Happy Book Birthday Chosen w Giveaway!

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Hello everyone! HAPPY HALLOWEENIE!!!! Yes I really do say that 🙂 But, today we are also celebrating the Book Birthday of Chosen by Paulina Ulrich!! I am so excited for her. She is a fellow animal lover and she writes awesome books! So let me show you the goodies! 

Chosen (Fighting Fate, #1)

Chosen  Synopsis:

Nothing can stand in the way of outspoken, rule-breaker-extraordinaire; Kaddy Richston…except destiny. Born with a spitfire personality and a take-no-nonsense attitude, Kaddy set her sights on being in a rock band and leaving her small Wyoming town along with the painful memories of her past. Kaddy knew she was a freak show with wildly colored hair and piercing gray eyes but was determined to do whatever it took to depart her broken childhood and make her own way.

But destiny had other plans for her.

The seemingly observant and mysterious Cole Huntington enters her life and becomes the bump in the road Kaddy is trying to pave for her future. Striking blue eyes, features to make any girl swoon, he’s everything but the new-to-town bad boy. Calm, cool, and always collected, he plans on unraveling every one of Kaddy’s dark secrets.

Hating him from the start and trying to fight her insane attraction to him, Kaddy is determined to undermine whatever intentions he has until she learns of a destiny she never asked for. Getting throw into a battle that’s been raging for more than a thousand years, the fate of the world lies in Kaddy’s hands as she learned just how different she is. The only person she can turn to for answers is the last person she’d want help from: the frustratingly attractive; Cole Huntington, who seemed to dislike her rule-breaking as much as she dislikes his rule-following.

Excerpt:

“Kaddy, wait.” I heard Mike trailing me as I turned out of the Wheel Barrel.

            I pressed a hand to my temple and sighed. “Yeah?”

            “You okay? I know you didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” Mike scratched the back of his head and looked down at me, worried. “Maybe some lunch will help.”

            “What I need is sleep, and what needs to happen is for me to stop having these stupid night terrors.” I leaned back against the hot brick building for a moment.

            “You can’t help it. It’s not your fault.” Mike leaned on his shoulder next to me, his hands deep in his apron pockets.

            “I know, but I hate it. Why can’t they stop?” I smacked my hand to my forehead and sighed. Against my palm, my skin felt too warm. Was I getting sick? Great. It was the last thing I needed. “Do I feel warm to you?” I dropped my hand and looked over at Mike, giving him permission to touch me with a simple confirmation from my eyes.

            Slowly raising his arm, the back of his hand pressed against my cheek. “Damn, Kaddy. You’re burning up! Do you feel all right?”

            I shrugged. I did feel all right, just a little warm. “I feel fine. I need some sleep. Promise to plan on going to bed early tonight?” I doubted he would keep this promise. He and I always stayed up late writing music.

            Mike got a playful glint in his eye. “You know I’m a night owl. No promises there.”

            I sighed and rolled my eyes. “We both are.”

            Mike still had his hand pressed against my cheek until it shifted up to tug his gray beanie down on my forehead. “Maybe it’s just my awesome hat that’s making you overheat. Who wears a beanie in August?” he joked and I playfully scowled at him as I readjusted the knitted beanie.

            “Oh, I’m sure that’s it,” I laughed and gave him a gentle punch on the arm.

            “Whoa.” He took a step back. “You been working out or something? That hurt.” Mike held his upper arm like I had socked it with everything I had. I stood there waiting with my “really?” look and raised my eyebrows in anticipation for his mischievous face to appear. If Mike was anything, he was a jokester. Just like I expected, a few seconds later, he cracked a smile on his lips and started laughing.

            “You always think your little jokes are hilarious!” Even when I rolled my eyes, I couldn’t stop his infectious laughter from causing me to laugh.

            “Kadster, we know I tell the best jokes. I eat sarcasm for breakfast every day.” He winked and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I didn’t shy from his touch.

            “So do I, but no one but you finds anything I say funny.” I looked up at him as he walked me to the corner of the block, the direction of home. Only Mike called me the Kadster. Actually, he had a lot of nicknames for me and I didn’t mind it. He was one of the few I would let getaway with calling me things other than my name.

            “It’s because everyone is just jealous of the awesome friendship we’ve had since we were eight. Haters gonna hate.” He shrugged and his other hand pretended to dust off his shoulder. Mike was the only friend I counted on for anything. Long ago, we made a pact, and so far, he’s kept every word he promised to keep.

 My Review:

COMING SOON!! I’m finally starting to get better from being sick and so far I’m loving this book!!

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Paulina Ulrich  Bio:

Paulina Ulrich

I love to write because if I didn’t then I wouldn’t be telling stories, I wouldn’t have gotten a degree in creative writing, and my insanely fluffy cat wouldn’t be “assisting” my writing by laying on the keyboard. I am the author of the Flightless Bird series (Flightless Bird, Broken Wings, Fair Feathered, & Timeless Sky) and the Fighting Fate series (Chosen). I was raised to big dream or don’t dream at all and my highly active imagination has been the cause behind many of my stories. I write because life wouldn’t be as fun without the occasional break or two from reality. With my cat and a glass of iced tea nearby you can find me weaving stories and when I’m not writing, I’m out buying way too many cute shoes.

Links:

Blog: http://www.paulinaulrich.blogspot.com/

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/paulinaulrich

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authorpaulinaulrich

Author Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5142171.Paulina_Ulrich

Chosen  Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17288041-chosen

Giveaway:

2 SIGNED copies of Chosen AND 3 Ebook copies of Chosen! GO HERE TO ENTER!

So I wish you all good luck to win this great book! I am so happy for Ms Paulina! I know she has worked really hard on this one! I am honored to be a part of it! Happy reading and later gators! I hope you guys are all going Trick Or Treating!! 🙂 

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To Love A Highland Dragon Blog Tour!

Hello everyone! I have dragons for you today!!! 🙂 Let me show you! 

To Love a Highland Dragon (Dragon Lore, #1)

To Love a Highland Dragon

Dragon Lore, Book 1

Ann Gimpel

Publisher: Taliesin

ISBN:  978-1-962916-004-7

Release Date: 9/5/13

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Romance

71,000 words

A modern day psychiatrist and a dragon shifter stranded in time can’t escape their destiny, no matter how unlikely it seems.

Book Description:

In a cave deep beneath Inverness, a dragon shifter stirs and wakens. The cave is the same and his hoard intact, yet Lachlan senses something amiss. Taking his human form, he ventures above ground with ancient memories flooding him. But nothing is the same. His castle has been replaced by ungainly row houses. Men aren’t wearing plaids and women scarcely wear anything at all.

In Inverness for a year on a psychiatry fellowship, Dr. Maggie Hibbins watches an oddly dressed man pick his way out of a heather and gorse thicket. Even though it runs counter to her better judgment, she teases him about his strange attire. He looks so lost—and so unbelievably handsome —she takes him to a pub for a meal, to a barbershop, and then home. Along the way the hard-to-accept truth sinks in: he has to be a refugee from another era.

Never a risk-taker, Maggie’s carefully constructed life is about to change forever. Swept up in an ancient prophecy that links her to Lachlan and his dragon, she must push the edges of the impossible to save both the present and her heart.

Excerpt:

Kheladin listened to the rush of blood as his multi-chambered heart pumped. After eons of nothingness, it was a welcome sound. A cool, sandy floor pressed against his scaled haunches. One whirling eye flickered open, followed by the other.

Where am I? He peered around himself and blew out a sigh, followed by steam, smoke, and fire.

Thanks be to Dewi— Kheladin invoked the blood-red Celtic dragon goddess— I am still in my cave. It smelled right, but I wasna certain.

He rotated his serpent’s head atop his long, sinuous neck. Vertebrae cracked. Kheladin lowered his head and scanned the place he and Lachlan, his human bond mate, had barricaded themselves into. It might have only been days ago, but somehow, it didn’t seem like days, or even months or a few years. His body felt rusty, as if he hadn’t used it in centuries.

How long did I sleep?

He shook his head. Copper scales flew everywhere, clanking against a pile that had formed around him. More than anything, the glittery heap reinforced his belief that he’d been asleep for a very long time. Dragons shed their scales annually. From the looks of the pile circling his body, he’d gone through hundreds of molt cycles. But how? The last thing he remembered was retreating to the cave far beneath Lachlan’s castle and working with the mage to construct strong wards.

Had the black wyvern grown so powerful he’d been able to force his magic into the very heart of Kheladin’s fortress?

If that is true— If we were really his prisoner, why did I finally waken? Is Lachlan still within me?

Stop! I have to take things one at a time.

He returned his gaze to the nooks and crannies of his spacious cave. He’d have to take inventory, but it appeared his treasure hadn’t been disturbed. Kheladin blew a plume of steam upward, followed by an experimental gout of fire. The black wyvern, his sworn enemy since before the Crusades, may have bested him, but he hadn’t gotten his slimy talons on any of Kheladin’s gold or jewels.

He shook out his back feet and shuffled to the pool at one end of the cave where he dipped his snout and drank deeply. The water didn’t taste quite right. It wasn’t poisoned, but it held an undercurrent of metals that had never been there before. Kheladin rolled the liquid around in his mouth. He didn’t recognize much of what he tasted.

The flavors are not familiar because I have been asleep for so long. Aye, that must be it. Part of his mind recoiled; he suspected he was deluding himself.

“We’re awake.” Lachlan’s voice hummed in the dragon’s mind.

“Aye, that we are.”

“How long did we sleep?”

“I doona know.” Water streamed down the dragon’s snout and neck. He knew what would come next; he didn’t have to wait long.

“Let us shift. We think better in my body.” Lachlan urged Kheladin to cede ascendency.

“Ye only think that is true.” Kheladin pushed back. “I was figuring things out afore ye woke.”

“Aye, I’m certain ye were, but…” But what? “Och aye, my brain is thick and fuzzy, as if I havena used it for a verra long time.”

“Mine feels the same.”

The bond allowed only one form at a time. Since they were in Kheladin’s body, he still had the upper hand; the dragon didn’t think Lachlan was strong enough to force a shift without his help. There’d been a time when he could have but not now.

Was it safe to venture above ground? Kheladin recalled the last day he’d seen the sun. After a vicious battle in the great room of Lachlan’s castle, they’d retreated to his cave and taken their dragon form as a final resort. Rhukon, the black wyvern, had pretended he wanted peace. He’d come with an envoy that had turned out to be a retinue of heavily armed men…

Both he and Lachlan had expected Rhukon to follow them underground. Kheladin’s last thought before nothingness descended had been amazement their enemy hadn’t pursued them. Hmph. He did come after us but with magic. Magic strong enough to penetrate our wards.

“Aye, and I was just thinking the same thing,” Lachlan sniped in a vexed tone.

“We trusted him,” Kheladin snarled. “More the fools we were. We should have known.” Despite drinking, his throat was still raw. He sucked more water down and fought rising anger at himself for being gullible. Even if Lachlan hadn’t known better, he should have. His stomach cramped from hunger.

Kheladin debated the wisdom of making his way through the warren of tunnels leading to the surface in dragon form. There had always been far more humans than dragons. Mayhap it would be wiser to accede to Lachlan’s wishes before they crept from their underground lair to rejoin the world of men.

“Grand idea.” Lachlan’s response was instantaneous, as was his first stab at shifting.

It took half a dozen attempts. Kheladin was far weaker than he’d imagined and Lachlan so feeble he was almost an impediment. Finally, once a shower of scales cleared, Lachlan’s emaciated body stood barefoot and naked in the cave.

*

Lacking the sharp night vision he enjoyed as a dragon, because his magic was so diminished, he kindled a mage light and glanced down at himself. Ribs pressed against his flesh, and a full beard extended halfway down his chest. Turning his head to both sides, he saw shoulder blades so sharp he was surprised they didn’t puncture his skin. Tawny hair fell in tangles past his waist. The only thing he couldn’t see was his eyes. Absent a glass, he was certain they were the same crystal-clear emerald color they’d always been.

Lachlan stumbled across the cave to a chest where he kept clothing. Dragons didn’t need such silly accoutrements; humans did. He sucked in a harsh breath. The wooden chest was falling to ruin. He tilted the lid against a wall; it canted to one side. Many of his clothes had moldered into unusable rags, but items toward the bottom had fared better. He found a cream-colored linen shirt with long, flowing sleeves, a black and green plaid embroidered with the insignia of his house—a dragon in flight—and soft, deerskin boots that laced to his knees.

He slid the shirt over his head and wrapped the plaid around himself, taking care to wind the tartan so its telltale insignia was hidden in its folds. Who knew if the black wyvern—or his agents—lurked near the mouth of the cave? Lachlan bent to lace his boots. A crimson cloak with only a few moth holes completed his outfit. He finger-combed his hair and smoothed his unruly beard. “Good God, but I must look a fright,” he muttered. “Mayhap I can sneak into my castle and set things aright afore anyone sees me. Surely whichever of my kinsmen are inhabiting the castle will be glad the master of the house has finally returned.”

Lachlan worked on bolstering a confidence he was far from feeling. He’d nearly made it to the end of the cave, where a rock-strewn path led upward, when he doubled back to get a sword and scabbard—just in case things weren’t as sanguine as he hoped. He located a thigh sheath and a short dagger as well, fumbling to attach them beneath his kilt. Underway once again, he hadn’t made it very far along the upward-sloping tunnel that ended at a well-hidden opening not far from the postern gate of his castle, when he ran into rocks littering the way.

He worked his way around progressively larger boulders until he came to a huge one that totally blocked the tunnel. Lachlan stared at it in disbelief. When had that happened? In all the time he’d been using these passageways, they’d never been blocked by rock fall. If he weren’t so weak, summoning magic to shove the rock over enough to allow him to pass wouldn’t be a problem. As it was, simply walking uphill proved a challenge.

He pinched the bridge of his nose between a grimy thumb and forefinger. His mage light weakened.

If I can’t even keep a light going, how in the goddess’ name will I be able to move that rock?

Lachlan hunkered next to the boulder and let his light die while he ran possibilities through his head. His stomach growled and clenched in hunger. Had he come through however much time had passed to die like a dog of starvation in his own cave?

“No, by God.” He slammed a fist against the boulder. The air sizzled. Magic. The rock was illusion. Not real.

Counter spell. I need the counter spell.

Maybe I don’t. He stood, took a deep breath, and walked into the huge rock. The air did more than sizzle; it flamed. If he’d been human, it would have burned him, but dragons were impervious to fire, as were dragon shifters. Lachlan waltzed through the rock, cursing Rhukon as he went. Five more boulders blocked his tunnel, each more charged with magic than the last.

Finally, sweating and cursing, he rounded the last curve; the air ahead lightened. He wanted to throw himself on the ground and screech his triumph.

Not a good idea.

“Let me out. Ye have no idea what we’ll find.”

Kheladin’s voice in his mind was welcome but the idea wasn’t. “Ye are right. Because we have no idea what is out there, we stay in my skin until we are certain. We can hide in this form far more easily than we can in yours.”

“Since when did we begin hiding?” The dragon sounded outraged.

“Our magic is weak.” Lachlan adopted a placating tone. “’Tis prudent to be cautious until it fully recovers.”

“No dragon would ever say such a thing.” Deep, fiery frustration rolled off Kheladin.

Steam belched from Lachlan’s mouth. “Stop that,” he hissed, but his mind voice was all but obliterated by wry dragon laughter.

“Why? I find it amusing that ye think an eight foot tall dragon with elegant copper scales and handsome, green eyes would be difficult to sequester. A hesitation. “And infuriating that we need to conceal ourselves at all. Need I remind you we’re warriors?”

“Quite taken with yourself, eh?” Lachlan sidestepped the issue of hiding; he didn’t want to discuss it further and risk being goaded into something unwise. Kheladin chuckled and pushed more steam through Lachlan’s mouth, punctuated by a few flames.

Lost in a sudden rush of memories, Lachlan slowed his pace. As a mage, he would have lived hundreds of years, but bonded to a dragon, he’d live forever. In preparation, he’d studied long years with Aether, a wizard and dragon shifter himself. Along the way, Lachlan had forsaken much—a wife and bairns, for starters, for what woman would put up with a husband who was so rarely at home?—to bond with a dragon, forming their partnership. Once Lachlan’s magic was finally strong enough, there’d been the niggling problem of locating that special dragon willing to join its life with his.

Because the bond conferred immortality on both the dragon and their human partner, dragons were notoriously picky. After all, dragon and mage would be welded through eternity. The magic could be undone, but the price was high: mages were stripped of power and their dragon mates lost much of theirs, too, as the bond unraveled. Lachlan had hunted for over a hundred years before finding Kheladin. The pairing had been instantaneous on both sides. He’d just settled in with his dragon, and was about to hunt down a wife to grace his castle, when the black wyvern had attacked.

“What are ye waiting for?” Kheladin sounded testy. “Daydreaming is a worthless pursuit. My grandmother is two thousand years old, and she moves faster than you.”

Lachlan snorted. He didn’t bother to explain there wasn’t much point in jumping through the opening in the gorse and thistle bushes and right into Rhukon’s arms. An unusual whirring filled the air, like the noisiest beehive he’d ever heard. His heart sped up, but the sound receded. “What the hell was that?” he muttered and made his way closer to the world outside his cave.

Finally at the end of the tunnel, Lachlan stepped to the opening, shoved some overgrown bushes out of the way, and peered through. What he saw was so unbelievable, he squeezed his eyes tight shut, opened them, and looked again. Unfortunately, nothing had changed. Worse, an ungainly, shiny cylinder roared past, making the same whirring noise he’d puzzled over moments before. He fell backward into the cave, breath harsh in his throat, and landed on his rump. Not only was the postern gate no longer there, neither was his castle. A long, unattractive row of attached structures stood in its stead.

“Holy godhead. What do I do now?”

“We go out there and find something to eat,” the dragon growled.

Lachlan gritted his teeth together. Kheladin had a good point. It was hard to think on an empty stomach.

“Here I was worried about Rhukon. At least I understood him. I fear whatever lies in wait for us will require all our skill.”

“Ye were never a coward. It is why I allowed the bond. Get moving.”

The dragon’s words settled him. Ashamed of his indecisiveness, Lachlan got to his feet, brushed dirt off his plaid, and worked his way through the bushes hiding the cave’s entrance. As he untangled stickers from the finely spun wool of his cloak and his plaid, he gawked at a very different world from the one he’d left. There wasn’t a field—or an animal—in sight. Roadways paved with something other than dirt and stones were punctuated by structures so numerous, they made him dizzy. The hideous incursion onto his lands stretched in every direction. Lachlan balled his hands into fists. He’d find out what had happened, by God. When he did, he’d make whoever had erected all those abominations take them down.

An occasional person walked by in the distance. They shocked him even more than the buildings and roads. For starters, the males weren’t wearing plaids, so there was no way to tell their clan. Females were immodestly covered. Many sported bare legs and breeks so tight he saw the separation between their ass cheeks. Lachlan’s groin stirred, cock hardening. Were the lassies no longer engaging in modesty or subterfuge and simply asking to be fucked? Or was this some new garb that befit a new era?

He detached the last thorn, finally clear of the thicket of sticker bushes. Where could he find a market with vendors? Did market day even still exist in this strange environment?

“Holy crap! A kilt, and an old-fashioned one at that. Tad bit early in the day for a costume ball, isn’t it?” A rich female voice laced with amusement, sounded behind him.

Lachlan spun, hands raised to call magic. He stopped dead once his gaze settled on a lass nearly as tall as himself, which meant she was close to six feet. She turned so she faced him squarely. Bare legs emerged from torn fabric that stopped just south of her female parts. Full breasts strained against scraps of material attached to strings tied around her neck and back. Her feet were encased in a few straps of leather. Long, blonde hair eddied around her, the color of sheaves of summer wheat.

His cock jumped to attention. His hands itched to make a grab for her breasts or her ass. She had an amazing ass: round and high and tight. What was expected of him? The lass was dressed in such a way as to invite him to simply tear what passed for breeks aside and enter her. Had times changed so drastically that women provoked men into public sex? He glanced about, half expecting to see couples having it off with one another willy-nilly.

“Well,” she urged. “Cat got your tongue?” She placed her hands on her hips. The motion stretched the tiny bits of flowered fabric that barely covered her nipples still further.

Lachlan bowed formally, straightened, and waited for her to hold out a hand for him to kiss. “I am Lachlan Moncrieffe, my lady. It is a pleasure to—”

She erupted into laughter—and didn’t hold out her hand. “I’m Maggie,” she managed between gouts of mirth. “What are you? A throwback to medieval times? You can drop the Sir Galahad routine.”

Lachlan felt his face heat. “I fear I do not understand the cause of your merriment … my lady.”

Maggie rolled her midnight blue eyes. “Oh, brother. Did you escape from a mental hospital? Nah, you’d be in pajamas then, not those fancy duds.” She dropped her hands to her sides and started to walk past him.

“No. Wait. Please, wait.” Lachlan cringed at the whining tone in his voice. The dragon was correct that the Moncrieffe was a proud house. They bowed to no one.

She eyed him askance. “What?”

“I am a stranger in this town.” He winced at the lie. Once upon a time, he’d been master of these lands. Apparently that time had long since passed. “I am footsore and hungry. Where might I find victuals and ale?”

Her eyes widened. Finely arched blonde brows drew together over a straight nose dotted by a few freckles. “Victuals and ale,” she repeated disbelievingly.

“Aye. Food and drink, in the common vernacular.”

“Oh, I understood you well enough,” Maggie murmured. “Your words, anyway. Your accent’s a bit off.” His stomach growled again, embarrassingly loud. “Guess you weren’t kidding about being hungry.” She eyed him appraisingly. “Do you have any money?”

Money. Too late he thought of the piles of gold coins and priceless gems lying on the floor of Kheladin’s cave. In the world he’d left, his word had been as good as his gold. He opened his mouth, but she waved him to silence. “I’ll stand you for a pint and some fish and chips. You can treat me next time.”

He heard her mutter, “Yeah right,” under her breath as she curled a hand around his arm and tugged. “Come on. I have a couple of hours and then I’ve got to go to work. I’m due in at three today.”

Lachlan trotted along next to her. She let go of him like he was a viper when he tried to close a hand over the one she’d laid so casually on his person. He cleared his throat and wondered what he could safely ask that wouldn’t give his secrets away. He could scarcely believe this alien landscape was Scotland, but if he asked what country they were in, or what year it was, she’d think him mad. He wondered if the black wyvern had used some diabolical dark magic to transport his cave to another locale, and then thought better of it. Even Rhukon wasn’t that powerful.

“In here.” She pointed to a door beneath a flashing sigil. He gawked at it. One minute it was red, the next blue, the next green, illuminating the word Open. What manner of magic was this? “Don’t tell me you have temporal lobe epilepsy.” She stared at him. “It’s only a neon sign. It doesn’t bite. Move on through the door. There’s food on the other side,” she added slyly.

Feeling like a rube, Lachlan searched for a latch, didn’t find one, and pushed his shoulder against the door. It opened, and he held it with a hand so Maggie could enter first. “After you, my lady,” he murmured.

“Stop that.” She spoke into his ear as she went past. “No more my ladies. Got it?”

“I think so.” He followed her into a low ceilinged room lined with wooden planks. It was the first thing that looked familiar. Parts of it, anyway. Men—kilt-less men—sat at the bar, hefting glasses and chatting. The tables were empty.

“What’ll it be, Mags?” a man with a towel tied around his waist called from behind the bar.

“Couple of pints and two of today’s special. Come to think of it,” she eyed Lachlan, “make that three of the special.”

“May I inquire just what the special is?” Lachlan asked, thinking he might want to order something different.

Maggie waved a hand at a black board suspended over the bar. “You can read?”

“Of course.” He resented the inference he might be uneducated but swallowed back harsh words.

“Excellent. Then move.” She shoved her body into his in a distressingly familiar way for such a communal location. Not that he wouldn’t have enjoyed the contact if they were alone and he were free to take advantage of it… “All the way to the back,” she hissed into his ear. “That way if you slip up, no one will hear.”

He bristled. Lachlan Moncrieffe did not sit in the back of any establishment. He was always given a choice table near the center of things. He opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it.

She scooped an armful of flattened scrolls off the bar before following him to the back of the room. Once there, she dumped them onto the table between them. He wanted to ask what they were but decided he should pretend to know. He turned the top sheaf of papers toward him and scanned the close-spaced print. Many of the words were unfamiliar, but what leapt off the page was The Inverness Courier and presumably the current date: June 10, 2012.

It had been 1683 when Rhukon had chivied him into the dragon’s cave. Three-hundred twenty-nine years, give or take a month or two. At least he was still in Inverness—for all the good it did him.

“You look as if you just saw a ghost.” Maggie spoke quietly.

“No. I am quite fine. Thank you for inquiring … my, er…” His voice trailed off.

“Good.” She nodded approvingly. “You’re learning.” The bartender slapped two mugs of ale on the scarred wooden table.

“On your tab, Mags?” he asked.

She nodded. “Except you owe me so much, you’ll never catch up.”

Lachlan took a sip of what turned out to be weak ale. It wasn’t half bad but could have stood an infusion of bitters. He puzzled over what Maggie meant. Why would the barkeep owe her? His nostrils flared. She must work at the establishment—probably as a damsel of ill repute from the looks of her. Mayhap, she hadn’t been paid her share of whatever she earned in quite some time.

Protectiveness flared deep inside him. Maggie should not have to earn her way lying on her back. He’d see to it she had a more seemly position.

Aye, once I find my way around this bizarre new world. Money wouldn’t be a problem, but changing four-hundred-year-old gold coins into today’s tender might be. Surely there were still banks that might accomplish something like that.

One thing at a time, he reminded himself.

“So.” She skewered him with her blue gaze—Norse eyes if he’d ever seen a set—and took a sip from her mug. “What did you see in the newspaper that upset you so much?”

“Nothing.” He tried for an offhand tone.

“Bullshit,” she said succinctly. “I’m a doctor. A psychiatrist. I read people’s faces quite well, and you look as if you’re perilously close to going into shock on me.”

My Review:

I just love dragons. They are my like third favorite supernatural being. I know, third, but it’s important hahahaha 🙂 This is a start to a new series, and it’s historical type, with dragons and magic and fun things. And this dragon, he lived a long time ago, and then wakes up in present day time. I thought it was kind of funny. 🙂 Plus he woke up a dragon not a dude. He’s a little lost *giggle* 

So Lachlan is a dragon mage, who is scottish, and lived in the 1600s. He’s clueless about time because he didn’t actually live through it all, he just somehow wakes up and it’s today. As he goes out in his human form, he realizes just how much has changed and how different things really are. This is how he meets Dr Maggie. She’s the shrink. First she thinks he’s a total nut job, then realizes that some things aren’t what they always seem. They have a sweet relationship in the end. 

There’s a lot of things going on, but mainly we focus on those two, and in Maggie teaching Lachlan about this time, here and now, they are teaching each other about love and relationships, and magic. 🙂 It’s really cool because you have different belief systems between the 1600s and now, and things have evolved, except Lachlan. I mean what a great nap LOL 

I thought this was a fun, sweet, and easy read. The writing is great, which I expected, if you’ve ever read anything by Ms Ann. And her romances are always tastefully done. I look forward to more from her and I can’t wait for things to progress with this series! 4 Magically Dragon Delicious PAWS! 

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About the Author

Short Bio:

Ann Gimpel is a clinical psychologist, with a Jungian bent.  Avocations include mountaineering, skiing, wilderness photography and, of course, writing.  A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Several paranormal romance novellas are available in e-format. Three novels, Psyche’s Prophecy, Psyche’s Search, and Psyche’s Promise are small press publications available in e-format and paperback. Look for three more urban fantasy novels coming this summer and fall: To Tame a Highland Dragon, Earth’s Requiem and Earth’s Blood.

A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.

www.anngimpel.com

http://anngimpel.blogspot.com

http://www.amazon.com/author/anngimpel

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@AnnGimpel (for Twitter)

Long Bio:

Ann Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag friends and relatives along, Ann prefers her solitude. Stories always ran around in her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company. Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.

Around that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.

In addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out their family.

I hope you guys check this one out! Happy reading and later gators! 

Ever After Release Day! w Giveaways!

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October is the official release month for the all new Ever After. Ever After features paranormal, sci-fi, and horror novellas, all with the romance you’ve come to love from Entangled–just in a shorter format.

Ever After is celebrating in style with four new releases and great giveaways, including a Kindle Fire. Make sure to like their new Facebook Page and follow them on Twitter

Vampire Games by Tiffany Allee

Otherworlder Enforcement Agency #4

She’s seen the past…OWEA Agent Beatrice Davis is haunted by the death visions that help her solve crimes. When Detective Claude Desmairis, her vampire ex-lover, asks for her assistance on a case, she’d rather help him than take the mandated leave to stave off her burn-out.The truth won’t stay buried…

Pressed to solve a series of crimes before the perpetrator blows the vampire world apart, Claude turns to a woman he thought he’d been able to leave behind. But he was wrong, and his feelings for her will only bring trouble in an investigation this dangerous.
As their passions reignite, they see a possible future together. Until her visions show her the face of the murderer—a man Claude can never betray.

Ghosts of Kingston Cottage by Libby Bishop

She believes in ghosts.

Medium and paranormal investigator Arabella Pierce is sent with her crew to Kingston Cottage, a haunted Maine seafarer’s cottage on an isolated island, but for this investigation, her boss has stuck them with skeptical reporter Lucas Brown. Though he’s hot as they come, Arabella can’t trust a man whose sole job is to discredit her and the work she does. Not after what happened with the last few skeptics…

He believes in evidence.

But Lucas isn’t as skeptical as he seems—he wants the truth, no matter what that is. When the ghosts appear, he and Arabella must work together—in tight quarters—to convince the resident ghosts to move on before a storm strands the entire crew on the island. If Arabella can put aside her prejudices, she and Lucas just might have a shot at a lifetime.

Ghost of the Falls by Sarah Gilman

Determined to prove she’s fit for the family business, exorcist Jade Clarence knows the assignment waiting in Maine is her last chance. Born into a family of exorcists, Jade’s unorthodox ideas have gotten her into trouble in the past…and cost the life of a client.

After haunting a Maine state park for more than a century, Dutch Hutchinson will do whatever it takes to bring an end to his unfulfilling existence. When an act of arson brings a beautiful exorcist to town, Dutch takes corporeal form in order to spend his last hours in her company.

Jade quickly uncovers Dutch’s true identity and finds herself falling for the man behind the spirit. But when Jade’s legacy threatens their future, they will have to overcome the greatest of odds—life and death.

Less Than Perfect by Kelly Jensen

Mikayla’s read every book in her collection of post-apocalyptic novels at least twice. She thinks she’s prepared for aliens taking over Earth. She’s not.

Nor is she prepared for the attention of a good-looking refugee named Reg.

All Mikayla and Reg want is a safe place to see out the end of the world, hidden away from the aliens that call themselves The People, but cities of the depopulated United States not infested with The People are rife with gangs, the detritus of civilization and disease.

On a mission to restock their supplies, Mikayla and Reg are captured by The People and prepared for the procedure that will make them perfect, but no longer quite human. In order to escape, they need to rely on each other…if Mikayla can trust a man who seems too good to be true.

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SM Reine’s Ascension Series Spotlight!

Sometimes being a blogger is awesome! I love Ms Reine’s work. All of them! When she let me know that since I loved her other stuff that she would allow me to read her newest series, I seriously squealed! And for good reason! It’s her best yet! So, today I am spotlighting her goodies with some reviews 🙂 Let me show you! 

Sacrificed in Shadow (Ascension #1)

Sacrificed in Shadow (Ascension #1)

by S.M. Reine (Goodreads Author)
Elise Kavanagh, preternatural investigator and exorcist, is the expert when it comes to violent deaths at the jaws of evil. She’s also the demon known as the Godslayer. Elise jumps at Lincoln’s case, and it’s not just because of his down-home charm. Someone’s laid a trap for her in Northgate, and she wants to find out who.She’ll have to team up with Rylie Gresham, Alpha of the last surviving werewolf pack, to figure out who’s trying to blame the murders on werewolves. Only together can they stop the killings — and uncover the secrets buried in Northgate.

My Review:
I love this series! I love that there’s everything I enjoy about a book in it. I am so excited that each of her characters from other series have continued on into this one.  I love Riley. I love the werewolves. I love Elise. I love her demon hunting team! I love where this went, because even if you haven’t read any other book from any other series, you would still be ok to read this. BUT you should be reading everything she touches 🙂 
So, Elise is our main character. She is a complicated being LOL I really don’t want to give away spoilers, so I am going to try to be careful. She has a bad attitude, well, I actually like her attitude, but a lot of people will find her a little blunt. She kills demons. She has demon powers. She’s smart, she’s tough, she’s definitely someone you should be scared of, and then, you can’t out run her, so you might as well be on her side. She would be a fun friend! And with all of that, she has a heart, and a soft side, and compassion, and empathy. Hard to believe, but that’s why I love her. She is one of the most complex characters I’ve ever read! She’s my hero! 
Lincoln is the sweet, good boy, by the book, deputy in a small town. He’s asked for Elise’s help, and holy crap, this opened the can of worms, and things just go nuts. I liked him, because those he comes off as the goody two shoes, he’s inner monologue is AWESOME! It’s the perfect guy thing, because they really do think about sex a lot, and even the good ones can’t help themselves sometimes. And now, this starts the fall. 
There are some seriously creepy people in here. The bad guys are gunna have your jaw dropping, and then you’ll still be in shock with the ending. You get to see so many wonderful previous characters and you get to meet some new great ones. I wasn’t a big fan of James in the beginning, and now, I know why, but I can’t tell you. The wolves just have me, I love them. And you will be second guessing yourself at every moment. The mysteries and action had me completely glued to the page. I could not put this book down. I actually jumped right in to book two! It’s a wonderful, action packed, mysterious ride of crazy! I love it, I want more, I need for it to be a continuous gimme gimme hahahaha 🙂 I will stop now, because I have to figure out how To tell you about book 2 without spoilers 🙂 5 EXTREMELY AWESOME FANTASTIC ASS KICKING PAWS!
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Oaths of Blood (Ascension, #2)

Oaths of Blood (Ascension #2)

by S.M. Reine (Goodreads Author)
Werewolves are immune to every illness and can heal any wound. It should be impossible for one to become possessed by a demon. But that’s exactly what Seth Wilder is facing: a werewolf gone insane from possession. He has no choice but to deliver her to the only exorcist in America, Elise Kavanagh, who also happens to be a powerful demon known as the Godslayer.Elise is in hiding when Seth and Rylie Gresham, Alpha werewolf, arrive seeking her help. She agrees, but everything has its price. What they learn about the possessed werewolf changes everything–Hell and Earth, the pack, and the future of the entire world…

My Review:
oh my god! oh my god! oh my…….. did you seriously…. yes, you did, oh my, holy shhhhhhh…… I can’t tell you. I can say that I am devastated. I am shocked. I am completely unprepared. I am slightly at a loss. Ok, let me try…. There are multiple POVs in here, which added to the POVs from Sacrificed in Shadow. I happen to like getting a look into everyone’s heads. After all the things that happened at the end of the first book, I was a little unprepared for how shocking this one would be.  A big part of this one is Seth. You get to see how Seth feels and looks at the pack. You also get to see how Elise is dealing with things from the first book as well as this new threat for being framed for murder of a big politician. And James is still causing havoc and manipulation. 
There’s a lot of mystery and action in this one. I thought the first one was top notch, and this one is even better. I am obsessed with these characters and their stories. Each character is so well thought out, and complex, and real. You will get attached to every one of them. You will feel the anguish for the bad guys. You will be torn with decisions right along with them. You will cry, like I did, at the end, when you realize that that really is real and just happened and you can’t take it back. I think this may have been one of the most emotional books of any of Ms Reine’s I’ve ever read. She got me on this one. 
I recommend that you read this series. And if you really want the best experience, read the two starter series. Rylie and her wolves have a start- you can even get that book one for free, I’ll leave the links below. And Elise’s start is also free. And then read everything else in between too! I need everything! I can’t grasp the awesomeness that came with the end of this one. 5 COMPLETELY SHOCKING HEART STOPPING PAWS!!! 
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Ruled by Steel (Ascension #3)
Only a demon can save the souls trapped in Hell.

 
Elise Kavanagh failed to prevent the Breaking, and now Hell is spilling onto Earth. She’s delved deep into the City of Dis in an attempt to stop the infernal armies-but even the legendary Godslayer is unprepared to face Dis’s fiercest demons, not to mention the responsibility of liberating the humans they’ve enslaved.
 
On Earth, rogue angel Nash Adamson is wing-deep in damage control after the Breaking, and his fellow angels don’t want to get involved. War is approaching the werewolf sanctuary. 
 
If Heaven won’t help them, he’ll have to turn to Hell for salvation. Everything hinges on who can control the Palace of Dis. Elise and her allies have no choice but to rule by steel…
This one is just released, not in ebook yet, but paper back and I am reading it now. I will have my review VERY soon! I picked it up immediately! 🙂 
About the Author:
S.M. Reine
Hi everyone! My name is Sara, and I write urban fantasy and paranormal novels as SM Reine. I collect swords, cat hair, and typewriters (which I do use for writing!). It’s a good day when those three things have nothing to do with each other.If you would like to know the instant my next book is available, you should enlist in my Army of Evil! We have a wicked cool secret handshake, but you’ll have to sign up to learn it. 😉 Check it out —http://smarturl.it/armyofevil

she has several of her books free for kindle right now, so I suggest you get some of those! 
I wanna thank Ms R, YOU ROCK!!!!! I hope you guys enjoyed today! Enjoy the freebies! 🙂 Happy reading and later gators!

Time Spell by TA Foster!

Hello everyone! Today I have a very special guest. And she has a lovely book for me to show you. So, I will first say that I am so sorry. I have been and still am, very sick. I am going back and forth on meds and doctors, so I haven’t gotten to my review yet, so Ms. Foster, this apology is to you! However, I PROMISE as soon as I get my head, chest, and normalcy back in order, I will be getting to it ASAP. Unfortunately, have a flu like cold with a severe sinus and ear infection is totally kicking my booty. So, with that, let me show you some extreme seriously awesomeness! 🙂 

Time Spell by T.A. Foster

August 2013

Goodreads link:  http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18170770-time-spell 

Time Spell (Ivy Grace Spell, #1)

BOOK SUMMARY:

Ivy Grace is learning that magic–and love–are all about the right timing.

Follow the adventures of this spirited young Southern woman as she embarks upon a successful new career writing novels and movies that explore romantic mysteries of the past.

Ivy, a witch who spends her days practicing her brand of good magic in a sleepy little city, often travels back in time to observe events of yesteryear and turn them into compelling stories for her modern-day fans. But as her uncanny ability to weave enthralling historic tales lands her in the limelight, she quickly finds that fame sometimes comes with a price.

Evil forces now know who she is and threaten to reveal her family’s most sacred magical secrets.

With the help of her ruggedly handsome editor and a sexy supernatural ex-boyfriend, Ivy must unravel history while fighting to keep these ominous forces at bay.

Will Ivy be able to make the ultimate sacrifice for the people she loves the most?

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Barnes and Noble:  http://bit.ly/1bujntB

My Review will be up really soon!

Puppy Love:  Character Spotlight: Cooper 

When I first found out Time Spell was going to be featured on Happy Tails and Tales, I knew exactly which character I was going to talk about—Cooper.

Readers are always curious about a writer’s inspiration for their characters. They want to know if the fiction comes from the nonfiction in the author’s life. It’s hard not to wonder how much of a story is autobiographical. So today I’m putting those rumors to rest. Yes. Yes it’s true. Cooper is based on a real guy in my life.

However, he wasn’t just any guy. He was with me for twelve years. We hiked, went for long runs, slept in and snuggled on the weekends, and traveled together. He was there for the breakups, for the day I met my husband, and for the first baby—he was a part of all of those big life moments. The Cooper inspiration for Time Spell was my yellow lab, Dallas.

Giving Ivy a faithful, at-home sidekick was my way of paying tribute to the dog that I still miss. Plus, I like that my witch doesn’t have a stereotypical pet cat. I’m able to sneak in little bits of my relationship with Dallas into Ivy’s Sullen’s Grove life. For those of you who have lost a pet, you know that just because they are gone doesn’t mean you stop missing them, or stop thinking about them. 

My uncle gave Dallas to me a year after I graduated college. I didn’t find him abandoned on the side of the road like Cooper. He was a rambunctious, clumsy puppy who grew into a hundred pounds of pure love. If you’ve ever known a lab, you know they are extremely loyal and devoted. I’m so lucky to have had such a wonderful dog.  

Cooper and Ivy have a long, happy road ahead of them. Look for him to featured throughout the series as Ivy’s constant companion. She is one lucky witch! 

Happy reading and much puppy love!

T.A. Foster

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Maghon says you are totally awesome and definitely made her tear up! 🙂 It’s so wonderful that you love your doggies as much as me!! 

Author Information

T.A. Foster

T.A. Foster is a Southern girl whose heart and spirit are connected to the beach. She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children and two canine kiddos.

Her long love affair with books started at an early age, and as soon as she was able, she transformed imaginative stories into words on paper. Time Spell is T.A.’s debut novel, and the first in a series about a very adventurous, clever, and magical girl named Ivy.

T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing or planning her next beach trip.

Author Links:

Blog: http://www.tafosterauthor.com/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/tafosterwriter

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TAFosterauthor

Author Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7164289.T_A_Foster

I really wanna thank Ms Foster for telling us about Dallas and Cooper and for letting me read your book. Hopefully soon! I hope you will come back again! And thanks Jess from InkSlinger who always gives me great books to showcase! Make sure and watch out for this one again! Happy reading and later gators! 

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Realm Walker Blog Tour w Giveaway!

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Today we have a special guest and her new book is coming out! It’s a fun one, so I can’t wait to show you all the goodies! Here we go! 

Realm Walker
Realm Walker Series

Book One

Kathleen Collins

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Carina Press

Date of Publication:  October 28, 2013

ISBN: 9781426896545

ASIN: B00E1V5S3S

Word Count: 76,000 

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Book Description:

An estranged mate, a mangled body and a powerful demon who calls her by name…

As a Realm Walker for the Agency, Juliana Norris tracks deadly paranormal quarry using her unique ability to see magical signatures. She excels at her job, but her friends worry about her mysterious habit of dying in the line of duty without staying dead. That’s only the first of her secrets.

Most people don’t know Juliana became the mate of master vampire Thomas Kendrick before he abandoned her seven years ago. Most people don’t know the horrors she endured at the hands of the vampire he left in command. Most people don’t know her true parentage, or why a demon on a world-threatening rampage has taken a personal interest in her…

Even as Juliana pursues the demon, it goes after all she holds dear—including Thomas, who is back to claim her for his own. But if she can’t reconcile her past and learn to trust herself again, she will lose him forever.

Excerpt:

Juliana’s chest ached and she ignored the sharp pain that tried to remind her she’d just been betrayed by one of her closest friends. One of the few people she trusted. She should have known better. She’d mourn the loss later. Right now she had to worry about saving her own skin.          She fired up her gift causing her eyes to glow much brighter than their normal emerald. Many beings could cloak their presence from the casual observer, but she’d yet to meet one that could hide from her. Miguel smiled as she pulled a pair of dark glasses from her pocket and slid them on. They hid her eyes from view but were charmed not to interfere with her vision. Despite the near impenetrable darkness of the lenses, to her it was like looking through glass.

            She didn’t intend to hang around and wait for whoever called to show up. If she could get out of the Den before they got there, she could conceal herself in the night, memorize their signature and hunt them down when she was more prepared. Tony came out of the back room just as she passed the bar. Seeing her, he shot a narrow-eyed look at Miguel.

            Her former friend rounded the bar in a flash and snared her arm in his cool grip. Tony’s palm was damp as he started to steer her back to her table. “You can’t leave yet, Jules. You haven’t finished your drink.”

            She planted her feet, resisting when he tugged. “I’m not thirsty. Besides, I think it’s about time for me to head home.”

            He released her and stood with his arms at his sides, palms out in a pleading gesture. “I really think you should stay.” Sweat beaded his forehead, the skin around his eyes stretched tight with worry. Either he feared her, or whoever was about to walk through the door scared the crap out of him. Maybe there was more to this than she’d thought. A thread of worry for her friend snaked its way through her.

            “What is this, Tony?” She crossed her arms over her chest. She wanted to believe he’d been manipulated or coerced, but she wasn’t ready to trust him just yet. “If you’re in some kind of trouble, I can help. Whatever they’ve got on you can’t top me. You know I’ll kick your ass if you cross me.”

            Hurt flashed through his eyes. “I’d never harm you, Jules. You’re family. You know that.”

            “Then what in the name of all the dark gods is going on?” She maintained her stance, waiting for him to answer.

            He opened his mouth and froze, eyes locked on a point over her shoulder. His already pale skin blanched to a new shade of white. She reached for her gun. At the same time, a warm breeze caressed her neck like a lover’s tease. Her breath caught. Her pulse raced. She stayed her hand though part of her still ached to palm the weapon. She shut down her gift but left the glasses on. She knew this enemy.

My Review:
I love the gritty ones. I know that sounds dirty but this is a good one. You have a unique main character. She has a great journey ahead of her and some excellent little plot twists.

Juliana is a realm walker. She knows what you are. She works to keep those beings in check. She died and came back to life with a lot of secrets, and this makes for some mystery. Plus she has a disappeared mate, Thomas, and another who wants her, Kendrick. Things are getting crazy. And there’s a demon 🙂

This demon is destroying everyone and Juliana must stop him. This is the plot line but the story is well written and the characters are so much fun. This made it so easy to stay interested in the story!

I’m definitely looking forward to so much more! 4.5 ACTION PACKED PAWS!

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Author Interview:

I just want to thank you again so much for taking the time to answer questions for my blog! 

Thanks for having me!

WELCOME!! First, tell me a little about your book :)….

Juliana Norris is a Realm Walker for the Agency, kind of a police officer for the supernatural. She’s content to just do her job until her estranged mate walks back into her life after a seven year absence. When a demon threatens everything she holds dear, including her wayward mate, she has to learn to trust herself again or lose him forever. 

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?

I literally wrote my first story when I was five years old. I wrote my first book in Middle School. Not that it was a good book, but I wrote it. I wrote stories about my friends in High School. I have always written. 

What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?

Well, that first book I mentioned back in Middle School was a horror story about a demon in a haunted house. I just thought I could write a book and so I did. I still like the bones of that story. Maybe I’ll write a new version someday.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Not really. I do occasionally pull inspiration for characters or certain character traits from people I know or I’ve met. 

How do you chose when/which characters die in your books?

This is going to sound crazy, but I don’t. I’m a pantser. Which means while I have a general idea about what’s going to happen but almost every time I’ve killed someone, it’s come as a big a surprise to me as it was to the character.

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

Amanda Carlson. I love her series. My friend Terri L Austin is fairly new and I love her stuff. And that’s not just friendship talking. Of course, some of my favorite stuff of hers isn’t available for public consumption yet, but it’s a name you should watch for. 

Who do you look up to as a writer?

Shannon K Butcher inspires me because of how organized she is and how on top of things. I aspire to be half as together as she is some day. Also, Katie MacAlister because of the variety of genres she works in. I have ideas across a lot of genres as well, so she inspires me in that regard. Plus they’re both just great writers. 

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?

No. I love this book. 

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Mainly finding the time. I’ve got two younger children at home and I work a full time job. 

What book are you reading now? Or what genre?

The Bride Wore Size 12 by Meg Cabot. I love the Heather Wells series.

Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?

Honestly, I  don’t know the name of my cover designer, but I love them. We fill out an art fact sheet that gives some details about our characters and story and they take it from there. I think they did a fabulous job.

Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?

I learn something with every book. It might be a craft technique or something about my writing process that changes. 

If you could be one of your characters, who would you chose?

Thomas. He’s a bad ass. I want to be a bad ass. 

Are there any books you think some of us should read, just because?

I just think everyone should read, regardless of what they’re reading. I always recommend The Mummy by Anne Rice, Sunshine by Robin McKinley and for a good laugh The Corset Diaries by Katie MacAlister

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Just that I hope everyone enjoys the book and please come say hi on my website or twitter or facebook. I love to connect with people. Thanks again for having me. It was fun. 😉

About the Author:

 

Kathleen Collins has been writing since Kindergarten. And while her ability has drastically improved, her stories are still about monsters and the people who play with them.

The rare instances that she actually finds some spare time, she spends it playing with her two boys. Three if you count her husband.

She is currently hard at work on her next book.

www.Kathleencollins.net   

@kathy_collins 

www.facebook.com/kathleencollinsauthor

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7191208.Kathleen_Collins

Giveaway which is a Tour Wide Giveaway

1 Halloween Theme Prize Pack open to US Shipping,
 
The goodies include:
 
A felt owl bag,  A cool Skull sign,  A skull glow in the dark ring,  Charms – including the vampire themed “Blood Donor Wanted”,  Fuzzy socks,  A cool woven bracelet with silver skulls,  A skeleton voodoo doll key ring,  Vampire themed cookie cutters,  and last but not least Vampire shot glasses,  
AND… 8 ebook copies of Realm Walker by Kathleen Collins
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I want to wish you good luck on the goodies! A big thanks to the author for stopping by and for Bewitching Book Tours for this awesome tour and giveaway! Ps, thanks netgalley for also giving me an early copy to read! And I’m still quite sick, yes I’ve been to the doctor but please forgive any typos or strange things 🙂 let me know if there’s anything major happening and I’ll do my best to fix it quickly! Happy reading and Later gators!

Hollow’s End Blog Tour!

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I’ve got a really cool one to show you today!! 🙂 I am still sick, so please forgive any extra typos or strangeness. No worries, already went to the doctor and have lots of meds, but just incase LOL. OK, back to the goodies! 

Hollow's End

Hollow’s End

The Legend Series

Book One
Marianne Morea

Genre: YA paranormal romance/ horror

Publisher: Coventry Press, Ltd

ISBN: 0988439638

ASIN:  B00EUM92OO

Number of pages: 242

Word Count: 91,568

Cover Artist: Kim Killion

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Book Description:

The dark water of the Hudson River isn’t the only blackness looming in the distance of the quaint river town of Sleepy Hollow. Two hundred years of secrets and lies are bleeding into the present, and high school seniors, Hunter Morrissey and Rowen Corbett, find themselves linked with unseen forces shrouded in mystery and violence.

Truths, buried and long forgotten, have risen at a time when the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest. Only Hunter and Rowen hold the key to locking the past in the past, and setting old wrongs to right. Can justice be served? Can the two find a way to straddle both worlds and solve the mystery when they don’t understand the clues?

Inspired by historical events that surround the village of Sleepy Hollow and the famous legend that shares its name, this Young Adult Horror takes you on a journey full of history and suspense with a splash of romance and the paranormal.

Excerpt: Chapter 1

he alarm clock buzzed, its repetitive blare piercing what was left of my sleep. I opened my eyes half way and peered at the red digital numbers staring back at me through dim light. With a groan, I slammed my hand on the clock’s hard plastic top, hoping to hit the snooze button and not the volume. Closing my eyes, I rolled over tucking one hand under my pillow and the other under my chin. But it was too late. My conscience was wide awake and already sparring with itself. Get up! You’re going to be late again. No, I won’t, just five more minutes…
‚Rowen! It’s six-thirty!‛ my mother’s voice shot from the hall.
Five minutes. Just five more minutes.
‚Rowen!‛
‚I heard you the first time!‛ I yelled at my closed bedroom door. Why did morning have to come so early and be so loud? I groaned again. If I didn’t get out of bed soon, she’d come upstairs looking for me, and that was the last thing I wanted.
Yawning, I reached over my head and stretched, arching my back to let the blood flow into my resting muscles like a reveille call. Up and at ‘em, troops!
My mother was up early, even by her standards. I wasn’t surprised, though. It was that time of year again. The time when our little shop, The Silver Cauldron, became the town headquarters for spells and charmed candles and, of course, witches brew. The season when the quaint river town of Sleepy Hollow transformed into a mecca for all things creepy.
With my crazy mother organizing everything from the kids
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ragamuffin parade to the annual costume ball, there was never a spare minute to think or breathe. On top of everything else, she took over as coordinator for this year’s Blaze—over 4,000 hand carved jack-o-lanterns lining the historic three hundred-year-old Van Cortlandt estate. It was no wonder I didn’t want to get up. I was exhausted just being her daughter. My mother, Laura Corbett, was Sleepy Hollow’s unofficial official town witch, and in a place where everyone knows everyone, that’s saying a lot.
‚It’s just Halloween,‛ I mumbled flipping my covers back, but in our house it was never just Halloween, nor was it ever just about trick-or-treating. It was the Witch’s New Year and one of the biggest sabbats on the wheel of the year. Not that I believed in that sort of junk. That was my family’s thing, not mine, even though my mother and grandmother had been trying to make it mine since the day I was born.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat for a moment. I’d heard it a thousand times, ‚We’re different, Rowen, embrace it. People would kill to be able to do what we can.‛ Like people needed more reasons to think I was half a freak. And as to wanting to be like me, uh… I didn’t think so.
‚Rowen, hurry up! I need to talk to you before you leave,‛ Mom’s voice called again.
My room looked like a tornado hit. Clothes and shoes everywhere, and the books and math sheets I reviewed last night were still in a haphazard pile across my desk. Two empty Coke cans topped a pile of candy wrappers, and a large, half eaten bag of potato chips lay crumpled on the floor next to my backpack.
Oh God, I didn’t.
At the incriminating sight, my hand shifted to my stomach, and a familiar self-loathing settled onto my shoulders. I slumped a bit, cringing inwardly at what the scale would read this morning.
With a sigh I pushed myself to stand and slid my gaze to the clothes I somehow remembered to set out. My lateness was reaching epic proportions, yet school was only halfway through the first semester. Most of the student body had learned to get out of the way when I came barreling in for homeroom.
Mom seemed to think my tardy nature would improve once I earned my driver’s license, but of course, that didn’t happen. I was seventeen and already driving for the past year. We lived around the corner from the high school, and senior privilege or not, I didn’t relish the idea of
taking my mother’s minivan.
Grabbing my outfit from the back of my desk chair, I walked into the bathroom and snapped on the light. I had no problem envisioning my mother, coffee cup in hand, impatiently waiting for me to come downstairs while she planned her latest concoction for the store.
When my mother says she needs to talk it usually means extra work for me, and considering how busy it’s been I’m surprised it took her this long to ask. Not that I mind helping out at the shop with all its curiosities, but I can’t seem to stomach the people who come in just to gawk. Of course, the townspeople wouldn’t dare insult my mother that way, but the tourists loved to look at the whole lot, including us.
I took inventory of my face in the mirror, running fingers over the puffy skin beneath my eyes, trying to ignore the glare from the bathroom’s overhead lights. Telltale dark smudges from my late date with calculus were evident beneath my lower lids, making my hazel eyes look a little muddy. ‚Now, that’s attractive,‛ I grumbled reaching for my makeup remover. Giving each eye a quick swipe, I checked my reflection for any marked improvement. No such luck.
Most of the time, I liked the way I looked. From the dark curls and high cheekbones I inherited from my dad, to winning the genetic lottery for great skin courtesy of mother’s side of the family. Most of my friends hated that I never got zits or blemishes, but Mother Nature evened the playing field, seeing to it I gained weight if I so much as looked at junk food.
I muttered an expletive thinking about the bag of chips I’d massacred and pushed the bathroom scale under the vanity with my foot. One of these days I’d learn not to let the number glaring up at me from between my feet dictate the kind of day I would have, but today was not that day.
The Corbett’s tended to be on the fleshy side, or at least that’s what it looked like in all the family pictures. I wouldn’t know firsthand, though, my dad having died when I was little, and his parents before I was born. Then again, having a mother who leaned more toward the vegetarian line helped a lot in that department.
Gathering my hair, I twisted it into a loose bun at the top of my head. There was a peculiar tension building in my stomach, and I didn’t think it was the potato chips. I was out of sorts, restless for some reason, and a dull ache throbbed behind my eyes. I grabbed my toothbrush and turned on the tap, breaking one of the cardinal rules of my house by letting the
water run while I brushed my teeth.
A calculus test was scheduled later this morning, but I was never one for being neurotic over grades. So why was I so edgy? I rinsed my mouth and stuck the toothbrush in its holder. The blunt pounding behind my eyes escalated and I winced, tilting my head down against the pain. That was when I saw it, or thought I saw it.
I stood motionless with my hand frozen in place as I stared at the water in the sink. The slow drain had allowed the flow to gather in the basin and ribbons of red curled and spread like blood streaming into the water. It didn’t look like rust or red clay or anything else. It looked like blood, swirling and coating the white porcelain with streaks and tiny clots. Worse yet, it smelled like blood, with a sharp, metallic tang that lingered in my nose and throat. I gagged, squeezing my eyes shut.
A wave of dizziness hit and I gripped the edge of the vanity, sucking in short shallow breaths trying to work up enough air to yell for my mother. I swallowed against the sour bile taste in my mouth and counted to ten, and when I opened my eyes, only clear water flowed in the sink.
My hand shot forward turning off the tap, and I pumped the lever handle behind the faucet a bunch of times. I held my breath ‘til the last of the water ran down the drain. Did I say half a freak? How about a full-fledged weirdo, complete with psychotic visions? Backing up, I grabbed hold of the towel rack and sank to the floor, the cold tile adding to my already goose-pimpled flesh.
Minutes passed and though my heart rate slowed, my mind raced. Was this some leftover nightmare skewed from Chiller TV? Part of me wanted to yell for my mother, but the other part knew she’d make a huge deal about it, and I didn’t have time for a protection spell or whatever else she’d think to do.
The clock was ticking, and I needed to get myself together and out the door. Afraid to tempt fate and run the water in the sink again, I wet a washcloth under the bathtub tap. ‚No more sleep deprived delusions for me, thank you.‛
The problem was this didn’t feel like a byproduct of too little sleep. Something happened, I sensed it. Gran told me the night of my birthday that my aura was bleeding. Happy birthday, darling, and by the way… Gee, thanks. Love you too, Gran.
That night my mother made light of it, telling me everyone’s aura bled from time to time, it’s part of coming into your own—yet I hadn’t
missed the look she shot my grandmother. And what the hell did that mean? Was I coming into my own as a strong, independent woman, or did some weird, cosmic witchiness hit me square in the face courtesy of my messed up gene pool? Right now, I didn’t want to know. I wanted to go to school and take my exams like any other normal teenager.
After slapping on deodorant and body mist, I dressed, not bothering with make-up. I unfastened my claw clip and finger combed my hair before throwing it back into a messy bun, then grabbed my homework and shoved it into my bag. I allowed one last look in the mirror, hesitating about the no make-up, but no amount of cover-up would camouflage my fear-induced, chalk-white cheeks. Instead, I plastered a smile onto my face and headed downstairs, praying my mother’s instincts would be too preoccupied to notice.
The blissful aroma of fresh brewed coffee filtered from the kitchen, making my mouth water before I walked through the doorway. Even more sublime, the scent of homemade pumpkin bread floated alongside the smell of fresh ground walnuts. ‚Hey,‛ I mumbled, scraping one of the chairs back from the table. ‚Smells good. You had time to bake this morning?‛
‚I know how much you like pumpkin bread, so why not,‛ my mother answered, putting a warm slice in front of me. ‚I thought it’d be nice for us to have a treat together, especially since I’ve been so busy lately and haven’t been around much.‛
She thought right, and I took my first easy breath of the morning. ‚Mmmmmm, incredible,‛ I said with my mouth full.
Reaching for her mug on the counter, she patted my shoulder and I cringed. The moment she touched me she’d know something was up. On cue she jerked her head around, eyes already probing.
I exhaled. ‚Cut it out, Mom, come on. I’m tired, that’s all.‛ I shrugged her off purposefully, but she wasn’t buying it. ‚I’ve got a huge math test today, and calc’s been kicking my butt since the beginning of the year, so can we not do the Wicked Witch of Westchester County thing this morning?‛
Taking a deep breath, my mother looked at me the way she looks at her rune stones when trying to divine a hidden meaning. ‚Okay, Rowen, if you say so. But whatever it was you saw…‛
‚I know, Mom, relax. Like I said, I’m just tired. Didn’t you have something you needed to talk about? It must be important or why else
would you need to bribe me,‛ I said, waving my pumpkin bread her way before plopping another piece into my mouth.
My mother flashed me a half smile, knowing I’d used one of her trademark moves usually reserved for arguments with Gran. ‚You’re right, but I think I could do better than pumpkin bread if I wanted to bribe you. Truth is, with New Year’s a little less than two weeks away, the store is going to get crazy the closer it gets, and with everything I’ve got going I could really use your help.‛
‚It’s October, Mother. New Year’s isn’t for two months.‛
‚You know what I mean, smart ass, Samhain is next week. And in case you’ve forgotten, Halloween is a fire sabbat that requires a ritual cleansing to protect the town and honor the wandering dead.‛
‚Yeah, but jack-o-lanterns? Seriously?‛
‚Pumpkins are the easiest way to get everyone to participate without them really knowing. Unfortunately, they aren’t going to carve themselves, and we’re short of volunteers.‛
‚I know,‛ I said taking another bite of my pumpkin bread. ‚Don’t worry, I’ll do my part until every last jack-o-lantern is carved and placed.‛ I wondered what the prissy town supervisor’s wife would say if she knew my mother had orchestrated a pagan ritual involving the entire town right under her pious nose.
As if reading my mind, Mom smirked. ‚I knew I could count on you, Rowen, but do me a favor. Don’t be such a teenager this week. The veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest. I want you to pay attention, okay?‛
I nodded, and she gave me a smile, but for the first time in my life my mother’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.

My Review:

I love Halloween, I love things that have that feel to it. So, you know I was loving a Sleepy Hollow themed book. Except it was so much more. It wasn’t just a retelling. It went from both views of the legend and the present day and how witches, wiccan, and the craft came to be. It’s just more. I really enjoyed it. Yes this one is Young Adult, and yes there is a LOT of research that went into this. I can just tell that the author probably slaved herself away, but that didn’t make the story any less. It made it so much more interesting. 

Rowen, the quiet wallflower,  and Hunter, the heart throb jock socialite jock have an adventure with some horror coming. It’s also got the shock effect. There were several jaw dropping moments that I just couldn’t help it.  It’s the kind of story you love. the good girl finally gets prince charming, who really is prince charming and not the devil in disguise. 

There is a lot of history. If you like the background of a story full of rich information, you are going to be in heaven here. Some of that information was just so interesting. Even though I am not a history buff, I couldn’t help but love some of those! Plus, there is a little extra after the ending that will have you salivating for more!  Like I am totally wanting more. You guys should totally check it out if you ever had any kind of interest in witches or the headless horseman! 🙂 5 SCARY PAWS! 🙂 

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Author Interview:

WELCOME! First, tell me a little about your book 🙂….

My latest release is a departure from what I normally write. In fact, it is also my debut novel into the Young Adult genre. The book is called Hollow’s End, and it is a YA horror with a splash of history, romance and the paranormal that was inspired by historical events that surround the town of Sleepy Hollow and the famous legend that shares its name. In the story, two hundred years of secrets and lies are bleeding into the present, and high school seniors, Hunter Morrissey and Rowen Corbett, find themselves linked with unseen forces shrouded in mystery and violence. Truths, buried and long forgotten, have risen at a time when the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest. Only Hunter and Rowen hold the key to locking the past in the past, and setting old wrongs to right. 

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?

I’ve always been making up stories, long before I could ever write them down. Writing is the way I express myself best, it is the way I channel my own brand of magic. The stories I like most are the ones that allow me to merge my love of writing with my love of history. That’s one of the reasons Hollow’s End is so near and dear to my heart…that and the fact that I have family ties to the actual village of Sleepy Hollow.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Everything I write about comes from me. Whether it’s an actual experience or a dream that felt real enough for me to have a reaction to it and write it down. I’m an avid traveller, so I use those experiences in my books. There isn’t a place my characters go to or live that I haven’t been to myself.

How do you choose when/which characters die in your books?

Yes and no. It may sound crazy, but sometimes the story and the characters tell me someone has to die. It’s never a pleasant thing to write…even if it’s one of my villains…but death is a part of life, and since my books have horror elements and take place in cities with nefarious underground cultures, violence and death are bound to be a part of it.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?

Yes. I would have waited to publish my first novella, Hunter’s Blood, and given it a definitive ending instead of a cliffhanger. Many people hate that. I would have also fleshed out the story more and made it a full length novel.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Research. Since history and fact are elements that I cherish, I always want to make sure I get things right. For Hollow’s End I spent hours and hours at the Sleepy Hollow/Tarrytown NY Historical Society, pouring over genealogies and documents and questioning the historians and archivists there. In my Urban Fantasy, Twice Cursed, one of my characters is a NYC homicide detective, so I spend a tremendous amount of time interviewing detectives and even visiting the morgue to make sure my descriptions were dead on. Research my me tedious and meticulous, but it is one of the elements that makes a difference in a story being just meh, and a story being fantastic.

What book are you reading now? Or what genre?

I am actually between books right now. I just finished Philippa Gregory’s The White Princess. I believe it is considered Historical Drama. I’m between books because I have started writing book four in my Cursed by Blood Saga, and I never pick a new book when I go from outlining my next story to actually sitting down to write. I can’t have the distraction of someone else’s characters in my head…my own characters speak loud enough!

Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?

I just changed cover artists when I had the current cover for Hollow’s End designed. The artist’s name is Kim Killion of The Killion Group. She’s amazing, and she is currently redesigning the covers for the Cursed by Blood series, too. She allows me a lot of input…I mean who knows my characters better than me? Right?

Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?

Yes, as a matter of fact I did. While researching Hollow’s End, I came across another lesser known urban legend that is something relatively unknown outside of Sleepy Hollow. It is the legend of the Bronze Lady. The legend goes that if you walk through the cemetery at night you will hear the sound of a woman crying, but it’s not a woman, it’s the bronze statue of a lady outside the tomb of Civil War General Samuel Thomas. The story says that if you show her kindness and compassion she will grand you her favor, but if you mock her grief she will haunt you to death. Pretty cool, huh?

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Yes. I want to say thank you. Readers are a writer’s lifeblood. People think that writers would still write even if no one read their books, and I guess that’s true…but when an author gathers a following, or when their book has touched someone so much that they email to say how they enjoyed it…there is nothing like the thrill that brings. So, yes… a huge hug to all my readers and a big fat thank you!

About the Author:


I’m a New Yorker, born and bred, and for the most part my stories and my characters embody the grit and complexity of the city. An avid traveler, I use my experiences from around the world in all my books. There isn’t a place my characters live or travel to that I haven’t been myself.

Like most authors, my love affair with the written word started as a child with the books I read. Even today, I love to read almost as much as I love to write. My favorite stories are the ones that transport me, that bring me to places and introduce me to characters that leave me breathless…the ones that spark the fire of my imagination, allowing me to dream in the world of ‘what if?’

I’ve always been a scribbler, and from the time I could write my name I’ve been making up stories. So it was no surprise when I earned degrees in both Journalism and Fine Art, but after working in the trenches of Madison Avenue as a Graphic Artist, I decided to do what I love most full time. Write.

In the meantime I am also a founding member and former President of The Paranormal Romance Guild, a not-for-profit organization for readers and authors of the genre…and when I’m not ‘bichok’ (but in a chair hands on keyboard), I’m spending time with my husband and our three kids, traveling to exciting, romantic places …for inspiration, of course!

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