Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Burdened by @peiriann

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A Burdened Novel

Book 1

Peiri Ann

Genre: Paranormal Romance

ISBN: 9780991381104


Number of pages: ebook (381)

Number of pages: paperback (423)

Word Count: 142K

Book Description:

Tracey Warren has everything an eighteen year old girl should. She lives a life of expectancies; go to school, please her parents, party with friends, and revel in life as a young adult.

That is until she experiences an unexpected life changing accident caused by Nathan Newcomb; an illegally attractive yet perplexed guy who has her fumbling over her words and cracking her head on the concrete. In being enthralled by his overwhelming existence, Tracey neglects his promise of death (which never falls short of Nathan) and in ignoring his guarantee, she chooses to give into love over sanity and risks her life for the opportunity of being with him.

Nathan, knowing the risks gives into this want to have Tracey presuming it may be better to jeopardize their possible ending, than to allow her to endure the pain of his devoid. Nonetheless, with him being a burdened Sephlem, not only are they burdened by their adversaries who will risk everything but the exposure of their existence to see Nathan fall. But Nathan and Tracey come to find that their most sinister enemies lie under their same roof and regrettably share the same bloodline.

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  I wake up on a bed, in what seems to be the nurse’s office. It smells of rubbing alcohol and those blue, hockey puck-looking tablets that are thrown in the toilet and turn the water blue. It doesn’t stink, but it is not helping my headache any, either. My ass hurts and my head is pounding.

Pushing myself to sit up, the room begins to spin. It adds a nauseous feeling to my problems. Moving with more precaution, I slowly reach for my head. Stopping when I see a figure moving in my peripheral vision.

I want to look, but out of fear of what I might see, I will not, because if it’s him—the hot guy that hit me in the parking lot—and I barf, this situation could get a whole lot more embarrassing.

Without turning my head, I peek out of the corners of my eyes.

There they are—those masculine, broad shoulders even a concussion cannot make you forget. Clearly!

Wait—is he sleeping? His shoulders are moving steadily and calm. He can’t be just staring at me and not saying anything. I question turning my head, not only because I don’t want him to see me look at him, but also because I fear my worsening headache.

Unable to not look, I turn my head, taking less than a second. Maybe even a millisecond.

“What are you doing?” Busted! “Practicing for the exorcist?” he retorts sarcastically.

I’m caught. What type of an excuse can I use for this? Trying not to turn my head fast to look at you, in case you were looking at me. NO!

“Um, I was, um, trying to…stretch…my…neck slowly…to avoid, making my head hurt worse,” I say stupidly, taking one word at a time, just to implicate I was saying each word as it came into my head.

He gets up from the chair and walks in my direction.

That walk. He seems to sway across the floor, his shoulders moving with each step. Left foot, right shoulder, right foot, left shoulder. I quickly peek at him, hoping he doesn’t see. I notice that he doesn’t slouch and his jaw is tight.

I look away as he gets closer. I have no idea what he is going to do or say. I do know he’s close and I want him to touch me again. As long as I don’t pass out…again.

His hands are in his pockets as he approaches the bedside. “Would you like to go get some ibuprofen for your head?” he asks, bending over, looking at my forehead. Well, I assume he’s looking at my forehead. “The nurse is still here, and she has been waiting for you to come to.” Hands still in his pockets. “You feeling okay?”

I must be looking foolishly, because he said that as if it was the second time he’d asked me. “Umm, yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, let’s go see what the nurse has for you. Maybe she can do something about your headache.” With his hands still in his pockets, he offers me his arm to grab.


Character Name: Nathan Newcomb

Character Bio: Nathan us a burdened Sephlem featured in A Burdened Novel. Though he looks the part of a human, he is not. Being a burdened Sephlem means he is tainted by demons blood and the dangers that are held within in holds are risk to others. He stands 6 feet 2 inches weighing 209 lbs. To the human world is 20, to his world as a Sephlem he is 93. Nathan is part owner of a manufacturing company and was educated in Business holding his Masters in Business Administration/Management. During his down time he enjoys mountain climbing, hiking, attending parties, and engaging in ruthless acts. He can be unpredictable depending on if he is in control but is understanding of himself.
Currently Nathan is mated to Tracey, a girl he met after an accident in her school parking lot.



Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

Easy going and I often hear I’m hard to read. My worst quality would be I hold grudges and don’t forgive. My best quality is that I can make you feel good, regardless of your interpretation of me.

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

I want the world to know I don’t like to be f**ked with. And if you test me, chances of living are slim to none. But that apparently means nothing.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

I have a soft side for kids and cats. Do not use that though.

What are you most afraid of?

Okay, see, if my mate happens to die…I’m going to die as well. So my worst fear would probably be her dying.

What do you want more than anything?

More than anything, I want to kill my father without pissing off my mom. I’d also like to go back and avoid that car accident I had with Tracey. But uh, we can’t. I don’t possess an ability that can turn back time. Unfortunately nobody does.

What is your relationship status?

I am currently mated and unavailable to any female contenders. But if I wasn’t mated, I’d be open to taking application for attractive bed warmers. Wait, don’t use that either. Tracey would probably try to kill me if she knew I said that.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

My sense of fashion is laid back and urban. Simple―jeans, Nikes, t-shirt maybe a polo or button down depending on the occasion. If I need to dress up for a meeting at my office, I’ll wear the occasional suit. Night time in shorts no shirt.

How much of a rebel are you?

Because I hate order and following any type of instruction, I am completely rebellious. There is no need for me to abide by implemented rules―those governed or burdened required.

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

Good question and I have the perfect answer because I was thinking about this the other day. My greatest achievement right now, would be me not killing me mate. Considering if I did, I’d be killing myself. Maybe, like 1 in every 5 burdened relationships work, for the 4, not so much.

What is your idea of happiness?

Happiness? I recently just found out what that felt like it. Of course I found it in my mate. It is a feeling of bliss, allowing me to be completely oblivious of everything else. Nothing else matters, there are no sounds, only a feeling that’s oddly warm and cold together.

What is your current state of mind?

I am focused and determined. There is a lot going on with my brother trying to steal my mate and influence her to choose him over me. I should have killed him a long time ago. My father is trying to kill me and use my mate to do so. And on top of that I’m pissed because my cousin―he mated with Tracey’s friend, this man continuously tries to kill her. They are one of the 4 out of 5.

What is your most treasured possession?

It’s an object I cannot hold but beats in my chest. See when I mated with Tracey, her heart replaced mine (beating for me and her, keeping us alive). Her hearts my most treasured possession.

What is your most marked characteristic?

Simply put, I am inscrutable.

What is it that you, most dislike?

Something that I most dislike… I don’t like Hostess’s coconut snoballs. Maybe because I don’t like coconut, or maybe it’s the way that it looks after you bite into it. Or maybe it’s too damn squishy. I don’t know, but I absolutely despise those things. When Hostess came back those shouldn’t have.

Which living person do you, most despise?

I don’t know if you got this by now, with the constant talk about my Father and me killing. But, let me give you someone you might know. I cannot stand Nancy Grace, it might be in her voice or maybe the way her eyes and mouth widen. My mother watchers periodically and that woman annoys the crap out of me. We could probably do without her opinions.

What is your greatest regret?

My regret is leaving people who should have been murdered, alive.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Freaking Confidence! I hate whiny, pity filled women who do not believe they are the hottest chick on Earth. Or they think they can’t accomplish and get what and who they want. To all woman, you all are hot, as long as you think you are be confident not discouraged. Lack of confidence makes you unattractive.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

My favorite hero is Superman. Because it’s who he is not who he tries to become.

Which living person do you most admire?

Myself *wink* No, let me be serious and present my soft by saying Tracey. The girl whose heart I hold in my chest. She is my life and I’m nothing without her.

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

I would not be burdened. Yes, I’m the most feared and dangerous of my race. But let’s be for real, no one really wants to be tainted by demon’s blood. Plus, it would be nice to have someone not try to kill me all the time. Then mating wouldn’t be an issue.

What is your motto?

Old enough to know better, young enough to not care!



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A love for reading transpired into an admiration for writing at a young age for Peiri Ann. Starting off in writing poetry and short stories she indulged in the possibilities of creating new worlds and lives to live within them opening a window of unanticipated possibilities. In high school a pin and notebook never left her grasps and in college the pin was replaced by a keyboard and the notebook replaced by a computer screen. She holds a Bachelor’s degree in Psychology and certified in business management.

When Peiri Ann is not writing, reading, doing homework, or working in the downtown of Chicago she enjoys spending time with her little girl, watching action flicks, and spooning peanut butter from the jar as a midnight snack.

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