Hello everyone! I want to wish you all a HAPPY 4th OF JULY!!! Happy birthday America 🙂 So, if you aren’t out partying, I have a little something to show you with goodies! Here we go 🙂
Guardians of the Angels
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Number of pages: 446 pages
Word Count: 85000 words
Cover Artist: Caroline Wimmer Streiflicht Fotografie
It could be worse for Sylva Lark. She could be dead. A coma was nothing to that. Or her family moving across country for the treatment, leaving her with a big blue mark on her back.
She can handle it.
Except the mark glows and tingles, especially whenever transition helper Atticus Plot (Attic) is close by. She suspects he’s hiding something, and when she stumbles across a torn body bearing the same spiral marking as her own, that suspicion is confirmed.
After a few shaves with death, the truth finally comes out and the battles begin.
But not all her fights are external; her biggest one is the decision she has to make between doing the right thing for the world and giving up her beloved family for good.
Veined Excerpt (Partial of first Chapter):
DAYTIME TELEVISION SOAPS are funny. Brain transplants, lovers that turn out to be related, and characters that slip into comas. Yeah, I’d thought soaps pretty darn hilarious until the day I woke up from a coma.
And into this drama. I bit my bottom lip and looked at the doctor (Albelin, as he’d introduced himself seconds ago). Although Albelin stood next to the bed, his voice echoed like he was at the other end of a tunnel. “. . . coma . . . much sooner than anticipated.”
Goose bumps dotted my skin and I tucked the hospital sheet—the only thing covering my body save a pair of ungenerous undies that were giving me a wedgie—tightly under my arms.
My thoughts spiraled. I strained to recall how I’d arrived here in the first place, but I couldn’t remember much. There had been a flash of color, and then—blank.
Albelin’s curly black hair swished as he moved his gaze away from me and toward his vibrating pocket. Something on the side of his neck caught my attention. A black tattoo, like the wing of an eagle. But it disappeared behind his collar as he pulled out his phone. He scanned the screen, and then stuffed the phone back into his pocket. “Your family is on their way,” he said.
My family. Faces and partial memories popped up like a black-and-white film, with someone slowly winding the crank. A blonde woman unraveling a kite—Mom. A man in a police uniform—Dad. And a boy building a Lego tower—Jeffrey.
“Right.” The word felt hollow and scratched the inside of my throat. Using the corner of the sheet to cover my mouth, I coughed. It hurt my chest and sounded wet.
With watery eyes, I scanned the room. I’d been so stuck on the word coma, I’d failed to notice my basic surroundings. My coughing came to an abrupt stop, but my thoughts continued to gallop. It wasn’t as though I knew what coming out of a coma should feel like, but I had an idea what it should look like. Where was the respirator? The drip? Heart monitor? In fact, the only features of the room that indicated hospital were the green walls and linoleum flooring.
Albelin must have read my panicky expression as I’d surveyed the room, because he started to explain, “We used a new method involving electro-magnetism to bring you back to consciousness. That’s why you aren’t wearing anything and why you shouldn’t have any issues with muscle deterioration. That, and we’ve given you protein supplements.”
Electro-magnetism? That sounded like something I’d hear in a physics class. My stomach flipped and I swallowed the awkward laugh that rose to my throat and caused a gurgling sound. This wasn’t just some run-of-the-mill hospital at all. Maybe it was experimental, maybe there’d been no other option. Oh, God, what happened to me?
I craned my neck from side to side. My muscles were stiff, but at least I was conscious. I let out a shuddering breath and blinked back the water pooling in my eyes. I didn’t care that I was seventeen and supposed act big and brave and something close to an adult. Right now all I wanted was my mom.
Albelin smiled, barely crinkling the skin at the sides of his eyes, but his smile didn’t soothe the erratic butterflies in my belly. If anything, it made them worse; he was so young to be a doctor. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-five.
Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a duffel bag and handed it to me. My duffel bag. The one I took to gymnastics trainings. “Here are some clothes for you to change into.”
I twisted the familiar canvas handles around my palm.
“Showers aren’t far,” he added, “just out those doors, second on the left. Towel’s in the bag. Let me help you there.”
Holding the sheet, I stood up. My legs felt like jelly, but I shook my head at Albelin’s offer. “I think I can manage.” I wobbled my way toward the swing doors.
Albelin raced to my side. “I insist on helping you.”
He attempted to brace my elbow, but I pulled away. “Thanks, but—but—” I needed alone time. To think. And I didn’t want anyone touching me while I was wearing practically nothing but a sheet. “I’ll be fine, really. I’ll yell if I need help.”
As soon as I was in the hall, I rested one hand against the wall and used it as a crutch. I was doing all right considering I’d not used my legs in weeks.
Light filtered through the windows, imprinting squares on the opposite wall. I pressed my hand in the center of one as I looked outside onto the street. Mom, Dad and Jeffrey would be coming soon.
I jumped, dropping the duffel bag when a flash of black whizzed by. A tall guy wearing a green T-shirt and tight black gloves up to his elbows was striding down the hall. I lunged to grab the bag, but my foot caught in the sheet, ripping it from under my arms. My head jerked up as the scratchy cotton sunk to my feet and I chased after it.
Palms sweating, I wrapped the sheet tightly around me, heat swelling my cheeks. At least he’d jerked his head away. Still, it didn’t stop my heart from thumping double-to-one in embarrassment.
Pick up the bag and move. Go shower.
He glanced back, sweeping his hair to the side. With a chuckle, Gloved Guy passed by and pushed through the swinging doors of my room. As soon as he was behind them, Albelin greeted him. It sounded like they knew each other well. I reached to pick up the duffel bag and stopped.
“Her name’s Lark?” Gloved Guy’s voice sounded amused by my name. “Like the bird?”
I crept closer. Why was Albelin talking about me?
“Sylva Lark,” Albelin corrected.
“And she’s veined.” . . .
Well this one is different, in a good way 🙂 So, what would happen if you woke up from a coma, in a whole different place, like her family moved her there, and you didn’t know that you are a supernatural creature. OOOH right 🙂 And you’re a hunter of other supernaturals. And your mentor is HAWT! lol yep, we’re going there!
So Sylva is pretty awesome. She is in some serious crazy and she has a lot to decide for. These are big decisions, be a guardian and give up your whole family, or… well, just or LOL. Plus, learning about all of these secrets and powers, and being a bad ass. AND she has this mark that she needs to figure out. It’s creepy. She’s strong, and loyal, and funny, and not scared at all. I liked her, even in her messy moments and I look forward to seeing what she’s got coming to her in the future.
Attic is… complicated. I really am trying to find the right words, but that is what comes to mind. Plus, he doesn’t have the overbearing alpha thing which is refreshing. And he’s got to work with Sylva, and teach her, and not fall in love with her 🙂 He’s all mysterious and of course the attraction between the two of them can’t be helped 🙂 And the ending between these two, it was bittersweet, but I can’t tell you about it, because it would spoil the end, and the beginning of book two for you 🙂
The building of the story to match the plot line was excellent. And it’s fast paced and a really easy read. It’s not your usual angel book and it’s definitely got good action and it’ll leave you wanting more. I look forward to book two!! 4.5 ANGEL PAWS!!
Guardians of the Angels
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Number of pages: 418 pages
Word Count: 75000 words
Cover Artist: Caroline Wimmer Streiflicht Fotografie
Sylva Lark made her choice.
Now she has to adjust to Guardian life. Training. Killing demons. Controlling her powers.
If only giving up her family wouldn’t hurt so damn much, . . . and if there wasn’t a strange attraction to the betrothed Prince Atticus she just met . . .
Amongst murder and mayhem, and toeing an unclear line between right and wrong, Sylva and her fellow Guardians must find a way to secure Eirene.
But it’s not easy going up against underworld Queen Furie when those on Sylva’s side are hiding secrets . . .
Will they succeed in protecting the home of the angels? Or will they fail, submitting the heavens to the fate of Furie?
And will Sylva and Attic ever remember what they mean to each other?
Or will they stay forever Lethed?
Lethed (Partial of First Chapter):
SOMETHING WATCHED ME. I sensed its sadistic presence. Tingles of anticipation snaked from the nape of my neck down my spine.
With one hand pressed firmly on my rickety, white-picket side gate, I glanced over my shoulder.
The tree-lined street stared back at me. Snow-dusted branches accentuated the silky navy sky, and meager yellow light leaked from the lampposts.
I strained to hear the telltale crunching of snow. Nothing. Breathing in, I sought the sour smell of evil in the breeze or the tinny smell of blood—a scent I’d become familiar with in the last few months.
Just a sharp cold that promised winter would linger this year.
My shoulders sagged in relief. I wasn’t supposed to be out alone—I promised Albelin I’d always take another Guardian with me if I left the motel premises. Perhaps my guilty conscience was responsible for this strange sensation of evil.
I hadn’t wanted to disobey him. Not really.
I clutched the gate, its splintered edges digging into my palms, and studied the house in front of me.
Steadying my breath, I opened the latch and pushed through to the path. Frosty stalks of lavender brushed the back of my hand in a light, swirling breeze as I took in the large acorn tree. Beyond it, the luminescent windows radiated warmth and beckoned me home.
No, I didn’t want to disobey Albelin.
I needed to.
Like every week, I crept to the side of the house and peered into the living room. Slouched on the couch watching TV, Mom sat with her head resting on Dad’s shoulder, and Mottle was tucked into the small space between them. My brother Jeffrey wasn’t in the room—but it was near midnight, so he probably lay tucked up in bed.
Dad kissed the top of Mom’s head and her lips moved. Love you too, honey.
I wondered if Dad heard Mom’s whispered words. It seemed cruel that I could hear the words meant for him when I wanted them to be meant for me.
But they couldn’t ever be for me anymore. Not since I’d chosen to give them up to become an angel-protecting, demon-killing Guardian.
My stomach roiled and I stifled a cry.
I slunk back into the shadows, waiting for the warm weight of darkness to smother me into numbness again. It worked the last three months.
Digging each jagged fingernail into my sweaty palms, I counted down from ten. I looked forward to replacing the frustration and hurt with dull throbbing. But at “one,” nothing changed. I backed up harder against the corrugated fencing behind me, the cold seeping through my shirt.
Dad’s head jerked back in laughter that verged on maniacal. It used to make me laugh, too—at Dad. But now it made me want to bang on the windowpane until it shattered, and with it the thick wall of memories they couldn’t see between us.
I twisted the ring on my little finger, hoping the comforting tic would help me.
It stopped me from yelling out, but it didn’t curb the tears. Sizable drops splashed onto my hand as I wiped a sniffle from my nose.
I instantly forgot about the tears as a ripping pain sliced down my forearm. Blood seeped through my light-blue sleeve. I whistled in a breath as I clutched the cut. Usually, I relied on the semi-regular cuts and stabbing burns to snap me to a keen sense of reality, but now the pain inside me did the job well enough.
Mottle jumped off the couch and trotted to the window. She pawed at the glass and meowed.
I sighed. At least Mots remembered me. Her gray fur pressed up against the window as if begging me to pat her. She butted her head, rattling the glass, and I suddenly couldn’t bear her leaving me alone.
She was one member of my family I could still have.
“I’m coming to get you,” I whispered.
As if she understood me, she leaped off the sill and padded out of the living room.
I moved with purpose to the front of the house, my feet lightly treading the leaf-covered path. I searched the potted-plants for a spare key. Surely there’d be one here somewhere. . . .
First pot. Second.
Where could they have hidden it? Or had they moved it after Dad worked the Guardian homicide cases a few months ago? Flashes of torn Guardian bodies flickered in my mind, eliciting waves of goose bumps over my skin.
For a small city, Foxtin’s high death rate . . . I shuddered. Demons—Keres and Arae—slaughtered us Guardians as if they drew hot knives through butter. I saw it.
I also saw them turn my friend Marcus and ex-boyfriend Jason part-demon.
Saw them kill Maddy, my best friend. . . .
So, she chose. And it was hard. And it’s going to get harder, fighting demons and such. Sylva has a lot on her plate, and when she gets to see Attic again, it’s a little devastating, because he’s a prince and he’s engaged. BAM! And they have such a connection to each other, but they don’t understand why.
Sylva is growing and learning, and coping, as best as she can. She’s of course an excellent main character because she’s not only real, but full of life for a fictional character. You get to see so much of how she came to be with the first book, and this book has just added more greatness to her character.
This one is quite emotional. We have memory gaps between Attic and Sylva and it’s heartbreaking. They don’t know each other, but they really feel strongly toward each other. It’s amazing what a little memory erasing can do, and I wanted to slap someone because I KNOW what book one did for them, and now, it’s like they are strangers attracted like magnets. It made the story so damn hard to put down. AND now book three is gunna make me wait to see what’s going to happen!! LOL I kinda really want it like yesterday! 🙂 Another wonderful, action packed, well written story that has really made this series captivating! 5 PAWS!!
WELCOME!! Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?
It started as a kid and the urgency to write just grew and grew until I HAD to do it. I had the itch. 😉
What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?
My first ever book that I finished (that no one will see—at least not in it’s current state!) was a middle grade book called Embassy Earth, and it was set in a world where the land would randomly change from desert to forest to sea. Four kids from earth get stuck there and all they want is to get back home.
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Generally not, but of course there are always elements of characters that are inspired by habits or traits from family or friends.
How do you chose when/which characters die in your books?
Tough. I hate killing off characters, but sometimes it has to be done. In the Guardian of the Angels trilogy I have killed off two side characters so far and I am dreading the final fight scene in Phoenixed where one of the main cast will, sadly, also die. Heroically, though.
It was a hard choice in Phoenixed, there were so many different possibilities and each would have different consequences. I made a hard decision, but I made it in the end because for the book and story arcs, he had the most motivation and it makes sense. Sad sense. But, yeah, sense.
Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
Ohhh, yes! Sarah Maas. 😀 I got her books while on holiday with a friend, and I couldn’t put them down. She’s great!
Who do you look up to as a writer?
Other writers like Maggie Stiefvater, Kristin Cashore, Cassandra Clare, and also I look up to amazing agents and editors like Donald Maas and Lorin Oberweger and Jason Sitze (all who have helped me learn to become a better writer!)
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?
LOL. Yes! Of course you learn so much as you get more experience, and I would do things differently now. But if I hadn’t have started somewhere I never would have got to learn those things, so I’m also happy that with each new book my writing progresses. At least, I hope so! 😀
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
I mean, sometimes I really have to force myself to sit and actually do it. I love it when I get into it, but a blank page is a scary thing.
What book are you reading now? Or what genre?
I’m reading a lot of gay romance books right now as I also write that too, but I also like to keep reading YA and New Adult paranormal romance.
Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?
That would be the lovely Caroline Wimmer. This photo shoot was so much fun! It went the whole day, and I got to hang around while the model was prettied up for the various takes and while Caroline clicked away. We had a lot of fun with that, and I look forward to doing another photo shoot with her again!
Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?
Yes. I learned a lot, mostly how important it is to have a writing team. That means having beta readers, content and line editors, proofreaders and test readers. 😉 They are the ones that help me get the novel to a stage where it is ready!
If you could be one of your characters, who would you chose?
Attic. The portaling. Yeah, I’d just have so much fun with that. . . . Also, I’m kinda curious what it would be like to be a guy. Lol!
Are there any books you think some of us should read, just because?
Well, these ones are contemporary, but I love them: Anna and the French Kiss, and Lola and the Boy Next Door, by Stephanie Perkins.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Thank you all so much for reading, and for Happy Tails and Tales for hosting me here! And because I loved this question, I’d like to hear from others: If you could be any character from a book, who would you choose?
Oh damn…. that’s so freaking hard for me, because I have a list of about 50 hahahahaha maybe Mercy Thompson, or Sylvie from Anita Blake, or even Anita Blake, or almost any of those totally awesome werewolf chicks that are bad ass. well or a shape shifter, too! HAHAHA damn. Seriously, my head is spinning with all the options giggle. Who knew interview questions could get so complicated 🙂 THANK YOU so so much for hanging out with us, and I hope we can do it again!! 🙂
About the Author:
A born and raised New Zealander, Anyta Sunday has been exploring the literary world since she started reading Roald Dahl as a kid. Inspired, stories have been piling up in her head ever since. Fast forward to her mid-twenties and jump a few countries (Germany, America, and back again), and she started putting pen to paper. When she’s not writing or chasing her kid around, she’s reading, hiking, watching a Joss Whedon series, attempting pilates, or curling up with her two cats. Updates on her projects can be found at anytasunday.com.
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