Review: A Song for Julia by Charles Sheehan-Miles

Title: A Song for Julia

A Song for Julia

Publisher:  Cincinnatus Press
Source: ebook – tour
Genre(s): contemporary fiction/romance; new adult

My Rating

Synopsis (goodreads):

Everyone should have something to rebel against.

Crank Wilson left his South Boston home at sixteen to start a punk band and burn out his rage at the world. Six years later, he’s still at odds with his father, a Boston cop, and doesn’t ever speak to his mother. The only relationship that really matters is with his younger brother, but watching out for Sean can be a full-time job. The one thing Crank wants in life is to be left the hell alone to write his music and drive his band to success.

Julia Thompson left a secret behind in Beijing that exploded into scandal in Washington, DC, threatening her father’s career and dominating her family’s life. Now, in her senior year at Harvard, she’s haunted by a voice from her past and refuses to ever lose control of her emotions again, especially when it comes to a guy. 

When Julia and Crank meet at an anti-war protest in Washington in the fall of 2002, the connection between them is so powerful it threatens to tear everything apart.

My Review:

My second ‘new adult’ book and i have to say my run with this genre is going good!

There are certain books that you read and when they finish you can’t stop thinking about them for a good few weeks. Well, this is one of them. Emotional gripping, heart warming and just outright amazing!

I love how all new adult books have an underlying issue that make the premise for the book and the show true character development. Charles Sheehan-Miles really did an awesome job with this book. I literally couldn’t stop reading this book even though i had an insane amount of tests to give the next day. I was very much reading well into the night. His writing was so poetic and engrossing. It had this raw emotional feel to it that just gripped at your heart strings, tugged and screamed, “I will never let you go!”

Characters ranged from all aspects and they were such a joy to read. And all of them developed and grew which is very hard to find in most books. The love story was beautiful. So simple but not cliched at all. I mean you didn’t feel like, “Okay, i’ve read this before somewhere.”

And then it got me thinking – how do these things happen in the first place?

A MUST READ!

Tour: Painted Blind by Michelle A. Mansen

 

EXCERPT

(Erik, armed with the dust, visits Psyche’s Chemistry class)

The next day I was zoning in Mr. Darling’s class when a breeze blew by me. The air smelled of cinnamon and subtle but expensive cologne.

“Are you bored yet?” His whisper startled me. I nearly swallowed my pen cap. After the horrible coughing fit passed, he drew even closer to my ear. “So, that guy is your teacher?”

Before I could reply, Mr. Darling called my name. Holding out the dry erase marker, he said, “Come up and balance this equation.”

“I haven’t finished yet,” I said.

“Come forward,” Mr. Darling insisted.

I slowly untangled myself from the desk. While I struggled to place numbers on the equation, the student teacher stalked around me like some hungry carnivore. A hand rested on my shoulder, and I cringed, but it was my invisible savior who whispered, “Five H20, six carbon.”

Mr. Darling paused directly behind me, and I wished I’d worn a longer shirt—one that completely covered my backside.

“Two nitrogen.” The hand moved away. “I’ll take care of him.”

The equation finished, I set the marker on the ledge of the board and went to my desk, unable to look at anything but the floor. I slid into my seat and slouched behind Rory.

Mr. Darling scanned my work. “Correct,” he announced. Then he tripped on some unseen obstacle. His body flung forward with unnatural force and his face smacked the whiteboard.

The class laughed when Mr. Darling stood, shaking his head like he didn’t know what happened. He sniffed, and his nose dribbled blood. He tried to wipe it away with his hand, but smeared it up the sleeve of his shirt. “Okay,” he said, acting nonchalant, “everyone start on the next problem.” Pinching his nose at the bridge, he managed to stem the tide for a moment, but as soon as he let go, the stream was worse than before.

Five minutes passed and his nose was still bleeding, so Mr. Darling twisted up two tissues and shoved one into each nostril. The ends hung over his lip, making a white mustache that fluttered when he breathed.

Savannah giggled into her worksheet.

A moment later the counselor, Ms. Hubble, appeared in the doorway. “Could I see….” She broke off when she saw our teacher. “Michael, what happened to your nose?” she asked.

“Perfect timing,” came the quiet whisper over my shoulder. The air whipped away.

“Ah chew!” Mr. Darling sneezed and sent the bloody tissues flying. “Excuse me,” he mumbled. A new red trickle started down his lip. He looked at Ms. Hubble and the expression on his face shocked us all. He eyed the counselor like he eyed me just a moment ago. Then his features softened, and he gave her the most pathetic puppy-dog eyes. “I bumped my nose on the board. It won’t stop bleeding.”

The counselor stepped forward, all her motherly compassion surfacing right there in front of our class. “You poor thing.” Then, “Ah chew!” and we all gasped as she lit up like a forty-year-old flashlight. “Just come to my office after class.” She winked on her way out.

“You have got to be joking,” muttered a girl in the next row. “She’s like fifteen years older than him.”

“Oh, that is just wrong,” Savannah whispered before the bell rang to dismiss us.

 

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Review: Fall For You by Cecilia Gray

Fall For You (The Jane Austen Academy Series #1: A Modern Retelling of Pride & Prejudice)

Title: Fall For You (The Jane Austen Academy Series #1)

Author: Cecilia Gray

Publisher: The Alpha Division, LLC
Genre(s): young-adult; romance; contemporary fiction; re-telling
Source: e-Book – tour purpose

My Rating

Synopsis (goodreads):

Jane Austen meets Pretty Little Liars in this fresh, new young-adult series!

* * *

The last thing that the girls at the elite Jane Austen Academy need is hot guys to flirt with. Please. They need to stay focused on something that lasts much longer: an acceptance letter from an Ivy.

But over the summer the school has been sold, and like it or not, the guys are coming. And it’s about to turn the Academy–and the lives of its students–totally upside down…
* * *

To say Lizzie and Dante are polar opposites is the understatement of the century. He’s a snooty Exeter transfer with more money than Google. She’s a driven study-a-holic barely keeping up with tuition. It’s obvious that Dante thinks he’s way too good for Lizzie. And Lizzie knows Dante is a snob with a gift for pushing her buttons.

But things are changing fast this year at the Academy. And when Lizzie’s quest to stop those changes blows up in her face, taking her oldest friendship with it, she has nowhere else to turn but to Dante, with his killer blue eyes, his crazy-sexy smile, and his secrets… Secrets Lizzie can’t seem to leave alone, no matter how hard she tries…

My Review:

Very short read and just the right amount of pleasure. I had fun reading this light re-telling of Pride and Prejudice.

The story follows the Jane Austen Academy and its many students. Since this is a series, its going to explore different characters. In the first book (this one) we read about Lizzie. Just like in the novel, and many other adaptations, she is strong-headed, true to the heart and firmly believes in the right. While, in the book Lizzie has sisters, i have a feeling we will see the characters of her sisters in the form of her friends. For instance, Anne who has a secondary role in the book resembles Jane, due to many characteristics.

Now, Lizzie and Anne team up to rid the school of its tyrant Headmistress who plans on changing the school for good and rid it of its past qualities that make it the Jane Austen Academy. We just saw a part of the action in this book, the rest comes with the other books that follow quickly after.

This book was short and sweet. I think it really re-told the story well. Nothing, out of the ordinary, but an interesting and entertaining read. Do get your hands on this book, for those staying-at-home-reading days. And i might have enjoyed the book a bit more because i’ve been in the Pride and Prejudice mode since summers started.

Ghost Island Blog Tour – Giveaway!

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BONNIE HEARN HILL: AUTHOR BIO

When a story idea grabs Bonnie Hearn Hill, she is unable to break free until she experiences every aspect of it. In GHOST ISLAND, her new paranormal love story, she wanted to explore how far we are willing to go and give up for love. What will we do for love? What will we risk? If the perfect love came into your life, and you could see him only in your dreams, would you still desire him? Those were the questions that drove the writing of GHOST ISLAND.

A national conference speaker and contest judge, Bonnie leads a successful writing workshop in Central California and is proud to have mentored many published authors. She also teaches occasional online classes.

Bonnie’s first novel, INTERN, was called “a page-turner” by Publishers Weekly.

KILLER BODY, a thriller about our weight-obsessed culture, was a Cosmopolitan magazine “pick.” She also wrote three newspaper thrillers and three young adult astrology books before the idea for GHOST ISLAND gripped her and refused to let go.

You can find her on Facebook or at www.bonniehhill.com.

Giveaway!

I have one e-Book to give away to one lucky entrant. All you have to do is tweet this: I want Ghost Island by Bonnie Hill @Novella_vialli: http://wp.me/p18HfM-h4 and then you’ll be entered. Simple as that! Below is what is up for grabs. The giveaway ends when the tour ends, which is January 9 2012.

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Ghost Island

Is Aaron a dream or something much more deadly?

Livia Hinson has just begun a Seminar at Sea when a storm hits their yacht. Now, she is stranded with the other students on an island off the coast of California. Far away from her foster home and her heartbreak, Livia finds Aaron, the perfect love. But the only way they can be together is in her dreams. 

The other students are having tempting dreams of their own, and Livia begins to realize that the storm has blown in more than rain. Is Aaron flesh or spirit? Can he come to her world, or will he pull her into his? Together, they explore the blurred territory between love and illusion on a dangerous journey that will force Livia to make the most important decision of her life.

Farsighted by Emlyn Chand

Farsighted – Excerpt

“Did Dad tell you? A new tenant moved into the old pharmacy next door.”

“Really?” I ask, not letting on I already know. If I feign ignorance, Mom’ll divulge all the details. “What is it?”

“It’s a psychic shop,” Her voice crackles with excitement like a fire that’s just beginning to burn. “The All-Seeing Miss Teak. Isn’t that cute? Miss Teak, Mystic. Ha, I wonder if that’s her real name.”

I laugh. “That is funny. Never had a psychic in town before. What’s she like?”

“Oh, she’s very friendly. Why don’t you go over and say ‘hi.’  I’m sure she’d like to meet you.”

“Okay, I think I will.” I’m incredibly intrigued, because first off, it’s a psychic shop—how weird is that?—and second, its presence made Dad super uncomfortable—also very cool. I waste no time heading next door to check out the scene.

As I step cautiously into the new shop, a recording of soft, instrumental music 

greets me. I can make out chimes and a string instrument I don’t recognize but for some reason reminds me of snake charmers. The smell of incense fills my nostrils, which explains the burning I detected earlier.

“Hello?” I call out into the otherwise quiet room.

Nobody answers. I walk in deeper, sweeping my cane out in front of me in a metronome fashion. This place is new to me, so I need to be especially careful while moving around.

Thump! Despit

e my precautions, I stub my toe on something hard, big, and made of wood. Just my luck to stub the same toe twice in one day. I reach down to press my fingers into my throbbing foot to alleviate some of the pain. Something teeters before rolling off of the chest and across the floor; the sound it makes indicates a curved path

. Suddenly, the object stops. Somebody’s stopped it.

“Hello?” I call again.

“Hello,” a deep, feminine voice

 responds, placing more emphasis on the first syllable than the second.

“I- I’m sorry I knocked that thing over. I didn’t mean to…” I hope she’s not angry. Probably not a good id

ea to get on a psychic’s bad side.

“That wasn’t just a thing, it’s a crystal ball,” she says as she walks over, sending my blood pulsing through my veins. I sense her looking at me for a moment before she places the ball back on top of the chest.

“Can it see the future?” I ask, 

allowing my curiosity to outweigh my uneasiness.

“No.” After a pause lasting several beats, she continues. “But I can see the future sometimes when I look into it.”

“Oh, okay.” I tighten my hand ar

ound my cane and turn to leave. It may not be the most polite thing to do, but all of this hocus-pocus stuff is freaking me out more than I would’ve guessed.

The psychic lady speaks again, st

opping me cold. “Don’t run away, Alex Kosmitoras.” She must’ve spoken to Mom earlier today. That must be how she knows my name.

“I’m not running away,” I say m

eekly. “I’m just going back over to Sweet Blossoms.”

“Don’t run away,” she repeats—this time she speaks louder and with more energy. “Don’t run awa

y from your abilities. They are gifts.”

“What?” I ask in confusion. What abilities is she talking about?

“You already know. Watch. Listen. Be open to your gifts.”

I turn to face Miss Teak, but

 find she’s already gone, returning to wherever she was before I got there.

Is it safe to leave? I trail my fingers across the wooden box I ran into earlier; a thick coat of dust clings to the tips as I pull away. If this shop just opened, why is it already so d

irty? I wipe my hands over my shirt to get the gritty substance off. Shivers rock my whole body. Something about this place is wrong, and I’m not sticking around to figure out what. Tapping my cane along the floor, I’m able to find the exit without knocking into anything else.

 

About Farsighted: Alex Kosmitoras may be blind, but he can still “see” things others can’t.  When his unwanted visions of the future begin to suggest that the girl he likes could be in danger, he has no choice but to take on destiny and demand it reconsider. Farsighted is the winner of the 2011 Dragonfly eBook Awards. Get it on Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

About the Author:  Emlyn Chand has always loved to hear and tell stories, having emerged from the womb with a fountain pen grasped firmly in her left hand (true story). When she’s not writing, she runs a large book club in Ann Arbor and is the president of author PR firm, Novel Publicity. Emlyn loves to connect with readers and is available throughout the social media interweb. Visit her on her websiteTwitterFacebook, or GoodReads.

 

The Gaia Wars by Kenneth G. Bennett – tour notes

As part of this special promotional extravaganza sponsored by Novel Publicity, the price of The Gaia Wars eBook edition has dropped to just 99 cents this week.

What’s more, by purchasing this fantastic book at an incredibly low price, you can enter to win many awesome prizes, including a Kindle Fire, Amazon gift cards up to $100 in amount, 5 autographed copies of the book, and 5 autographed copies of its recently released sequel, Battle for Cascadia. Be sure to enter before the end of the day on Friday, December 9th, so you don’t miss out.

To Win the Prizes:

  1. Purchase your copy of The Gaia Wars for just 99 cents on Amazon or Barnes & Noble
  2. Fill-out the form on Novel Publicity to enter for the prizes
  3. Visit today’s featured event; you may win an autographed copy of the book or a $50 gift card!
  4. BONUS: If you leave a comment on this blog post, you have another chance at $100!

…And I can win too!

Over 100 bloggers are participating in this gigantic event, and there are plenty of prizes for us too. The blogger who receives the most votes in the traffic-breaker poll will win a $100 gift card as well. So when you visit Novel Publicity’s site to fill-out the contest entry form, don’t forget to say that I referred you, so I can get a point in the poll.

The Featured Events include:

Monday, Blogaganza on Novel Publicity! We’re kicking-off on the Novel Publicity Free Advice blog. We’ll ask the writer 5 fun and random questions to get everyone talking. Leave a comment or question in response to the post, and you may win an autographed copy of The Gaia Wars or its recently released sequel, Battle for Cascadia. Don’t forget to enter for the other contest prizes while you’re over there!

Tuesday, Twitter sharing contest! A tweet is tiny, only 140 characters. But on Tuesday, it could win you $50. Send the following tweet across the twittersphere, and you just may win a $50 Amazon gift card. Autographed copies of The Gaia Wars and its recently released sequel, Battle for Cascadia, are also up for grabs. The winner will be announced Wednesday morning. Here’s the tweet: Looking for a YA read that’s full of adventure & intrigue? Check out The Gaia Wars. Reduced to just 99 cents http://ow.ly/7ywpZ #whirlwind

Wednesday, Google+ sharing contest! Yup, there’s yet another awesome opportunity to win a $50 Amazon gift card, and this time it just takes a single click! Visit Google+ and share Emlyn Chand’s most recent post (you’ll see The Gaia Wars book cover included with it). On Thursday morning, one lucky sharer will be $50 richer. Autographed copies of The Gaia Wars and its recently released sequel, Battle for Cascadia, are also up for grabs. Three chances to win! How about that?

Thursday, Facebook sharing contest! Stop by Novel Publicity’s Facebook page and share their latest post (you’ll see The Gaia Wars book cover included with it). It’s ridiculously easy to win! On Friday morning, one lucky sharer will be $50 richer. Autographed copies of The Gaia Wars and its recently released sequel, Battle for Cascadia, are also up for grabs.

Friday, special contest on the author’s site! Win a Kindle Fire or a $100 Amazon gift card, simply by leaving a comment on Kenneth’s most recent blog post. How easy is that? Autographed copies of The Gaia Wars and its recently released sequel, Battle for Cascadia, are also up for grabs.

 

Remember, it’s all about the books!

About The Gaia Wars: DEADLY SECRETS have been buried in the Cascade mountain wilderness for centuries. Hidden. Out of sight and out of mind. Until today… Warren Wilkes, age 13, doesn’t like what a greedy housing developer has done to his peaceful mountain community, so he vandalizes the developer’s property, flees into the wild, and stumbles upon an ancient human skeleton revealed by torrential rain. More than old bones have been exposed, however, and the curious artifact Warren finds makes him question his own identity, and his connection to an ancient terror. A terror destined to rise again and annihilate all that Warren loves. He must fight or see his whole world destroyed. Get it on Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

About Battle for Cascadia: When Warren Wilkes, age 13, stumbles upon a mysterious relic deep in the Cascade Mountains, wonder reigns. Brimming with secrets and sentient energy, the relic leads Warren to a fantastic chamber, and to shocking revelations about his identity. Now wonder has turned to dread. A forgotten terror—a demon that knows Warren better than he knows himself—has risen again and is assembling an army; gathering power with a singularly evil goal in mind: to capture and enslave the wild spirit of the Earth itself. As war erupts and the planet slips into chaos, Warren embraces his destiny and finds help where he least expects it. Get it on Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

About the Author: Kenneth G. Bennett is the author of the Young Adult novels The Gaia Wars and Battle for Cascadia (the second book of The Gaia Wars), as well as the forthcoming Exodus 2018, a paranormal thriller set in the Puget Sound region of Washington State. A wilderness enthusiast who loves backpacking, skiing and kayaking, Ken enjoys novels that explore the relationship between humans and the wild. He lives on an island in the Pacific Northwest with his wife and son. Visit him on his website, Twitter, Facebook, or GoodReads.

Guest Post: Kenneth G. Bennett – author of the Gaia Wars

Now please enjoy this guest post from the author…

HOW A NASA SCIENTIST’S THEORY INSPIRED A PARANORMAL THRILLER
THE GAIA WARS is fiction, but it was inspired—at least in part—by The Gaia Hypothesis. This hypothesis, proposed by NASA scientist James Lovelock, states that the Earth—the entire Earth—is a living thing. A vast, “super-organism.”

I read an article about Lovelock’s theory a few years back and thought it was the coolest thing I’d ever heard.

The Earth is alive. Think about it. If Lovelock’s correct, the Earth isn’t simply a chunk of interstellar rock hosting a collection of random ecosystems; it’s a cohesive entity. An organism. A being. I daydreamed about this idea, mulled it over; wondered how it might be incorporated into a novel. And in my imagination, I took the theory to the next level: What if the Earth is not simply alive, I asked, but also sentient?

I did some reading, and discovered that a lot of so-called primitive cultures believed this very thing. Understood it in their bones. Our ancestors were in tune with the planet in ways that we’ve forgotten. They could feel her heartbeat. Interpret her rhythms. They created Earth Goddesses to worship and celebrate.

Gaia (pron. guy-uh) is one of the principal deities of the Greek Pantheon. Other cultures used other names: the Tibetan people called the deity ChomolungmaGoddess Mother of the World. The Sumerians knew her as Ninhursaga. To Mesoamerican peoples she was Tlazolteotl.

A fictitious Pacific Northwest culture called the Denelai is at the center of THE GAIA WARS. As readers learn, the ancient Denelai people believed in the Earth goddess so profoundly that she would sometimes appear to them in human form.

At the start of the novel, troubled 13-year-old Warren Wilkes unearths a treasure deep in the Cascade Mountains while fleeing the law, learns about the Denelai and Gaia’s periodic visits, and finds that on one such occasion in 1550 AD, the tribe was attacked and the Earth Goddess wounded. The Indians were slaughtered and Gaia lost her memory and vanished into the wild.

As Warren soon discovers, Gaia is still alive and still trapped in human form. What’s more, the beast that attacked the Indian village 500 years earlier is on it’s way back with an army bred specifically to capture Gaia, unlock her secrets, and seize control of the planet. Warren must fight or see his whole world destroyed.

Readers seem to like the idea of a paranormal thriller with a thinking, feeling Earth at its heart. The feedback has been tremendous. Humbling. Yesterday (November 24, Thanksgiving Day) THE GAIA WARS rose to #17 on Amazon’s list of Top 100 Best Sellers in Children’s Action & Adventure. The Second Book of The Gaia Wars, BATTLE FOR CASCADIA, (just released) is also doing well. A huge thank you to all the wonderful readers giving these books a try!

Interview: Kenneth G. Bennett – author of the Gaia Wars


About the Author: Kenneth G. Bennett is the author of the Young Adult novels The Gaia Wars and Battle for Cascadia (the second book of The Gaia Wars), as well as the forthcoming Exodus 2018, a paranormal thriller set in the Puget Sound region of Washington State. A wilderness enthusiast who loves backpacking, skiing and kayaking, Ken enjoys novels that explore the relationship between humans and the wild. He lives on an island in the Pacific Northwest with his wife and son. Visit him on his website, Twitter, Facebook, or GoodReads.

Let’s get to know Kenneth better through a rousing Q&A…

Where did you find the inspiration for this novel?

The idea began with an article I read about The Gaia Hypothesis. This hypothesis, proposed by NASA scientist James Lovelock, says, in brief: “all organisms and their inorganic surroundings on Earth make up a single, self-regulating entity.” In other words, the Earth itself is a living thing. A vast, “super-organism.”

I love this idea! And when I first read about it I wondered how it might be woven into a novel. In my imagination, and in conversations with friends, I took the Gaia Hypothesis one step further. “What if Gaia (the Earth) is not simply alive,” I asked, “but also sentient?” It occurred to me that a lot of so-called primitive cultures believed this very thing. Understood it in their bones.

Then I was backpacking with my son Eli (age 9 at the time). After a few days in the wilderness, feeling more connected to the land, perhaps, I started to tell Eli the story of The Gaia Wars. He loved it. It took me about a year to write the book and refine it.

Warren Wilkes is quite the unexpected hero. Tell us about him. Is he someone you’ve met before, or is he completely fictional?

My son and his friends are all pretty outdoorsy kids. They’ve backpacked and skied and kayaked and climbed since they were really little, so Warren (a sort of feral, wilderness boy) is probably a composite of the kids I see every day.

This story’s setting is incredibly vivid. How did the Cascade Mountains influence your writing? Do you believe you could have told the same story in a different setting, or would it have been missing something otherwise?

North Cascades National Park is one of my favorite places on the planet, and I go there often. It’s easy to find inspiration in the ancient forests and high-alpine meadows of that region. I’ve also been heavily influenced by Olympic National Park, and by wild areas in Alaska, where I spent much of my childhood. The landscapes in the book contain elements of all of those places.

The Mendari aliens and their organic droids, the Fabrinels, mix-up the story in a way nothing else could have (not even the irksome Mr. Finley). How did you go about creating these other races and defining their culture and behavior?

The Mendari are fantastically advanced, technologically, but suffer from a civilization-wide melancholy. They have every device and contraption imaginable, but in the process of acquiring all this stuff, they’ve nearly destroyed their lovely planet and suffocated their own wild souls. They venture to Earth out of desperation, and with newfound humility, hoping to regain the wisdom they lost millennia ago. The Mendari race is basically the Human race in a few hundred years—if we don’t get our act together in terms of taking care of our planet.

Gaia, or Onatah, is the living embodiment of the Earth Mother. Without giving anything away, tell the readers how she fits into the story.

Gaia, the Earth Mother, represents the wild soul of the planet. She’s the wellspring of all life; the source of the DNA that animates everything from bacteria to redwood trees to homo sapiens. But we humans have reached the point where we think maybe we don’t need to be connected to this wild soul any longer. We see ourselves as separate from the natural world. I think this kind of hubris is a huge mistake, and that’s reflected in the story.

How much research did you have to do in order to learn about the Denelai people’s folklore and nature rituals? How did you find this information?

I love to learn about Native American culture, modern and ancient, and have read a lot about what North America was like prior to European contact. I’m steeped in that history, but the Denelai culture is entirely a product of my imagination—not based on any one people or tribe.

Your cast of characters has very interesting names—ones I suspect were not chosen arbitrarily. Please tell us how you came up with the names for Ina, Mirra, Uhlgoth, and the others.

I greatly admire the name-inventing abilities of authors such as Philip Pullman, J.K. Rowling, Ursula K. LeGuin and (of course) J.R.R. Tolkien. I worked really hard to come up with names that fit the various characters in The Gaia Wars.

You leave The Gaia Wars off on a very big cliff-hanger. What made you decide to take this gutsy literary move—channeling Warren, are you?

The Gaia Wars ends at what felt to me like a natural stopping point (or at least a “pausing” point)–A slight break in the action before all hell breaks loose in Battle for Cascadia.

Battle for Cascadia picks up where the first book leaves off. What can we expect from the sequel? Are there any major ways in which the style or plot line is different than The Gaia Wars?

Battle for Cascadia is a direct and immediate continuation of The Gaia Wars. Many of the storylines begun in Gaia draw to a conclusion in Battle—but not all of them! There are a lot of mysteries left to unravel in those rugged North Cascade canyons.

You’re going to give us more Warren Wilkes, right?! Please tell us you’re planning a third book in the series, and if you can, give us some clues about what happens next.

Absolutely! Warren and company find themselves in a very dangerous place and in very perilous circumstances at the conclusion of Battle. There’s a whole lot of story left to tell.

Gaia Wars by Kenneth G. Bennett – Excerpt

Now please enjoy this sneak peek of The Gaia Wars…

Chapter 3

The ground climbed steadily and Warren slowed but didn’t stop. He knew how to pace himself, and ran lightly over the soft earth, weaving between the pines.

A plan formed in Warren’s mind. He would make for Pipestone Canyon, roughly two miles distant. He and his uncle had hiked, skied and snowshoed there dozens of times, and he knew it well. Perhaps he could hide among the canyon’s crags, cliffs and massive boulders. Perhaps.

Warren topped a low ridge, entered a clearing, and heard the sudden rush of brawling Nine Mile Creek, two hundred yards ahead. Born in the snowy Cascades, the sparkling stream clattered across the meadow. It was roughly fifteen feet wide here, but shallow, gravel-bottomed and easy to cross.

Now that he was out of the trees, Warren heard other sounds, too: the unmistakable baying of dogs, surprisingly close, and the low, steady whine of ATVs. The Finleys were after him, all right, and they were getting closer.

For the first time, Warren felt truly afraid. He remembered the rage on Mr. Finley’s face. Who could guess what the big brute might do? Or maybe Finley Sr. would simply turn a blind eye as Finley Jr. pulverized him. Junior was a good thirty pounds heavier than Warren, after all.

Wild thoughts flooded Warren’s mind. Maybe the Finleys would tie him up and drag him behind their ATVs, or let their dogs tear him to pieces. He couldn’t guess, and he didn’t want to find out.

Warren had an idea. Instead of running straight across the creek, he would run in it for a while. His shoes and socks would get soaked, but perhaps the ploy would confuse the dogs—at least temporarily. It was a trick he’d read about in numerous adventure stories. Maybe it would help.

He leapt into the clear, frigid water. It was only about a foot deep here, where it crossed the flat, open meadow, but shockingly cold. He sprinted upstream.

Though June meant summer in other parts of the country, it was still early spring here in the higher elevations of the Clement Valley. It had snowed heavily all winter, and the meadows only recently had become snow-free. It had just rained, too, so everything had a fresh, new quality and the air was crisp and clean. Wildflowers carpeted the creek banks.

Warren splashed on—the gravel stream bottom giving a bit under each sloshing footfall. He saw now that the snowmelt and recent rain had caused the clay soil of the stream’s banks to fracture. Here and there great slabs of creek edge had fallen into the water. In some spots, sections of bank teetered, like new islands breaking apart from the mainland after a catastrophic quake. Ahead, the creek jogged sharply to the right.

Warren scanned the meadow. In another hundred feet or so, he’d climb out of the water and run uphill, toward Pipestone Canyon. He sprinted, following the sharp bend in the stream.

That’s when he saw the skeleton.

It was a human skeleton, no doubt about that, lying face up on the soft earth. Warren could see at once what had happened: the skeleton had been buried in the reddish-brown clay of the bank, but a section of creek edge had fractured and fallen away, freeing the skeleton from its tomb. It lay there in broad daylight, as neatly and cleanly as if it had just rolled out of a crypt. Warren stepped forward cautiously and gazed at the remains in silent wonder.

He would have forgotten about the Finleys, his prank and everything else—only now that he’d stopped moving he heard the dogs and whining ATVs once more. Even over the joyful clatter of the creek, the sounds were unmistakable. The Finleys were coming through the forest, within a minute or two of the meadow.

Warren stared at the skeleton. He’d been to enough museums and read enough books to know that it was very old. The bones were light brown and smooth, like aged ivory. It occurred to Warren they might even be fossilized.

The skull, arm and leg bones were large, and the hips narrow, so he guessed he was looking at the remains of a man. The lower jawbone was missing, as were the bones of the right foot. Otherwise, the skeleton appeared intact. Warren leaned closer to the skull, but the empty eye sockets gazing skyward gave him a queer feeling.

He took one last look and …

There was something protruding from the dirt, near the skeleton’s right hip. Warren peered closely.

The “something,” whatever it was, was encrusted with soft clay. It blended with the surrounding soil, and was nearly invisible.

Warren gently traced the object with his fingers, pried some of the clay away, and understood. It was a pouch: leather, bound at the top with a fragment of cord.

Warren teased more soil from the object, marveling that the leather was still supple and intact. Even the design on the face of the pouch—a fine red spiral—had somehow been preserved inside the clay tomb of the creek bank.

Carefully, painstakingly, Warren lifted the pouch free from the soil, loosened the cord, and spilled the contents out.

The first artifact to tumble onto the creek bank—into the sunlight—was a stone spear point. It was about five inches long, brownish-yellow and lovingly crafted. It was still razor sharp, by the look of it.

The spear point made Warren gasp. But the object that thudded onto the bank after it stopped his heart.

It was a heavy, flat medallion of gleaming, hammered gold, inset with sparkling blue gems.

Dazzlingly beautiful, the medallion (medallion was the first word that came to Warren’s mind) could easily have been the centerpiece of a great king’s crown, or of a royal necklace. The object had seven equal sides.

A heptagon, Warren thought. It was a term he’d learned in last semester’s math.

Warren’s hand shook as he traced the perimeter of the heptagon with one finger. The object was about four inches across, and twice as thick as the old silver dollars in his uncle’s coin collection.

In the center of the heptagon was set a perfect circle of highly polished obsidian. The dazzling blue gems—there were seven of them, as well—were embedded in the gold and placed evenly about the obsidian circle. Warren turned the medallion over and saw that the back consisted of gleaming, hammered gold only.

He lifted the object slowly, reverently. It fit neatly in the palm of his hand and was so bright that it flashed in the warm morning light. It was beautiful. It was mesmerizing. It was …

Warren heard sudden, frenzied barking from the forest below and jumped to his feet. How had they scaled the hill so fast? How long had he been kneeling beside the skeleton? With a leap up the bank, he was off once more, bounding across the meadow and toward the sheltering forest beyond.

Warren had run perhaps fifteen feet when he realized he’d left the spear point with the skeleton. No time to retrieve it now. By the sound of it, the Finleys’ dogs would burst into the clearing at any moment. He had to make it to the trees—had to disappear into the forest—if he was to have any hope of escaping.

The Paranormal Turkey Tour

Ah yes, Thanksgiving. Nothing says the holidays like sitting around a fully decked out dining room table with mouthwatering temptations waiting to be gobbled up. Everyone waits anxiously for the big reveal… the turkey!

Lovingly prepared since early that morning, the turkey is brought out in a covered, silver serving platter. Aunt Edith smacks little Tommy’s hand as he attempts to steal a candied yam dripping with marshmallow. The collective breath is held as the silver cover is removed… revealing… a zombie turkey!

What—what? That’s right folks, this year, we are celebrating this American holiday paranormal style. And what says paranormal holiday better than a walking, talking zombie turkey?

This zombie turkey brings you important tidings of great prizes that shall be for all people… who participate and win of course.

November 25-27 you could win up to $200 in prizes!

 

Three days. Four YA paranormal books. Five chances to win!

And who are these crazy paranormal authors? Check them out. It’s like the Nightmare Before Christmas, Thanksgiving style!

 

Emlyn Chand, author of Farsighted

“Psychic or not, you’ll never see the end for this one coming! Emlyn Chand is pioneering ‘the next big thing’ for YA.” ~ Emily Reese, author of Second Death

Alex Kosmitoras may be blind, but he can still “see” things others can’t. When his unwanted visions of the future begin to suggest that the girl he likes could be in danger, he has no choice but to take on destiny and demand it reconsider.

Monster Mash: Emlyn says… I. AM. WEREWOLF! And why’s that you ask? First off, my name (Chand) literally means moon in Sanskrit. Next, werewolves are super cool–we can blend in with common folk, and then out of nowhere, kapow! I’m a werewolf, and I sure am hungry. Lastly, Team Jacob 100%. Now excuse me while I cock back my head and howl at my namesake.

 

Patti Larsen, author of Family Magic

“Patti Larsen is truly gifted because I read Family Magic cover to cover and I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for the next installment!” ~ from Goodreads review

Sixteen-year-old Sydlynn Hayle is the daughter of a powerful witch and a demon lord, but she just wants to be ordinary. When her coven comes under attack, Syd must face the fact only her power can save her family’s magic.

Monster Mash: Patti says… I am a witch. Naturally. I weave spells with my words, cast incantations from my keyboard, mix up the very best potions in my cauldron of documents. You want to stay on my good side. Trust me. Unless you enjoy waking up as something… unnatural.

 

Kimberly Kinrade, author of Forbidden Mind

Forbidden Mind is a thrilling, dark and deeply romantic read that had me sitting on the edge of my seat and eagerly awaiting the next installment.” ~Refracted Light Young Adult Book Reviews

Paranormal teens with unimaginable powers. An evil organization with deep secrets. When Sam, a girl who reads minds, meets a boy who controls minds, she discovers her future isn’t what she thought. Together they must escape and free the others… or risk losing everything—and everyone—they love.

Monster Mash: Kimberly says… I may look like a demon, but I’m actually a succubus. Enchanting and seductive, I weave stories that will fuel your passions and make you fall in love. But be warned… once you fall under the spell of my words, your world will never be the same.

 

John Corwin, author of The Next Thing I Knew

Corwin does a phenomenal job of including humor throughout this novel. This book was like . . . Ghost (the movie) meets The Host (by Stephanie Meyer) meets MIB (Men In Black the movie). ~Maryann, Chapter by Chapter

The afterlife is the last thing on Lucy’s mind until she and every other human on the planet drop dead and find themselves in the hereafter. Lucy drags her social life back from the grave and enlists her friends to figure out the rules of the afterlife and, more importantly, to discover who or what killed everyone and why anyone would do such a mean thing.

Monster Mash: John says… I am a ninja. After all, vampires are simply ninjas with fangs. They can hide in plain sight, right in your living room. Jump out and scare the wits out of you. Drop a smoke bomb and poof! All you’re left with is stinky smoke in your house and soiled underclothes.

 

The Prizes

Four $25 Book Entries: For each of the four books in the contest, you can enter to win $25 (up to $100 in giveaways!) Simply buy a copy of the book (each is priced at just 99 cents for this special promotion) and email the proof of purchase for that book OR submit the first sentence of the fifth chapter for that book to ParanormalTurkey@gmail.com. Winners will be chosen randomly. Each person can submit one entry per book. Here are the links for each book:

And… if you buy all FOUR books, you are entered to win the Grand Prize!

 

The Grand Prize

One randomly selected reader who enters to win all four book prizes (Family Magic, Farsighted, Forbidden Mind and The Next Thing I Knew) will win the grand prize of $100.

So go on now and pick up a copy of these fantastic paranormal reads before the zombie turkey eats you!

What? Still around? Then enjoy these fun book trailers and Paranormal Turkey Tour trailer. (Then go buy the books.) Also, leave a comment and help your favorite blog host win a $50 prize!

 

Notes:

  • All winners will be chosen randomly using random.org.
  • Amazon links are provided, but books purchased through any online vendor will qualify with proof of purchase.

 

Whirl Blog Tour

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The following is an excerpt from Whirl. On the night of her seventeenth birthday, Kendra encounters something strange on her way home.

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My head jerked at the sudden sound of footsteps. Three men approached me from the left. They were the college guys I’d spotted outside of the club earlier.

I’d been so consumed in my thoughts, they’d actually caught me off-guard. Unfiltering my Virtue, I reached out to gauge their intentions.

Nothing.

I frowned. My magic only worked on humans, but even with elementals like my mother, I’d always sensed a solid barrier.

This was different. I didn’t feel anything. There was nothing inside them but…empty space. A void where something should have been, but wasn’t.

They stood a few feet away in triangle formation, blocking my left and front. Tight, confined area with little mobility, and only one exit point behind me.

I sighed inwardly. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with drunk boys on my birthday.

“Well, well. Look who we got here.” The tall, thin one in front spoke in a raspy voice that reminded me of crunching gravel.

“Sorry, boys. My night’s over,” I replied coolly.

The two burly guys in back came forward, barring my path. They slowly advanced, herding me into an alley on my right.

One of them, a beefy blonde, had an eager look on his face. He rolled his head, cracking his thick neck in anticipation. The streetlamp reflected off a small discoloration, a pale white brand just above his carotid artery.

An Origin scar.

Shaped in the form of a small letter x, it marked the hole through which a living being exchanged mortal blood for the black demonic essence of an Aquidae.

I jerked back in surprise. Icy fear shot through me and I reached for the dagger at my back. I’d made the stupid assumption they were human.

 

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Emma Raveling is a fantasy author who leads a slightly eccentric life traveling throughout the world with her accommodating husband and charming, neurotic dog.

Hopelessly addicted to coffee and diet coke, she has a strange love of spreadsheets and organizational tools because they give her the illusion that she is somehow in control of the chaos that is her life. A dedicated practitioner of vipassana meditation, Emma loves to cook and often spends time scouring the Internet for new recipes. She adores beautiful art such as painting and sculpture, classical music, lyrical writing, and great graphic design.

Whirl is her debut book. She is currently busy at work writing Billow, the second installment of the Ondine Quartet series.

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Without Mercy Blog Tour

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When Darcy’s outing takes a turn for the worst and tests her to the point of breaking, she struggles to maintain her humanity. Where loyalty and pack mean everything, she surrenders to the inevitable and only an act of complete trust can touch her. When all is said and done, with memories flooding her mind, Darcy holds tightly to the only thing that makes sense – it was all a dream. Or was it?

Download belindaau...jpg (63.4 KB)A homesick Aussie living amongst the cactus and mountains of Arizona, Belinda Boring is a self proclaimed addict of romance and all things swoon worthy. When she’s not devouring her latest read, you can find her celebrating her passion for books on her blog The Bookish Snob.

With all that excitement, it wasn’t long before she began writing, pouring her imagination and creativity into the stories she dreams. Whether urban fantasy, paranormal romance or romance in general, Belinda strives to share great plots with heart and characters that you can’t help but connect with. Of course, she wouldn’t be Belinda without adding heroes she hopes will curl your toes.

Surrounded by a supportive cast of family, friends and the man she gives her heart and soul to, Belinda is living the good life. Happy reading!

My Review:

So, I’ve been a part of The Bookish Snob Productions and when Belinda asked me to take part in this tour for her own book, i was excited. I mean, how WOW is that! I’m glad i was one of the few first people who read her book, worked with her and got to know her better before she becomes an awesome writer.

The characters are interesting and easy to relate to. I LOVE Mason!! This is a must read book, really it is! The cover speaks for itself!!

Can’t wait for the next installment.

GIVEAWAY
Belinda is offering an e-copy of Without Mercy to TWO winners! Just leave a comment below with your email address.

Vampire Bites Blog Tour

 

If you could have dinner with one of your characters who would it be?

 

The problem with having dinner with vampires is the odd chance that you would be the one on the menu. Since the majority of my characters are vampires, I might have to decline any dinner requests. Unless of course, they were willing to bring me over to their side. =) Then, if that were the case, I’d have dinner with Connor, the hot stud vampire from the House of Immortal Pleasures.

Since becoming a writer, what’s the most exciting thing to ever happen to you?

 

It might sound silly, but it means a whole lot to me. The most exciting thing was an email from a reader who really loved my work. I can’t tell you how much it makes my day (and I bet other authors feel the same) to know that readers really enjoy the work we put into creating stories. And knowing this pushes me to continue to create more.

What scene in the book are you most proud of and why?

One of my favorite scenes comes out of House of Immortal Pleasures. It’s where Connor is trying to seduce Daphne. At first he uses the cheesy lines and she laughs right in his face, then he takes a slower, more sensual approach and, I really think it was the best lead in to a sex scene I’ve written. But, that of course is just me saying this. I would love to hear from readers what scenes they thought were good, and why.

 

Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what do you like to listen to?

 

I do. I listen to music all the time. I use it to set the mood of what I am working on. Sometimes it is Incubus, sometimes Elysian Fields, sometimes Pink, etc… The only really odd thing about the music I listen to when writing, is it has to be older. We’re not talking oldies here. But it does have to be a song I know by heart. I’m a little OCD and ADD and if I listen to something new, I find myself distracted and need to know all the words to the song. It will prevent me from writing. So, whatever I listen to has to be a song I know by heart. Sounds weird but when I listen to a song I know, I can feel the mood and it helps me get into the writing zone.

What do you do in your spare time when you’re not writing?

Since it would be cliché to say I read in my spare time, I’ll go with hiking. I love to get out to Red Rock and hike. It’s just too bad my family isn’t onboard with it. I’ve been trying to get my 7 year old daughter into it but she’s just not enthusiastic about “walking” as I am. Maybe someday.

Vampires or werewolves??

 

I’m a vampire girl through and through. Though I do enjoy a good werewolf story, vampires will always be my favorite.

What authors or writings have influenced you?

 

I think everything we read and watch influences us in some way. So with that thought then all of the wonderful paranormal writers, and trust me there are a lot (more and more every day as I discover new books), are my influences. But it really started with the first book I read, Interview with a Vampire. I was hooked, plain and simple.

What was your journey in becoming a writer?

Hmm, let’s see, background on me. I was never very good at just talking about myself. I’m a complete introvert, which I guess helps with writing. I’m much more comfortable with my notebook and pen, writing down stories than I am in public speaking about things. So, really, my life is not hugely exciting. I grew up in a small town inTexasand at the age of 14 moved toSinCity,Las Vegas,Nevada.  Being an introvert, I spent a lot of time people watching, which I think also helps when it comes to creating characters. You learn a lot by observation.

I spent a lot of my teenage years reading books and writing down my own silly stories. I never expected it to become a career. It was always just a fun hobby. As I got older, I really wanted to share them with others. That’s when I started seriously considering publishing.

If you’d like to check out my latest work, Karma & Melodies stop by www.katiesalidas.com and read a sample or two. If you like what you see, all of my novels and novellas are available in every ebook format!

Search for me on any of your favorite ebook retailer’s website.

Amazon.com

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Barnes & Noble

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About the Author

Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkin off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons.  She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.

And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land inFloridafor sale…

Katie Salidas resides inLas Vegas,Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
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Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkin off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons.  She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.

And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land inFloridafor sale…

Katie Salidas resides inLas Vegas,Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.

 

Enjoy three novella-length stories of love, lust, and vampire bites. 

House of Immortal Pleasures: 
Blindfolded, and kidnapped by her friends, Daphne is whisked away to the famed, House of Immortal Pleasures, a Vampire-run Brothel in Pahrump, Nevada. 

Sometimes the only way to mend a broken heart is to get back in the saddle. At least that is how Daphne’s friends see it. And since Daphne isn’t showing any signs of letting that happen, they take it into their own hands. With a few shots of liquid courage, a pat on the ass, and a donated gold card, Daphne is unwillingly sent to meet her creature of the night, Connor. 

Karma & Melodies: 
Ten years after she was stolen from the mortal world, Kendra runs into the man she had always loved. But she’s not longer a human and he’s a popular musician on tour with his band. Can they find a way to make love work? 

Halloween Fantasies: 
Touted as the sexiest party of the year, the annual Halloween Fantasy Ball is the one place a girl can let loose and succumb to her wildest fantasies. Disguised as a sexy vampire huntress, Sasha captures the attention of Dante, a real life creature of the night. And this sexy vampire has a few fantasies to share. 

 

 

One lucky person who comments, gets the Vampire Bites e-Book!

Menage Blog Giveaway!

Have you heard about the Menage A Blog??? It’s like a blog tour – but EVERYONE wins!!!! Here’s some official info:
“3 authors per day for 5 days will compete in a flirt to the finish blog hop. They will be wooing readers with free ebooks at each stop, as well as a chance to win a Kindle and special author prizes!

Readers start at one blog then click along the daisy chain. All of the authors are connected in a loop. You can move forward or backward. #easypeasy

Here is our line up of #rockin authors:

Deena Remiel, “Brethren Beginnings Vol. I”

Jacquie Rogers, “Much Ado About Marshals”

Terri Giuliano Long, “In Leah’s Wake”

Carolyn McCray, “7 Folds of Winter”

Rachel Thompson, “Dollars & Sense”

Judith Gaines, “Perfect Copy”

Regan Black, “Tracking Shadows”

Xavier Leret, “Heaven Sent”

Theresa Ragan, “Finding Kate Huntley”

Eden Baylee, “Fall Into Winter”

Amber Scott, “Soul Search”

Lacey Weatherford,”The Trouble With Spells”

All the participating blogs will be linked to and listed athttp://indiebookcollective.wordpress.com.

Be sure you tell your family and friends about our upcoming blog tour, because it’s not like any blog tour they’ve been on. Where else can you get free ebooks just for commenting?

Mark your calendar! July 18th – 25th are the days to remember!”

Alright, I hear your call for more … you want the FREE PRIZES! Here’s the dish!
1. Comment and win your free ebookThe Trouble With Spells, by telling me what your favorite flirt line is. Don’t have one? Make one up! #ItsAllGood
2. Enter my personal GRAND PRIZE giveaway by picking your favorite review from my list ofsponsors in the sidebar and comment on their site with the phrase, “Hot warlocks rock my world!”(Giveaway basket details. Theme: “A Night IN with Vance Mangum!”  Pamper yourself with awesome bath/spa products, candlelight, and relaxing music!  Then slip into your comfy “Vance Kiss” t-shirt (logo pictured in banner) and cuddle up with ebooks 1-4 in the Of Witches and Warlocks series while devouring decadent hand dipped chocolates.  Oh … and did I mention that comes with a personalized,signed picture from the ever-so-hot actor, Matt Lanter, who is the muse for Vance Mangum? Yep, it’s true!  The photo will be delivered straight from Matt to you!) It’s seriously “Vance in a basket!” What more could you want?
Matt Lanter is currently starring as
Liam court on 9O21O, Anakin Skywalker
on Star Wars: The Clone Wars, and in the
soon-to-be released movie, Liars All. You
can see all of Matt’s film credits on IMBD.
You can follow Matt on Twitter.
3.  Get extra entries every time you Tweet, Facebook, or blog this! “Today Only! Win free ebooks & a signed pic of HOT actor #MattLanter! #Muse #MenageABlog (url) then leave the details of your posts in my comments!
4.  EVERY relevant comment you make counts as an entrytoward the overall Grand Prize…the KINDLE!  So#ChattingItUp big time can make you a winner! And don’t worry, I TALK back, but I don’t BITE back! Much. 😉
That’s it! Are you ready? Let’s #ShareTheLove and#FlirtBaby!
P.S. IMPORTANT! Don’t forget to leave your email address with your comment so I can send you your free ebook, or contact you about winning the Grand Prize! Also, if you have trouble commenting with Google, remember you can still use OpenID or Anonymous to post your comment too! Just tell me who you are so I can visit with you! 😀

Here is my review of The Trouble With Spells:

My review:

Its books like these that make me believe in soul mates. Portia and Vance are just perfect for each other. The concept of ‘love at first sight’ surrounds this couple. The swoon-worthy Vance and budding-witch Portia make the most adorable couple.

Okay as a book reviewer, i am to be completely honest. Painstakingly honest, if required :P but bashing a book is not what i have set out to do. Being as this is the second book i have read revolving around witches, forming a unchangeable opinion would be too hostile. (Now i have feeling that you might be thinking that either i have conflicting feelings about this book or that i am seriously out to do some bashing. I’ll just clear it…i’m here to do neither.)

The Trouble With Spells revolves around this couple, a newly-turned witch and an all-too powerful warlock. (You gotta love these settings) Anyway, Vance (the warlock, if you didn’t already guess) at first tries to battle his feelings for Portia (the witch) because he feels that he carries with him a danger, but Portia is not going to give up. This is isn’t how the story plays out though. Vance doesn’t play the all hard to get hero and Portia is no where the stalkerish-ever-so-persistent heroine. Just saying.

Together Vance and Portia make this adorable couple and you find yourself thinking back to Edward and Bella (even though i have no intentions of going there because comparing books to other books is not what i set out to do). The extreme feelings of love that both these characters have for each other is just to breathtaking. Portia is just to cute when the first spell that she creates is for the protection of Vance. Check the spell out below:

Oh moon, Tonight i call on thee

To help me set a spirit free

Give thy protection on this night

Ever surround him with the light

Let no evil near him get

May only goodness now be met

This book contains some hot make-out scenes and i just loved reading them. I had a blast reading it and for me it was no-putting-downer (if you can understand that) :D

Plus the ending was heart breaking and breathtaking. “psst” You’ll just have to read to find out. :P

Replay Blog Tour

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Replay

Replay

Kelsee Lewis has a new school, a prima donna best friend, and one week to write a hit play. Throw in a self-obsessed mom and an absent executive dad, and it’s no wonder she has panic attacks—complete with time-warp special effects. When Kelsee meets comic book maven Quinn, she realizes the attacks give her the ability to rewind time. 

Replaying life seems like the best way to erase mistakes. But will second chances leave Kelsee flailing in the orchestra pit alone?

Giveaway:

Want to win an e-copy of this book? Then you’re in the right place. All you have to do is comment below that you want one, that you’ve subscribed and state your email address as well. Thats it!

Keira Lea

Keira Lea released her debut novel in April 2011. She is a devoted fan of the TV show FRINGE, a card-carrying member of the Apple cult, and a mother to two human children and three feline ones. She is working on a sequel to Replay.

Next stop: It’s All About Books 

Raven’s Kiss Blog Tour

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Raven Grace was a college senior with ambitions of a career in law enforcement when she met the demon Aega, whose bite turned her from mortal to Shapeshifter. Now a member of the Recovery Organization, Raven keeps the peace between humans and errant Hellhounds, trolls, wizards and the like while trying to track down Aega and bring him to justice. After a particularly dicey encounter one night with a Hellhound, she goes to the aid of a girl who’s been attacked and near death—and is amazed to find Aega’s bite mark on the girl’s arm. Determined to get to the bottom of this, she revisits the victim’s apartment and there discovers her closet is a portal to a parallel universe, where people she knows lead vastly different lives. She also gets a glimpse of the Recovery Captain there—a six foot, redheaded Scotsman named Finn McPhee, whose sexy accent and even sexier bod sets her senses aflame. Seeking answers, Finn takes Raven to the magickal underworld, where an ancient fae informs them the demon’s quest is rooted in Scottish mythology and magick. As they delve deeper into legend, the truthcomes to light—Aega is only a pawn, subservient to another, darker demon…a being who knows the truth about Raven’s heritage, and who orchestrated her return to this parallel universe for the ultimate showdown. Now, Finn and Raven find their passion for one another must take a backseat to Raven’s battle with a dark force who won’t be satisfied until he’s claimed her soul for his very own…

Excerpt: Raven’s Kiss – Paranormal Romance
by Toni LoTempio

The Hellhound took a menacing step towards me. “We all have our crosses to bear,” he leered. With a snarl, he snapped a hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip and pulled me close to him. I caught a whiff of his fetid breath and almost gagged. I felt his sharp claws rip my blouse as he lifted me off the ground. Damn. My new Leslie Fay, too. The one that’d cost me almost a week’s salary. Damn. And I was still paying it off on my Visa, too. Now that really bit.

Headache gone, I let out a low growl and twisted around in his grasp. He wasn’t expecting that, and loosened his grip, enough for me to jab the heel of my boot straight into his leering mouth. Startled, he staggered back and dropped me. I rolled over to the far wall of the building and stood up shakily, brushing the alley dust and grime from myself as I did so.

Before I had a chance to think, the Hound advanced on me again. “You’re a spunky one,” he hissed. “Maybe I won’t eat your flesh—no, maybe I won’t. You’d be a good addition to our number.” He shot me another leering, black grin. “All it takes is one bite, you know. How’d you like to look like me?”

The words one bite served to rile me. I jerked myself upright and glared at the monster. “Hey, pal, the one bite thingy? Been there, done that, by something far worse than you, incidentally.”

His chest puffed out and he tapped one long, sharp fingernail against his breastbone. “Hah. What’s worse than a Hellhound?”

“This,” I hissed, and closed my eyes. I felt my body go all tingly, and parts of my anatomy start to stretch. A moment later, I heard the Hounds’ agonized cry.

“What the San Blazes is this?”

In my changed state, I slithered closer to the beast. “I’m sure you’ve seen a Hydra before,” I hissed. “The famed many-headed serpent, whose bite is deadly to most anyone, mortal or Other—and while it won’t kill you, it will induce a coma, which is all I need for now.”

Two of my seven heads shot out. One nipped the Hellhound on the neck, the other on its ankle. The creature swayed, stared at me through slitted golden eyes.

“Shifter—you’re a Shifter,” he muttered, as he slid to the pavement. “That means…”

“Yeah,” I hissed out, “you’re two years too late to turn me, my friend. It’s already been done.”

The Hellhound dropped like a stone, his head hitting the pavement with a sharp cracking sound. I drew back all seven heads, shimmered, and a moment later stood, albeit a tad wobbly, over the fallen creature.

“Coma’ll make you a bit more cooperative, too.” I reached into my pocket for my cell phone. “George owes me big time for you, friend.” I felt around in my pocket. Damn. My phone was gone. I remembered taking it out in the bar—I must have left it there. Friggin’ great. I glanced at the apartment building. Now all the lights were out. Well, maybe someone wouldn’t mind being woken up. After all, it was for a good cause.

At that precise moment, the back door of the building was flung open, and a girl with frizzy red curls, wearing tight jeans and a cutoff top, ran onto the stoop.

“Help! I think my roommate’s been murdered!” Her head swiveled in my direction, and her arms started to pump like a windmill. “Please help! She—she’s not breathing.”

I gave Houndy a sharp kick to make sure he was still unconscious. Then I took off my belt, bound it securely around his wrist. I retrieved my badge and hurried over to the stoop where the girl stood, hugging herself.

“Thank you,” she breathed as I approached. “I—I don’t know what to do. She—she—“

I flashed my Recovery badge and slipped my arm around her shoulders. She was shaking like a leaf. “It’ll be okay,” I said. “Show me where she is.”

I followed the girl into the building, up two flights of stairs and into a corner apartment that was sparsely furnished. There was a threadbare sofa flanked by two scarred end tables, a floor lamp, a rolling bar cart with two bottles of wine on top of it. One wall was covered with bookcases, filled to the brim with what appeared to be a combination of school textbooks and paperback novels. I took all this in at a cursory glance as I followed the girl into the bedroom. She stopped on the threshold, jammed her fist into her mouth.

“She—she’s in there.”

I stepped across the threshold and the breath hitched in my throat. The bed was big, definitely a king, and took up almost the entire room. It was slicked with what looked like genuine satin sheets, the color of delicate pink roses, a match for the skin of the girl who lay sideways across it.

She was pretty, a face like a cameo, hair that cascaded like a fiery red waterfall down one shoulder. I leaned over, put my fingers against her throat.

“She’s still alive,” I said. “Call 911.” As the other girl continued to stand there, mewling with her hand still in her mouth, I barked louder, “Did you hear me? Call 911, or she might well die yet.”

That seemed to rouse the girl, who turned on her heel and left. I started to turn and follow, when something caught my eye. I leaned over the body, and very gently turned it to get a better look at the right shoulder. I sucked in my breath. I wasn’t wrong.

Two fang marks, inside an upside down triangle. The same mark I had on my right shoulder.

The mark of Aega, the damn demon who’d turned me into a Shapeshifter.

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All About….TONI LOTEMPIOView Author Ph...jpg in slide show

Hello!  I’m Toni LoTempio, author of Paranormal Romance/Romantic Suspense/YA Fantasy!  I’ve been writing ever since I was old enough to read, when I didn’t like the endings of the stories my mother read me I simply rewrote them J  Even though I write mainly in the paranormal genre, I have also written straight horror, as well as contemporary romance/suspense.

In 1995, I joined the staff of SUSABELLA PASSENGERS AND FRIENDS, a pulp magazine for collectors of antique children’s literature (Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, etc.)  Currently I’ve written over 300 articles for that magazine, and I was the first recipient of their Margaret Sutton Award for Distinguished Writing in 1998.  I joined the staff of NIGHT OWL REVIEWS IN January 2011 as the suspense reviewer/columnist.  My column, DARK STREETS, which features articles on suspense authors and their novels, is featured on a monthly basis. I love to spotlight new talent, so if you’re a suspense author, please contact me!

In 2007, Whiskey Creek Press published BOUND BY BLOOD, a tale of possession, and EBONY, which deals with zombies and the dark side of man. EBONY was #2 on the Fictionwise bestseller list for e-books for the month of July 2007, beating out Stephen King’s Lisey’s Story. (and no one was more shocked than I, LOL) In 2010, after countless attempts to land another agent, I took the advice of a fellow author HP Mallory, and self published NO REST FOR THE WICCA, which has been on Amazon’s list of top one hundred in Occult since March 2011.  My short story, THE SACRIFICE, appears in the e-published anthology KISS ME KILL ME, and I also have a YA fantasy, MY SUPERHERO SISTER on B&N and Amazon.  A complete listing of my books appears at the end of this bio.

Currently single, I work full time and live in Clifton, NJ, with  my muses:  Rocco, Maxx, Gata and Trixie.  (Rocco is also known as Rocco the SciFi Blogging Cat and has appeared on the SciFi Saturday Night website and radio show, and also on the Kids Need To Read website where he holds the distinction of being the first (and possibly only!) blogging cat to support this charity!)

I love hearing from fans, so please feel free to friend me on FACEBOOK, and visit my website, www.tonilotempio.webs.com  Rocco and I post daily M-F on his blog, www.catsbooksmorecats.blogspot.com

Toni LoTempio Books:

Bound by Blood – Whiskey Creek Press, trade paperback & e-book, Feb. 2007 (paranormal suspense)

Ebony – Whiskey Creek Press, trade paperback & e-book, July 2007 (paranormal suspense)

Witch’s Pawn – Echelon Press, trade paperback & e-book, December 2008 (horror)

Nom de Plume – Whiskey Creek Press, trade paperback & e-book, November 2008 (contemporary romance)

It’s in the Cards – Whiskey Creek Press, e-book, February 2010 – (paranormal romance)

Out of the Ashes – Whiskey Creek Press, e-book, May 2010 – Fantasy

No Rest for the Wicca – Amazon & B&N Pub-It, e-book, September 2010 – paranormal suspense

My Superhero Sister – Amazon & B&N Pub-It, e-book, Trade Paperback – January 2011 – YA Fantasy

Kiss Me, Kill Me – Amazon & B&N Pub-It, e-book anthology –February 2011 – Short Story, “The Sacrifice”

Raven’s Kiss – Amazon & B&N Pub-It, e-book, & Trade Paperback April, 2011 – Paranormal Romance

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Quintspinner Blog Tour

Today, we have Dianne Greenlay with us to tell us a little about her book, Quintspinner: A Pirate’s Quest and a lesson on everything pirates. I thought this fitting because of the recent release of Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides! So, takeover Dianne!

Hi Sana, thanks for much for inviting me to your site to talk about my YA novel, QUINTSPINNER – A PIRATE’S QUEST.

QUINTSPINNER was an intriguing novel to write because of the lifestyle facts that I unearthed in preparation to writing a story set in the sailing world of the early 1700’s. This particular time is referred to in history books, as “The Golden Age of Piracy”, and although there have been pirates around for as long as history has been written down, the better known pirates – Captain Kidd, Anne Bonny, Blackbeard, just to name a few – were all sailing and plundering ships along the eastern coast of North America and throughout the Caribbean in the late1600’S and early1700’S.

Pirates have a universal appeal for people, but the reality of their personalities was that they were not the warm, fuzzy “Jack Sparrow” kind of Pirates of theCaribbean. When I began writing the novel, I knew that I wanted to write from a young woman’s perspective, and because I have two daughters, I wanted Tess, my protagonist, to be someone that they would enjoy reading about – headstrong and a bit impetuous for her times. This kind of personality in the 1700’s naturally put Tess in a lot of danger. A secondary character, William, was written from a young male’s point of view and this inclusion was for the enthusiasm of my own four sons and the male readership!

Besides involving pirates, QUINTSPINNER is set mostly on a sailing ship, and in researching life and sailing as it was in the 1700’s, I came across many details that I included in the story. I tucked them away in a folder, and wove them into the plot as I went along.

PIRATES 101

1. On average, sailors and pirates alike ranged in age from ten to early thirties, with most being in their twenties. Sailing was a brutal life and it was not unusual for half a crew to be lost during a sea voyage due to sickness or injury. A medium sized ship could carry 75-100 crew members. Scurvy, malaria, small pox, and dysentery caused most fatal illnesses.

2. Many sailors were “press-ganged”. A roving band of sailors scoured ports and physically abducted new recruits without warning, to be replacement crew members for those who had died. Children, sometimes as young as 6 or 7, especially street orphans, were also rounded up and forced aboard to be “powder monkeys” – their job was to deliver ammunition and gunpowder to the fighters and the cannon during a battle. Many powder monkeys were killed in spontaneous explosions from the volatile gunpowder.

3. Although most spent all of their earnings when in port, some pirates really did bury treasure. Captain Wm. Kidd was said to have hidden more than one hundred thousand pounds of buried treasure (well over a value of a million dollars in today’s money) and it has never been found. Captain Kidd was captured and hung without ever confessing as to where his treasure was.

4. If no medical person was available, the ship’s carpenter, with his saws, performed all amputations, while the sail-maker sewed up wounds. Pirates drank often and a lot, for courage and to more easily bear their wounds. Drinking water quickly went stale on a sea voyage, so it was mixed with a crude rum to improve the taste and to stave off disease that plain water frequently harbored. (The alcohol offered an antiseptic effect.) Wounds were often irrigated with wine or rum.

5. A cutlass was the favorite weapon of all fighting men. It was a 2 foot long sword, weighing 3 pounds, and was worn hanging from a waist belt, giving it the nickname of “a hanger”. Pirates were never without at least one dagger, however, which was easily concealed and was a much more lethal weapon to use in close quarters.

6. Most ships’ gunners were profoundly deaf, caused by the firing explosions of cannon.

7. Goats were the preferred type of livestock carried on board a ship. They provided milk, ate less than cattle and horses, and produced far less urine and solid waste.

8. There were no toilets; men relieved themselves out on the bowsprit.

9. Laudanum ( an opium tincture) was commonly used, taken for relief of everything from colds, meningitis, and cardiac problems, to sea sickness and infant colic. It was cheaper than a bottle of gin or wine. Its highly addictive properties were not widely known at the time.

10. Most sailors could not swim well, if at all.

Several binders and research books later, I was armed ( no pun intended!) with enough details to write QUINTSPINNER – A PIRATE’S QUEST, but it quickly became apparent to me that there was much more story waiting to be told than could be held in one book. Although QUINTSPINNER is a stand alone story, I am now at work on the continuation of Tess’s adventures and spend my writing time immersed in the details of the long ago world of the Golden Age of Piracy. Readers can follow the progress on my blog and web site.

As an old pirate once said, ” May our wakes and fortunes cross again someday!”

Wow! I had no idea. When it comes to me, i was very ignorant about pirates and now i know that they are definitely nothing like Jack Sparrow, but he will always be my favourite pirate . But then again, i have a feeling that after i read Quintspinner, my opinion will change and i’ll have a new fave.

Now, a little surprise. An EXCERPT!

“Are you alright?” Tess whispered into her sister’s ear. “How have you been treated?” Even as the words left her mouth, Tess’s hands slid down to her sister’s shoulders and froze over top of a softly thickened weal on Cassie’s right shoulder. Tess pulled her hand away and stared.

   “Oh my God, Cass,” she whispered hoarsely. “What has he done to you?”

   Under the inquiring touch of Tess’s fingertips, an angry raised mound of fresh and tender scar tissue stood out. Clearly it was a miniature form of the powder horn depicted on the pirates’ flag.

   “He- he branded you?” Tess gasped.

   A brand. The pirate captain’s brand. Burned deeply into the soft flesh of Cassie’s shoulder, it marked Cassid forever as his own.

   Tess swallowed hard as sudden waves of nausea threatened to expel a rush of bitter bile. Anger deeper than any she had ever known cascaded over her in a hot rush.Looking into Cassie’s tear filled eyes, and seeing the intense anguish there, she clasped her sister hard to her chest. “He will pay for whatever he has done to you!” she seethed.

   “No-o-o,” Cassie moaned. “He’ll kill you if you try anything.” Her eyes pleaded with Tess. “Save yourself if you can.” She laid her own hand gently over the branded tissue. Her voice was barely a whisper.

   “I am doomed.”

Quintspinner: A Pirate's Quest

 In the year 1717, 16 year old Tess Willoughby witnesses a murder near a London marketplace and becomes the keeper of a legendary Spinner ring. Even so, she never imagines that she will find herself an unwilling passenger on a merchant ship bound for the pirate-infested waters of the West Indies and forcibly betrothed to the murderer. Longing to be with William, a young press-ganged sailor, but unable to escape her dangerous fiancé’s clutches, Tess struggles to survive in her new set of circumstances. During a pirate attack, she unravels the legacy of her strange Spinner ring and its power, realizing that her own life and those of everyone she loves are in jeopardy. As a powerful hurricane overtakes the ship, a slim opportunity for her own escape presents itself, and she is forced to make the most chilling decision of her life.  Having won multiple Book Awards, (Reader Views, Foreword Connections, Creative Arts Council, Sask Book Award, Eric Hoffer Award) Quintspinner is a tale of pirates, secrets, betrayal, and romance on the seas of the West Indies, all bound together by a dash of ancient magic.

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Saving lives by day (physiotherapist, EMT) and spinning lies by night ( writer/author and playwright/director of Community Theatre), I live on the Canadian prairies with my husband in a lovely historical home that we share with a consortium of cats. Having raised a family of 6 kids ( and, amazingly, everyone lived through it!) , I have plenty of their escapades still fresh in my mind, to weave into my fiction. Whenever possible, I travel to exotic locales to research my novels and to seek out new adventures to fuel my already overactive imagination.


Giveaway:

Dianne is going to give one lucky follower a Quintspinner T-shirt and a $10 Amazon gift card. How awesome is that!? Now, its very simple. The way to win is to comment and follow the blogs. The more you comment, the better your chances are of winning. Good luck!

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Demon Kiss Blog Tour

We all had loads of fun with the Trouble with Spells blog tour and enjoyed Vance far more than we should have by just reading the book. Most of you must have thought that it was the end for some time but your prayers for more Vance have been heard. And due to numerous requests, we are BACK! Guess, what were back with?

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Lacey is such a sweetheart! ❤ So much so that today she’s going to dish about something that is going to make all of you squeal. She has a guest post prepared for today…. (all that she has written down is in bold)

Hi Sana!

Thanks so much for hosting me again!

Location, Location, Location!

I’ve slept in Vance’s bed.  

Ha, ha!  I bet that got your attention!  But really, it’s true…I have.  I’ve also taken a nap in Portia and Shelly’s bed, but that didn’t sound nearly as exciting!

One of the things I love about The Demon Kiss is that the story travels over international borders toPuerto Peñasco,Mexico, a.k.a. Rocky Point as it’s known to most travelers.   Rocky Point is a favorite vacation spot for my family and we’ve stayed at a couple of different places down there, but our favorite by far has been the Sonoran Sea Resort.

My dad had reserved us a room at the Sonoran Sea Resort.  He said he felt better about us staying someplace with on-site security. We pulled up at the towering ten-story hotel and checked in.

Our condo was a spacious three bedroom deluxe suite on the sixth floor and was lavishly decorated in a palm tree theme. There was a sage green down sectional at one end of the room with a large custom made entertainment center along with an entire wall of windows that led out to the balcony.

At the other end of the room was the kitchen, complete with granite counter tops and furnished with all the necessary appliances. The adjoining dining room had a beautiful glass topped table with plush dining chairs.

The master bedroom was gorgeous, with a tall, four-poster, king-sized canopy bed. It was so high, a stool was placed next to it to use to climb up on the bed. The room came with its own master bath complete with a Jacuzzi tub.

The secondary bedrooms also had king beds and shared a bathroom. It was decided that Vance and Brad would take those rooms, while the two of us girls would share the master suite.

We put our luggage away and headed out onto the huge patio that overlooked the immaculate grounds of the resort below us and then out into the beautiful Sea of Cortez.

“This is great!” I said, placing my hands on the wrought iron rails and taking in the view.

“I agree,” Vance said, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his head against mine.

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I actually stayed in the particular condo I described, and it’s fabulous!  We request it specifically when we go to stay.  It’s right on the ocean and the view is amazing.  I could honestly live there, spending my day snorkeling in the bath-like waters for hidden sea treasures.

I also thought it would be a very romantic location for a couple of people in love, so I was sure to incorporate some of those wonderful, hand-in-hand, beach strolls into the story as well.  And of course, you can’t have a story without a little authentic, atmospheric location thrown in, so I chose a favorite restaurant of ours too, The Friendly Dolphin.

The place was rich with atmosphere. Spanish tile covered the floors, and the walls were painted with bright colors and decorated with all sorts of Mexican and seafaring artifacts. A talented mariachi band wandered about the room singing for the patrons sitting at the tables, who would in turn tip them generously.

While we waited for our food, another man came by the table selling long-stemmed roses.

“Flowers for your pretty ladies?” the man asked in slightly broken English.

“Absolutely,” Vance replied and fished out his wallet, Brad doing the same. “I’ll take twelve,” he added with a smile.

The man’s face lit up into a thousand watts as he realized he had hit a jackpot. He handed Vance a dozen roses wrapped in clear cellophane.

“For my beautiful lady,” Vance said in a whisper close to my ear as he handed me the roses.

“Thank you. They’re wonderful.” I accepted them with a smile, and he placed a kiss on my cheek.

“Yes, but they pale in comparison to you.” He reached over to hold my hand, softly chuckling over the blush that was now spreading across my face.

Ha!  Vance never does anything small, does he? The rose guy always makes a bundle off of us because we always go on dates with our significant others to this restaurant.  But nothing beats getting flowers from my hubby while eating good food together and watching the sun set over the marina.

I hope you enjoy the little vacation that this story takes you on.  I know I did and I hope to return again and again!

Where’s your favorite vacation spot?

View DemonKiss...jpg in slide showCan someone else’s past come back to bite you?
After being drained of nearly all the blood in her body, novice witch, Portia Mullins, wakes up to find that her warlock boyfriend, Vance Mangum, has fled in search of his demon father. Determined to keep him from facing the evil alone Portia follows after him, unknowingly setting herself on the path of a new adventure that will take her, Vance, and their coven over international borders, into a foreign place where they will discover that the black magic which awaits them is far worse than they ever imagined. Portia finds herself tangled up in a web of lies and deceit in another’s quest for demonic power in the excitingly romantic second paranormal novel in the Of Witches and Warlocks Series, The Demon Kiss.

The Of Witches and Warlocks series can be ordered in ebook or paperback anywhere books are sold, including Amazon and Smashwords.

Giveaway:

To win an e-Book copy of The Demon Kiss, all you have to do is become a subscriber of my blog and comment below that you want to be entered and what you look forward to in the sequel. Simple…me thinks yes!

The Demon Kiss Tour Grand Prize:

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Want extra entries? You can get 1 more entry for every time you comment on the tour, and 5 more entries for every time you send a Tweet or Facebook the link to that day’s blog post. Make sure you keep track of those as you will be asked to submit verification links when you enter the giveaway.

Good Luck!  May the “Vance” be with YOU!

About the author:

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Lacey Weatherford has always had a love of books.  She wanted to become a writer after reading her first Nancy Drew novel at the age of eight.

When she is not reading, writing, blogging, or doing book tours for her current series, she can often be found out at sporting/musical events which her kids are in or texting like crazy with her best friend.

Lacey resides in the White Mountains of Arizona, where she lives with her husband, six children, one son-in-law, and the family dog Sophie.

Want more? Head over to the next stop: Just Another Book Addict

Hedgeland Blog Tour (+ Giveaway)

Hedgeland Blog Tour is being hosted by Belinda at The Bookish Snob Promotions!

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Hedgeland, an urban fantasy of time travel. Dr April Neuland, a Professor of Ancient Languages turned non-fiction writer, has been plagued by dreams all her life, dreams of her past life in the Otherworld. Meanwhile, in a parallel dimension of April’s past and Caridwen’s future, Worthing, a Future History Professor, has allied with the Military to access Future Internet communications and use new technology to influence April to write an ebook novel revealing where she, in her past life as Caridwen, hid the Kiste, a device to travel through time and space. Hedgeland weaves all three time/space frames: Caridwen, Worthing, and April. Hedgeland is the first in the Hedgecraft Sequence, but is a fully self contained novel with no cliff hangers.

So, i have the honour of starting this tour off. But guess what part i play. Guess away please! Okay…fine i’ll let you know :). Its my job to make you all squirm in your seats and sit on the very edge just to find out what happens in the novel. And because i am super nice i will get to it super fast. Here is Chapter 1 from Hedgeland!

Preface

There are three worlds in this novel:

Ancient Caer Sidi, Caridwen’s world. To us this is the “Otherworld.” When Caridwen’s people made their regular Crossings into our world, it was in our Neolithic times.

Modern Caer Sidi,Worthing’s world. To us this is, again, the “Otherworld.” This equates to our Bronze Age times.

The present. This is, well, the present! Right now, our time. Caer Sidi residents call our world the “Otherworld.”

Caer Sidi is in another dimension of time and space, but sometimes the dimensions are close together which enables Crossing, that is, if you have a Kiste.

Chapter 1.

Caridwen.

The Hierophant held the Kiste in the palm of her hand. It shimmered. At other times if my vision shimmered it would mean I was getting a migraine, but the Kiste always shimmered. It was a golden color, but no one had been able to analyze it. No one had been able to decipher the engravings either. Some said it was an ancient alien relic. It looked like a little human-shaped ornament, that’s about it. Yet without it, we weren’t able to travel to the Otherworld. I looked away from it and surreptitiously studied my X-Screen.

“Caridwen, are you listening?” the Hierophant demanded, and the other women turned to look at me. I was the youngest Initiate to the Higher Agrymos, and as a child had been considered something of a prodigy. Initiates generally were chosen by bloodline, and considering my parentage was unknown, at least to me, some were annoyed or outright jealous of my position.

I nodded. I always zoned out in the Hierophant’s ostentatious lectures. I was used to multi-tasking, and if time was going to be taken away from my work, I’d much rather spend it with my horses. I deleted the image of my favorite horse and put away my X-Screen before the Hierophant commented again.

We followed the Hierophant up the semicircular fluorite steps to the Telesterion’s entrance. I squinted as the crystal domes reflected the sun’s light directly into my eyes, then tripped and stubbed my toe. Was everything working against me today?

The Hierophant always walked slowly, so we had to walk slowly behind her – rushing past wasn’t the done thing. I was grumpy today. I have a thing for shoes – the higher and narrower the heel, the better. We had to wear “sensible” walking shoes for the Crossing, and mine felt heavy and clunky. I always felt unfeminine when I wore awful shoes. I clunked behind the Hierophant and tried to distract myself by admiring my reflection in every column we walked past. The reflective columns were colored by complex formations of granite, clear quartz, pink and white feldspars, and black flakes of mica. In places narrow veins of cream or light pink finer-grained rock scored the granite.

My hair looked a bit green – I hoped this was the quartz and not the way my own blonde hair had dried, as I’d tried a new shampoo that morning. I’d slept in; no time for a leisurely shower this morning.

The Hierophant walked past, inspecting each one of us in turn. No bracelets, earrings, underwire bras? No? Good. Metal prevented Crossing. Oh, not that she checked us for underwire bras; she just took our word for it. She did check us for earrings, bracelets, rings and any form of jewelry. I put my X-Screen and make up purse on the table and the others put their belongings there too. I also deposited my half eaten karuon chocolate bar on the table then stuffed my illuminator in my leg strap.

We entered the Anaktoron, the central hall of the Telesterion, traversing all eight courts placed around the Anaktoron in elliptical symmetry. I’d been in there countless times before, but I had never gotten used to the feeling. Power resonated through it, to the degree where it could be heard as a low humming.

All twelve of us walked in unison to encircle the pattern on the floor in the middle of the Anaktoron. The pattern looked like a plant, curling ivy irregularly placed on a vine which went twisting and turning amongst the leaves, entwined with spreading clusters of saffron ivy. These marked a stark contrast to the twelve geometrical symbols sketched out in rigidity.

We took our places, each on a symbol, and held hands. Everything in the Anaktoron was various hues of blue. No other color was present apart from the precious stones: sardonyx, chrysolite, diamond, beryl, onyx, jasper, sapphire and emerald. The pattern was beautiful, intricate and gorgeous to look at, at least under normal circumstances, but when the Kiste was activated, it too shimmered which didn’t help my stomach. I dreaded the nauseous waves that came again and again when making the Crossing through the Veil into the Otherworld. We held hands and chanted. I tried to take my mind off the rushing feeling of being sucked though something and of being about to vomit. The chanting was most likely unnecessary, but most of the Initiates were religious fanatics and they had set the rules. Others had suggested that the Kiste could be activated outside the Anaktoron, or even outside the Telesterion, but no one had ever been game to try. Total annihilation with bits of you disintegrating in a most painful way involving flames can be off-putting.

My thoughts of sedition were broken by my unprofessional landing. I landed hard on my knees, but was relieved to be alive. Crossing made me nervous; I always felt something could go horribly wrong. The Hierophant helped me up and looked pointedly at my grazed knees. “Concentrate next time,” she said softly, then more loudly addressed us all. “Initiates, I don’t need to tell you again that this journey is far less safe than our previous journeys to the Otherworld. In the past, it has been to our advantage that the people of this land think us Sidhe, divine or supernatural beings.”

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About the author 

Author Dr Ann Nyland was on Faculty at the University of New England, Australia. She is a grammar pedant, ancient languages translator, and best selling non-fiction author of such books as The Complete Books of Enoch; Angels, Archangels and Angel Categories: What the Ancients Said; The Book of Jubilees; A Devil of a Job to Find Satan in the Bible, among others. Hedgeland is her first novel. 

Giveaway

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What would it be like to be a character in a book? To be the inspiration for an author that she actually puts you in. Ever wondered what it would be like to read about yourself through someone else’s eyes? Ann has been kind enough to offer one blog follower the chance to be in her next book. And the rules are simple. Follow the blog tour by commenting to every post. =D

Head on over to the next stop: Jagged Edge

The Vampires Warden Blog Tour

Visit each of the these amazing blogs and learn more about the book. Each stop hosts either a fun interview, book excerpt or review and there are plenty of opportunities to win a free copy for yourself!

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I couldn’t seem to contain the inferno burning inside me, being that close to him. Even knowing the danger he posed and the gruesome scenes that must have been caused by him, I still felt a burning inside me every time I heard his voice or felt his hot gaze on me. 

But I was the Warden. He was one of the damned. We were destined to be at odds. Enemies. 

Sarah Brightman, having just lost her father to cancer, is stunned to discover that the mother she thought was dead is actually still alive. She also finds out that the legacy her father left her is a lot more than just an Inn on the outskirts of Nashville, Indiana. She has a frightening new responsibility.

Excerpt

Just when I was ready to give up and leave, he began to speak in a low tone.

“I grew up in Chicago.  We moved to San Francisco four days after I turned seventeen.”  The curry comb continued moving in smooth strokes down the mare’s flanks and over her back, “I was angry with my parents for making me leave my friends, my school.  Everything.”

He put the curry comb back in the grooming bucket and turned to me, “I rebelled.  I stayed out past curfew.  Got into trouble with the law.  Then I met her.”

I studied him curiously and waited.

“She was beautiful.  Hell, more than beautiful.”  He flashed a hint of a smile, “She was older, obviously experienced.  She had me wrapped around her little finger in a matter of days.  Sex wasn’t something entirely new to me, but she made it something… Magical.”

His full lips pursed as he picked up a body brush and began to groom the horse again.

“She wasn’t exactly what I thought she was.”

“What do you mean?”

His eyes met mine and the sardonic gleam there made me catch my breath.

“She was a vampire.”

“Oh…”  I cupped my hands around my mouth in surprise.

“Her name was Selena.”

This conversation between Sarah and Alex is pivotal in the story because Sarah has had to take in so many astounding things in a short amount of time and this last one is nearly too much for her to handle.  What we find out later in the story changes things, but Alex’s statement about Sarah’s mother being a vampire is critical.

About the author:

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I am a stay-at-home Mom with two growing boys, an overworked husband and a very devoted Jack Russell terrier named Shelby.  I grew up in small city called Mishawaka, Indiana and the majority of my family live in the Indianapolis area.  I now live with my wonderful boys, my husband and sort-of-annoying dog in Little Elm, Texas.  The Vampire’s Warden is the first book I have ever put up for sale.

Giveaway

So, i’m having a separate giveaway as well. This is one is for an e-Book copy of the Vampire’s Warden by S. J. Wright which will be provided by the author herself. Now it’s very simple, all you have to do is fill out the form below. All the details are supplied in the form, so it should be easier. 🙂

FILL OUT FORM

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If you don’t want to take part in this giveaway then at the end of the tour there will be another giveaway but for that you have to be a follower of the whole tour.

Next stop:  Book Lover’s Hideaway 

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