com/Sam-Baltrusis/e/B00991S864</a> <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/sam.baltrusis">https://www.facebook.com/sam.baltrusis</a> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254908113847376231.post-33234133290819425282015-10-27T09:30:00.000+02:002015-10-27T09:30:02.691+02:00Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Portia by Christina Bauer @CB_Bauer @sparklebooktour<div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BJngCYv6Xgk/Vgv4NTv_-2I/AAAAAAAAD6w/quj-Tz2_hXI/s1600-h/portia%252520banner%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="portia 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="portia banner" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--tpChheZ8sQ/Vgv4N0uXClI/AAAAAAAAD60/_8CkJafrE-c/portia%252520banner_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="562" height="180"></a></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: small; color: #0080c0">Presented by</span></div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kzGaDnopuBI/Vgv4OG3p5bI/AAAAAAAAD68/GsiH0M4qkvo/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/AVvXsEjPjFlkepkWBKHSZux_xUx4J_jpg4BQlL3RVgB0Q4yrAxc2-Laf_fD-y0NKXhz9moDv4ZFJ1vrIpgvycl01kTIfefLmJALb1bXJwPMAtyflT3MN-1obvdOTYubg8C9Ux3DjUllvk5dLd3dB/?imgmax=800" width="240" height="224"></a></div> <div align="center"> </div>Title: Portia <br>Series: Angelbound Offspring <br>Vol or Book #: 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-YWwwppvKbNhe1RRO9EoXzIr31mtnwycXbfnbgBATmv2v95C_mFQPgjXkt5balBvBB7e8Uwjq3aDU26JDFe9luYebzenI4fhd-A551QmRJzuU5vPnPauaP7XqQR3Vc48YDHFEV0bBskxb/s1600-h/portia%252520gif%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="portia 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="portia gif" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwES9oHdvbzqUja-wpz3VQa5pbFtTuYC0bZxCpw3NVUoZ4gXbrVRB_dtbL5jkVQI2OfnZdPc3Oj1uRChgkuDLbjTUu7q7ExlTfiMxhGKV92Jvsx0_bhy4gmw1iCSuoi_a0FMjKKVqO6Ag/?imgmax=800" width="357" align="right" height="271"></a> <br>Author: Christina Bauer <br>Audience: Adult 18+ <br>Genre: Romance/Fantasy <br>Format: E-book and Paperback <br>Publisher: Ink Monster LLC <br>Cover by: Art by Ana Cruz, Graphics by Paddy Donnelly <br>Editor: Ink Monster LLC <br>Pages: 250 pages <br>ISBN: 9780990635246 <br>ASIN: B00W2A9Q0G <br>Date Published: 10-27-15 <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"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJZzEycHvXgsa4j5N3b9ANZr0Rs16gzykVAG6jB5Uz53NHga-KIyen3gJXG1HUUlGD1cZM0lBtPZuiWfWqvX_2-L4ZcfkIWrbSgYp-sVeWdrqQBrB2u2sAjdylvqVaWByFH0zo463Xsej/s1600-h/blurb%252520%2525281%252529%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img title="blurb (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="blurb (1)" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XHVTYa69r4c/Vgv4QiTR_cI/AAAAAAAAD7k/HwmPubY6C9Q/blurb%252520%2525281%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="301" height="99"></a></div> <div align="center">Unlike her famous older brother Maxon, Princess Portia isn't known for killing demons or attracting admirers. The reason why is simple: a spell was cast on Portia, and the magic has marked her to one day transform into a dreaded Void demon. To fight this horrible fate, Portia’s spent her life hiding in libraries and learning magic. But when the Void demons threaten to destroy all the after-realms—and the handsome dragon Emperor Tempest offers his help—then Portia suspects that her future holds more than just a demonic metamorphosis. 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After pulling open the fancy wooden door, I step inside a large and empty foyer. Well, it’s almost empty. <br>The President of Purgatory is waiting for me. Not good. <br>Even worse, her mouth is pressed into a thin and frustrated line. No question why she’s unhappy. My lecture on Magic Across The After-Realms should’ve started twenty minutes ago. <br>“Portia, you’re finally here,” she sighs. “We were getting frantic.” <br>The President’s known for being tough on crime, graft, and well, everything really. But she’s also my grandmother. When it comes to family, Gram’s a softie who worries like crazy. I should know, being a softie myself. I give her a quick peck on the cheek. “So sorry, Gram. I got caught up.” <br>Gram’s tail sways warily over her right shoulder. No shock, there. Every quasi-demon in Purgatory has a tail. Gram’s variety is long and black with an arrowhead-shaped end and a mind of its own. Currently, that mind totally suspects that I’m up to something. <br>Good suspicion, actually. <br>“What are you working on this time?” asks Gram. “Is it dangerous magic? Please tell me you’re being safe.” <br>“No, it’s not dangerous at all,” I say. <br>Which isn’t entirely true. <br>My cheeks redden with guilt, but I can’t exactly admit that I was up all night trying to track Void demons by casting spells with an enchanted canopic jar. It’s super-tricky stuff. 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Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?</b> <p align="center">I always wanted to be a storyteller. In fact, I started telling ‘my stories’ as soon as I could talk. By the time I hit first grade, the nuns had to set aside ‘story time’ for me at the end of the day so I wouldn’t interrupt class anymore! To this day, stories are going on in my head 24-7. My Aunt was a writer, so she steered me in that direction from an early age. Guess I was lucky she didn’t work in an asylum, because I sometimes wonder where my behavior could have sent me otherwise! <p align="center"><b>2. When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?</b> <p align="center">I don’t know that I’ve ever accepted that title. I consider myself a storyteller and an entertainer. For me, the ‘writer with a capital W’ falls in the same category as ‘literature with a capital L.’ I work my ass off on everything I create, but there’s a whole writing world out there that I still don’t totally feel tethered to. <p align="center"><b>3. How long did it take to get your first book published?</b> <p align="center">My first book was published with an Indie publisher out of the state of Washington. I’m an entrepreneur, and even their indie style made me give up too much control for my taste! It wasn’t until years later that I felt ready to make another go of it with Ink Monster and my current partner in crime, Aileen Latcham! Owning my own show has been a much better fit for me! <p align="center"><b>4. Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?</b> <p align="center">My day job is in software marketing for a company called Zerto, which makes disaster recovery software. I’ve spent twenty years selling electronic files through partners, and that experience has directly played over into the business side of founding Ink Monster publishing. I’ve been able to bring over a lot of my high-tech experience to that side of the house. It’s one of the reasons why Ink Monster focuses solely on ebooks. <p align="center"><b>5. 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"><i>Portia</i>. It’s the story of a girl, a quest, and a hot dragon Emperor. <p align="center"><b>6. Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?</b> <p align="center">Ink Monster has moved more than a half-million ebooks in two years. Not sure when/if we’ve crossed the line from being self-published to being an official publisher, but I’m not sure it matters so much, either. We’re having a ball and creating stories that people love. What else is there for a writer? <p align="center"><b>7. How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?</b> <p align="center">Before I started Ink Monster, I’d say 2-3 years. It was tough! Now that I have my fellow writer monsters around me, it’s much easier. We work as a team to plot things out using a <a href="http://wp.me/p3Nha3-pD">beat sheet methodology</a> and are pretty rigorous throughout the process. Now, I run about six months. <p align="center"><b>8. 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’m currently working on a new fantasy-romance series called <i>Beholder</i>. After that, I have a rotating schedule of paranormal romance, sci-fi romance, and fantasy romance worlds set up to go. I’m planned out through 2020. Lots of my ideas are here on my <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/bauermonster/">Pinterest boards</a>. <p align="center"><b>9. What genre would you place your books into?</b> <p align="center">Fantasy-romance. <p align="center"><b>10. What made you decide to write that genre of book?</b> <p align="center">It writes me, if that makes any sense. Like I said, my stories go I my head 24-7. I write get them out on paper as soon as I can to make room for new ones. <p align="center"><b>11. Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?</b> <p align="center">Right now, I am in serious love with the dragon Emperor Tempest from <i>Portia</i>.<b> </b>He showed up in the second book in the <i>Angelbound</i> series and wouldn’t get out of my head until I wrote his story. Hopefully, when you read the book, you’ll see why.<b> </b> <p align="center"><b>12. 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 go to my favorite Starbucks and hit my favorite table (back corner.) The employees there know me and save my spot. After that, I turn on my headphones, crank my tunes, and write the shit out of whatever I need to get done. That’s where I am right now! <p align="center"><b>13. Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?</b> <p align="center">Every single one. My readers give phenomenal feedback and insights. You are a critical part of the team! <p align="center"><b>14. How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?</b> <p align="center">Four words: work my ass off. I have a complex set of rules here: <ul> <li> <div align="center">Language basis for the culture</div> <li> <div align="center">Set up societal structure</div> <li> <div align="center">Build out key stuff on Pinterest with reference art</div></li></ul> <p align="center">I love/hate this part of writing. Sometimes I wish I could snap into an already-created world, but that loses some of the fun for me. I like to tweak our current world in some way and see how people react. For <i>Angelbound, </i>there’s the essential question: what if in the next life, they know as little as we do now? <p align="center"><b>15. 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">I build out the names last. For example, the thrax demon fighters in<i> Angelbound</i> have a history where they come out of Roman times. So, Latin became the basis for all their naming structures. The Furor dragons were an offshoot of ancient Greece, so everything there is based on Greek naming. It goes on and on. <p align="center"><b>16. 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">Oh, I decide what the characters are gong to be like, all right. Then, they kick my ass and tell me what they want to be. For example, I wanted Portia to be a playgirl at one point. She was having none of that bullshit. She wanted to be a bookworm and researcher, that you very much. That’s all part of the fun!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254908113847376231.post-31525679490083161482015-10-27T08:30:00.000+02:002015-10-27T08:30:01.072+02:00Book Blast: Time For Eternity by Susan Squires @susansquires<div style="text-align: center"><img class="alignnone" alt="" src="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/time-for-eternity-blitz-banner.jpg" width="625" height="349"></div> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #33cccc"><b>BOOK INFORMATION</b></span></h2> <div style="text-align: center"><b>TITLE</b> – Time For Eternity <b>SERIES</b> – The DaVinci Time Travel Series, Book 1 <b>AUTHOR</b> – Susan Squires <b>GENRE</b> – Regency Paranormal Romance <b>PUBLICATION DATE</b> – October 27th, 2015 <b>LENGTH</b> – 384 pages <b>PUBLISHER</b> – Independent <b>COVER ARTIST</b> – Rebecca Poole, Dreams2Media</div> <hr> <a style="margin-bottom: 1em; float: left; clear: left; margin-right: 1em" href="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/time-for-eternity-cover.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img class="alignleft" border="0" alt="" src="https://tonyaloveslife.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/time-for-eternity-cover.jpg" width="311" height="467"></a> <h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: #33cccc"><b>BOOK SYNOPSIS</b></span></h2> <div style="text-align: justify">Desire and destiny collide in this novel—first in a stunning new series—from <i>New York Times </i>Bestselling author Susan Squires.</div> <div style="text-align: justify"></div> <div style="text-align: center"><b>Tempted by Fate</b></div> <div style="text-align: center"><b></b></div> <div style="text-align: justify">Once, Frankie Suchet loved Henri Foucault—and it cost her everything. 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> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254908113847376231.post-79380102869157504622015-10-26T10:00:00.002+02:002015-10-26T10:00:05.256+02:00Book Blast & Interview: Heat -A Soldiers of Fortune Romance by Aubrey Irons<p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xRGtYr6HVx0/VizEDJcxZ1I/AAAAAAAA2wI/6FQNoxebHyo/s1600-h/Heat-Banner-851-x-3153.png"><img title="Heat 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="Heat Banner 851 x 315" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HbF-E9QBivw/VizEGY5ouzI/AAAAAAAA2wQ/UKC7ZIyRymw/Heat-Banner-851-x-315_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="644" height="241"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jNdPQa1efAs/VizEHhpZ2aI/AAAAAAAA2wY/2_ENOBF--D8/s1600-h/book%252520blast%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="book blast" 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="book blast" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GNIOw1a0H3c/VizEI6b6UgI/AAAAAAAA2wg/Lc4GCk47gqo/book%252520blast_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="367" height="59"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JXGzhaNJb5U/VizEKJfoW1I/AAAAAAAA2wo/8b2hPtMhnHM/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/-W2SZyhPeV8s/VizELnEdFHI/AAAAAAAA2ww/HS_BA730yLU/clip_image002_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="329" align="left" height="484"></a><b>Heat </b> <p><b>A Soldiers of Fortune Romance</b> <p><b>Aubrey Irons</b> <p>Genre: Contemporary Romance, Military Romance, <p>New Adult Romance, Billionaire Romance, <p>Alpha Male, Bad-Boy <p>Date of Publication: 8/11/15 <p>ASIN: B013TVO5VQ <p>Number of pages: 237 (kindle) <p>Word Count: 58,000 <p>Cover Artist: Aubrey Irons <p>Book Description: <p>Five years ago, that cocky, egotistical a**hole played me like a fool and broke my heart. <p>Hudson Banks; the dominant, tattooed, womanizing, ex-Marine-turned-billionaire who runs God-knows-what at my late father’s company. <p>Oh, and he’s sexy as all f**k, and he damn well knows it. <p>He’s like a gasoline fire; a scorchingly hot disaster, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to get burned. <p>I’m on track to be the youngest New York State Senator ever elected; the bright, gutsy, good-girl media darling. Except my campaign funding just went dry, and it looks like the only solution is coming from the last person on Earth I’d ever want to take anything from. Oh, and it turns out bad-boy, tough-guy Hudson will be shadowing me 24/7 after he makes it clear that he’s in charge of "protecting the investment". <p>Yeah, just perfect; a reckless, irresistible d*ck like Hudson Banks is the last person I need being “in charge” of anything to do with me. <p>Especially when I still can’t forget the taste of his lips or the feeling of that massive hardness I know he’s packing between his legs. It’s not fair that he’s even hotter now than he was back then. It’s not fair that those smoldering, arrogant eyes and that cocky, panty-melting grin still make me warm in places they shouldn’t. And it’s definitely not fair that five years later, I still can’t get him out of my head. <p>So it looks like I’ve got two races on my hands: the one for election, and the one against the burning heat threatening to tear us both apart. But on the sprint to the finish line, what happens when the man who has everything comes up against the one thing he can’t have? <p>**This is a standalone, HEA novel** <p><b>Available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heat-A-Soldiers-Fortune-Romance-ebook/dp/B013TVO5VQ">Amazon</a></b> <p><b></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z5ebt999MK4/VizEMmsHGCI/AAAAAAAA2w4/nBIkGxzNTVM/s1600-h/Excerpt%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="Excerpt" 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="Excerpt" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4hnH0tEkOk8/VizEOI43XvI/AAAAAAAA2xA/jF-TtyEYNms/Excerpt_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="292" height="59"></a></b> <p>My heart is pounding as I slam the door shut to my room. I’m pacing the floor, the blood roaring in my ears and hot across my face as I bring one of my fingers to my lips and chew at the cuticle; a habit I’ve been trying to kick since I was a kid. Shit; I just walked in on Hudson totally naked with those absolutely insane abs, those grooved muscles of his hips and that holy-fucking-shit HUGE cock. I can feel the blush bloom hotter through my face as I think of that particular part of him again; the part that had me staring and frozen like I was under a spell of some kind. It’s the part of him that has me wetter than I’ve ever been as the mental image of it sears itself into my brain. <p>I’m used to living alone, but I can’t believe I just barged in through a closed bathroom door. And I stayed! Why on earth hadn’t I just turned on my heal and bolted as soon s I’d seen him, instead of staring at him and his- his cock like I was some sort of sex-starved, tongue-tied weirdo! And what was I thinking letting him get that close to me, so close that I actually felt him against my thigh like that. <p>‘Say the word, Reagan’ <p>My breath comes shaking as the desire floods through me, and I stop pacing to lean my forehead against the door. I have no idea where I possibly found the ability to say no, and as I feel my pulse throbbing in my ears and between my legs, I almost wish I could go back in time and try a different answer. <p>“Reagan.” <p>The knock at my door makes me jump, makes my heart leap into my throat; “Go away, Hudson.” I croak out. It takes every ounce of my control to keep my voice level and not betray the quaver I’m trying so hard to contain; “And learn to lock the damn door!” <p>I can hear him growl in the hallway; “Will you just open this one and we can ta-“ <p>“There’s nothing to talk about.” My eyes are clenched tightly, my fingers digging into my palms as I chew at my lip, not sure if I want to will him to walk away or break the door down and take me right here and now. I can hear him swear under his breath on the other side of the door and then I jump at the sound of a palm slamming flat against the doorframe. <p>“Damnit, Reagan, open-“ <p>“There’s nothing to talk about, Hudson.” I saw quietly; “Just lock the door next time.” <p>Please don’t ask me to open this door again or I know I will, I think, chewing at my lip with my eyes closed tight. I’m so close to the edge that I know if he asks me again there’s no way I’ll be able to say no. I clench my eyes closed even tighter, feeling my body shiver with desire and feeling the heat pulsing between my legs. Please, ask me- <p>The door to the guest room slamming shut down the hallway makes me jump, and I let my breath out suddenly, realizing I’ve been holding it. I count to three, and then ten, and then fifty before I open my door. I poke my head out to see that the hallways is clear, before I slip out and pad barefoot to the bathroom. <p>It’s still steamy in here from him, though I guess he never got a chance to take a shower before I barged in. There’s a bottle of aftershave lying on the sink next to a razor, and before I can stop myself, I’m holding the bottle to my nose and smelling his scent; letting it fill my senses as the steam of the room swirls around me. His aftershave hasn’t changed, and the smell instantly has me back there, back where we came so close. His hands are on me again, pushing me against the stone behind us as he kisses me; his hardness pressing hotly against my thigh through his pants. <p>I blush crimson, knowing that as of seven minutes ago, I know exactly what that hardness looks like. <p>I shake my head to clear it as I reach to turn on the water, trying to shake him out of my thoughts. The aftershave hasn’t changed, and as much as I want to think the man who wears it has with this whole new sober, healthy, helpful and positive Hudson, I know it’s just a new facade. People don’t change, not like that. <p>But when I step under the hot spray of the water, he’s still in my head; all of him. And as much as I want him gone from my thoughts, as the water teases electrically over my skin, the vivid image of his rock-hard body and his big cock standing a foot away from where I stand now invade every corner of my brain. I’m wet; far wetter than I’d be just from standing under a shower head, and before I can stop it, I’m pushing my hands down over my hips and over my stomach, and sliding them lower. My fingers roll over my aching clit, making me gasp quietly as I lean my forehead against the tile wall. A moan as soft as the steam rising around me escapes my lips as I rub myself there, picturing Hudson standing hot and ripped and naked right in front of me, so close that I can feel the heat from his body, and then closer still as I feel the throbbing heat of his erection press against my thigh. I picture myself letting him go further then, instead of pushing him away like I did. His mouth is on mine, sliding down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth before he slides lower still until he’s sliding his tongue deep into my wetness as I buck against his mouth. I moan again, louder this time as I slide a finger over my entrance and push it inside. I’m squeezing my eyes shut tight, already feeling myself start to tumble as I rock my hips to grind my clit against the palm of my hand as I picture Hudson wrapping my legs around his muscled waist and sliding that big, hard- <p>The bathroom door slams open; “Is my toothbrush-“ <p>“Hudson!” But its not a cry of anger or shock, or even surprise; its me crying out his name as I come. And gasping out his name as my body begins to shatter pushes me tumbling over that sweet edge as my climax explodes through me. <p>“I- uh-“ His voice is choked, and as I look up through the semi-frosted clear shower curtain, I see him staring at me as he backs out of the room; “Sorry.” <p>The door shuts, and I slump against the wall, feeling like I want to turn to liquid and let the water pelting down on top of me carry me right down the drain along with it. <p>It’s a frosted shower curtain, so- no, there’s no way- <p>The water and the steam swirl around me as I slide to my knees in the tub and curl my legs up to my chin as I rock myself. He couldn’t have; God he couldn't have. <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KF3zpHEPk_Q/VizEPD0XwjI/AAAAAAAA2xI/GWprQU_DwDU/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/-_Bb9mWQuIbU/VizEQjsp2UI/AAAAAAAA2xQ/42QV7HELEbY/Author%252520Interview_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">I wrote my first "book" at age five. It was about a squirrel and a rabbit who became best friends over their shared love of acorns. Years later, after I'd learned that rabbits do not, in fact, eat acorns, I wrote my triumphant sophomore work at the age of thirteen. Book 2 was actually my first borderline foray into romance; a short story about a vampire queen and a Crusades knight. It was <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">extremely</i> steamy and, well, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">quite</i> graphic. When my mother found it, she told me I was being "filthy", and then took away my MTV privileges. The seed was planted...</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt" color="#222222">Ages three through ten I think I actually wanted to be a Disney princess, varying between Cinderella, Jasmine, and Tinkerbell. After that, I was dead-set on being a female Indian Jones discovering hidden archaeological wonders and kicking bad-guy butt. I went to college for the career I ended up choosing, while keeping writing as just a “sometimes”-hobby I did here and there.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt" color="#222222">I want to say “when I published my first book”, but that’s a bad way of looking at things or measuring success. I know <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">plenty</i> of amazing chefs who are otherwise moms and lawyers, or stunningly incredible musicians who are otherwise high-school teachers and volunteer firefighters. That said, I think I finally was like “hey, I’m a real writer” when my husband pointed out that I’d just finished a 60k word novel.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">How long did it take to get your first book published?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Eight hours. I’m a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">huge</i> proponent of the way self-publishing has changed the way we write, read, and discover new books, and I think things like Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited program are the best thing to happen to books since maybe the printing press. Writing my first book was one thing, but actually <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">publishing</i> it took 15 minutes on Amazon followed by seven hours and forty-five minutes of review time before it went live.</font></font></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Not anymore! I went full-time as an author about a year ago, and I haven’t looked back. The boring old day job we’ll just refer to as the “Job-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named” from here on out ;).</font></font></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><font style="font-size: 11pt">Scorch</font></i><font style="font-size: 11pt"> is my latest, and was actually both a challenge and a blast to write. The series is three men and the three daughters of the man who saved them from their demons and made them who they are in the world. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">But</i>, the series is also four books, which means I threw a monkey wrench into things with book three.</font></font></font></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">The hero of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Scorch</i> is actually the bad guy from book 2, and he was <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">quite</i> the bad guy. Turning him into the tortured, broken hero of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Scorch</i> was a challenge, but a ton of fun once I got going.</font></font></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">Self publish all the way!</font></font></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000">I’m a real task-master to myself; well, at least I try to be. I try and make myself get from concept to finished book in under a month.</font></font></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What can we expect from you in the future?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">I’m finishing up the final book in the Soldiers of Fortune series right now. After that, I’ve got a few standalone novels already planned, and then I’m working on brainstorming a spin-off series from book four of the Soldiers of Fortune series.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What genre would you place your books into?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">My books are about bold, sassy, and inteligent women and hot, cocky, and quite typically forbidden bad-boys. So far, my books are firmly in the Military and Contemporary romance genres, but I have plans for both a Motorcycle Club series and a few standalone Stepbrother Romance books.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What made you decide to write that genre of book?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">My books take on a mind of their own once I get going with the idea. I came up with the original character ideas for Hudson and Reagan for my first book, and from there, the story just evolved into this whole series of these dark and broken ex-marines and the women they fall for.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font color="#222222"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt">So</font></span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt"> hard to choose! I have a soft spot in my heart for Hudson, the hero of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Heat</i>, but I have to say I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">loved</i> writing Logan and Javier in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Burn </i>and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Scorch</i>, respectively. Javier was a real challenge since he was the seriously bad bad guy from Logan’s book and I had to turn that dark character into someone the reader could love in book three.</font></span></b></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">I guess to a certain degree, I’ve been a “writer” for almost as long as I can remember; from strange picture books about squirrels as a little girl to horrendously cliched poetry in high-school. I decided to become a full-time <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">professional</i> writer about a year ago, and I guess that was a decision born of a few things. For one, I think I finally decided to listen to all the people saying “hey, you know, you should write”, and for two, I hit the breaking point with my boring day job. I’d had a fairly successful fan-fiction blog going for a few years as a hobby (fan of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">what</i>, I will carry with me to the grave; embarrassment overload ;) ), and I guess I finally decided to take it to another level. I took a page from the E. L. James book and turned some of my fan-fiction into short erotic romance stories and self-published them. When they did way better than I could have ever imagined, I wrote more, and then more after that. Eventually, I decided to go big, and started writing my first novel. After that, I was hooked.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">I have <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">very</i> strangely found Taylor Swift to be my go-to writing music; no idea why or how since I’d never listened to her before. It’s that or the “productive morning” mix on Spotify, or my own “sexy writing mix”. I plant my butt in my chair by the window at my computer, and do writing sprints of 25 minutes with 5 minute breaks for as long as I can manage.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">Absolutely! I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">love</i> reading reviews; good or bad! Feedback makes you a better writer, and if you’re not trying to get better, what’s the point?</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">I have the hardest time with titles, so definitely book first. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Heat</i> came about as a dual reference to the obvious sexual and romantic connotations, but also since the heroine of the book is running a political <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">race</i>; i.e. “heat.” From there, the whole series took on that dual-meanings of fire references.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">Most of the books in my series so far are predominately set in New York City, since I live here and know the place. The character names have been anything from baby names my husband and I liked but found to be way to “sexy” to actually name your child, to even waking up in the middle of the night with a name on my tongue. Javier, from book three though, is pretty much named directly after Javier Bardem, because <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">YUMMM</i>.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">For me at least, having the name is the gateway to just exploring the character. I really like my heroes and heroines to become real people; friends of yours that you don’t want to say goodbye to when the book ends. A name is the anchor of who someone is, and after that, I just let the character develop his or herself. I’ve only changed a character name once after starting a book, when my husband and I fell in love with the name for a possible baby-name, and there was no way I was going to name my child that after the racy things the character was going to get up to in the book!</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">Same answer as the previous question. I let my characters become who they will once I start writing. I find that trying to mold them into who I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">want</i> them to be is counterproductive. They’ve got a will of their own and a story to tell, and it’s my job as a writer to let that happen.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">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..")</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">If you read the books backwards and upside-down, there are hidden directions to the location of the secret Knights Templar treasure I’ve buried.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; line-height: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 9.5pt" color="#222222">;)</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt" color="#222222">Ugh, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">such</i> the hot topic these days! I am <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">very</i> nostalgic, and I honestly own entirely too many gorgeous, well-loved and well-read hardcover and paper books. But honestly; those things get heavy. I used to be quite the snob about people reading ebooks, but I have to admit, I’ve been converted now; I love them. I’ve got a Kindle with something like 80 books on it right now that fits in my purse. I mean, that’s sort of hard to beat. If a book is just stunning though, the nostalgic in me still goes out and at least gets the paperback too.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">What is your favorite book and Why?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Have you read it more than once?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt" color="#222222">I’ve read <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Sun Also Rises</i> by Hemingway about once a year ever since my dad gave me a copy for my 16th birthday. I’ve also cried every time I’ve finished it.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><font color="#222222"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt">So</font></span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt"> depends on the movie and the book! There have been some truly amazing books turned into truly terrible films, and some fairly mediocre books turned into stunning movies! I think the Harry Potter and the Lord of the Rings movies are utterly <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">perfect</i> film versions of the truly great books they came from. </font></span></b></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt" color="#222222">The there are books like <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Golden Compass</i> books which are truly <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">beautiful</i> stories. The movie version is just heartbreaking to watch, and not just because they stopped at one, but because they missed the feel of it entirely.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite food is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt" color="#222222">Chocolate, obviously. Also salmon, though separately.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite singer/group is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt" color="#222222">I love Americana and bluegrass music, especially a lot of the older country stuff like Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings. I could also melt into a happy puddle for the rest of my life listening to Ray Lamontagne’s voice.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite color is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt" color="#222222">Blue.</font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#000000"> </font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 13pt" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color: "><font face="Calibri"><font style="font-size: 11pt" color="#ff0000">Your favorite Author is?</font></font></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in 0pt; line-height: normal" align="center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family: ; color: ; mso-fareast-font-family: arial"><font style="font-size: 10pt" color="#222222">Aubrey Irons. *Cheesy Grin* Other than that, unabashedly Ernest Hemingway. </font></span></b></p> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gsup4aM96I8/VizERqL3G_I/AAAAAAAA2xY/b7HV5IhEcvw/s1600-h/About%252520the%252520author%25255B3%25255D.gif"><img title="About the author" 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="About the author" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MVkZA5mpQHE/VizETd1XqNI/AAAAAAAA2xg/tXx84iy0uLM/About%252520the%252520author_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></a> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <p><b></b> <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/-Z5SPRvS5kcY/VizEVSXZreI/AAAAAAAA2xo/h8sFsWGaJQ8/s1600-h/clip_image0043.png"><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/-fR2I7HEHOf8/VizEXFY7EXI/AAAAAAAA2xw/EwLHETW398c/clip_image004_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="179" align="right" height="193"></a> <p>Aubrey Irons enjoys writing about bold, sassy, and intelligent women and the hot, cocky, and quite typically forbidden alpha males who love and lust for them; gripping stories, happy endings, and enough heat to keep things extra steamy! <p>In the real world, Aubrey is kept plenty entertained by her own tattooed Marine husband, their precocious and adorable three year old, and one very ill-behaved puppy. <p><a href="http://www.aubreyirons.com/">http://www.aubreyirons.com/</a> <p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/AubreyIronsRomance">https://www.facebook.com/AubreyIronsRomance</a> <p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14214446.Aubrey_Irons">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14214446.Aubrey_Irons</a> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2254908113847376231.post-62709880940922036092015-10-26T10:00:00.001+02:002015-10-26T10:00:07.376+02:00Book Blast & Interview: Mortal Magick by Patty Taylor @pattyt444<p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nanzuy_P4-w/VizCM1KPdEI/AAAAAAAA2uM/VJ0Xs1Po1W0/s1600-h/Mortal-Magick-Banner-851-x-3153.png"><img title="Mortal Magick 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="Mortal Magick Banner 851 x 315" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DvH66aipWdY/VizCTGrn9xI/AAAAAAAA2uU/xIyggDOE1wU/Mortal-Magick-Banner-851-x-315_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="644" height="241"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DMwuVOqxnys/VizCURZO6nI/AAAAAAAA2uc/IfI0X0en9mY/s1600-h/book-blast3.gif"><img title="book blast" 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="book blast" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A_ZJwMYp770/VizCbV4XJNI/AAAAAAAA2uk/ZN1ttxtlau0/book-blast_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="367" height="59"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2VlA1V-8FNs/VizCcXpYM7I/AAAAAAAA2us/iLjg3XmYsx0/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/-wiGjU9CCHlQ/VizCed8HsDI/AAAAAAAA2u0/k7SRU0rPnFA/clip_image002_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" align="left" height="484"></a><b>Mortal Magick</b> <p><b>Highlander Magick Series</b> <p><b>Book One</b> <p><b>Patty Taylor</b> <p>Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy/ <p>Time Travel Romance <p>Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing <p>Date of Publication: June 8, 2015 <p>ISBN: 978-1-61935-834-8 <p>ASIN: B00ZAJ8GL6 <p>Number of pages:176 pages <p>Word Count: 57K <p>Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone <p>Book Description: <p>When an immortal Highlander falls in love with a human witch, “Mortal Magick” soon casts a spell of its own. <p>Doomed for eternity to wander nights as half man and half creature, rugged Highlander, Duncan McCord, discovers his curse is the least of his problems when he sets out for a cure and rescues the beauty determined to help tame his beast. <p>When a reluctant witch, Keara, gets whisked back to 18th century mystical Isle of Skye to learn lessons in magic, she faces the true test of love when she meets the man beyond her wildest dreams burdened with dark secrets from his past. <p>Forced together to journey through an enchanted country filled with mythical creatures and magical lore, will they survive in a world where evil sorcery reigns, or will a shocking twist of fate tear them centuries apart? <p><b>Available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mortal-Magick-Patty-Taylor-ebook/dp/B00ZAJ8GL6/">Amazon</a></b> <p><b><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UTYHXcmy_l8/VizCf9HjNtI/AAAAAAAA2u8/3INGxeLo3tU/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/-suHgb0APYis/VizChG4ZSoI/AAAAAAAA2vE/3Ix4AEYHamE/Excerpt_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="292" height="59"></a> </b> <p><i>Trotternish ∙ Isle of Skye, Scotland ∙ October 7, 1797</i> <p>Duncan McCord wanted a woman. His entire body and soul hungered for a special lass’ touch. The one destined for his love, whom he would call kindred spirit. His stomach tightened, a pain ripping through him like the slice of a broadsword. This canna happen. Not now, not ever. Reality hastily slapped him back to his senses. He vowed never to be foolish enough to let himself fall into another vixen’s treacherous traps. <p>Dark, threatening clouds rolled over Scotland’s glorious mountain peaks in the distance. The muscles in his legs rippled, gripping both sides of his mount. His stallion, Goliath, snorted and stopped short in his tracks. His enormous hooves stomped the hard ground. <p>“Aye, ‘tis all right, me friend. Just a bad storm startin’ to brew. What a grand spot to rest for the night.” Duncan bent down and stroked the neck of the black steed then swung his leg over and jumped to the ground, beginning to remove both gear and saddle. <p>Goliath neighed, his breath white in the cold air. <p>A gust of frigid air swept around Duncan’s feet, spiraling its way beneath his woolen plaid. Leaves rustled from the biting breeze as they whispered danger through the towering pines. <p>Goliath snorted again and reared his mighty head. <p>The sweet scent of honeysuckle filled Duncan’s flaring nostrils and jabbed his memory. The pleasing fragrance was soon replaced with the putrid smell of dead worms and rotten leaves. Clenching his fists, his knuckles cracked. Short hairs bristled on the back of his neck. Wicked laughter echoed through the Highland hills. <p>A woman’s teasing, silky voice sparked his memory, whispering poison in his ears. <p>“Your journey is for naught, my beloved Duncan. I see you’re still stubborn as always. Your horse seems to have more common sense than you.” <p>The snicker became a cackle. Invisible fingers like fuzzy feathers tickled his whiskers, making his face twitch. <p>“I see ye still didna have the guts to face me, ye bloody she-devil. Afraid ye might finally get what ye rightfully deserve?” Stone-faced, he shouted into empty space. “I promise, witch. Ye won’t be laughin’ for verra much longer.” <p>“Careful, my spirited lover. You don’t want to wake the inner beast before sunset. <p>*** <p>“Duncan lunged from the damp forest floor. His splayed hooves clip-clopped on top of a boulder. His nostrils flared from the irresistible lingering lavender scent. He cocked his head to the side, his keen hearing caught her every breath as each step she took brought her dangerously closer. “Aye, the damn fool-headed woman! She’s done wandered off again.” <p>He snarled at a shooting star plummeting to the ground. Like a bubbling cauldron of fire, it spit an outburst of flames across the moonlit sky. “Aye, the bonny wee lass is headed straight for a trap.” Clenching his fists, he veered back his head and wailed.” <p> <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IrHXuxz9hqM/VizCiLibB_I/AAAAAAAA2vM/M1siJY82XgA/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/-NJtOC5uoYAA/VizCjiGWYQI/AAAAAAAA2vU/la9zoveoE2s/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">I always dreamt of becoming a published writer since I was little, but unfortunately, I didn’t start to pursue my dream until approx. 3 years ago. <p align="center"><strong>When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?</strong> <p align="center">Around 20 years ago, but I didn’t have enough self confidence in my writing to share with others. <p align="center"><strong>How long did it take to get your first book published?</strong> <p align="center">It took me one year to complete writing Mortal Magick. I began sending out queries and submissions to publishers soon after, and within six months, I received my first 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">Yes. I didn’t plan on it, but my path led me towards working fulltime in the construction field. I’ve been an assistant project manager working with different construction firms, and I also do billing. I even worked behind the counter and did invoicing for a plumbing wholesaler for several years. <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">Sea Wolf Magick, which is book 2 of my new Highlander Magick series – here’s a wee peek my tagline, which is slightly over 20 words: "When a seafaring Highlander Lycan, rescues a cursed witch from the clutches of evil, a magical voyage fueled by fire and ice ignites more than just passion across the high seas." <p align="center"> <p align="center"><strong>Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?</strong> <p align="center">Soul Mate Publishing <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">For me, this depends on 2 important factors J I need to get excited and motivated to get my mind focused on one particular project. My imagination runs wild with all sorts of ideas for a variety of different stories. It took me 7 months to complete my latest project, Sea Wolf Magick. <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">Definitely more fantasy/paranormal books, but I’m leaning more towards Young Adult fiction. <p align="center"><strong>What genre would you place your books into?</strong> <p align="center">Definitely fantasy/paranormal <p align="center"><strong>What made you decide to write that genre of book?</strong> <p align="center">I have always loved fantasy and paranormal books and movies. <p align="center"><strong>Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?</strong> <p align="center">Wee Darby - I soon found that the more personality and magical characteristics I bestowed on creating this whimsical character , how quickly this wee codger worked his own magick and won my heart. I have some exciting plans for Darby. So keep watching my blog site, as he’s expected to pop in for a visit in the near future <p align="center"><strong>How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?</strong> <p align="center">My beloved mother, Evelyn, was the person that inspired me most to write. She was born and raised in Northern Ireland and served in the British Army during WWII where set met my Daddy, a US Sergeant. Her love, strength, and courage have always inspired me to pursue my dreams. <p align="center"><strong>Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?</strong> <p align="center">I would love the opportunity to read “all my reviews”. At the present time, starting out as an unknown writer, I’m waiting patiently for reviews. (hint, hint, hint . . . J <p align="center"><strong>Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?</strong> <p align="center">It honestly depends on the book. I normally decide on the title after I’ve finished writing a few chapters if it’s a new book. In my series, I try to plan my titles ahead of time. <p align="center"><strong>How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books? Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?</strong> <p align="center">I have always been captivated by the enchanting photos of Northern Ireland, Scotland, since a wee girl and fell in love with the wolves and wilderness of Alaska from a teen. The names come pretty naturally to fit my characters. <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">For the most part, my characters develop their personalities and traits as the story progresses. <p align="center"><strong>Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?</strong> <p align="center">I love hardback or paperback, especially when I buy books for research. I also buy a lot of ebooks when I can relax and want to read a good story. <p align="center"><strong>What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?</strong> <p align="center">The author that influenced me most as a child to become a writer was C.S. Lewis and his wonderful Chronicles of Narnia. I will always love those stories no matter how old I become. <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite food is?</strong> <p align="center">That’s an easy one – Coconut cream pie J <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite singer/group is? </strong> <p align="center">I don’t really have a favorite singer or particular group – but besides listening to Celtic music, “oldies but goodies” songs will always have a place in my heart. <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite color is? </strong> <p align="center">I have 2 actually, teal green and coral <p align="center"><strong>Your favorite Author is?</strong> <p align="center">C.S. Lewis will always be my favorite <img class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" style="border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none" alt="Smile" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3uLwCyhiSmQ/VizCkqqwW2I/AAAAAAAA2vc/IrorrNJlybU/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Evze4F9a9V8/VizCloYSOTI/AAAAAAAA2vk/gDP70fhEnI8/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/-ls_VEO-ogEs/VizCnCjDwqI/AAAAAAAA2vs/bG95Q5_qEvo/About-the-author_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="408" height="39"></a> <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EhzUN52OoO8/VizCpPNH3yI/AAAAAAAA2v0/Ay7qHVbyMjM/s1600-h/clip_image0043.png"><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/-oGu9OTvamfs/VizCrBxkc1I/AAAAAAAA2v8/K4cxHGnyu7w/clip_image004_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="177" align="right" height="193"></a> <p><b></b> <p>Patty was raised as a “country girl”, and fell in love with animals, books and the mystical world of magick from a wee girl. With her mother’s heritage, born and raised in Northern Ireland, along with the discovery of her father having American Indian ancestry, Patty’s fascination for both cultures quickly led her imagination to run wild. <p>Her love of The Chronicles of Narnia Series, from C.S. Lewis inspired her to start creating magical realms and characters of her own. <p>Patty’s dream to work with white wolves didn’t become a reality, but she considers herself blessed to have been “owned and loved” by a pack of beloved Samoyeds for over 20 years. <p>In her spare time, Patty can be found sitting beside one of her favorite spinning wheels, blending exotic fibers while her imagination weaves more stories. While she cherishes fond memories of both her parents, thanks to her beloved Irish Mom, Patty’s belief in the little people and fairies still carries on. <p>Website: <a href="http://www.pattytaylorauthor.com/">http://www.pattytaylorauthor.com/</a> <p>Blog: <a href="http://www.pattytaylorauthor.com/blog/">http://www.pattytaylorauthor.com/blog/</a> <p>Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PattyTaylorAuthor">https://www.facebook.com/PattyTaylorAuthor</a> <p>Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/pattyt444">https://twitter.com/pattyt444</a> <p>Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25699278-mortal-magick">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25699278-mortal-magick</a> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07699531501242672205noreply@blogger.com0