I have a lovely new cover for a very interesting new series… HERE WE GO!!! :)
(The Redgates Secrets #1)
The Redgates Secrets where shadows become monsters and the chilling truth is revealed in secrets better left untold…
Alicia and Joseph Jackson are a couple at cracking point. After years of trying and failing to conceive, Alicia has finally fallen pregnant. But worried for her safety, her doctor prescribes a complete change of pace. What better change of pace but to buy a mortgagee sale smallholding in the country-side? The house has a name: REDGATES. Alicia is immediately charmed by this beautiful sprawling mansion. She can see her baby being born and nurtured here. Joseph is taken with the mysterious history of this old homestead. But digging around in the house’s past may uncover more than just cracks in their marriage. Some secrets are better left untold. Some nightmares hide in the shadows of the day. The locals have another name for the house: The House of Blood & Secrets.
Kim is a dark fiction writer with the heart of a poet and the soul of a gypsy while the ancient rhythms of Africa, the birthplace of storytellers, courses through her veins. Wanting to be either a pathologist or a criminal psychologist, life took her on a few twists and turns while studying journalism and after a couple of meandering offshoots that did not involve fiction, fiction finally chose her when she was asked to write a short story for a NZ anthology (which was a National Award Winner). Kim now lives on the beautiful East Coast of New Zealand’s North Island and is lucky enough to call the Pacific Ocean her backyard. She can often be found wandering the cliff tops above the crashing ocean and walking through the lush farmlands that surround the area. But with a heart caught between two lands, the sunburned, ancient Africa and the lush, green islands of New Zealand, she finds her true home within the white pages covered in ink. Her fiction is caught between the dark and mysterious, the truth and the what ifs, secrets and reality, shadows and light. Kim really does see ghosts and her loved ones believe ghosts and extreme weather phenomenon follow her around. She grew up spending holidays and weekends at her grandparents’ large old farm homestead which had a hidden wing that was haunted. These early experiences with haunted homes ignited her imagination and started a spark that made her question what else is out there that we couldn’t see, what is around us observing us? Why could she see these ghosts/spirits and many others couldn’t? The spark was lit and the stories started coming as fast as she could write them down. One of these real life experiences sparked The Redgates Secrets, Kim’s debut 6 part novella series.
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated. I hold that the more helpless a creature the more entitled it is to protection by man from the cruelty of humankind.
– Mahatma Ghandi
We have doomed the wolf not for what it is but for what we deliberately and mistakenly perceive it to be: the mythologized epitome of a savage, ruthless killer — which is, in reality, not more than the reflected image of ourselves. We have made it the scapewolf for our own sins.
– Farley Mowat, from the preface of the 1993 edition of his book, Never Cry Wolf
Montana is a big and beautiful state in the Northern Rocky Mountains of the United States. But… during the past two years this big and beautiful state has allowed a small number of its citizens,…
OOOOH EMMMMM GEEEEEE!!!! So, I’ve been seriously waiting for this one. I absolutely love this series and I extremely love this author… I am not only gunna have her goodies here today, but she is going to be my featured author for a really big giveaway coming in just a few days. I’m going to make sure to promote her like crazy, just because I wanna… and I will definitely bully you to read her stuff! So, now it’s time for me to show you the goodies!!
The bloody war between the Vampire Tribunal and the defiant scathe of Penton, Alabama, rages on, forcing its residents and their bonded humans to retreat into the underground fortress of last resort: Omega. There, Will Ludlam is charged with the care of Penton’s humans, though he longs to fight alongside his vampire brethren. He knows the risks: as the renegade son of the Tribunal’s vicious leader, Will’s capture could doom the resistance.
Yet he is determined to prove his worth to his adopted scathe, to his vengeful father and to former US Army officer Randa Thomas, his beautiful, reluctant partner. Randa has little faith that a former member of the vampire elite has what it takes to fight a war. But as their enemies descend upon Omega, Will’s polished charm and Randa’s guarded heart finally give way to the warrior within.
Fans of Susannah Sandlin’s Penton Legacy are sure to devour this long-awaited third installment of the steamy paranormal series.
Will stopped and scented the air again. There were two vampires nearby; one belonged to the Penton scathe, and one didn’t.
He ignored both vampires and skirted to the back of the street where the burned shell of his house still smelled of smoke and ash after three days. Aligning his position with the oak tree twenty feet behind what was left of his chimney, he paced forty steps into the woods.
A thorny bramble that had been draped over a small, scrubby bush pricked his fingers when he pulled it back. Grasping the trunk of the bush, he eased it from its loose grasp in the soil, exposing the top of a metal box.
The loud click of a cocked pistol preceded the cold press of steel against the back of his head by less than a second.
He inhaled, annoyed. A rookie mistake. He’d gotten so engrossed in his task he’d let someone slip up on him.
* * *
Randa grinned, enjoying the disgusted look on Will’s face. “If I were your father, I’d already have the silver spoon back in your mouth, Willy. He’d have you trussed up like a rodeo calf by now, hauling you back to wherever it is he lives when he’s not terrorizing innocent people.”
Will Ludlam was the kind of guy Randa Thomas had hated as a human, and she didn’t like him a bit more as a vampire. Less, in fact. Not only was he a spoiled rich boy, he was now a virtually immortal spoiled rich boy. He had probably been a blue-chip jock in school with a 4.0 GPA and a string of girls trailing his every step.
Plus, he annoyed the hell out of her. The consummate smartass.
“No, if you were my father, you’d have slit my throat—not enough to kill me, but enough to make sure I couldn’t fight back.” His voice was soft, calm. “Then you’d hand me over to your sadistic, freakshow of a second-in-command Shelton, who would play with me until I couldn’t take it anymore. Only when I was good and broken would you return the silver spoon to my mouth.”
Good God, would any father really do that? Will didn’t sound as if he were joking. Randa relaxed her stance for only a split second before the world tilted and she hit the ground, landing on her back with Will stretched out on top of her in a full body press. And he had her gun.
“Damn it.” She pushed against him but it was like pressing on bedrock.
He propped on his elbows and grinned down at her. His hat had fallen off in the scuffle and the moonlight glinted off his hair, making it look silver instead of a naturally streaked blond. And he had dimples, as if God hadn’t already rewarded him with enough in the looks department.
“And if I were my father, you would be dead. Or worse. Believe me, with Matthias, there’s always much worse. Give up?”
She squirmed again, but froze when she realized he was getting turned on by her movements. There was definitely more of him pressing on her than there had been a few seconds earlier.
He laughed, a white glint of teeth in the moonlight. “Oh, don’t stop moving, sweetheart. This is getting more and more interesting.”
Yeah, she could feel exactly how interested he was getting. She felt a very un-vampirelike flush of heat as he wedged a knee between her legs. Damn it. She clenched her teeth at her body’s betrayal—which he’d be able to sense. She hated being a vampire; there was no sense of privacy. “Get. Off. Me. Now.”
Will lowered his head and, damn him, inhaled deeply, with his face pressed against the side of her neck. Her carotid artery also thumped in a very unvampire-like cadence. She waited for the smartass comments to start.
Instead, he lifted his head and looked her in the eye. She could swear his heartbeat sped up, although it was hard to tell over the pounding of her own. Well, this was awkward.
He blinked and opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again.
Well, that was one good thing. Will had been stricken dumb, at least for a moment. It wouldn’t last.
With the vampire world on the brink of civil war over the scarcity of untainted human blood, battle lines are being drawn between the once peaceful vampire and human enclave of Penton, Alabama, and the powerful Vampire Tribunal.
A Scottish gallowglass warrior turned vampire in the early 17th century, Mirren Kincaid once served the Tribunal as its most creative and ruthless executioner—a time when he was known as the Slayer. But when assigned a killing he found questionable, Mirren abandoned the Tribunal’s political machinations and disappeared—only to resurface two centuries later as the protector and second-in-command of Penton. Now the Tribunal wants him back on their side—or dead.
To break their rogue agent, they capture Glory Cummings, the descendant of a shaman, and send her to restore Mirren’s bloodthirsty nature. But instead of a monster, Glory sees a man burdened by the weight of his past. Could her magic touch—meant by the tribunal to bring out a violent killer—actually help Mirren break his bonds and discover the love he doesn’t believe he deserves?
It’s a town under siege, a powerful warrior in a battle with his past, and one woman who can make the earth move—literally—as the Penton Legacy continues.
Following a worldwide pandemic whose vaccine left human blood deadly to vampires, the vampire community is on the verge of starvation and panic. Some have fanned into rural areas, where the vaccine was less prevalent, and are taking unsuspecting humans as blood slaves. Others are simply starving, which for a vampire is worse than death—a raging hunger in a creature too weak to feed.
Immune to these struggles—at first—is Penton, a tiny community in rural Chambers County, Alabama, an abandoned cotton mill town that has been repopulated by charismatic vampire Aidan Murphy, his scathe of 50 vampires, and their willingly bonded humans. Aidan has recruited his people carefully, believing in a peaceful community where the humans are respected and the vampires retain a bit of their humanity.
But an unresolved family feud and the paranoia of the Vampire Tribunal descend on Penton in the form of Aidan’s brother, Owen Murphy. Owen has been issued a death warrant that can only be commuted if he destroys Penton—and Aidan, against whom he’s held a grudge since both were turned vampire in 17th-century Ireland. Owen begins a systematic attack on the town, first killing its doctor, then attacking one of Aidan’s own human familiars
To protect his people, Aidan is forced to go against his principles and kidnap an unvaccinated human doctor—and finds himself falling in love for the first time since the death of his wife in Ireland centuries ago.
Dr. Krystal Harris, forced into a world she never knew existed, must face up to her own abusive past to learn if the feelings she’s developing for her kidnapper are real—or just a warped, supernatural kind of Stockholm Syndrome in which she’s allowing herself to become a victim yet again.
Susannah Sandlin’s REDEMPTION is the first in the Penton Legacy series. Book two, ABSOLUTION, is out, and now we release book three, OMEGA!
I have about 25 things running through my head right now as I finish this book… YES!! NOOO! OMG! Sweet Baby Jesus! Holy Crap! GET ‘EM! I really want him dead! WOW!! That’s just awesome! And HOT DAMN!! Ok so now that I’ve gotten that out, let me say this, I really didn’t think Ms Susannah could top my Book Boyfriend, Mirren’s, book Absolution, but to all things holy, I think Will’s story and the continuation has blown all expectations out the window, through the sky, and into the universe! It’s so good that I want to figure out a way to climb into my kindle and be there! I want to hug these characters and hold them tight forever. And then I want to steal Ms Susannah, put her in my pocket, and make her tell me stories forever and ever! I definitely owe her another big stalker hug! Maybe I could continuously retread this book to satisfy my withdrawal from these wonderful people!! LOL
I should have expected Will’s abuse by his father to be that bad, except I didn’t, and it makes me sick! I am completely humbled by how much his character and story has affected me! Any person who can endure what he has and still come out sane deserves every medal possible! And then some, with some extra special lee-way. Will is beautiful, inside and out- and please don’t let him hear that as it’ll really go to his head! I think Will’s character is not only a huge success and a favorite of mine, it shows you how astronomically talented Ms Susannah is at writing and character development! There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that this is exactly what Ms Susannah should be doing!! And can I also say that I happen to love his witty comebacks, even the ones he thinks to himself!
Randa’s character is definitely another wonderful element of this book. Even though I can’t completely identify with her as an army brat, I definitely get her need to try to please everyone around her, and to try to fit in and to make sure I’m good enough and holding my own. As tough as Randa is, she is almost the weakest because she hasn’t learned to trust herself and be ok with who she is… At least not until Will got a hold of her. Her character growth in this story alone is just amazing. Funny how when you get to know someone, that outside appearance can be such a drastic difference. I am definitely sure Will and Randa make the perfect couple as they are the complete package of each other “You complete me” from Jerry Mcquire says it all!
And I absolutely love the return of my favorite characters! It’s just another reason that I love this series. Each story is based on two characters but you also get familiar faces and new faces and a continued plot line! There is a ton of action- which is highly wonderful in my opinion! I was on the edge of my toes because this is the thrill ride of a lifetime! I’ve been dying to know how it would turn out since the first 40 pages of Redemption and now I can say I’m both completely happy and mighty sad. I am saying serious major prayers that Ms Susannah is able to continue this series… It’s like a drug- I NEED MORE NOW!! And at the same time I can’t help but be elated because it was beautiful and everything I hoped for plus more! I will start a petition if I have to, just to make sure I get more! Seriously, don’t make this Cajun girl get all crazy on the publisher! You think Mirren and his sword are scary, then give me more books so you don’t have to see me get more crazy!
I will take this last moment to give you some seriously big teasers… Thank you, for the character that “died” but didn’t, and for calling Mirren Evil Dr Slayer, and for letting Randa have a mind set to make up her mind after that first kiss, and for giving Will so much depth, and for having Krys tell Will he had a nice ass and for once he’s too speechless to have a outrageous comeback, lastly, thank you for giving me what I wanted!! I will now keep the rest of my thoughts to myself I don’t think there’s enough words for me to say how phenomenal this book and entire series is… And if this hasn’t convinced you to read this series, I’ll have to hunt you down and have Mirren hold you in place while I read it to you!! Aloud. With my ridiculous Cajun accent! Hahahaha I’m going to give one of my very rare, off the scale 6 ASTRONOMICALLY PHENOMENAL PAWS! Now go get this series immediately because you’re really missing out if you don’t!!
Character Interview with the wonderful Will!!! Will on the Grill-Serving up one hot vampire, one question at a time…
•Hello Will… How did you feel when you first met Randa?
Well…I thought she had gorgeous red hair. Then I thought she had great ti…uh, breasts. Then I thought she had amazing hazel eyes. Then I realized she was glaring at me. Then I decided she was one scary woman. And I was right. This all happened in a matter of seconds. ’Cause I’m quick like that.
•HA! She is so going to kick your ass when she sees that comment! Why were you so hard on her in the beginning?
Self-defense! She was ready to run me through a shredder, and I figured that would hurt. The best defense is a good offense, I always say. Plus, I learned pretty soon how fun it was to annoy her. I couldn’t resist.
• Oh boy… It’s almost like grade school again LOL In a perfect world, how would your life play out?
Wow. (Thinks about that one a minute.) You know, I could say a lot of ‘I wish this hadn’t happened’ or ‘I wish that hadn’t happened.’ But regrets don’t get you anywhere. I’m more the kind of guy who looks ahead, not looks back. You take what life hands you and you do the best you can. I mean, if my father hadn’t turned me vampire, I wouldn’t have met Aidan or Mirren or Randa…the people I care about most. That would have been sad.
•*sigh* Mirren… you tell him ‘hey’ for me yet…? Why do you fight for Aiden instead of your “lovely” father?
(Laughs.) Seriously? When I was a kid I desperately wanted to please my father, which wasn’t possible. He gave up any rights as more than a sperm donor when he destroyed our family and then came after my new family in Penton. Whatever happens to him, he deserves. Sorry if that sounds hard
• You dad makes me pretty furious for what he does! Tell me something people wouldn’t expect from you?
I failed first grade. People are going to find that out in the book anyway (because Susannah the author is a big old tattle-tale). So yeah, Mr. Know It All William was an epic fail in the land of “See Spot Run.”
•*giggles then ducks* Sorry, it’s kinda funny as I KNOW you’re a smart guy! You’re such a crazy, outgoing guy, but I KNOW you have a serious side with real feeling you hide, you do hide it excellently, but tell me why you hide some of the “real you.”
For a long time, I didn’t let anyone but Aidan in because I didn’t want to be judged by some of the crap that’s happened in my past. Randa’s the one who finally made me understand that the past only hurts me if I let it. Which is pretty funny when you think about it, because she’s as bad as I am about hiding who she really is. We’re kind of a pathetic couple.
•You’re not as bad a couple as you think… If you could have one wish, any one, no restrictions, what would you wish for and why?
I wish Penton was like it was before all the mess with the Tribunal started, before the pandemic vaccine made the blood of vaccinated humans poison to my kind. We had a great thing going. Okay, that and I’d like to be able to try sushi. It just looks so cool.
•Sushi is AWESOME!!! Sorry, not trying to rub it in How do you feel about being a vampire? And what’s it like or would you trade it?
It’s okay as long as we can get our town operating again. I don’t ever want to go back to having to hunt someone to feed from—those days are over. But Randa and I both need regular human familiars because, as she never gets tired of pointing out, all my former fams were also bed buddies. Don’t judge. You know you’d give it a try, Maghon. Honey. Baby. You haven’t been vaccinated, have you?
•Absolutely not! It’s not really a question, but if you ever change your mind, could you call me? I’m a southern Louisiana girl, and your number 1 fan… I’m sure we could find something fun to keep us busy lol or if not, could you just sit in my kitchen and let me stare at you while I cook you a Cajun meal hahaha – PLUS you TOLD me you would “show me a good time” when I said I totally loved Mirren!!!
Oh, I’m on this. I need a fam, and you won’t regret it. Just don’t tell Randa. I’ll make her think you only have the hots for old grumpy gus Mirren. You don’t want the redhead mad at you—take my word for it. She’s brutal
I… do still have the hots for grumpy old Mirren LOL but I can definitely not tell her I got them for you too Now… a few this or that questions
•Boxers or briefs?
I wear boxer briefs that I’m told make my ass look really good. What do you think? (turns his back)
•you have a lovely Derriere Hot or cold?
Cold. You can always add more layers but there’s only so much you can take off before you’re down to skin, know what I mean? And vampires don’t sweat; we swelter. It’s not as pleasant as it sounds.
•Night or day?
Well…night kind of is day for us. If I ever truly see daylight, I’ll do worse than swelter.
•Winter or summer?
Definitely winter, although this winter has truly sucked. My town got destroyed. My house burned down. My vintage Corvette, my gorgeous baby, is stuck under a tarp at an automotive plant in rural Georgia. It has not been a good winter.
•Fall or spring?
I like fall, when the air first gets that touch of coolness to it. In the South, that’s huge. (See answer about sweltering vampires.)
•Yep, it’s quite hot in the south! Coffee or tea?
I can’t drink either, but I do like a nice Riesling or Port. Aidan’s the whiskey guy, and Mirren’s the beer guy. Actually, Mirren’s not very particular.
Copper—no, it has nothing to do with blood. The ladies say it brings out my eyes.
Um….Unvaccinated O-Negative? What’s your blood type? That’s my new favorite.
•I happen to be unvaccinate O postive… Werewolf or vampire?
Oh really. Hounds versus evolved species—no contest. You need to come over to the dark side, darlin’.
•awwww… I have this thing for Wolves…Angels or demons?
I’d like to feed from an angel…would it be heavenly? Do angels have blood? I bet demons taste hot. Hm….
•Zombie or dead-for real?
You ask this of a vampire? Zombies have that whole shambling, brain-eating thing, right? No….I’ll just go sunbathing. Thanks.
•Dogs or cats?
I’m starting to like dogs now that Hannah has Barnabus. But an underground shelter is not the place to house-train a dog. Take my word for it. If I step into one more wet spot…
A video, a bottle of wine, a loooong night of fun and games….Hey, Maghon…Do you know how to play “Boot Camp?” I can teach you things that will make “obstacle course” take on a whole new meaning.
HAHAHAHAHA boot camp… hmmm! Will, thank you so much for being sooo drool-worthy and letting me stare at you while interrogate, I mean interview you!
My pleasure. Now…about that blood type…
*sigh* How many of you are completely head over heels for Will now?! He had me in Absolution when he did some very nice things to help Mirren He is always welcome to come over an visit! LOL
About the Author:
Susannah Sandlin is the author of paranormal romance set in the Deep South, where there are always things that go bump in the night. A journalist by day, Susannah grew up in Alabama reading the gothic novels of Susan Howatch and the horror fantasy of Stephen King. (Um…it is fantasy, right?) The combination of Howatch and King probably explains a lot. Currently a resident of Auburn, Alabama, Susannah has also lived in Illinois, Texas, California, and Louisiana.
It’s a huge one!!! There are two giveaways The first is the tour wide giveaway, which offers
1 Kindle Paperwhite or Nook Simple Touch (or US$100 gift card for Amazon, B&N, or Book Depository)
5 $10 gift cards to online bookseller of choice
The second giveaway is Mine, which is one print, ebook, OR audio book of the winner’s choice from the series: Redemption, Absolution, or Omega. You checking that one out!!! It’s pretty freaking awesome ain’t it… so you should definitely leave an EXTREMELY good comment thanking that fantastic woman here first… Tell me which book you want to win and what’s your format preference… THEN head over to the rafflecopter to try to win those gifts too!!! Your comment on this post counts toward your rafflecopter entry I will chose a winner when it gets close to the end of the tour You don’t have to leave your email in the comment section, just make extra sure that your email is correct in the comment part that you fill out to leave the comment
Ms. Susannah…. I hope you read this…. I EXTRA HUGELY, SERIOUSLY FOREVER LOVE YOU!!! Since I know you know all about Louisiana life style, we definitely need to have drinks one day! I definitely hope to see you again at one of the AAD cons I will give you another big ole hug!
Thank you everyone who is stopping by! I wish everyone some serious luck! These giveaways are fantastic! And I am over the moon for this series. I do hope she some how snaggles that publisher into letting her tell more of these stories!! Happy reading everyone!!! Later gators!
HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY!!! Today is the release day for shattered cirlces, and I have the honor of showing you some goodies! I also really wanna say thank you to the absolutely fabulous Ms. Linda, who sent me some goodies for you guys too when she sent my review copy… I will tell you about this later, first, I wanna show you!
Mass Market Paperback: 384 pages
Publisher: Pocket Books
JUST YOUR AVERAGE MEGA-WITCH. . . .
It’s tough being a modern woman, but Persephone Alcmedi has it worse than most. Being the prophesied Lustrata has kicked her career as a witch into high gear, and juggling a wærewolf boyfriend who is about to become king of his kind and a seductive vampire who bears her magical Mark isn’t easy either.
Still, Seph’s beloved foster daughter, Beverley, is causing more trouble than these two men put together. The young girl’s been playing with a magical artifact that’s far more dangerous than she realizes. Now Seph must summon help from a mystical being so potent that even vampires fear him . . . and the cost of his aid may be more than she’s willing to pay. Seph, Johnny, and Menessos face threats from all sides—and a few from within. Will the forces of destiny cement their tenuous supernatural union, or shatter it forever?
Liyliy, a vampire-harpy, had tried to kill me a few hours ago, and the struggle left me exhausted and sore. That was the reason I was still abed at nearly two in the afternoon. When my satellite phone blared the opening riffs of Ozzy Osbourne’s “Bark at the Moon,” it startled me, instantly reminding me about all the sore muscles I had.
Mid-reach, I stopped. That was Johnny’s ringtone.
He had tried to kill me, too.
My hand shook as my finger jabbed the Answer button.
“Red . . . I’m so sorry.” Johnny’s voice was barely audible.
I sat up and deliberated whether to play deaf and repeat my “hello” as if I hadn’t heard him. I considered being a jerk and hanging up. I even contemplated ripping him a new one.
Instead, I remained silent.
Two days before, minutes after I’d performed the forced-change spell on him and his loyal pack mates, Johnny had attacked me. He’d always retained his manmind while transformed, but that last time he didn’t—he’d been pure animal. The only reason I was still among the living was because I’d pumped ley line energy into him like a human Taser.
He’d frightened me to my core. The unshakeable faith I’d had in him had been shattered by an emotional earthquake. Damage was done. My fear felt like betrayal.
But . . .
Could going through the forced-change spell repeatedly have an undesired effect?
No. I was sure the whole terrible incident could be pinned on the fact that my mother, Eris, had revoked the tattooed bindings she’d placed upon Johnny eight years ago. He suddenly had access to all the power and potential she’d locked away from him. That was surely a disorienting, difficult situation.
I’d helped him dig up the clues, helped him achieve that goal. Hell, I’d even been a part of the reversal spell. So some responsibility for the consequences was mine to bear.
He rarely used my full given name; he usually called me Red, as in Little Red Riding Hood to his Big Bad Wolf. Or Seph like nearly everyone else. I had to respond.
“Then say something.”
Pushing back the covers, I stood and began to pace. “I don’t know what to say.”
He paused. “Can you forgive me?”
I wasn’t sure.
Part of me said I couldn’t allow his attack to be a personal issue because of the fateful trio that Johnny, Menessos, and I forged by binding ourselves magically. The other part argued that no matter the circumstances, attempted murder was very damn personal.
It all happened because Johnny had surrendered to his destiny. His unique ability to transform at will made him the Domn Lup—king of the wærewolves. It was a position with power, prestige, and perks such as a Maserati Quattroporte. Johnny knew his royal place was unavoidable, but he’d fought it and hid from it a long time. He’d finally pushed forward because it was beneficial to our triple union, but kinghood was costing him his dream of being a rock star.
It had been my fear that he’d lose who he was in the course of this alliance of ours. More than ever, it seemed this fear was being borne out.
On the other corner of our triangle was Menessos. He now bore two witches marks—mine, of course. That made him my servant. When Heldridge, his former right-hand man, learned of my authority over Menessos, he tattled to the highest vampire authority, the Excelsior. To protect us against the personal grudge of the truthseeing vampire-harpies sent by VEIN to make formal inquiry, Menessos had allied himself at great personal expense with someone dangerous—a “nameless” guy I had aptly dubbed Creepy.
The secrets he’d wanted to hide from VEIN—secrets even I didn’t know—were apparently safe, but our little who-marked-whom secret was out. Menessos lost his haven and his status as Northeastern Quarterlord. Johnny had accepted great power and lost a lifelong dream. Menessos had lost great power and accepted serious personal risk. It didn’t seem fair.
And what about me?
In the last several weeks I’d learned that I was the longprophesied Lustrata, the Witches’ Messiah, She Who Walks Between Worlds, She Who Will Bring Balance, blah blah blah. As this news spread throughout the nonhuman communities, some scoffed and some believed. I was fine with the scoffers; it was the believers who were dangerous. They wanted to know if I truly possessed the power that accompanied those titles. Yeah, I was a magnet for nasties who either a) wanted me dead to be sure I didn’t have that power, or b) wanted to try to force me to wield power for their gain.
I guess I’d accepted the endless complications of my status and was well on my way to losing all scraps of naïveté.
At that thought, I stopped pacing. As I stared into the nothingness of a darkened corner, it felt like my innocence had slipped from my grasp and I was watching it skitter across the floor, waiting for it to come to a stop so I could reclaim it.
I wasn’t sure it was worth the effort to look for it. Or perhaps it would be impossible to find if I made the effort. Maybe it had rolled into some crack, never to be seen again.
I heard Johnny breathing through the phone.
It wasn’t Johnny who had rescued me last night.
When I defeated Liyliy, Menessos had been there to bring me to the haven. Sure, Menessos had a hand in creating the monster she now was. And it was he who had imprisoned her, creating her need for revenge. But it was me and my marks upon him that had brought her to Cleveland. When she pursued me from the haven—according to the Offerling I’d spoken to—Menessos had sent everyone out to search for me.
Had Johnny even known I was missing?
It was shitty of me to compare the two men in my life, but I couldn’t help myself. Though Menessos had drunk my blood numerous times, he hadn’t tried to kill me.
Yes he did! He nearly killed you not long after you first met.
We were strangers then, I argued with myself. Now, we know each other well.
Better, perhaps, than you should. . . .
Defiantly, I ignored my conscience’s scolding. I will not regret what I did last night. During the predawn hours, reeling from my encounter, I’d kissed Menessos.
Fine, but clearly you were able to forgive him.
That was true. Considering this, I felt hope. I sighed heavily into the phone. My whispered answer was, “In time.”
“There’s so much I need to tell you.” Johnny’s voice was raw, and the rev of an engine punctuated his words. I wondered where he was going. And I wondered if I should tell him about kissing the vampire.
It hadn’t been a peck.
When our lips had touched, I felt the promise and power of a more intimate union. He’d definitely felt it. It wasn’t only the power of the marks between us that had been kindled.
“I don’t know where to begin,” Johnny said.
His voice drew me out from my memory of a passionate moment with another man. Guilt swelled around my heart . . . but not remorse. What am I going to do?
About the Author
Linda Robertson is the mother of four wonderful boys, owns three electric guitars, and is followed around by a big dog named after Bela Lugosi. Once upon a time she was a lead guitarist in a heavy metal cover band and has worked as a graphic artist. She still composes and creates art, when time permits. Linda currently writes and rocks in northeast Ohio. Visit her at AuthorLindaRobertson.com and @authorLinda
There is a tour wide giveaway- I am also part of the tour in just a few short days that I will be reviewing for- but for the next several days, you can win 10 PRINT COPIES!!! YAY… GO HERE for the rafflecopter direct link, or GO HERE for the host’s tour site which also has the rafflecopter, but it also has all the tour host days for all the stops on the tour!
Here’s my giveaway. Leave me a nice comment and I will send you a lovely bookmark or two (which the wonderful author sent me)… It’s international as long as the USPS can ship it to you. :)
Thanks everyone for stopping by today and good luck!! I will see you guys again on February 1, with my lovely tour stop and my review! Happy reading every one and later gators!!
I’ve gone horror today! Every once in a while, it’s nice to get a little scary hahaha so I wanted to help promote a little horror for you guys and it sounds quite interesting, so I’ll let you decide for yourselves… And there’s a little giveaway for it too
When everything is taken from him, Detective Adam White must choose what’s most important. Does he stick to the heroic ideals which made him a famed paragon of justice and take down a murderous madman? Or does he give in to his vigilante impulses, avenge his wife’s murder, and become the type of killer he’s hunted for so many years?
Adam heard a few sounds of Velcro peeling from its straps. Suddenly, Black Mask shed the mystery and ambiguity of his head gear. He became another mystery altogether. What happened to this guy? He looked like he’d seen hell, escaped, and doctored his face to give everyone else on Earth a preview.
Black Mask obviously suffered from rosacea because his skin was inflamed, swollen, and the angriest shade of red Adam had ever seen. A jagged circular scar similar to a clock face ran from Black Mask’s forehead down his cheeks to his chin. A vertical scar ran straight down the middle of his forehead and along the bridge of his nose. Two horizontal scars extended from the side of his nose and curved upward toward the temples. Two additional scars extended outward at angles from just under his nose, across his lips and ended on either side of his chin. All of the scars connected to the outer circular one like spokes to resemble a starfish shape. Adam struggled not to have any reaction, but failed to keep the corner of his mouth from inching up into a grimace.
Black Mask smirked and put his right hand up to his face. He pretended to be admiring himself in the mirror. “It’s okay, Detective. Your reaction is fairly common and a lot more subdued than most. Of course, I bet you’ve seen a lot of horrors in your line of work.
“So, you want to know the tale of Heath Grim, do you?”
WELCOME!! First, tell me a little about your book and why you wanted to write this particular story….
Grim is a tragedy. There’s a man who has no idea who his family is, who grew up with no sense of identity and no parental figures, and who loses everyone who truly mattered to him in his life. He’s felt like he’s had to prove himself his entire life, and the only way he knows how is to make a deal with a supernatural being.
His deal forces him to hunt down killers and fiends to avenge the souls of victims who can’t move on in the afterlife. To justify his own actions, he seeks out a virtuous heroic figure, and attempts to engineer his fall from grace in that man’s time of need. His thinking is if this man, who has symbolized justice for so long, becomes a man like him then maybe he’s a heroic figure, too, rather than a monster.
I’ve always loved anti-heroes and morally-gray stories, so I wanted to create a character who is sympathetic to readers while doing unspeakable things.
WOW! sounds awesome! Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?
I worked for ten years as a print journalist for regional daily newspapers before switching careers to work in public safety at a 9-1-1 emergency call center. Though, I find my new job challenging and rewarding, I missed writing and figuring out ways to tell a story.
I bet you get some interesting calls What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?
The story gained inspiration from Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight and Heath Ledger’s portrayal of the Joker in the movie. My title character, Heath Grim, was named after Heath Ledger. I was intrigued by the Joker’s storyline as an engineer of chaos in his environment, and I wanted to create a character every bit as impactful. However, I didn’t want to merely rip off the movie. I wanted to explore a storyline where the environment grew even more chaotic.
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
I think there’s a part of me in each and every character I write. I grew up in a home in which there was a lot of verbal abuse and sometimes physical abuse as well. I also didn’t have much of a father figure in my life after my grandfather died a few days before my birthday. So, I could relate to a character which has questions about his identity because I had questions about myself for a long time.
Some of the police characters are inspired by officers with whom I work with on a daily basis in my public safety job. I try to make the characters believable by giving them personalities similar to people I know.
I’m so sorry for your loss and even more sorry you had to go through that. How do you choose when/which characters die in your books?
Since I have quite the body count, it’s certainly a fair question. In my literature or entertainment, I appreciate a story which I’m not expecting. I don’t believe the good guy always wins or the hero always gets the girl. I loved George R.R. Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire series because he’s not afraid to kill a popular character. I think there are times when you can pull the rug out from under a reader, and they appreciate it a little bit. As long as I stay true to a character and a storyline, then death isn’t always a bad thing.
Hmmmm interesting take on death Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
I think anyone who is a fan of horror and Tinseltown should check out Eric Miller’s anthology Hell Comes To Hollywood which was released this fall by Big Time Books. It’s written by a lot of guys with experience making movies and it pokes fun of the lifestyle while still being scary. I’m also impressed with Hunter Shea’s work for Samhain Publishing. Evil Eternal and Swamp Monster Massacre are enjoyable for all old school horror fans, and he’s got Sinister Entity coming out in April.
I will!! If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?
I might change my Cyrus Black character a little bit. It was pointed out by one of my friends that he may be a little too “mustache twirling” cliché, but some of that was intended. I didn’t want him to be a perfect criminal. I wanted him to be flawed so that a stronger villain would rise in his wake, and you see that in Wrage. Grevis Black takes over and is a much more powerful and disciplined monster. In intending to make Cyrus a bit of the comic relief in Grim, I might go back and make him a little more serious.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Setting the scene is a little difficult for me. I want to get straight to the action. There’s not a lot of flowery prose in my books. As a reader, I hate when an author spends pages at length describing trees, houses, and things to me which are secondary. I guess I’m more visceral in my imagination. I write as if I’m watching a movie of it in my head, and sometimes the scenery details suffer. I’m also trying to be a little less formal with word choice in certain situations.
What book are you reading now? My followers love author’s opinions!
I worked in reverse with my last literary choice by watching the movie first. I was intrigued by the Jack Reacher movie, so I went home and purchased a copy of The Killing Floor for my Kindle. I love the fast-paced narrative and the character’s irreverence. To think an ex-army MP just wanders the country righting wrongs whether it’s within the law or not is a great idea. I’m jealous I didn’t come up with this character first. I think anybody who loves hard-boiled mysteries should give Lee Child a shot.
Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?
My cover was designed by the lovely and talented Dawne Dominique. She’s a veteran artist in both horror and romance genres. She basically ripped the art of what my character looks like out of my head. Her work is top notch.
Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?
The most valuable lesson I learned is that I could accomplish something that seemed impossible before I went to work. When I started, I didn’t know if I’d get published. I just set out to write a novel as a life goal and challenge. I didn’t know if I’d finish or if it’d be any good when I finished. There are many people who think writing is easy, but most of those people probably haven’t ever written a novel. I get pretty emotional over my work because this is a dream for me. I am exhilarated when someone writes to let me know they liked the book or I get a positive review.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
I’d first like to thank everyone who has read my book. Whether you liked it or didn’t like it, I’m honored that you gave a rookie writer a chance to entertain you. When I started writing Grim, I missed writing terribly. I worked on the project to prove to myself I could do it. I’d never taken a creative writing class or wrote fiction in my life. I know a lot of people think writing a novel is easy, but it’s not. There were a lot of people along the way who rejected it, and some had scathing criticism. Yet, it’s something I accomplished which will always make me proud. I didn’t do it for fame or for money. I did it out of love. I love to write, to tell stories, and to entertain people. If I’ve entertained you, then you’ve given me one of the greatest honors of my life.
About the Author:
Joseph Spencer is the author of the Sons of Darkness series launched by his debut novel, Grim, on September 1, 2012. Work on his second book of the series, Wrage, is already underway and is expected to be released some time in 2013.
THE ROAD HERE
The Sons of Darkness is a series of paranormal crime thrillers following investigations into mysterious deaths in the central Illinois city of Prairieville. Home of the notorious serial killer, The Reaper, Prairieville has had a history of violence centered on an ongoing feud between the Marino and Black organized crime families. When bodies start showing up again at the abandoned MarinoStateHospital, many fear the Reaper has returned. The people of Prairieville are about to find out their problems stem from a supernatural source which has lurked in secret for decades.
THE STORYTELLER’S STORY
As a boy, Joseph Spencer immersed himself in the deductive logic of Sherlock Holmes, the heroic crime fighting of Batman and Spider-Man, and a taste for the tragic with dramas from poets like Shakespeare and Homer.
Before Joseph took to spinning his own tales, he pursued a career in print sports journalism, graduating with honors from Clinton (IL) High School in 1996 and summa cum laude from Southern Illinois University-Carbondale in 2000. He covered such events as NASCAR’s Subway 500 race in Martinsville, the NBA Draft Camp in Chicago, the Junior College World Series, and Minor League Baseball’s Midwest League All-Star Game during a ten-year career throughout the Midwest. Now, he works as an emergency telecommunications specialist with an Illinois police department. The combination of years of writing experience with a background working with law enforcement professionals gave rise to his writing aspirations.
Joseph was married Dr. Amy (Waggoner) Spencer, an accomplished veterinary doctor, on March 14, 2012. He received word his debut novel was accepted by his publisher, Damnation Books, the next day. Joseph and Amy look forward to their honeymoon in Paris in September 2012. Murphy, a 15-year-old orange tabby, is perhaps the most vocal member of the family. The Spencer family enjoys reading Charlaine Harris, George R.R. Martin, Mary Janice Davidson, and most paranormal stories. The Spencers also enjoy quoting movie lines from The Princess Bride, Rain Man, Bridesmaids, and Office Space.
The author and host of this tour are very generously offering TEN ebook copies for this story! I think that’s pretty awesome So if you think you’d love it, I think you should enter! LOL So, GO HERE to go directly to the rafflecopter, OR GO HERE to the host’s link for this tour which also has the rafflecopter there too! The tour site also has all of the other stops, which include reviews and more interviews and special posts if you are interested.
I wish everyone a good luck today! I sighed up for this tour slightly last minute and didn’t have time to review, but I think I’m definitely going to get this story and read it because after reading his interview and an excerpt, I’d really like to read this! And as always, thanks to you guys for stopping by! And I should also say special thanks to the author and FMB Blog Tours for today. Thanks so much everyone!
I did this once before and I loved it so much, I have decided my favorite stalkee should have this available as well!! I am, Once again, offering fans a chance to ask their questions to Ms Cambria Hebert AND her characters!!! I will be doing this totally awesome post on February 13… the day before Recalled is released… for a big release day party!! Let me tell you in advance… everyone knows I’m obsessed with her Heven and Hell series, but now I am OVER THE MOON for her new book Recalled as well… So here’s how it’s going to work- in case you missed it the last time ;)
If you have ANY question you want asked- either to Ms Cam, OR to ANY of her books’ Characters, now is you chance to get it answered!! Yep, Ms Cam will get ALL the questions asked delivered to her, and she will be answering them for the February 13th post… HERE’S THE KICKER! If you ask a question- YOU CAN WIN A BOOK. I am offering a digital copy OF ANY BOOK by Ms. Cambria. I will list her books below in just a second. So leave a comment with your question-you may want to be specific, like my question is for Heven and I wanna know… or my question is for Ms. Cambria… Something along those lines. And ANY PERSON who leaves a question is entered into the giveaway of YOUR CHOICE of Ms Cambria’s Books…
Here’s my other special announcement… if you have read-or want to read- ANY of Ms. Cambria’s books, and can post a review between now and my February 13th post, I will give you extra entries to the BIG GIVEAWAY on the 13th. I am doing this to get some more reviews and to help promote all of Cam’s wonderfulness. I will not be picky where your review is posted, so if you reviewed Masquerade two months ago on goodreads, then you can take that review, and post is somewhere new like amazon, and send me THAT link… or if you are like me and post reviews everywhere, then promote your review, like share it on twitter or facebook or something and send me that link. I just want to make sure Ms Cam is getting some love… Here’s one more kicker… IF YOU PURCHASE HER BOOKS DURING THIS TIME you can send me a link for that AND I’LL GIVE YOU 5 ENTRIES!! Now, for links, you can either post them as a comment on here, or send me an email at email@example.com or share it to me on twitter @magluvsya03. I will keep track of everything. :)
This is a lot of information, so if you have ANY questions at all, feel free to ask away Now I am going to list her books so you can see what is up for grabs to win today… As for the BIG GIVEAWAY I am keeping it a secret until the actual day, but lets say it’s books and signed goodies and it will ALL be international, so get in while you can!!! If your questions get answered by Ms Cambria it will automatically get you extra entries into the big giveaway :)
Ok enough blabber from me… lemme show you!
* each cover will take you to its goodreads page. so you can check them out!
Ok that’s enough of me… I want you to read extra books LOL, and good luck to win… and ASK QUESTIONS!! Now go forth and comment!!!
OOOOOh!!! Doesn’t the color and the cover just look awesome! I will say I am actually very guilty of loving a cover and jumping in just because of that! LOL But, I know you all want to know the goodies, so let me show you! I should also warn you again that this is ADULT… I’m sensing a theme here lately! LOl
It’s easy to fall in love. Destiny requires tooth and claw.
Curses are designed to be cruel, but the one afflicting Jordan and his brothers is almost beyond bearing. A dragon born by blood magic, he is an immortal trapped in human form, with only one hope of finding his eternal mate. He must bite her—and pray she lives.
One dark night, he senses the wounded heartbeat of a woman in the shadows, begging him to end her life. Ever the gentleman, he chivalrously obliges her wish. Only to discover three days later that she lives. And has married another.
Celeste always dreamed of marrying for love, but the nightmare of living in her father’s home drives her to wed the Duke of Hudson. Yet on her wedding eve, she is compelled to follow a mysterious man who professes to know her secret. A man with curious blue scales on his muscular arms—whose shadowed eyes reflect a dangerous mix of destiny and desire…
Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, sex in water, four super-hot dragon brothers, and a curse born from magical power that has left them wondering who they are all their lives.
Carefully stepping around scattered, fractured boards, trunks and lengths of tangled rope, Jordan and Ferrous neared the last grouping of rocks at the trees’ edge. Jordan sighed. About time.
A faint heartbeat crawled out of the obscure shadows, stalked up his spine. Something lived from this bloody mess. Though barely.
Ferrous turned to the left. “I feel it too.”
On the opposite side of the rocks, jagged boards bumped, clattering against a boulder. A mass of tangled human remains bobbed and swayed with each lap of water against the shore.
From this mess, a heartbeat cried. Jordan closed his eyes and sighed as his stomach flipped. He would find it. He stepped into the water amid the carnage and shuddered. I must move as hastily as possible. I can do this. The sound of life grasped him as if a hand itself clasped his flesh. He flinched, then turned to the left.
An arm’s length away, half in the water, lay a woman. Her limbs were twisted and broken, as if made of nothing more than weeds. A man’s head, severed from the body it had once belonged to, floated close to her hand. Jordan’s heart pinched, and the scales on his elbows prickled anew.
No one deserved to be half alive after experiencing a tragedy such as this. He stepped up next to her, knocking the human debris away with his boot. He leaned down and wrapped one hand about her slim, bare shoulders. The other he slid beneath her knees, fisting up a handful of her full skirts. She should have drowned in such a garment. He lifted her, pulling her body up against his.
She hung like a sack of barley in his grasp. Her long, wet skirts and hair trailed cold water in a stream, trickling over the rocks and babbling down into his boots. He turned and stumbled along the slag toward the trees.
Ferrous turned after him. “She won’t live, Jordan.” He strode behind him. “Leave her.”
Her clothing, laden with seawater, soaked his coat in blood. Was it hers or the rotting blood of the pool in which she had lain? He shook his head. Don’t think about the stench. He grimaced. Think about her.
Ferrous was right. She would never live.
He fell to his knees and laid her on the high grass that bordered the trees. Her dress was that of an aristocrat, finely tailored with small pearls and embroidery now torn open down to her flesh in several places. Her hair had been swept up with the sun, golden rays that now hid beneath a cloud of red death. “I will end her suffering.” Yes, that was the correct thing to do.
“For bloody sake, Jordan. You are not to indulge unless you have an inkling she may be the one. There are no exceptions to our rules. Look what happens to Ilmir when he breaks one. Who knows what calamity awaits us in London.”
Jordan’s jaw clenched, and he narrowed his eyes, refusing to look at Ferrous, who stood behind him. “This is different, and you damn well know it. I am not Ilmir, and she is not a woman I am courting. She is dying.”
“Being chivalrous?” Ferrous threw up his hands, grumbled and walked through the trees back toward the shore. “Make haste. I wish to make this hellish scene vanish this hellish scene and be to London to deal with Ilmir.”
Did Ferrous truly think he wanted to do this? To kill another woman was the last thing he wished. Twenty years had passed… Jordan inhaled a deep breath and blew it out between tense lips. He ran his fingers down her pale cheek and around her chin, tilting her face toward his. A slender nose, full, angelic lips, and noble cheekbones. A beauty. “To a better afterlife, dear.”
He raised her chin, exposing her long, graceful neck and faintly beating pulse. Another death…
Dash it. He stared unblinking at the slight flutter of her blood beneath her skin. Relax, Jordan. He closed his eyes and exhaled. All will be well.
Prickling pain clawed through the roof of his mouth as his two pointed teeth extended into thin slivers of bone. He stared down at her neck. She had been floating in blood and seawater. He spit on her neck, twice. His saliva glimmered as it slid down her throat to the grass below. There, that should wash away the dirt she had stewed in. Or would it? His throat tightened. Don’t lick her. Be done with it.
He leaned in and pressed his teeth to her vein. His mouth opened, saliva pooled heavily, and his tongue thickened. The pouches by his back teeth filled with poisonous blood, forcing his jaw still wider. He inhaled a jagged breath. His heart leapt and pounded, vibrating through his entire being…
Bite her, Jordan. Be done with it. Bite her.
Her faint pulse bumped against his teeth, willing him to take her as his mate. Mate? Well, that urge was pointless. She would pass just as swiftly as the others. He rolled his lip back and hissed, then pressed, slicing through her soft, salty outer skin and into her tepid blood flowing below.
She didn’t flinch.
This was the first time he had taken a woman when he was not passionately joined with her. Odder yet not to have her scream. To have her do nothing but lie on the wilted grass.
He swallowed. Dirt be damned, he needed to taste her and know that one essence of the life he now took. He fluttered his tongue on her smooth skin. Warm, salty blood slid thickly down his tongue. Damn. His muscles quivered as his poisonous blood streamed from his pouches and down his teeth, twisting into her veins. His cock pressed painfully hard against his thigh.
The task was done. There would be no more. He would not take his pleasure in her. He would not know the feel of her flesh against his. He would never know her favorite color. This woman, like all the others who had come before, was not meant to be his. Enough!
He growledand opened his mouth wide. Her soft flesh slipped from his fangs. He pulled his head back, and their mixed blood trailed in streams down her neck and dress. His vision shifted and popped. Adrenaline mixed with power bubbled through his veins. This…this, he had missed.
This was what he was meant to be. His full elemental power at a glimpse. He tossed his hair back and then growled a dragon’s cry up to where the moon should hang in a radiant, colored vision. Yet only the ebony fog resided tonight. There was no moon to lighten this scene. His vision rippled with detailed clarity. Ah. Indeed. This was the power that years of existence without his mate had diminished. He wanted this power back. It had been too long. In a burst of speckled light, everything changed back to somber mist. Bloody hell. His throat closed off, and his eyes burned. No! He swallowed hard, and his shoulders sagged. This was a tease. A temptation.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. He would never know more of what the Zir were than this… Death and a glimpse of the exhilarating power they were destined to have.
He inhaled and smelled her metallic, sweet blood on his lips. His tongue traced his teeth and upper lip, gathering up the enslaving essence. Sweet orange blossoms and candied cherries. His made-up version of what she should taste like. Remember her. His jaw trembled as hot blood pounded through him to his groin. His soul wanted more of her. To mate. To love. To live a lifetime of companionship.
He clenched his teeth, and his fangs pierced his lower lip. You have done enough to end her suffering. Quite enough. Let her be. He opened his eyes once more.
A shadow shaped as Ferrous stood head down and arms straight out in the air at the rocks’ edge. “Make haste. I wait no more.”
Jordan placed her head softly back on the grass. “Will scant be a moment more of pain, beauty.” He trailed his hand down her broken arm to a heavy, thick bracelet looping her wrist. He unclasped the chain and slowly rubbed the metal between his fingers. His token of her death. He tucked the jewelry in his inner coat pocket, then rose to his full height. Turning to his left, he skulked into the inky woods.
Ok, so think witch doctor meets vampire meets dragon- all wrapped up in an extremely HAWT tall guy… It’s just awesome! I love the way little magics began happening and it made the story so much fun! And what a way to play into adultery!! It makes ya think, what if you really did marry the wrong dude… AND… I’m normally not a big fan on historical type stories, but I really enjoyed it. I’ll chalk it up to me expanding my pleasure of reading good stories
I’m gunna talk about Jordan, in like one second, but I think Madoc is going to be my dragon book boyfriend… You on with that ladies? Oh well if you aren’t hahahaha!! Ok so back to Jordan. He’s normally the sensible one, but lets just say figuring out he found his mate made him a little crazy. And with reason, as the man keeping him from his mate is hiding some bad secrets as well. Jordan is strong, powerful as he’s gaining powers, and though at times Cave man like, he’s still sweet in his own way. Sometimes you forget how different that time period was, as I probably woulda slapped him after I kneed his groin for scaring me in the bathroom scene hahahaha you gotta read it to know
Celeste has kinda had it rough… Her father should be beaten til death, her husband needs a swift kick to his behind and I absolutely love her maw! That little old lady is totally awesome! That’ll be me in 50 years lol but Celeste grows and faces fears and finds love and gets almost killed and then to top it off figures out she’s the mate to a dragon shifter! Ummm I’ll take it she’s timid because that’s expected in that time but she has a very strong backbone in her mind. She politely smiles and acts proper while thinking truth in her mind. I enjoyed her!
I’m looking forward to more stories, especially of more brothers, from this author. As the beginning, I think some more answers will come to light in the future. And I especially liked how they became what they are and the curse! And Carmen I think it’ll be an even more fun ride on the next stop! I’m excited for more! 4.5 SMOKIN HAWT PAWS FROM ME!!
WELCOME!! I just want to thank you again so much for taking the time to answer questions for my blog!
It is a pleasure to be here today.
First, tell me a little about your book and why you wanted to write this particular story….
I started out wanting to write another novella series that was paranormal and had brothers as the heroes. I did this for Animal Lust and it was a lot of fun to write. This time though, I wanted to do a spin on dragons or dragons that were somehow different.
I sat down and brainstormed with my CPs, and through that process the suggestion came up of some how crossing dragons with vampires. From there I walked away thinking about how that would happen. How could a dragon and a vampire come together to make a hero? This is where the back-story of my Zir were born in my mind.
Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?
I didn’t think of writing a book until New Years of 2005. I wanted to make a resolution that would be challenging. I loved to read and I thought what if I could write a story that people loved? What if I could write in a way that made people feel like I feel when I am reading? So I gave it shot.
What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?
My first book was a historical romance that is still unfinished. It was my learning ground. I had a steep learning curve. English was not my favorite subject in school and so both my grammar and my creative writing style were lacking.
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Most of my ideas come from dreams I have, either day dreams or ones I remember after I wake. I do sometimes take quirks from people I have met or that I have simply observed when out at a restaurant or café.
How do you choose when/which characters die in your books?
I don’t plot so I simply sit down and start writing. If a character dies, it happens when my thoughts feel it should.
Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
He is not a new author but I have recently become a fan of Ted Dekkar. I actually stumbled up on him when looking for ideas to redesign my website. I am very happy I did. He has the ability to grab me and suck me in the very first paragraph of a story. That is a skill!
Who do you look up to as a writer?
My mother and father. My husband. My kids. Anyone who can make writing as a career work and not also have a day job. Anyone who follows their passion and keeps growing as an individual.
Specific authors that have inspired me in my career are: Pam Rosenthal, Beatrice Small, Bonnie Edwards, Susan Lyons, Shelli Stevens, Alexis Morgan, Julia Quinn and Kate Furnivall. Each one of these authors has inspired me in different ways. The last two I have never met in person but each time I read one of their stories I say wow and I go back to their books over and over especially when I am looking to improve my own craft.
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?
Nope. I love Waterfall.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Finding time to write and critique for my CPs. I have a demanding day job (I work in IT for a large company), I am a wife, a mother, a housekeeper, a pet owner, and squeezing time to sleep every day can be difficult. Finding time to write is at times impossible. Writing is important to me. I find joy in doing it.
Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?
Kanaxa designed my cover. I LOVE IT! I love how she was able to capture the feel of book and the skull in the mist behind my hero rocks.
Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?
That writing takes time. That if you can’t dedicate the time to complete it, the story will never get written. Write every day, no matter what.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Two years is a long time to be away from writing. I look forward to giving my readers a new story and to continue to produce several new stories a year.
Oh and If you have not heard yet I am doing a drawing at the end of January for some cool items. So please stop by my Facebook page or my blog and comment/sign up to be included.
About the Author :
Lacy Danes made a New Year’s resolution to write a hot, historical romance.
A year and a half later, she achieved her goal. She lives in Portland, Oregon, where besides writing she enjoys playing cards, chasing her kids around, and savoring a great martini with the man of her dreams all while watching the world go by.
This is an excellent tour wide giveaway, and here’s what you can win:
1 Kindle Fire open to US shipping
1 Favorite Things Prize Pack- filled with 3-5 of the authors favorite things- open to US Shipping
GO HERE for the rafflecopter or HERE to the host’s site (it’s there too) to enter! Seriously it’s an excellent giveaway! I mean who doesn’t want a Kindle Fire– well I HAVE ONE, so let me just say IT’S AWESOME!!! Hahahaha
I wish everyone extra huge good luck for this one! And thank you to the author and Bewitching book tours, who are so lovely to let me be part of this tour and to be able to give you guys great things!
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Hello everyone! I’ve got another fun blog tour for books for you today! I thought the cover looked cool and the blurb sounded intriguing so you know I gotta be a part of that! Now lemme show you what I’ve got for ya! You can click on the banner to take you to the host’s site and the cover to its goodreads page.
DorianLake has spent years cornering the Baltimore hex-crafting market, using his skills at the hermetic arts to exact karmic justice for those whom the system has failed. He keeps his magic clean and free of soul-corrupting Netherwork, thus avoiding both the karmic blow-back of his practice and the notice of the Presidium, a powerful cabal of practitioners that polices the esoteric arts in America. However, when an unscrupulous Netherworker interferes with both his business and his personal life, Dorian’s disarming charisma and hermetic savvy may not be enough to keep his soul out of jeopardy.
His rival, a soul monger named Neil Osterhaus, wouldn’t be such a problem were it not for Carmen, Dorian’s captivating ex-lover. After two years’ absence Carmen arrives at Dorian’s doorstep with a problem: she sold her soul to Osterhaus, and has only two weeks to buy it back. Hoping to win back Carmen’s affections, Dorian must find a replacement soul without tainting his own. As Dorian descends into the shadows of Baltimore’s underworld, he must decide how low he is willing to stoop in order to save Carmen from eternal damnation… with the Presidium watching, waiting for him to cross the line.
Carmen Gomez stood in front of me, hands on hips caressed by an emerald evening gown. Long raven black hair spilled over her shoulders, feathered bangs framing long, elegant eyes alive with seething hostility. The corner of her mouth was twitching. I had learned long ago that was a sign she was trying to keep her head from exploding.
“Well what? Had a rough day.”
“So, in cases of acute ‘Almost Got Your Head Blown Off’, four out of five doctors recommend Shitface.” I lifted my glass to her and added, “So, cheers.”
She squinted hard at me.
“We discussed this, Dorian. You’re not supposed to be here.”
That damned stabbing headache kept me from coming up with a clever response, so I just rolled my eyes.
Carmen reached out and snatched the glass from my hand, slapping it down onto the bar with enough force to make me check my arm for shrapnel.
“I was drinking that.”
“You’re done. Goodbye, Dorian.”
“Christ, Carmen. I didn’t come here to spite you. Seriously.” I rubbed the bridge of my nose to ease the pressure and swiveled back to the bar. “Ben?”
He was towel-drying a martini glass with his back turned to me. Coward.
Carmen huffed. “You’re the last thing I need to deal with right now, Dorian. Please just honor your word for once, and go. You owe me that.”
I put tremendous effort into remembering what word I had given. Then it came to me. I felt my shoulders wilt as my ego deflated.
“I suppose I do.” I reached over for my glass, and drained the last of my scotch.
She stepped around my stool and waved at the glass. “What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving. Jesus.”
“You just tossed back an entire fistful of that hooch!”
“Hooch? Are you kidding me? This is Vintage Seventy-Eight–”
She shook her head with a smirk. “God, you’re such a snob about your liquor.”
“Any idea how much that ‘hooch’ costs?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact. I was here when you got conned into buying it.”
“It’s my money.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s your father’s money, is what I mean.”
“Well, thank you for bringing that up, because my day didn’t suck enough.”
“What, I’m supposed to feel sorry for you? Know how much my papa left me when he died? Nada. I had to work, Dorian. I worked, and I made something of myself. I didn’t pay dues to clubs I couldn’t afford. I didn’t buy expensive booze or German cars. So you had a bad day? Congratulations.”
I peered through the headache into her livid eyes.
“Your dad didn’t eat a bullet, Carmen.”
More memories flooded into my addled brain, and I willed them away, spinning off of the stool.
“Where are you going?” she snapped.
“Again, with the leaving.”
“Well, you can’t leave now. You just pounded scotch.” She sighed and shook her head. “You’ll have to wait, now.”
“Because I’m not letting you drive, that’s why.”
As I slumped back down onto the stool, I caught Ben snickering in the corner of the bar.
“Can I get some water, Ben? Apparently I can’t hold my scotch anymore.”
Carmen muttered something in Spanish under her breath as she put fingers to her temples.
“We had a problem in May with one of the members. He got in a wreck on Charles and we had issues with the Beverage Control board. Scared away a lot of the regulars.”
“Yeah, kind of noticed that.”
“I don’t need more problems. So just sit right there and don’t move. You can go when Ben says.”
One of the girls approached Carmen from behind. Carmen stepped aside to speak with her. I checked Bright and his pride of professionals. They all were eyeballing me thanks to Carmen’s usual lack of volume control.
Carmen gestured to them with authority, and the girl stepped away with verve. Carmen’s eyes followed her across the room as she joined Bright’s party. The only party, actually.
Then it occurred to me.
Why was Carmen giving the girls marching orders?
“Carmen? Where’s Mama Clo?”
She closed her eyes for one long blink, then looked down at her shoes.
“Sick? Is it bad?”
“Yes, Dorian, it’s bad.” She inched backward and leaned against the bar. “She’s in a hospice at Johns Hopkins.”
“What is it?”
I sucked in a long breath. “Damn.”
“She asked me to take over for a few weeks, she said, last August. By Christmas, we all figured she wasn’t coming back. When I went to visit, she asked me to take care of the girls for her.”
I took a sip of the water Ben had provided, watching the room. More memories of the glory days came spilling into my frontal lobes. There was a lot of laughter then. This whole place was lighter. Not dead and dreary.
I caught Carmen looking at me.
“What’s this about getting your head blown off?”
What’s a little magic and mayhem without some fun! I love that Dorian’s little charms are based on karma… That is, to be exact, the karma of the person buying them for use! So let me just say, if you have some seriously bad karma coming up on you, maybe you might want to steer clear! LOL I thought that this was so fresh and surprising. No one has really written that yet. I also love Dorian’s wit and quirky attitude.
Dorian’s on a mission to help retrieve a soul of an “old friend”- yeah I’ll say it that way LOL- and in the process, he has to watch his step, as the council is watching him. plus, the help friend mission means going up against his enemy and competition. Things get real crazy here. I feel like poor Dorian really doesn’t get enough sleep LOL I’ve seen this book compared to Harry Dresden’s series, and I do see some similarities, but I also see some uniquness, which is another reason I love it! Plus, Dorian seems a little more ornery than Mr Dresden. I really like his character.
There is also some excellent suspense. I gotta say, I had several questions going though my head while reading trying to figure out all the answers! The world building and research that was put into this story made it so much more real. Everything seems to flow and mesh well. I am definitely looking forward to reading book two, as this is a fantastic start to a new series. You know I normally say I don’t like big info dumps- well, this story has a ton of description, but it never felt like that because it was written excellently. It felt like you were learning the back story, and not have random info thrown at you… This is a major A+ for me! :)
I really enjoyed it, and I really look forward to reading more and more! GIMME GIMME book 2, quick! HA! % DELICIOUSLY MAGICAL PAWS from me!
About the Author:
I am a storyteller, eager to transport the reader to strange yet familiar worlds. My writing is dark, fantastical, at times stretching the limits of the human experience, and other times hinting at the monsters lurking under your bed. I write science fiction, urban fantasy, horror, and several shades in between.
I am a husband and a father, living in the “wine country” of central Maryland. I’m surrounded by grapevines and cows. During the day I commute to Baltimore, and somehow manage to escape each afternoon with only minor scrapes and bruises. I am also a homebrewer and a certified beer judge. My avocations dovetail nicely!
Hey guys! I saw the cover with a beautiful panther on there and HAD to read it! But here’s the kicker- there’s wolves!! So today, I’ve got a little coolness to share with you! I’m also gunna say that this one is also adult themed
Angelique had no idea her black panther tattoo would force her to abandon the love of her life—Connor O’Reilly—but she’s determined to keep him safe no matter how much it hurts. Her tattoo doubles as her feline familiar: loving, protective, dangerous, and with a life of its own. It’s also her deepest secret and draws enemies who desire its power for themselves.
Connor has no idea why Angelique left him, but he’s determined to win her back. As a werewolf, he has secrets of his own. Now his alpha is ready to force him to pair with an ex-girlfriend he can’t stand unless he can find Angelique and claim her as his mate. But even as their secrets threaten to keep them apart, hidden enemies seek to destroy their chance at love forever.
Goodness, for a shorter sized novel, this book makes me happy in so many ways! I also had a whole different thought for the meaning of the title! Lets see, we’ve got a woman, who’s got a magical panther tattoo, that can literally come alive, a totally hot werewolf, and some seriously crazy bad guys. Didn’t their Mommas ever tell them that torture will give you seriously bad karma
Of course I LOVE Connor! He’s a smoking HAWT wolf, who’s made up his mind- he won’t settle for less than his mate, even if she’s human and his pack is against it. He’s willing to do anything to protect her, even from himself and his kind… Boy does he get a big surprise lol!
Angel is a very lovable character to me. She’s had the love of her life in Connor but being what she is made her run. When he shows up, she can’t help but still love him and when things are getting good, all hell- and wolves- break loose! I will definitely say she gets all my sympathy with what she had to endure!
And way to go with that extra little bad guy placed! It made for a very excellent plot twist and it also made the HEA even more happier! I believe I’ve found a new series to read! It’s a quick novel but it’s still a full story! I loved it! I can’t wait for more and I do hope that I get to see more of Connor and Angel real soon!! 5 TORTUROUS MAGICAL PAWS from me
About the Author:
Sarah Mäkelä lives in North Carolina with her husband and cats. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, computer and console games, and traveling all over the world. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, as well as the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers and the Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal chapters. Find her online at http://www.sarahmakela.com.
Such a haunting cover right? With crows and fog and dress and a very cool dress… So you know all that made me want to get on this blog tour. And then the blurb made me want to read it even more! So Lemme show ya what I got!
“They say the truth can set you free. I found out it can kill you.”
Seventeen-year-old Kat Matheson has never revealed the dark secret that sets her apart from everyone else: She can see and hear the dead. Until now, she has been able to ignore the strange apparitions and whispering voices. But it may not be that simple anymore. Haunted by eerie visions and increasingly frightening nightmares, Kat begins to fear she may be the target of a dark and ominous force from beyond the grave. Complicating matters is the arrival of her new neighbor, a young man she instinctively distrusts but is inexplicably drawn to. Gorgeous and mysterious, he seems to hold a disturbing knowledge of her long-held secrets.
As she desperately tries to maintain control, events take an unexpected and violent turn. Discovering that nothing is what it seems and that her psychic abilities may involve far more than just communing with the dead, Kat may be forced to confront her worst fears and the powerful curse that controls her destiny.
A gentle breeze moves through the trees and gooseflesh creeps up my arms. I look around cautiously, my ears straining for even the slightest sound. Nothing. No dreaded flashes of a ghostly pink dress. No brain-numbing whispering. Just an empty expanse of green, dotted with trees, the stark silhouettes of houses rising behind.
My phone buzzes again, the vibration rippling through the nerve endings in my hand like a low-voltage jolt of electricity. I feel a sudden desire to fling it as far away from me as I can.
Reluctantly, I look down and click on the message.
Turning around, I see Rick, smiling back at me, waiting patiently. A scream of anguish and frustration begins to build deep inside of me and I hear a noise to my right, like the whooshing of wings. Jerking my head to the side, my eyes widen in shock, and I duck, narrowly missing a massive black bird as it sweeps past me, angling upward. I think I hear Rick say something, but his words are drowned out by the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears. I glance up, looking for the bird and see a large, dark shape sweeping past the top of the trees. I have no idea how any of it is connected – the girl, the texts, the bird – but instinctively I know they are. And it isn’t good.
I look at Rick again, the wonder and magic of this evening still singing through my veins, and my shock turns to anger. Hot, fiery, rebellious anger. This will not happen. Not tonight.
Clenching my jaw, I glare up at the sky. LEAVE ME ALONE, I scream in my head. Whatever issues this dead girl has, it has nothing to do with me.
Rick begins walking toward me. “Everything OK, Kat?”
I swallow, gathering my emotions back into a tight bundle. “Fine.” I force a smile onto my face, jogging back to him. “Just Rachel sending me another message.”
I step into the pool of light beneath the streetlamp, anxious to leave the darkness behind. Suddenly, the light flickers, an odd sizzling sound emanating from the globes. I stop and stare, watching as several sparks shoot out the sides. The bird, the largest crow I have ever seen, swoops down from the trees, one shining, jet black eye looking directly at me. Sound disappears and time seems to fold in on itself, slowing to half-speed. The same weightless feeling I’d experienced at school creeps over me, and I tense, fighting off the panic.
I stare at the bird, watching it descend lower and lower. It’s wings beat once, moving slowly down and back up again. Sparks continue to jet from the streetlamp, each brightly pointed flash of light spewing out in a torpid, glowing trail, before dropping slowly and silently to the ground. The bird is nearly on top of me. It sweeps past, close enough that I can feel the rush of air beneath its wings, gently lifting my hair. Then it arcs upward, higher and higher, before turning and diving back toward me again, it’s beak open in a silent cry.
I stand and stare, frozen in place, numb with shock and disbelief. My phone vibrates dully in my palm, and I slowly lower my head. As though acting strictly through muscle memory, my thumb pushes the message button.
I look back up at the bird. Then at the streetlamp. And suddenly, I understand. The obscure text messages melding into clear and precise meaning. But my legs won’t move.
I gasp, inhaling sharply as I struggle to break free of the torpor that has possessed me, and the world abruptly charges back into normal motion, sound and movement taking on a vivid clarity. The bird rushes toward me, it’s head cocked at an odd angle. The sparking and sizzling of the streetlamp grows louder, the globes glowing and flashing like some kind of deranged sparkler on the fourth of July. I take one slow step backward just as the globes explode with a loud bang, hundreds of tiny pieces of glass slicing through the air. I yelp and duck, lunging to the side.
” I see dead people”….. Says this girl! ooooh, did any of you like the movie “6th Sense” as much as I did? Well, what if it was a girl who could see dead people? I would also like to say that though it’s labeled YA paranormal… it’s got a slightly creepier feeling to it, so maybe add some noir, or dark, to it LOL just in case you wanted to know that part!
I think the most thing I like about Kat as a character is that she felt real. She has flaws and she makes mistakes, and is sometimes naive but she’s a teenager! I love that about her. Her insecurities are what every teenage girl goes through. I like that she has a will for herself, and not so easily pushed into peer pressure. I also like that she has a smart mouth that is useful LOL I overall liked Kat, and I especially loved her best friend Rachel, but you all know I love those supporting character roles, and this one is excellent!!
There are two guys, but there isn’t really a love triangle, and while I do have some commentary about both guys, I think I will maybe keep them to myself because I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone. I know I just said there wasn’t a love triangle, but I know some people won’t read a book with a love triangle in it! I will talk about the awesome suspense, and the totally excellent ending, cliff hanger and all! Yep, we’ve gotten one with a big ole goodie! hahaha But this is a series and how else are author’s going to keep you getting their books! HA! Well done!
I will definitely be getting book 2! I am intrigued enough to guarantee it! Plus, I thought that it was an easy read because it was pretty fast paced for me! I thought the romance part was sweet as well, which is a plus for me! So… 4.5 CREEPTASTIC HAUNTING PAWS from me!
Author/Character Guest Post:
Hi. I’m Kat Matheson and you has asked me to tell you about my life. This feels kind of weird, because I don’t really do that very much. The things that happen to me, and the things I see…well, most people wouldn’t believe it. But the folks at Happy Tails and Tales have promised me that anything I reveal will be treated as gospel truth. I’m not sure if I believe them. But, here goes.
The first seventeen years of my life were fairly normal, if you discount the fact that I saw ghosts. Dead people. Images from other places, other times. And that was OK; I could deal with it. Until that day in the house…but I don’t want to talk about that. It’s too hard. All you really need to know is that’s when everything changed.
I should have been more prepared; suspected that something wasn’t right. But I’d spent so long living in denial that when things started getting weird, I just kept up kept up the same old habits: ignore it long enough and it will go away. But it didn’t. It got worse. And when my new neighbor showed up, and seemed to know a little too much about me, I just kept beating down those red warning flags that popped up. With his dark hair and blue eyes, and the way he has of never really answering a question, he’s hot and sexy and mysterious. I tried to stay away from him, but I couldn’t. It’s like I was connected to him in some way, but I just couldn’t figure it out. Of course, now I know why, but that’s another story.
At first, I thought I was going crazy. I mean, how would you feel if you started hearing voices you’d never heard before, whispering dark messages that made no sense. Or if a giant crow appeared out of nowhere, watching you with beady black eyes. And the fog—don’t even get me started on the fog. The fog doesn’t just hide things. It brings things. Things that haunt my dreams and strike fear into my heart.
I know what you’re probably thinking: Yeah, that is crazy. But it’s my reality.
My summer was supposed to be spent hanging out with my best friend, making out with my boyfriend, and worrying about college essays. But it didn’t turn out that way. Now I’m battling a deadly curse, searching for answers, and learning about a world I never knew existed. A dark world with ties to the past that goes far beyond the grave.
I can’t say much more than that. But I’ll be in touch. Thanks for reading. And believing. I can’t tell you how this ends, because it’s only just beginning.
I have to go now. They’re looking for me.
About the Author:
Molly M Hall is the author of Reckoning, the first novel in the Dark Prophecy series. She has spent most of her life in Colorado and currently lives just outside of Denver. She pursued a degree in English Literature at Columbia College, and worked in the corporate world for several years before turning to writing full time.
When not reading or writing, she can be found shopping for awesome boots, listening to music, exercising, working on her very inadequate French, playing piano, or looking for inspiring landscapes to photograph. More at: mollymhall.com