The Wind Whisperer Blog Tour w Giveaway!

The Wind Whisperer

At fifteen, Anaii is the most important member of her tribe—and the most mysterious. Ever since Anaii can remember, the spirits of the wind have whispered of fertile hunting grounds and imminent enemy attacks. But when her people are ambushed by a brother clan without any apparent cause, the spirits remain eerily silent.
As the village prepares to retaliate, Anaii is pressured by her best friend, Elan, to marry him. It’s an old plea—Elan has spent a lifetime loving her, but Anaii only sees a childhood playmate out of an imposing warrior. Stifled by Elan’s insistence, Anaii escapes into the forest where she meets Jayttin, the beautiful son of the enemy chief.
Enamored by Jayttin’s carefree spirit and hope for peace, she repeatedly sneaks away to be with him, but when her deception is discovered, Elan is devastated. Pledging his lifelong affection, Elan gives her a passionate kiss, and Anaii begins to see her friend in a new light.
While Anaii is tormented over which man she must choose, the wind whispers of a new threat that could destroy both tribes. Only a union will afford a chance at survival, but the reality of that union is based on one thing—which man Anaii chooses to die.

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Excerpt:

I looked around cautiously before freezing at the sketchy outline of a muscular man partially hidden in the grass.  A man!  He was sprawled on his back and golden pink from too many hours in the sun.  My heart pounded to see the unfamiliar pattern of a deer on his breechcloth.  I had marched myself directly into the reach of a Zennite warrior! 

I gingerly took a step backwards, but to my horror, the man’s black eyes fluttered open.  I turned and hurled myself back across the meadow, just as the man shot up and flew after me like a predatory bird.  My muscles burned and strained to lengthen the space between us, but getting away was hopeless.  I was not a challenge to even the young boys in the foot races.

After a few powerful strides, the warrior tackled me to the ground, painfully grazing the skin on my cheek.  I wheezed a few times before my lungs filled with air. 

“A Chippoke?” he asked between breaths. 

I feverishly punched and kicked to free myself.  “Get—off—me!”

“Stop! I’m not going to hurt you,” the warrior chuckled as he struggled to pin my arms and legs.  His voice was calm and pleasant, but lying was no different than breathing to a Zennite.

“I cannot promise the same,” I wheezed as I fought. 

“You’re a bobcat,” he said with a laugh.  “A bobcat with no teeth or claws.”

“Let me go!”

“I will when you’re calm.”

Strong hands held my wrists while his full weight pinned my torso against the earth.  Fighting him was as useless as running.  “You are not a boy,” I spat angrily, fully taking in my attacker.  It was little comfort that he didn’t look like a bloodthirsty killer.  He was admittedly handsome with an angular face and sleek black hair that hung well past his shoulders.  He was not as tall as Elan, but his muscles were narrow and built for speed.  There was something different about his eyes too.  They were as black as soot—very unlike the brown woodsy colors from our tribe.

The warrior smirked down at me.  “My mother will be very surprised to hear that.  All this time she’s assumed…”

My face heated, but I fiercely met his gaze.  The Zenni were like wild dogs and pumas—they could smell emotions. “What I meant was, you are a man, not a boy.”

“Oh, I see, but you must understand, I’m not a man yet.” 

“You must understand I’m a squirrel!  Get off!  You’re hurting me!” I ordered with a useless heave. 

“No,” he said with a smirk.

It was then I realized I might die—right after I was lulled into a false sense of security.  My chest pounded as I searched for the killer’s weapon.  “Are you going to kill me?”    

“I do not feel like killing you just yet,” he said as his long hair swirled in my face.  Were we to play a game before he killed me? 

“I am glad the mood doesn’t strike you,” I snarled.  The warrior studied me with a drawn brow.  Was he guessing that I was the forest witch?  I didn’t think I looked like a witch, but I wasn’t certain what one should look like—evil at least.

“I don’t understand something,” the warrior said.  “Your eyes are blue—the blue of an angry sky.  Are you the daughter of a god?”

“Yes,” I said, heaving against his weight again.  “Now get off me, or my father Achak will strike you dead with lightening.” 

Author Guest Post:

Pick Your Weapon: Romance or Love

Chew on this a moment: nearly 49% of all paperback book sales are romance. These are those books where the main plot is for two people to romantically connect. This leaves science fiction, mystery, chick lit, and every other fictional sub-genre in the dust. I don’t know about you, but this tells me a lot about the human spirit.  Humans crave love and romance.

Still, there seems to be a stigma to romance novels that includes cheesy covers, steroidal looking men, and helpless women with an abundance of creamy white cleavage.  Oh, and then there’s the “naughty” aspect of traditional romance that requires reading in private.  When’s the last time you saw someone openly reading a Harlequin romance novel at the airport? 

Maybe romance doesn’t have to include throbbing groins and the Scottish highlands. Many reviewers stick up their noses to traditional romance but have no problem reading young adult “romance” or books that are romance but secretly labeled as something else. Water for Elephants is just one example.  This little jewel of a novel is officially listed as a historical novel, but most readers will agree that the main focus of the story is for Jacob to find his way to Marlena, the beautiful animal tamer who changes his life.

As an author I have a hard time categorizing what it is I write and admit that I cringe a little at labeling myself a romance author. Unfortunately bookstores require that all books be filed under neat little titles. I’ve heard some authors call it a literary straight jacket. At the risk of offending anybody, the last thing I want people to think of when they read a Krista Holle novel is quivering body parts and expected story lines. Perhaps I’ll start my own genre and call it: Love Stories with a Twist.

This new genre will include complicated plots and sub-plots that extend outside of girl meeting boy.  It will be heart pounding and tense but leave the graphic sex scenes behind. Love Stories with a Twist will be filled with adventure, angst, and mystery.  What you will not find is: corsets, creamy white cleavage, dukes, lords, ladies, swords, and shirtless Fabio look-alikes.

While it’s true that a good many of us crave love and romance, some of us just want to leave the cheesy behind.  So pick your weapon now: romance or love.  The market is filled with plenty of books to satisfy what you’re looking for.  Just be warned—it might not be catalogued right.

About the Author:

Krista Holle

Krista Holle is an award winning author who stepped up her writing after reading Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight series. It occurred to Krista that there is an insatiable audience of women and girls who want to read books filled with stories about true love—not just vampires. When Krista is not writing, she loves to collect seashells, watch movies, and eat obscene amounts of pizza. Krista currently resides in Montpelier, Virginia with her husband, four daughters and an eccentric cat with a weird attachment to the family’s socks.

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Giveaway!

This is an International giveaway running for the tour, and the prizes up for grabs are:
GRAND PRIZE: 1 Kindle Fire, $25 Amazon Gift Card and a printed copy of The Wind Whisperer
Runner-up 1: Printed copy of The Wind Whisperer
Runner-up 2: Ebook copy of The Wind Whisperer

GO HERE TO ENTER THE GIVEAWAY!!! *you can also click on the picture above 🙂 *

So I wish you all good luck today! I will also have another stop on Feb 3rd with an author interview and my review for this book! Make sure and come back for another chance to enter the giveaway 🙂 Happy reading and later gators!