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Friday, July 3, 2015

A Bad Boy Who's Playing For Keeps. Once in a Blue Moon by Vicki Crum.



Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over Vicki Crum, author of Once in a Blue Moon, a Paranormal Romance.

Publisher: Rebecca J Vickery
Date of Publication: May15, 2015

ISBN: 1512032964
ASIN: BOOXPWMWXS

Number of pages: 171
Word Count: 70,000

Cover Artist: Joshua Shinn

Book Description


Casey Montgomery’s lifelong addiction to “bad boys” has brought her nothing but heartache. Just as she swears off alpha males forever, a brief, torrid encounter with one of the hottest, Harley-riding, leather-jacketed hunks she’s ever seen leaves her reeling---and worse, jeopardizes her carefully laid plans to meet and fall in love with a nice, dependable nerd.

Jake Benedict has been around the block enough times to recognize his mate when he meets her, a gorgeous werewolf with a case of latent genes who doesn’t have a clue about her true identity. Jake is just the were to teach Casey about her ancient heritage and coax her feral side into revealing itself.

While Casey can’t resist the intense physical attraction she feels for Jake, she’s determined to freeze him out emotionally. Can Jake break through Casey’s defenses and prove to her once and for all that he’s one bad boy who’s playing for keeps?

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Let’s Interview! 


What inspired you to write this book?

When I first sat down to write this book, I was feeling frustrated and grossly unappreciated after getting several rejection letters on a previous project—kind of fed up and rebellious! I started writing with a little “attitude” sitting on my shoulders and just let the words flow. It was a bit of a naughty fantasy—that’s how it started out.

How did you come up with the title?

The manuscript went through several edits and about three different titles before it was done. The title, Once in a Blue Moon, just hit me one night, sort of out of the blue, as they say. No pun intended. I thought it captured the werewolf element and the sassy/fun tone of the book.

What made you choose the main setting for your book?

My heroine, Casey, owns a clothing boutique with her best friend, and I modeled it after some of the clothing stores in the charming downtown area of the city where I live. When Casey first catches sight of Jake as his motorcycle roars by her on the street, the vision of my hometown was there again and it all just fit. So the setting of the book is Manhattan Beach, and I used some of the actual businesses, sights and surrounding communities throughout the story. So it’s an authentic setting. 

If you could spend an hour in real life with one of your characters, who would it be and why?

Oh, it would definitely be Jake. Not only is he gorgeous, he’s intelligent, charming, and lots of fun. And he’s a werewolf—what’s not to like?

Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story.

Casey’s always been attracted to the “bad boys”, the uber-alpha males, and has gone through enough heartache in her life to put her off of them forever. When Jake roars into town on his Harley, she feels an instantaneous, earthy, and instinctual connection to him that threatens her determination to change her ways. What Casey doesn’t know is that she’s genetically predisposed to seek the alpha. Jake recognizes Casey as one of his own, though he’s certain that Casey’s species of werewolf is a very rare, very noble breed on the verge of extinction, and that Casey is blissfully unaware of her true heritage. It’s a puzzle that Jake has to solve because, like it or not, Casey is Jake’s mate and he has every intention of claiming her.

If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?

"Hello, Casey."

Her gaze darted around the shop as if she expected to see the cavalry come riding to her rescue from behind the racks of clothing. She stole another glance at Jake and wondered if this was how Daniel felt, facing down a cave full of hungry lions. Her palms began to sweat.

"Do you have a minute?" he asked. "I thought we might talk." His seductive smile arrowed straight to her heart and left her momentarily speechless.

He strode to the stack of pastel garments piled high on the table next to her, and picked up a silk turquoise tank top with ultra-thin straps, rubbing the filmy material between his fingertips. "Nice," he said, and Casey was hit with a wave of heat so intense it made more than her palms sweat. "Sexy." He tilted his head. "Where might a woman wear something like this?"

"To bed." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. Damn. Casey could feel the blush starting at the roots of her hair and spreading downward. "They...they're pajamas."

"Ahh." The knowing look in his eyes left her feeling naked...vulnerable. As usual, the man had managed to put her at an immediate disadvantage.

Clearing her throat, she said, "So...what did you want to discuss? If this is about the money..."

"Money?" It was less a question than an accusation.

"Yes...you know, to pay for all the work the men did yesterday. I think the insurance is going to cover most of it, but if your uncle doesn't want to wait I could—"

Jake cut her off with a wave of his hand. "Don't be ridiculous. It has nothing to do with that."

"Oh. Well, then."

He came toward her, and it took all the control Casey possessed not to step back, to go into retreat mode. Instead, she squared her shoulders, tilted her head up, and met his gaze head-on. Why did he have to stand so close? She had an insane urge to plant her hand in the middle of his chest and shove him back a little. If she weren’t so afraid of touching him, she might have seriously considered it.

"I'm getting the distinct feeling that you don't care much for me," he said. "Could it be because of what happened the other day? You know, your aversion to me didn't seem so strong then. As a matter of fact, if that was your idea of a welcoming gesture...I think I'd have to give it a solid ten."

Casey took a deep breath and summoned what little composure she could muster after that smart-ass remark. "Look, I realize I came on a little strong that day. Correction—I acted like a total sl—"

"Now, now. Let's not get carried away."

Casey wouldn't have thought Jake could get any closer, but he did. Their knees were almost touching now, and she had to throw her head back just to maintain eye contact. "I'd appreciate it if you'd just accept my apology and be done with it. Let's just forget it ever happened."

"What's the point in fighting an attraction like ours? You acted on impulse and, let's face it, there's some pretty strong chemistry here." His fingers came up to toy with the lacy collar of her blouse. "Why not explore those feelings and see where it leads?"

Casey wasn't sure she liked this new arrangement, with Jake pursuing her. Call her a control freak, but she preferred it when she was the one making the moves. It felt safer...less threatening. And she really didn't like Jake's intrusion into her personal space.

She poked him in the chest with her index finger, and it felt so good she did it again. "Back off, Sparky. I've tried to apologize for chasing you down and...." letting you kiss me senseless. "It was a momentary lapse of judgment. I acted on a whim." She tried to shrug, but her shoulders felt stiff and unresponsive. "You shouldn't make more of it than it is."

Jake's fingers captured hers and brought them to his lips. At the same time, he backed her against a rack of expensive designer jeans. "You know what I think? I think I get to you in ways you don't begin to understand. And it scares the hell out of you." 

Tell us about your book cover and how it relates to your story.

I loved this picture the minute I saw it because it represents all the elements of my story. The blue jeans and t-shirt, hot hunky guy, and a hint of mystery with the shadowy background and barren tree silhouette. It seemed like a classic bad boy image with a possible hint of werewolf.

Are you currently working on another story? If so, we’d love some details.

I’m working on Casey’s older brother’s story now. Reed’s an eligible bachelor, about to meet the one woman who’s going to rock his entire world. While Casey and Jake are werewolves, Reed is not, and he doesn’t much care for the fact that his little sister and his best friend, as it turns out, are creatures best left to storybook monsters and Hollywood legend. Imagine his shock when he eventually learns that the woman he can’t live without is a werewolf, too!

What sort of personality does your hero have?

Jake is highly intelligent and a very astute businessman, who has managed to turn his advertising agency into a multi-million dollar corporation. Yet money is just not that important to him. He’s a humble, easy-going guy, who is at the stage of his life when finding the perfect mate and settling down with a family of his own is top priority for him. And he’s not the type of man to be content with mediocrity; he won’t settle for less than that perfect mate.  

What sort of personality does your heroine have?

Casey has a tendency to fly by the seat of her pants. She’s always jumped first, looked later. But her “bad boy” addiction has caused her nothing but heartache, and she finally acknowledges that it’s time to throw off her wild girl ways and start behaving like a grown-up. Easier said than done. Especially for Casey, who has a genetic predilection for hot-blooded alpha males—and a natural propensity for getting into trouble.

Did you enjoy writing one scene above all the rest? If so, share.

I have a few favorite scenes, but one of them is the first time Casey and Jake make love. I think it’s fun, sexy and romantic all in one---at least I hope that’s how it comes across!

Tell us about your favorite writing environment. Is it indoors, outdoors, a special room, etc.

I have my own office at home, with a desk, computer, TV, sofa, and lots of toys for my two grandchildren when they come over.  That’s where I do most of my writing—though not when the kids are there. Then I’m on the floor playing with them! I have to write in silence, with no distractions---except when I run errands. Then I compose in my mind, most often dialogue, and scribble notes at red lights and in the market or mall parking lots. I love it when I get home from being productive and have a page or two of new material to type into the manuscript. Multi-tasking at it’s finest!

What sources do you use for research?

I’ve gotten to be quite good at online research. You can find almost anything you need online. Although, in one chapter of the book my characters take a ride to Malibu one evening on the Harley, and I actually drove from Manhattan Beach to Malibu (road trip!) and made a note of all the streets I wanted my characters to take, fun sights and landmarks all along the way, to make the chapter as authentic as possible. Though I’d made the trip before, I did it that time as if it were my very first, and tried to take in all the little details I thought would make it interesting.

It’s time to promo. What is your favorite marketing tool?

My website and Facebook page:

Excerpt


Casey Montgomery snapped to attention, her gaze darting toward the street, as the snarling roar of a motorcycle engine ripped through the tranquil morning. There were two things guaranteed to make Casey sit up and pant like a puppy. One was the deep musky scent of well-worn leather, and the other was that sound—the sound of speed and power that had her blood sizzling like hot oil and a wicked vision of vibrant, seductive man shimmering in her brain. It was a conditioned response she didn’t seem to have any control over.

Casey’s gaze latched onto the bike, and the broad, leather-jacketed back of the guy who guided it deftly through traffic as though he and the bike were one. She ached with the need to see him better, to learn something about him…where he’d come from and where he was headed. To climb up behind him and hang on tight, feel the warm wind caressing her face and whipping through her hair.

Heaving her purse into the back of her lime-green VW convertible, Casey slid behind the steering wheel, cranked up the engine, and squealed backwards out of her parking spot. It was fortunate that someone was waiting to pull in behind her, slowing the flow of traffic on the busy downtown Manhattan Beach street.

What madness spurred her to dash in and out of traffic for the next half-mile or so until she was directly behind the motorcycle, pursuing it down the coastal road out of town, she would never know. But pursue it she did, as if every last brain cell she possessed had turned to rot. For as long as Casey could remember, she’d had a weakness for bad boys. Her affliction went beyond mere feminine curiosity, or even a fascination with what some might call the masculine mystique. No, what Casey suffered from was a serious case of throw-your-good-sense-out-the-window-and-jump-right-in syndrome when it came to this particular brand of men.

The stranger sat the bike with the confidence and poise of a man certain of his place in the world. He had an aura around him, something indefinable, some kind of mysterious X factor that filled Casey with a wild, reckless yearning to be near him.

When the road widened, she hit the gas and swung out into the left lane, drawing abreast of him just as a red light up ahead forced them both to slow to a stop. All she wanted was a look at his face. She willed him to turn and look at her, and when he did her breath got all balled up in her chest. His eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, but what she could make out below the line of his helmet—lean cheeks and a strong, masculine jaw—Casey had to bite her lip against a raw, almost feral surge of attraction.

The light turned green, and he shot Casey a smile as he revved the powerful engine and took off. She was so rattled by the brief encounter, it was all she could do to keep the VW in her own lane as she stomped on the gas pedal and shot forward after him.

Dear Lord, what was happening to her? She’d suffered through enough disastrous relationships with alpha-male types that she’d long since sworn off anyone who could even remotely be classified as a bad boy, a maverick, a renegade. A man whose inbred machismo blinded him to any other needs but his own. Even at her lowest point, she’d never behaved quite this irrationally.

Releasing her death grip on the steering wheel, one shaky hand at a time, Casey dried her sweaty palms off on her skirt. As she did so, she spotted a place to pull off the road in a secluded little turn-out and regroup. With her heart still careening along like an out-of-control bobsled, she steered the tiny convertible over into the right hand lane and off the road.

After bringing the car to a too-sudden stop, Casey turned off the engine and flipped down the sun visor to squint into the small rectangular mirror. Sure enough, her cheeks flamed as bright as a blood-red sunset. What a mortifying turn of events. Dare she hope the man hadn’t observed her chasing him down like a wild beast?

Casey fanned her face with one hand, while taking a surreptitious glance around. She was parked in a shady nook across the road from a popular local beach. The lure of the ocean and the warm Southern California sun had drawn the usual crowd out to enjoy the early summer day. Ripples of laughter could be heard from across the way, mingled with the occasional bark of a dog and the ever-constant roar of the surf tumbling against the shore.

Casey’s pulse rate had almost returned to normal when her stomach leapt at the familiar purr of a fine-tuned Harley coming from over her left shoulder. The powerful machine came to a halt about fifteen feet away in a rolling cloud of loose dirt. Casey wet her lips as she watched the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on swing one denim-clad leg over the leather seat and dismount. Her mouth fell open as he ambled toward her, pulling off his helmet to reveal a healthy head of sable brown hair highlighted by an occasional streak of gold. The streaks in his hair and his deeply tanned skin testified to what she already knew—he was accustomed to spending a lot of time outdoors.
            
 “You all right?” he asked, casually dangling his dark blue helmet from long, lean fingers.
             
He stood not three feet from her car, hip cocked to the side, tall and solid and so strikingly handsome Casey thought he must be a mirage.

Easy enough to find out, she thought, opening her door and stepping out. She’d come too far. There would be no retreat from this humiliating predicament, so she might as well bluster her way through. She reached up with the intent of removing his sunglasses and quickly found her wrist caught in a firm, yet gentle grip. The sharp sound her breath made as it got stuck in her throat echoed loud in the silence.

 “I just wanted to see your eyes,” she said, her voice nothing more than a faint puff of air.

One dark eyebrow rose above the thin metal rim of his shades. “Yeah? I was wondering why you nearly ran yourself off the road back there.” He punctuated his teasing comment with a deliciously sexy grin.

Who cared about his eyes? That smile was enough to turn her insides to pureed squash. That and the aroma of leather that jumped out and blind-sided her as he moved in close. Leather and something even more feral. Whatever it was invaded her bloodstream and set every cell in her body on fire.

He let go of her wrist to cup the side of her face. Casey was ridiculously touched by his gentleness even as her desire to be as close as humanly possible to this man raged out of control.

His need suddenly seemed to rear up and collide with hers. Yanking her into his arms, he pressed close, close enough that she could see every minuscule line and tiny freckle on his face. Then his mouth crashed down over hers. 

About the Author



Vicki Crum writes both contemporary and paranormal romance. She lives with her husband of 40 years in a small, enchanted seaside community in Southern California. She has two grown daughters and two adorable grandchildren, Bella and Jackson, whom she loves to distraction. Vicki loves to talk to her readers.

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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

There's No Danger Greater Than Falling For Your Enemy... Anger Lover by Tricia Skinner.



Today I’m thrilled to welcome over Tricia Skinner, author of Angel Lover, a Paranormal Romance.

Release Date: 6/30/15

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

There's no danger greater than falling for your enemy...

Book Description


The Nephilim are bound. Their powers cursed. But half-angel Kasdeja will do anything to free them from Heaven's tyranny. When Kas is approached by a striking, mysterious woman, she tells him his greatest enemies hold the key to his freedom.

Mariel keeps herself shrouded in secrets, using them to hide her true self. For she is not just employed by the Renegades--enemy fallen angels—she is a double agent, working on the sly for Heaven. Her directive is to seduce the gorgeous Nephilim—despite her insecurity about such sensual acts.

For Mariel is playing a dangerous game, and falling for Kas could only cause trouble; her assignment isn't just seduction. It's destruction. 

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Let’s Interview!


 What inspired you to write this book?

Angel Lover gave me the opportunity to play with two characters who see themselves as not being as strong as their peers. That’s not usually the case with the hero in most paranormal romances. He’s often characterized as Alpha male and sure of himself. In my novel, Kasdeja is forced to kill someone because he didn’t have any other way out of the situation. That choice eats away at him, leaving his confidence in his abilities as a mind reader and his position on a bad-ass team of half-angel assassins in question.

My heroine, Mariel, is the other side of the coin. She’s coming from a place riddled with survivor’s guilt. She lived through a terrible event and her choices since then have twisted her personal beliefs. Her trust issues directly affect the romance.

What made you choose the main setting for your book?

I’m a Detroiter. If you’ve ever met another, you know we tend to be rather fond of that old city, despite all its troubles. It’s an underdog in so many ways, and I think that made it perfect for my Angel Assassins series. The Nephilim who make up Kas’s team, the Bound Ones, are perhaps the greatest underdogs I’ve ever come across.

If you could spend an hour in real life with one of your characters, who would it be and why?

Easy! Kas is a geek, like I am. We would spend hours playing computer games. But only an hour? That’s not a lot of time to raid Jedi bases in Star Wars: The Old Republic. Give us three.

Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story.

I mentioned before that Kas and Mariel believe themselves unworthy in the eyes of others, which lends to the conflict their relationship faces. You also have a hero who can read minds and a heroine who can block angelic powers with a kind of “white noise.” Sprinkle in Kas being a half-angel assassin being watched by his superiors and Mariel is a spy ordered to stop him from his mission. Nothing is easy for them.

If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?

From Kas to Mariel: “Dangerous women excite me. Mysterious women give me ideas.”

Are you currently working on another story? If so, we’d love some details.

I’m also finished with a novella for one of the characters from my first novel, Angel Kin. That was a surprise project that came about because readers asked me to write more about Abel, the “bad guy” in that book. He is the twin brother of Kin’s hero, Cain, and I guess readers couldn’t get enough of him. It’s been a blast to write!

It’s time to promo. What is your favorite marketing tool?

Another easy one. Yay! I love my newsletter because while there are many social media choices for authors to spread the word about their books, none allow for a more direct contact. My subscribers don’t get flooded with “buy me, buy me” posts. I tell them what I’m working on, ask for their feedback on something like the next heroine for a hero, share deleted scenes, and simply get to know them through interacting in the newsletter.

How long have you been writing? How long have you been published?

I used to be a newspaper reporter so I wrote for years. When I think of my author career, that started after I took some classes in 2010 on novel writing. I signed my first book deal in 2012, landed an agent in 2013, and then another book deal. I’m still learning the ropes, but it’s been awesome. 

Excerpt


He traced his fingers under her tank top and made small circles against her back. A soft sound escaped her lips, then she relaxed.

“Mariel.” He barely recognized his lust-blown voice.

She answered by renewing their passionate kiss, full and open and bone melting. She kissed him thoroughly, drawing the oxygen from his lungs as she twisted her fingers into his long hair.

Kas lowered her on the comforter with care, never breaking their kiss. He eased back, and with his gaze on hers, he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it.

Mariel’s gaze made several passes over his body.

What did she feel for him? Admiration? Uncertainty? He’d never hurt her. No one would ever hurt her again, not if they expected to live.

Then Mariel’s gaze fell away. “You are...beautiful.” Her shoulders drooped, and she pulled back.

“You don’t believe you are.”

She didn’t reply, except for the stubborn jut of her chin. Kas smoothed his thumb over her cheek then gently raised her head. She wouldn’t look at him. He wouldn’t allow her to withdraw from him, from them.

He touched her shirt at the waist, and her hands clamped over his, her eyes wet. Her fearful expression tore him apart.

“Trust me as I trust you,” he said gently.

Kas waited until her grip loosened, and her hands fell to the side. He infused a smile with warmth and then eased the material up in torturous increments. Time she could use to stop him.

Her flat stomach and tight abs were revealed. He smothered his reaction, afraid Mariel would mistake a groan for disapproval. Smooth, golden skin fed his hunger an appetizer.

“You have control,” he told her. “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”

Mariel peeked through her lashes and nodded.

He lifted the shirt higher, stared at her breasts, and bit back another sound. God of All, they made him salivate, but he tapped more of his self-control.

Finally, the shirt was over her head and joined his on the floor. Mariel’s arms stayed locked at her sides like a soldier at attention.

Kas moved around her and climbed onto the bed next to her. “Lie on your side, facing me.”

“I do not know,” she said, whisper light.

Again his chest felt as if it had crushed inward. No woman should be made to believe she was ugly. None should feel shame about her body. He wanted to beat bloody any man who’d ever looked at her wrong.

Mariel expelled a long breath as if she’d resolved herself to do what he’d asked. She stretched out alongside him, chest to chest, her right arm pillowing her head.

He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her cheek and lips. “Touch me.”

About the Author




Tricia Skinner is an author of passionate dark fantasy. She is a features writer for Fresh Fiction and a project manager for Short Fuse. She began her writing career as a business reporter and wrote for The Detroit News, Investor’s Business Daily, MSN, and The Houston Chronicle.

Raised in Detroit, Tricia graduated with a BA degree from the nationally acclaimed Journalism Institute for Media Diversity at Wayne State University. She earned a Masters of Liberal Studies – Creative Writing degree from Southern Methodist University and will obtain a Masters of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University in 2017.

Diversity in genre fiction is dear to Tricia’s heart. She is represented by Laurie McLean, co-founder of Fuse Literary Agency.

When not writing, Tricia can be found reading, lifting weights, or geeking out over games, movies, and music. She has a Tom Hiddleston obsession, and she is Team Vader. Her family includes three Great Danes (so far).






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Friday, June 26, 2015

To Love a Bad Boy is to Love the Beast Inside Him. Hunter of Her Heart by Kaylie Newell.



Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over, Kaylie Newell, author of Hunter of Her Heart.

Release Date: 6/23/15
Genre: Paranormal

Publisher: Entangled

To love a bad boy is to love the beast inside him… 

About the Book


Bad boy Zane Wolfe has always been wild and reckless. Even though he’s hot for his high school sweetheart, Candi Brooks, settling down has never been in his plans. Beyond that, he’s changing in strange ways—and begins to wonder if there's truth to the local folklore that claims his family is cursed to be werewolves...

There's never been a time when waitress Candi didn't have a serious weakness for Zane and his intense, dark sex appeal. She craves him. But after her life changes dramatically, and Zane won’t commit, Candi’s reached her limit. She can't wait forever...so she's taking her heart off the table before it gets good and broken.

Something mysterious is going on in Wolfe Creek, and danger stalks Candi. Zane will do anything he can to protect her. But the one person she needs protection from might just be him…

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Let’s Interview!  


What inspired you to write this book?

The small mountain town where Hunter of Her Heart takes place is based on a real town in Southern Oregon near where I live.  There’s a historic inn there that inspired the Wolfe Creek Inn in the book.  I was driving up to Portland with my girlfriend one night, and while we were stuffing our faces with junk food, we came up with all kinds of “what if” questions.  What if we ran out of gas there (it’s very secluded and a little creepy).  What if someone were to just vanish into thin air?  And the best question of them all- what if the town was harboring a dark secret and an even darker legend? :-)  …And Hunter of Her Heart was born.

How did you come up with the title?

Zane Wolfe has been hot for his high school girlfriend for years.  He’s always been a bad boy, totally uninterested in settling down.  But as Zane’s family curse begins to take hold, things start changing for him not only physically, but emotionally as well.  His hopes and dreams for the future begin taking a different shape, and he realizes that he’s got a lot of making up to do in order to win the heart of the woman he loves.

If you could spend an hour in real life with one of your characters, who would it be and why?

Zane!  He’s pretty foxy, so that doesn’t hurt ;)  He rides a vintage Honda motorcycle that I wouldn’t mind taking a spin on (if I got to sit behind him, of course).  He’s funny, sexy, dark, intense, but he also has a sweet side that’s a turn-on.  And he’s vulnerable.  Deep down, Zane Wolfe wants to be saved.  He just doesn’t know how to go about it.

Did you enjoy writing one scene above all the rest? If so, share.

A big part of this book is how Zane deals with becoming what everyone thinks of as a “monster”.   One of my favorite scenes is where he’s trying to find a little boy who’s lost in the woods.   This scene softens him a little.  From the little boy’s perspective, Zane is just big and strong.  Nothing to be scared of.  It’s a tender scene and one that I hope will connect readers to this hero on a deeper level.

Are you currently working on another story? If so, we’d love some details.

I am!  I just finished up the third book in the Wolfe Creek Series, which I’m waiting for edits on as I type this.  I’m also about a quarter of the way into another paranormal romance where the heroine works in a funeral home and can see the future.  I’m loving this one so far!

Tell us about your favorite writing environment. Is it indoors, outdoors, a special room, etc.

I usually write on my bed with the help of two cats and a little dog who’s pretty cute, but who’s also pretty gassy, so it’s problematic.   I also write in coffee shops.  Starbucks is my favorite- not because of the environment, but because of the cake pops, which let’s face it, are more important than a window with a view.

How long have you been writing? How long have you been published?

I’ve been writing since I was teeny tiny.  But I didn’t start writing to get published until about seven years ago.  I entered some contests and started winning a few.  Then the book seed was planted, and there wasn’t a whole lot of looking back.  I’ve been published since 2012 and have written six books, two novellas and three short stories for anthologies.  This author gig is the most fun I’ve ever had. J
  

About the Author




For Kaylie Newell, writing ranks right up there with the things she loves most in life- falling somewhere behind her family, but ahead of Bradley Cooper (which says a lot).  She fell in lust with the romance genre when she was about thirteen and began sneaking her mother’s paperbacks from the bedside table.  After acne, college, marriage and kids, she decided to take a crack at writing one herself.  Turned out to be the best adventure she’s ever taken.  When she’s not dreaming up her next book, she’s usually eating chocolate or walking the family mutt.  In that order.

Author Website/Blog: www.kaylienewell.com

Author Twitter: @KaylieNewell







Thursday, June 18, 2015

An Apocalyptic Urban Fantasy. One, Two, Three Kiss Box-Set by E.J. Kimelman.



Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over E.J. Kimelman, author of One, Two, Three Kiss Box-Set, An Apocalyptic Urban Fantasy, Transmissions From the International Council  for the Exploration of the Universe.

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Date of Publication: 4/17/15

ASIN: B00W4DJIQ8

Number of pages: 218

Book Description


The International Council for the Exploration of the Universe exists to consider and conduct investigations into the dimensions of the Universe; to examine how far humans are being depleted by zombies; to investigate natural methods, such as by breeding, etc., of keeping up the stock; and in cases of certain future failure of supply to suggest the necessary remedial measures. For the most part it deals with the humans common to all dimensions, but a special sub-committee considers the vampires, and a second the shifters; disembodied spirits are not investigated.

In the first transmission....

A new, dangerous street drug is spreading through Crescent City. A hallucinogen that causes violent attacks, incredible strength, and leaves its victims in a permanently altered state.

Darling Price's band, Higgs and the Bosons, is on the verge of their big break. If only she could get her act together and play the way she did before her best friend and musical inspiration, Megan Quick, fell fatally ill, then disappeared.

With only weeks to live Megan wasn't even strong enough to visit the bathroom by herself, yet, somehow she climbed out of her window and left.

Even though it's been months, Darling can't stop looking for Megan. Still hoping to find her alive is insane. Her obsession is pissing off her band mates and Darling is worried it might trigger her hallucinations. She hasn't been sick since Megan and she ran away from their foster home to Crescent City at the age of 13.

They took a blood oath, pressing bleeding palms together, promising that no matter what they'd stay with each other. So how could Megan leave her? It's a mystery Darling can't solve and refuses to let go of.

Since Megan's disappearance Darling has started to feel a gnawing hunger. No food or drink or drug can quench it. It's a hunger she's felt before, but has convinced herself wasn't real. Because what Darling feels, and the vivid memories from her early childhood, are all impossible.

As the drug spreads through the city and the world begins to unravel, Darling's lack of musical inspiration becomes the least of her problems as she comes to recognize that all of her assumptions about the universe may be wrong.

In the second transmission....

Darling Price thought her best friend, Megan Quick, was dead. Months earlier the doctors said Megan had only weeks to live. Than she disappeared. So when Megan saves Darling from a crowd of flesh crazed zombies, exhibiting strength and speed beyond the bounds of biology, Darling is at once exhilarated to see her friend alive again but also frightened by her.

Darling comes to understand that Megan's new found life comes at a price, one she hopes Darling is willing to pay so that they can be together again.

With zombies over running the streets, immortal beings controlling her emotions, and lost memories flooding back to her, Darling must make a decision that will decide the course of her life forever. At the same time Darling begins to understand that she is not just some regular girl. She may have powers of her own that go beyond the bounds of known biology.

In the third transmission....

Darling Price can feed off the power of others. Through this transfer of energy she can heal from any wound, including a zombie bite. With the help of Dimitri, an 800 year old vampire, Darling searches for answers about her parents and her powers.

As she gets closer to the truth the world continues to crumble around her. Dr. Issa Tor, a powerful warlock, believes that Darling can help save the world but when she goes to his society looking for answers she just finds more questions. Time is running out for Darling and the world she has learned to think of as home.

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 Excerpt


International Dimension Investigations

Please state Where and When this correspondence was found and then put it in the nearest inter-dimensional pathway. You will be informed in reply where and when it was set adrift. Our object is to find out the Direction of the Deep Currents of the Universe.

Locality where found?

Depth

Date when found?

Name of Sender

Address

I hope this works. I’ve never tried attaching anything to our research messages before. Only 4% are found and responded to. Perhaps you have no idea what this is, what the Deep Currents of the Universe are. More than likely, if you can understand this, then it is much like your ocean. In my world we first started putting messages into bottles in order to track the currents of our waters.

When another dimension responded it shocked us. It’s possible in your world the dimensional portals are still unknown to your scientists. After decades of study they are still mostly unknown to ours, hence this message. We still use the same methods we did over a century ago. Though now it is the currents of the Universe that we throw our bites of data into.

But I have not broken all protocol, and risked my career, in order to talk about my world or the methodology of The International Council for the Exploration of the Universe. I did it to talk about Darling Price.

I have interviewed many inter-dimensional creatures but none of them like Darling.  Enclosed you will find the recordings from the first day’s sessions. I hope the file is not too heavy to float.  I feel a great nervousness that I will be too late, or that you will not understand the impact of these interviews. I fear that my world is lost, but perhaps yours can be saved.

I will send out more when I can. Please respond. Tell me that you’ve received my message.

****

Darling Price’s hair is dark; it falls over her shoulders in shimmering waves. It’s glossy like a record, catching the light in white lines. Her eyes are a very intense green. Alarming, powerful.

She avoids eye contact. “Bad things happen when I look a person in the eyes. Everyone except Megan.”

“Tell me about Megan,” I said.

“She is the thing that saved me. I was going to kill myself, and kill people with me, and just drag the whole world down. I felt like reality was twisting around me and… she stopped the world and I got to live.”

“Since her leaving?”

“Leaving,” she hiccuped a laugh, “is that what you’re calling it?” Darling stood up and turned to the wall. Her black leather pants were the same shiny black as her hair. On her hips hung a white belt; it tilted to one side, where her gun hung. Silver pistol, not as shiny as her hair. It looked used, scuffed, strapped to her leg for too long.

She raised her hands above her head and rested them against the cinder-block wall. Her fingernails were short, painted the same matte metallic as her gun. She turned back to me, running a hand through her hair, pushing the long locks away from her high cheekbones and arched brows. “She was taken. I want you to write that down. Megan did not leave me.”

“Okay,” I said, dutifully picking up my pen. “Please continue.”

She looked at her empty chair, the long hair falling to cover her fine features. It exposed her shoulder, bare except for the strap of her tank top. Surprisingly erotic under the fluorescent light.

Darling sat down and leaned onto the table between us. “Do you have a cigarette?” she asked.

“You can’t smoke in here,” I said.

She smiled slowly, her eyes warming; a sensation began to tingle along my jaw. “Give me a tobacco stick, and I’ll tell you my story.”

I waved to the guard.

Darling sat back, pushing the chair away from the table, and extended her legs out straight. “And a beer,” she said. “I’d love a beer.”

I nodded.

Moments later, a fresh cigarette hanging from her lip, the smoke curling around her and seeming to want to brush up against her hair before dissipating into the air, she began to tell me her story. 

About the Author




E.J. Kimelman is the paranormal pen name of Emily Kimelman. She splits her time between the Hudson Valley and traveling the world with her husband, Sean, and her dog, Kinsey (named after Sue Grafton's Kinsey Milhone), researching exciting locations for her Sydney Rye Mystery Series. Emily is enjoying writing about places that only exist in her imagination with the KISS series. Kimelman has a passion for traveling and spends as much time as possible in the pursuit of adventure.

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Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Paranormal Romance. Suspense. Remembering Raven: Allegra by Lacey Edward.



Today I’m thrilled to welcome over Lacey Edward, author of Remembering Raven: Allegra, Remembering Raven, Book 3.

Genre: Paranormal romance/suspense

Publisher: Asselin Group Online Publisher
Date of Publication: May 22, 2015

ASIN: B00Y1NZJIK

Word Count: 20,000

Book Description


Raven LeClaire is starting to move past the two horrible murders that have targeted her Tarot reading clients. Although she has vowed to stay actively involved with solving these highly puzzling deaths, she is finally allowing herself to get closer to the handsome Viktor Thorssen. The two of them feel the centuries old connection between them and have given into everything that sort of bond brings with it.

Raven’s best friend and business partner, Allegra Canelle, has been acting like a school girl since she has met the elusive and mysterious Philippe. Because of her relationship with him, Allegra has been shirking all of her responsibilities including holding up her end of things at The Little Shop of Secrets. She agrees to sell her half of the shop to Raven so that she can be free to spend more time with Philippe.

Raven is finally beginning to be truly happy in life. She has a thriving business that she can now call her own. Viktor and she had a relationship filled with both undying love and passion. Not only that, but she has recalled much of their previous life together in the 14th century.

Not everything is happy, though. She has seen danger ahead for Allegra as well as a new Tarot client and neither of the women will listen to her. When tragedy does strike seemingly without warning, Viktor makes a decision that will change the lives of all of them. Believing that he is doing the right thing, he is not fully prepared for the reaction that he gets from Raven.

Whatever else may happen, however, Viktor is determined not to lose the love of his life – his soul mate – ever again. No matter what it takes to keep them together, he will do it.

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Book Trailer




Let's Interview!


What inspired you to write this book?

I have always loved writing about vampires.  My first short story in middle school was my interpretation of a Barnabas Collins story.  Now, there are many books written in the paranormal genre.  I recently went to a Tarot card reading with my sister-in-law and that’s what gave me the idea for Raven, the main character in the series, who is a psychic who reads Tarot cards.

How did you come up with the title?

The main character, Raven, is reincarnated and meets her husband from a previous life.  Over the course of the first few books, she slowly starts to remember their past life together.  In the prequel, we find out how their previous life ended.  So, I thought that the title Remembering Raven was a great choice, as she is remembering the “old Raven”.  But, I also wanted to make the title of each book also about the victim in each book.  So, each book is titled, Remembering Raven and then also the name of the victim.

What made you choose the main setting for your book?

New Orleans has always had a reputation for its paranormal culture.  I just felt it would be the perfect setting for Raven and Viktor’s love story.

If you could spend an hour in real life with one of your characters, who would it be and why?

Actually, I would love to spend some time with Darian.  He is the guy who works with Raven and Allegra in The Little Shop of Secrets in New Orleans.  He is a character who I still feel has a story to tell.   Maybe we’ll see another Raven book in the future, but this one will feature Darian!

Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story.

If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?

Tell us about your book cover and how it relates to your story.

I LOVE the book covers in this series!  I started by having an artist do a rendering of how I envisioned The Little Shop of Secrets would look.  He did a fantastic job!  Once the shop graphic was done, I found graphics that personified each of the victims in the books and added them.  Finally, the cover designer and I found a fantastic font that looks very “vampirish” and used it for the title and the author’s name.  I was so happy with the finished product.

Are you currently working on another story? If so, we’d love some details.

Yes, I am!  I’m actually working on a few projects – typical writer, I guess…

I am finalizing a series of short shifter stories.  They have been fun to write.  Also, I am in the editing process of a new YA paranormal stand-alone book about a young girl who finds out that she is a twin and her twin has the “vampire gene”.  She travels to Italy and becomes deeply involved in the old vampire lore.  Of course, she suspects all of her new friends are vampires! 

Finally, I have started working on a new YA series about a young woman who finds out that she is a witch, descendant from a long line of powerful witches.  Ultimately, it is a series of good versus evil.  I am having a lot of fun with it!

It’s time to promo. What is your favorite marketing tool?

I have two new tools that I recently started using.  The first is askdavid.com  He offers a fantastic service where he tweets to his over 44,000 Twitter followers and then gives you four links to post your own tweets to his followers.

The second is a gig I just found on Fiverr that is a package deal.  She posts your book to 10 Goodreads Listopia lists, 10 FB groups, a Twitter following and more.  Lots of bang for your buck!

Are your book/books available in audio? In other languages? If so, give us more details about where we can get them and what languages they’re in.

I am in the process of having the Remembering Raven books published in audio – stay tuned!

What genre/genres do you prefer to write? Are there other genres you’d like to write in the future?

Right now, I prefer paranormal and YA fantasy and supernatural.  I have so many ideas!  Once I run out, I’d love to try thrillers or suspense novels.

Excerpt


“Surely, Viktor, you cannot argue that your wife is the fairest in the land,” Kol said with a flourish. “And that is why the lovely Raven will be mine.”

“Kol!” Allegra cried. “What is wrong with you?”

“Allegra, do be quiet,” he said. “Or I shall be forced to silence you.”

“Silence me?” she shouted.

Before any of them could take a breath, Kol leaped to his feet and snapped Allegra’s neck with his bare hands.

“I did tell her to be quiet,” he said as he pushed her body out of the chair.

“Raven, Raven, wake up, love,” a voice whispered urgently in her ear. “You are dreaming. Wake up, now.”

Raven drew in a quick, deep gasp of air and bolted upright in bed. She was simultaneously sweating and shivering. Viktor wrapped his arms around her and drew her to him.

“It is ok now, my love,” he said. “You were having quite a dream.”

“No,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it was not a dream,” she replied.

“Ah,” Viktor said. “So it was another memory?”

“Yes, and it was clearer and more frightening than any nightmare I’ve ever had.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Maybe,” Raven said. “I think I probably should. Allegra was in this one.”

“Yes, that is to be expected because she was a very close friend to you during that lifetime,” Viktor assured her.

“I know. But this was kind of awful, Viktor.”

“In what way, my love?” he asked.

“Well, she was killed,” Raven replied. “Right in front of us.”

Imperceptibly, Viktor’s body tensed. He tried to control it, but she picked up on it.

“What do you know about that?”

“I…I really do not know much,” he said. “What did you see happen?”

He listened intently as Raven recounted her dream/memory to him.

This is bad, he thought. At this rate, she will be remembering her own death without any help from me. I do not believe she is ready to handle that yet.

“Something keeps trying to break through,” she said. “I do have one question from this dream.”

“What is that, love?” he asked.

“I’m wondering about Allegra’s companion in the dream. The one who killed her,” she said. “Viktor, just who is Kol?” 

About the Author



Lacey Edward was born and raised in Canada.  She writes mainly paranormal romance fiction but enjoys throwing in a little mystery and suspense for good measure and to keep things interesting.  Her first experience with vampires was the Barnabas Collins book she read in grade eight.  She devoured it and never looked back – well, maybe over her shoulder once or twice.

Lacey lives in the country with her husband and two daughters.  They enjoy skiing and sliding in the winter, swimming, golfing, and boating in the summer, and music all year long.  Lacey also tries to keep up her mixed martial arts skills, just in case one of her unsavory characters comes to life…

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